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Unjust My Opinion

Unjust My Opinion (UMO)
(a freestyle driven by rhyme pressure)

...unjust my opinion, makes me cry like a onion
i feel my opinion, hurts my foot like a bunion
opinion, i got a million, billion
a trillion zillion 23 piece pinion

I just can't stand any more your opinions
unless they be new ones, or clever funny uns'
shoulda' coulda' woulda' brudda' what you sayin?
why put me in a straight jacket of your wordplayin' 
pain, who's paying

you need an op to remove it
that opinion, you can't prove it
logic in the way, just move it
add to hard facts to soothe it
like a bed of nails, you can't smooth it
like a sun in a ditch light groove it

have you got more opinions than Trump
cuz we got the funk to shake yo' rump
lance that opinion, remove the lump
tomorrow your opinion lies dead in the trunk
i think your opinion is your opinion
so keep your eye on the group and beware the minion

unjust my opinion falling on deaf ears
day to day in a way what i'm sayin' since years
unjust an opinion built on selfish fears
unjust opinion to launch political careers
off the track onto wax for my opinion attacks
opinions on opinions

unjust my opinion, many layers like an onion
goes well with a salad and a self centered ballad
just hit a J.G Ballard, it hurt, fuckin' well hard
shards of meaning taking root in your back yard

--Steve Fly
01/05/2017

Fake News & Made Up Truth.



“Keep it unreal”—Mr. Scruff.
“Literature is news that stays news.”—Ez.

Silent But Dudley: Black Country Blues 
by Mr Steven James Pratt 

Waywords and Meansigns: Recreating Finnegans Wake [in its whole wholume]





Recreating Finnegans Wake [in its whole wholume]


Published May 4, 1939

Track listing:
Finnegans Wake is organized into four books. Roman numerals indicate the book, Indo-Arabic numerals indicate the chapter within that book. Chapter names are italicized, followed by the names of musicians. Finnegans Wake is circular, so you can start listening wherever. Mariana Lanari and Sjoerd Leijten suggest beginning with Book IV. To locate a particular passages of the text, use http://www.trentu.ca/faculty/jjoyce/ and http://fweet.org/


I.1 - Fall, pp. 3-29 - Mariana Lanari & Sjoerd Leijten, with Erik Bindervoet

I.2 - The Humphriad I: His Agnomen and Reputation, pp. 30-47 - Robert Amos; Chelidon Frame; Alan Ó Raghallaigh

I.3 - The Humphriad II: His Trial and Incarceration, pp 48-74 - Greg Nahabedian

I.4 - The Humphriad III - His Demise and Resurrection, pp. 75-103 - Un monton, torero; with Charlie Driker-Ohren & Walker Storz 

I.5 - The Mamafesta, pp. 104-25 - Tim Carbone 

I.6 - Riddles: The Personages of the Manifesto, pp. 126-68 - Kevin Spenst

I.7 - Shem the Penman, pp. 169-216 - Belorusia

I.8 - Anna Livia, pp. 196-59 - Dérive


II.1 - The Children's Hour, pp. 216-59 - Street Kids Named Desire; with Derek Pyle, Parker McQueeney, Zach Leavitt & Samuel Nordli

II.2 - The Studies, pp. 260-308 - Liz Longo & Izzy Longo, with Leo Traversa

II.3 - The Stories: Tavernry in Feast, pp. 309-82 - Hayden Chisholm

II.4 - Mamalujo, pp. 383-99 - Ryan Mihaly


III.1 - Shaun before the People, pp. 403-28 - Gareth Flowers

III.2 - Jaun before St. Bride's, pp. 428-73 - Steve Fly, with William Sutton

III.3 - Yawn under Inquest, pp. 474-554 - Peter Quadrino, Jake Reading & Evan James

III.4 - Humphrey Chimpden Earwicker and Anna Livia Plurabelle: Their Bed of Trial, pp. 555-590 - Graziano Galati


IV.1 - Dawn: Return to the Beginning, pp. 593-628 - Mariana Lanari & Sjoerd Leijten; with Eloísa Ejarque, Grace Kyne-Lilley, & Erik Bindervoet.


Additional track credits:
Track 1: Produced and performed by Mariana Lanari and Sjoerd Leijten, with special thanks to guests reader Erik Bindervoet (pp.13-18, pp. 21-24).
Track 2: Robert Amos recorded by Robert Martin.
Track 3: Keyboards, Voice, Guitar, Bass, and Drums by Greg Nahabedian. Recorded and mixed by Greg Nahabedian and Paul Schmelz. 
Track 5: Tim Carbone (fiddle, guitar, drone, tan, keyboards, samples), Andy Goessling (zither), Phil Ferlino (piano). Recorded by Tim Carbone and mixed by Don Sternaker and Tim Carbone. 
Track 6: Background arrangement by Josh Pitre, featuring a Stravinsky circus polka and two ragtime pieces
Track 8: Dérive is Greg Nahabedian (keyboard, voice), Paul Schmelz (guitar, voice, keyboard), Noah Jacques (bass, voice), Paul DeGrandpre (drums, voice). Recorded by Paul Schmelz. Mixed by Dérive and Paul Schmelz.
Track 9: Recorded by Derek Pyle and Zach Leavitt. Sound collage by Derek Pyle, featuring many of the musical allusions found in Joyce's text. With Derek Pyle (bass, voice), Parker McQueeney (piano, voice), Samuel Nordli (mandolin, violin, and viola) and Zach Leavitt (guitar, bass, voice).
Track 10: Leo Traversa on bass. Recording by Taylor Roig. 
Track 11: Recorded by Robert Nacken at Nucamusic Studios in Cologne and by Hayden Chisholm in the Moers Residence house, and at Sant Vicenc beach in Mallorca
Track 14: William Sutton reads pp. 429-42 469-73; Steven 'Fly' Pratt reads pp. 443-68. Drums, turntables, guitar, arrangement, production, recording in Amsterdam by Steve Fly. Mastered by Tim Egmond at Ei-Complex Studios, Amsterdam.
Track 15: Produced by Jake Reading & Peter Quadrino. Executive producer: Evan James. Recorded and mixed by Jake Reading at Casa de Feelgood. Additional vocals by Evan James and Melba Martinez. 
Track 17: Produced and performed by Mariana Lanari and Sjoerd Leijten, with special thanks to guests readers Eloísa Ejarque (pp. 610-612), Grace Kyne-Lilley (pp. 613-615), and Erik Bindervoet (pp. 13-18, pp. 21-24).



Derek's acknowledgments: 
Waywords and Meansigns would not be possible without the support of many people. Like the Joycean maxim says: Here Comes Everybody. Thanks to the fwread listserv, especially Peter Quadrino, Peter Chrisp, Roman Tsivkin, as well as Adam Harvey and Mariana Lanari; your collective knowledge of Joyce is astounding. Marie Broadway, Jake Tozer, Sam Nordli, and Emma Pampanin co-hosted the Finnegans Wake parties that inspired this project. Zach Leavitt and Chelsea Westra co-hosted the parties of the future. Elaine Thomas, Dylan Muhlberg, the Amherst Irish Association, Jacqui Wise, Krzysztof Bartnicki, Mike Moran, Mike Medeiros, Jason Gross, Rebecca Hanssens-Reed, Billy Mills, and the James Joyce Gazette played pivotal roles spreading the word about this project, through press coverage and otherwise. Thanks to Mackenzie Libbey, and Michael Robbins, for their support throughout. Thanks to L. Brown Kennedy and Annie G. Rogers for first introducing me to Joyce. Special thanks to Mark Traynor and the James Joyce Centre in Dublin, and to Robert Berry. 

Infinite thanks to the project contributors, and all who channel the spirit of James Joyce.


Run time 31 hours, 8 minutes, 11 seconds
Language und

WP for World Piss: The Spore of the Words 08 (now Shannanigums Wave)




Merryvirgin forbed! But of
they never eat soullfriede they're ating it now. With easter
greeding. Angus! Angus! Angus! The keykeeper of the keys of
the seven doors of the dreamadoory in the house of the
household of Hecech saysaith. Whitmore, whatmore? Give it over,
give it up! --James Joyce, Finnegans Wake Page 377


Juxtaposition without copula. Who wants to be a chinese written character in the end? i Work at the zoo on the planet tralfalmadore where various iconic specimens live inside glass cages waiting for readers to mix the unmixed spectacle with ticked imagination, engage in dreams of being a Chinese written character. Shaped as martial artists mimic natural forms exhibited in Nature. Spilled forth again, frothing rabid inside a circle of fifths, around about the brick Bridge, through nine looks and around the chainmakers ring road, a neverending story baggins in the middle muggle Westmiddleends amid the Golden Apple Bluetooth fairy ring of fire breathing green salamander gas, raised in dung over aeons. neighbor to Herrafrodo and Worcester. Orgone became resurrected, bound within the pages of supernatures magazine. 1958. God this turban. Agacider drunkenpuss purrin' down the sour piss chute. Knee deep in memories. Wading for where the government blows. Deep in stamfordwoods with the diddy squad deep down in the woods at the rope-swing, smokin' fags, drinkin cider acroxx the River we swung, River rats, satanists, boggeymon. Out from behind the tree. Air rushing up my nostrils. Up cavernous pipes and drains we played, right where the housing estate croxxed into motherbramblebrook. Down the cut where i wd Mooney the girls and they'd Moon ey back. Boyhood droops down from my mouth to my ankles. Red carpet unravels from my gob, have ya come up yet? dow in the sweaty grey underground basement beat scene. beats scene. Puzzled walls of hammerite grey mix sound of Archie Shepp and Mingus, minggling in the coffeegrinds. Stippled moosick crimpled broken ambient mornings after Ecstacy, Iz this doin yr head in? Waterfall road to the vine exchange, looks as bluack paint dripping The Birch tree where i used to hang out with a coke and a packet of walkers. Suck Coke! The harvester bell and the swan and the pinns, all pubs clubs toffee soft in my memory.

The Toad voodoo juice, smoke and drink and shoot pool under me guinness eyes. How can today be compared to yesterday? Dark chocolate evenings in a brownstone autumn wonderland. Again i slip back through time, Rolling thunder from heaven Echos Loud through the Bluack mountains, echoed roun Clent hills like a whole county chanting, Wind fanning fire, singing flames chase wood around the forest lungscoops, catcha fire in the head, unwinding a S✴ns love for his mother and Thother and sister and self. Unwound spring loaded pitch forks ploughing the stuffed clouds then streaking electric purple legs stretch forth, rain water ronnin down her side. My mountain eyes trickle down into lake pl:acid, drowned underneath the shadow of the silent majorities. Sun fire pleasure mountain bluack razzle dazzle flashing forks, one legged thunder enlighening, more fire from her lake. Congealled misty clouds atop misty mountain hats, moisture conducting heavens symphony; electro shock thunder enlighening. Allegro winds wood give sway to spaceship earth, catching the clouds in hemp sails, spring has come to lyf, moving her across a googgly sea; through rain and more thunder, lake placid. Still waters as photograph. Blue green eyes in the water, saltless tears still taste bitter trying to remember. Mountains shadow cast Re:Sun rays caught and reeled in from the wooden memory masts, fire in the heed. Line-ear with a nun-linnen-ear substincture, Fly's wing glistens and does not glisten. Worshiper of chllorophyll, catkins and rolling skins with forests inside.

The Rivers and industry meet, Shopping trollies litter River banks, Banks litter the shopping street. Where do you bank the River bank? Order? Cash FLOW. €conomic$ LINES THROUGH IT ALL. And lies. And nature forever bound to lies and untruth. As long as the word-symbol lies. Rivers of industry run orange, blocked by trollies traffic cones and "believe" bars. Trickle down theory turned to treacle brown theory. Planet earth waterwildworld. Many die without clean drinking water. Many die, many are killed. Cherish your Rivers, be thankful for your clean water. To Wash away flaky skin and Usury. For renewal and updating flow of Mindustry. Love your bodies of water, as you love your body. Mind the wake, cleanse Nowhares Yacht. River Arun, Orwell, Avon and Seven. Thames, Mississippi, Tigris, Nile. Rocks old as great great great clocks. Before time She was running nutrition and foodstuffs to us Apes For god sakes. She transported, fructified and washed our tiny machines. Now she's the machine in the steel eye of industry. Her future is bright, toxic and Orange. She runs through your brain, a hydrophobic-ally caged single Electron q-bit. The smallest indivisible unit in language or physics. Clean drinking water appears only bottled. In these times of raging Global fires our Rivers weep, she tells meimposition of order = Escalation of Chaos. Up through the earth, right through the earth from an underground spring she rises unbounded by gravity, clear elixir of life soaking headwater cloaking the rocks sparkling curves of a siren sister, fresh water wyf running back home on a River of laughtears saltless but brought on by seasonal epiphany i join your groove, carving plans over earth years how can this freshness be bought by our money flowing global networks from undervalue to currentsea understand the embankment and investing in renewal rejuvenation of the sacred springs life expectancy preservation of the goddess and of her drewel she's mainly concerned with herself

Swimmers are all surely concerned with the environment, shine not winning 28th jan 06. poverty of imaginashvilleham. Went seeking more family in America and found the luminaught-tearooms at burningham now I'm back i think, back in the woidlye looking for a job. Looking no furthur than Netherlands. And a party after. Soup flie, blackcuntry. Shower i cook up some bacon butties Cup of tea and then i write, read and make music. Thats it for me. I Talk to the dead pig in the sandwhich: Pigasus for Prez of Swineland 68-69 & 08-09? Pigs in Space, pigs in time; in the Chinese year of the pig in 2007' i'll put my pen to the Tusk of taking all pigs to heaven. Napoleon & Old major pigs, Ministry of Pig: 1984! Porky Pigs limbs litter the swine factory floor, Pig as profanity! Pigs as the Police authority, Pig Brother. Animals used as insulting metaphors for humans but Machines, Poisons and sleeping robots rule us? Ass drunk and/or stubborn as a mule like Pigasus parroting the whole dirty Bay of Swine thing, War pigs crawling Begging mercy for their sins - sang Sabbath, But the four legged HOG that the word PIG refers to is INNOCENT of all crimes leagilly piggily crimes! Just a bristly pink critter! There seems an intricate Telepathic Conspiracy afoot against the animal kingdom. And against the Plant Kingdom and supernature, from a human-plants point of view. Orchestrated by humans or machine/Robot/poisoned humans. V' for Vegetable Vendetta. Other than rolling in mud, eating shit and sometimes their own litter (Which makes an illuminating metaphor for modern Arms factory economic practice, invented by Humans), Pigs seem peaceful and intelligent to me, they don't make Nukes, deploy troops or go to Church. The Hippopota-muses lament for their HOG kind Treated like Swine, the pig has become the Animal word used in Western Civilization that reflects the characteristics Of Authority, Uncleanliness, consumerism and greed. Greedy PIG! A poet in solidarity with the lush Miss Piggy, Hogzilla Napoleon, Old Major and pigsy, Wilbur, Professor Strangepork, Picasso, Pigasus and Porky - i hereby swear to clear these Swine of their stereotypical image quickly and their Stereotypical place in human history and knotted Language as Stupid dumb and dirty cheap fodder; useful at Christmas time with a little gravy tea to dip my TOE into. Dirty grunting Ugly pigs until Served up With a little Sauce. The pigs will have the last grunt as the year of the pig makes its course. --WORLD PISS: THE SPORE OF THE WORDS BY FLY AGARIC 23

Acrillic/Agaric/DJ Fly? Who's the mother-blogger here?

What is Acrillic all about? What is this mother-blogger oll about?

Acrillic is a contraction of Acrillic Figa which is almost an anagram of Fly Agaric (adding an extra letter "I" and a letter "C"). Fly Agaric is one of the names given to the world famous red and white spotted mushroom (Amanita Muscaria) and roughly translates as Fly Killer. I "fly acrillic" hijacked the name "Fly Agaric" to be my DJ avatar around 1995 E.V and i invented the name acrillic around 2001 E.V to be my pen-hand avatar. But i often publish written material as Fly Agaric (usually when accompanied with music) and have used corruption's of both these names upon many internet message boards.

The exact date when "The Number 23" joined forces with Fly Agaric to make "Fly Agaric 23" remains a mystery to me, but im guessing somewhere around 1995-6. I decided to use this number too since my birthday digits: 15/04/76, and my full year of birth digits: 1976, both equal 23; using my simple additional math logic. You can add each individual number together and see for yourselfif you like. In 2006 E.V i became aware of other individuals and groups of people who had also "Hijacked" Fly Agaric' the word-label of (The organic Toadstool itself) to be their production brand name or band name, whatever...and both the noun and adjective "FLY" is a very popular word-meme virus used in marketing these days.

By creating the avatar identities Fly Agaric 23 and Acrillic i have found help distinguishing myself, Steven Pratt, from the other people and electronic identities who also happen to use a certain species of mushroom for their avatar name. A myspace search will turn up many fly agaric cabals and so the 23 suffix' has helped identify myself, i suffice to say, synergetically in this big brand name WEBNET soup. On with the games.

DJ fly agaric 23.

Maybelogic
Garaj Mahal
The Maybes'

S is for Spore: Of the words (Early freestyle)

Hero's and Mad Villains

Flystyle point of view. Knu. revolutionary. Everychanging. the I Ching sings us into the new millenium from the old one millenium. Piccaso, Dali, George Orwell and Robert Anton Wilson define our times. For me. Times turn tables over and around, and mines a short story. fly agaric the long and short of it is a litmus test for gyllibillyg tea. How can i begin to write my story my poem without flowin. How can it be a race if the times up, how can there be any rules if they are not updated by I Ching. With non-action no-mind and no war we can all score goals. Freestyle points of view might sharpen you. Or stew you and screw you around a shaft thread needle eye and round the loop again, loopy is true on many different levels of magnifiction, but also true on many chronillogical magnifictionx, where time gets twisted and tales get lifted blown sky high and the class get a whiff of what the horse just did and yet i guess if shit were roses we could get away with such a dark trick, such an evil example of casting spells, casting words at the reader whoever they are and whomever they are becoming > but, no doubt just behind YOU and them > everyone is coming! like a new faucet got turned on, like the bandwidth just square rooted Google-bit or like a Tinderloo curry powerspray barkin at the toilet! Here runs everyone, skipping and holding hands, the children at first and then everyone joins in > skipping again happy and on a great adventure like the ones they used to flow on as a kid a likkle nipper i remember playing superman and dressing up in my cape, and running and saving things like my tonka truck the once about to topple off a shelf,

my Evil kenevil bike about to get crumpled by a kitten mitten > Eye remember saving an entire city of ants > million of them under attack by my dads hot water, and i managed to save a few......even though i knew - while they were running with carefully square-cut pieces of leaf material in their gobs - their home was obliterated > I remember when i woza ladd > when i was Batman aged five. I stopped a crime gang trying to get at my dinosaur cookies in a stolen Police car belonging to Ko Jack and then, at once i remember racing my tinka cars around the living room carpet and along the complex roads and pathways created by our furniture, the TV, waste basket and various plantpots - in synchrony with "The Italian Job" - which was playing on the TV. i remember the leyland mini's racing through the water with the gold and the Great Train Robbery and all villains who were sometimes Hero's too or, at least, they interchanged often enough so that you didn't get to spooked or carried away with one side or tuther. The Hero or the Villain were differentiated because they appeared on Television, and they continued to change, some change each episode, some change each week, some would take on new characteristics each month or season and change. Characters would give birth to whole new shows and spin offs or change off's and model toys which i could buy at the shop down town, or ask mummy to get for me. Change was a constant in my favourite characters from my youth, that's why i now love the I Ching......its better than X Box! sez"Fly agaric 23" The Hero and the Villain kept changing and morphing like a secret agent, or maybe it was that a secret agent was changing the TV programming behind the scenes or was it the lsd this time? in this case? am i in Gotham City. X-avier? Livia? huh, and then they the spook programers would start to make real films, reel ones like the proper ones mum and dad watch, the ones about the real world you know the ones... and about what the really real people do, where Harrison Ford, Neo, The Godfarther and Hannibal Lectur are all real people you already knew that didn't ya. know. you did? n't?

I know this rap because i have already met some, dreaming, beaten them and eaten them again and again, i did this when i was just five years old. Now looking back and cooking up retrospect into a brand knu retro brew i drink and see visions of my superself stew > realized as a child > magnificent wonder child brilliant and outgoing goal oriented and with a name to come > and so... i want to rekindle it, i want to kill the bad guys, save the girl and save the truth and save the whole world by being brave, following my heart and instinct, being a man and standing up for what i think is right, just, best for everyone, based upon scientific research and good 21st century thinking but > peacefully and without violence > unless it is a poetic violence of course in which case its just another taboo subject to assassinate! and the beat goes on > and i write from the hilt, post and i tilt the whole world 23 n'alf degrees because see these words that i write they are my almighty effort to roll the dice of Einstein and great things are within them if you just got time to pick em out, in these times i doubt more than 20 people would read this far into a blog, and then get stuck thinking about who and how and the whots and the wheres and the ? cares and who dares spare a moment never mind spare a dollar to look into their OWN ignorance and sit back and then holla > Fly Agaric 23!

its you it's you [echos] after all this time now i see and now i do know what you were saying about the new language, ergo ego the reality sandwitch the illuminatea and the blue beings of light from sirius star system sirius i'm serious not delirious they follow us > they are CNN they are NBC and BBC they are after me > They are after the truth the scoop the next thing, the next beat the next song with which to scribble out the meaning and replace it with double speak, thats double speak! Dubble speak > like the speak from the brilliant Novel 1984 by George Orwell and whats more creepy is this newspeaky easy is everywozznt throughout the mediocre peach blossom rose shit > like a VIRUS it creeps down the aya who aska? wires in your own fucking house right now it's growing snakes slide not ladders up ascension glide but falling down into your money seed bank screen behind your eyelids, TV > forget about it its all behind your eyelids, radio whatever its all behind your eyelids > go see the Buddha. and its not getting anybetter but please don't sweater i'm here to help, slave whoops freud slip i mean save >

Renewl fool now slither fly drool if i'm wrong but i'm not wrong i'm write hear to bring news of a new calendar called YOU, pick up your talk tapes unfasten your tongue twisters > the whole worlds on my shoulders it seems, and i breath fire and mold boulders with unfastened lightening one-bolt rhymes, two times three times me got so much vine my tapes is grapes > and i rub one out for the treble and two for the bass come on three and four all of em, so i see a virus a dirty horrible peaceful mixed bag of mixed signals, like the Hero and the Villain spillin down the vine of your soul, your families soul, the soul of your own children and their children's children, the Vine is out of control. Stop! the serpent of CNNBBCNBC from cummin any closer to my kids, behind my kidlidz > help me i have the snake in my gaze i have the cathode ray school of secret agents on my fishing hook and it feels like theses conga eels or something else...line just snapped. yes. The Villains are not only in government but Holywood, my I-Pod and almost everywhere i look since reading Basho. I sprang from nothing for no reason without space, without time even for you never mind me, without temperature just empty nothing, just voidness, the pit of bottomless nothingness, no atoms, not even electrons are here just no reason and some spaceless featureless anti stuff, but we will call it > the big bang yeah pull the other one, my names fly agaric and i'm a maverick. Threw a brick through the whitehouse window with a message for the president it said "lie down on the floor and be quiet" - a legendary poem; a joke and poke at violence the world inflicts on innocent terrorists Dali.

Maybe if we all become surrealists NOW then we can crush the evil of good and get the show over with and start this new age i keep hearing about in my dreams and catching a little bit each time i awake, its about a future where scholar mystics have developed a new language based upon 21st century scientific research and correlations between comprehensive honest findings rather than the usual government faith based paranoid deception dogma and corrupted ideology. Why are we standing for it? I cannot any longer - i threw my TV out the window and took up the ancient art of I Ching. Eye recommend it, especially when compiling ideas for blog entry topics and further ideologies. imagine the kungfusion when the President finds himself reading the I Ching and adopting it for his people, do we have enlightened people or, do we have psychopaths with a new book? a new idea to trample upon? another target to wipe out? another group of revolutionary thinkers to smash and discredit while they sell debits like its creditz tsa toppsy turvy whorld out there > and its based upon how many young children they can kill in Bagdad or Kabul or Vietnam or the next place on their list. Them being the worldwide corporate armaments, pharmaments and language virus pushers and Empirical maniacs > if you search for peace, enlightenment, understanding, gratitude, forgiveness, kindness, caring, luverlyness, openness, sharing, togetherness, friendliness, compassionateness, carefulness, humbleness, gratefulness, nessynestness > what you project you reflect and subject to the object of your precept. ion your concept to your pants constructing, a very large conducting wave called "life" timewave or the octave of energy has a very very wild freekquency and fluctuating wave length. From small to large would be one way of putting it > faster and slower > fatter/thinner > more or less < these are all ways of saying "It' but what the hell is going on here? everything is vibration right? so......why do i not recieve a super graph for everything as a citizen of earth, for no charge? well > Eye do obviously but i'm asking the teacher here "hey, wheres my public omnigraph that goes from light into matter? huh? or the one that goes from ultraviolet to glass? "

huh, is it because the elemental categories contained within the pitiful science that terribly holds these I Chingwaves or these moment to moment "jumping NOW's" ? Who or WHAT is gonna prove anything other than what the I Ching already tells us every conscious moment? i mean....if you want to get into books and rhetoric or any of that silly kind of stuff. Painters, musicians and poets [artists so called] have known this for years and now its time for YOU to join US. The audience must climb down off their kitchen breakfast stool, get out of YOUR living room and off that couche. Change the world Damn it. With processing and with knuw questions, revolution in the minds of the people > it must be a massive uprising of conscious average-everyday people, full of love and joy and community - to birth this new age this new world. I am guessing you will need these prose tools [in progress], these maybelogic tools to start your communities and please > don't be afraid of the China person. Don't be afraid of the brown man or the green man/women. Greet them kindly. Please Invite them to join the peaceful gathering of tribes or, be slay'd by the waring bullies and megalomaniacs trying to literally take over the world outside their own little eyelidz - imbeciles. The unlikelyhood of there being a singularity is a rare thing, even in nature - featureless, spaceless, less and less into the anti, the no-thing.

But i rhyme on like a madman in a burning tower. My science not creditable but DNA see behind your eyelidz. DNA requires singing dancing and the tale of the tribe, but it was stopped by the horse people, when we left the cows and their dung trail and found horse we found trade, but this rhyme moves the horse to other end of cart and then turns it back into a cow. Mu Mu Big Bangers splatter all wet imagination = steady state universe of June 16th 1953 we are moving towards singularity and there is a transdimensional object at the end of history like Mckenna said, and it's casting an enormous shadow, pull us into human history wack story > it has turned out for me rather violent and unfair i mean look at the news man...... i'm very dissapointed at the Big playas playing an unfair game > stole all the best cards, left us with nothing but words, so here we go, eat this yellow snow yo; megacomplex 21st century sense factory, like a fake dollar manufactree i'm setting up for transformations like nothing ever happened or seen or whitnessed before. seen > my mother > biology she's in control of this...weather machines ha, don't take the piss out of my mum like that, not a machine - a lye; a false reason; a reckless test of a weapon.

A weapon that becasue of its definition just blew up your chance to join and hold hands as we sing a new planet into being, individual parts we all play, we all sing at different times but together mega vegetable mind resurrection, plant shamanism has returned. Lost until now victim of degredation, media mangling theological entanglement and priest crafty motherfuckers. Ergo > Ego is like a cancerous growth, like plaque, like colesterol and it need regular dissolving, in my maybelogic opinion. Unless regular boundary dissolving is practiced every new moon or so, if a trip into the brazen Hendrix dreamsilver bus sticky readybreakfast glow and into the boundless intentionality, the buzzbomb of nature and cult of intoxication and wild sex orgy, wild like Courtney Love. Every full moon fucking and drugfeast in the streets, all getting dunged up on shroomz. Everybody havin a cow moon, a cow man. everybody becomes their very own captain cave man. Dissoving their already tiny egos since they tripped just 2 weeks ago into an empowered communit called eastwestside Eden "heart of mother land" desertifiction conference in Africa the cats the cradle of planetary diversification grass lands dried up and mushroom fests died off until now, today here i preserve you, in a bog a blog like mead, a blog of preservation rhymeazone solution, preserve a shroom for humanity! domestication of horse instead of keep following the cow and NOW look what you did with that Horse shit, i'm talkin Toad shit or cow shit depends how you wanna look at it. Cow dung shroom to Horse shit beer to the wheel to agriculture to plunder and the

NEW WORLD ORDER typical male dominace pillage of natural resources, subjugation of women and denial of connection to goddess "Dr. GOEBBLES NAMED REICHS CHANCELLOR Surprise solution to leadership problem by Partei Committee. radio speech viewed decisive. Berlin crowds cheer. statement expected. Goring may be named Police Chief over Heydrich." [break] "You know what he's done, don't you? He's taken the best about Nazism, the socialist part, the Todt Organization part and the economic advances we got through speer, and who's he giving the credit to? The New Deal. And he's left out the bad part, the SS part, the racial extermination and segregation. it's a Utopia." - The Man in the High Castle by Philip. K. Dick.

E is for End of the football season.

  1. Freestyles for the sake of crillick for lick
  2. Anita tongue bung lung twisted tales carn't stop me,
  3. spillin til dawn till i yawn and lie back with my head
  4. on the ege of the bed - dreamin - stargates cogs and spiral galaxy
  5. travel - woundead whorlds like cream stirred with sugar
  6. in my coffee priXion

  7. Sure thing i'm humble as pie super baked bird
  8. plane, kamikaze freak home rule comet flash out the sky. Bck from before timespace beyond
  9. me and my peeps used to live in the pond at the back of your house with likkle doormouse,
  10. we run with wild grouse, door louse nation > Alphabets are off, c ords pulled out wall sockets, but lights still shinin low.
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  12. lower lights tribe beat tanned tawny star bulbs - manga tanka vivid proseody. octosyllabik carved my dna
  13. out of a block of jello. hello! "
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  15. noway! tiss true - i wobble as you gobble sweet raspberry - merry pie sized cake holy jiffy - contents spillin from me gobblets, aerospace pirates wanna go play star wars > i got knu's for your navy blues > live's with the sky, ocean eyes the hues of this postion, Azure deep whales know what i'm sayin yeah - 1o'000 leagues under the sea it gets darka, i'm down there, with Leviathon, Hobbes and swift's tale of tub, Rubber dub dub plate - walkin a straynge new land, born into debt from the second world war - 
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  17. my folks were drafted into it by Newton. Aristotle put whisky in my Grandfarthers bottle. Same doctore put him on milk cheese and alchahol In ireleand > never met im, but i'll never forget im > [as i swig from the bottle for Belushi] Lenny bruce talk dirty but intelligent too - but most foul mouthin fakers seem lyk a really bad joke - a sad adult joke - makes me wanna puke in the jukebox > over them unpoetic tradjick approaches and encraochments into mysterious innocent young posters 
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  19. End of the football season tickets sold out , poets bailed out on the woid, or were they hijacked and gagged robbed and burned shot and set up for suicide? poets of Sun/moon don't forget, thats never too cliche. Che she planet flows, all creatures, people dont loose it. Dont forget your galactic heritage - star born - Dont let hate sickreate itself into your sight. whorlds still ours. always wuz cuz we be the divine kings without staff and with graff. turntables microphones and a name to come, if you invite me to jam i'll bring kazzoos and me drum.

  20. ratta Tatta ting. and yeah - i gut
  21. swing unta skins. Grady tate's great when i'm curlin like a Buddha i'm learnin, fakers and taper's hoax shows of my flows, what i mean, sed sayin who knu and who knows?
  22. no charge - all electricity on the field - shroom guide to dummies, a cyclopedia in yr/ tummies.

  23. I'm born of irish brummies, yeah straight out the Industrial Bull ring of fire, bit like detroit - factory minds built by Marx Engles Manchaster slums spread evil capitalism. heh hem > each weekend kids still die on the street, lack shoes on their feet or a "GOOD" thing to eat. four reel > ill gangs and thugs still smoke the wrong druqs but with a mycological atalas in yo tummy you just start te'think it's all funny > teacup fury freaky brothers, i just entertain cuz outside and in > tv's just payne and corportate gain. again and again and again

  24. Words our kraft what we own, our poetry a radioactive field of protection. defense of meaning like it was my dog. defense of the craft freestyle > from the heart of no nation no agenda, race blood > Just healthy life lows just believe me as i weave
  25. you - and breath me into frost. most high tracked bounce track to track boom bass snare snappy. Although white my afro beats nappy. 
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  27. I'm playin the kid, my conclusions illusions and i knew that much. remains unamed lessons in yangjung wrong
  28. theory, like leary tuck tiss sentunce and spun frontspace backblurr curvizz refracto morpho actions. What.... "shapes" i gesture .....[onward.] Up and into the future - pushing for a solution, real;ization. encouragement for my otherr peeps who wanna just wright but wunt just let go. let loose. Fight the powers that be, slay em each night before tea.

  29. Clear Channel 'poof" goodbye. No wires with just two texts finnegans wake and cantos bring Internet straight to the sauce perceiver - ridiculous you might be tinkin at fust, but baby baby please believe me,
  30. if the heavens fell tomorrow get a copy and swallow the cantos and awake. somawake and study till you bake and your tongue turns ruddy > Until cherry red lipsick appears to draw itself onto your lips, bringing your family closer, the familiar sketched in a mirror- tattooed onto your skin, a poem > de revolution in the minds of the people. steep and tall order, but odd numbers never been my forte. new scientific breakthroughs are being made, the chains of law> broken. Resurrect - direct - so eat well gather your strength - stop hatin! start marchin and gettin jiggy blunted > responsive , prepared. Not so scared. Freestylyn for free for unity

  31. between all MC's, web sites celebrate mostly party
  32. saddness kills me and i am drawn to it, remindead me of my own loss, in my own life things missing,
  33. absense the toast highest formation of pressence. Pressage of my gills brings golden juice to switch on the lights of new dawn, new age, get up somaawake. it's time heard it echo! . get up awake, todays the day - the woids baked frum the grave we splinter dogma like it was logs, keep eyes peeled out like dogs
  34. Independent no joke

  35. im still frsh out the yoke mathematical dope krunch table twine table tableau rosa - mind chess crest on my vest - eyes playing games behind my back at least thats how i'm feelin, animal farm gets brighter 1984

  36. Oh why in the presence of such beauty and bounty would you try and stop the clock - broken for 4 years.
  37. I'm from the future
  38. introducing masterplans, escape from planet earth with marching bands - beats to propell the sons of the sun, the daughters of the sons of the muthers matix arc malarchy. look up, the sky still sits amongst it's background, with it's own problums amongst stars and galaxies. loonies in power must be stopped, must be you might thing - at least, presented with some good food, andsome great music, mebbe they all gotta just get down get over it laugh get plastered and take shrooms. yi hee. be happy and skip about and act enlightened. I'm being sarcastic! can you tell? - the smell is your past work rotting, corpsemanure in the pastgrave, written and smitten. what's written dead on it's footnotes So i bust live from the hive who a bee acrillic maverick returned in times of disaster and panic, what the fuck else can i do, tread carefully until everything returns to "NORmal. I'm brewin kryptonight on the wheels winding flows till dawn if that's what it takes i stand the ground, although it's just ground up rice cakes.

  39. Empire of a donut glazed monster face lift!
  40. cosmetick tocks time for your knu nose job, time for
  41. your tity expansion - "implants" - credit cards,
  42. mobile phones > whatever makes you happy,
  43. well,
  44. if you knew you'd prolly drop a squid in yer nappy. Likkle braun nuggets of truth phill my draws, i pooped myself cuz my rhymazones squirly, don't know if it's jimmy dave sammy or shirly. it's late. No - it's early. merry gentlemen

  45. and women i'm spillin for thrills , might bethe illist > I'm deff called "crills' > growing wings and gills so i can live under ocean. respect is nills for trash talkin leaders, eye can see thousands bleadin for uncle Bushsammy? > disturbs me Like Ivan the terrible! Ghengis khan - killers
  46. thugs pirates, like a macrocosm of the local G crack dealer - global speed pusher and coke synthetic monsanto monster clause, i'm disgusted by the chemicals put into kids food, it's just rude man!
  47. wot cha doin? At the supermarket why you gottcha put bright Candy, choco and MSG filled Cows bones krushed up and called 'Kids super hero gum" you fuckin sadists. ?
  48. I'll, come put pounds shillings and sense inyour makers

  49. Safeway noway - wal mart , crewl stagga lee
  50. Sears go figure, in fact most money makers don't wanna consider the other options. Luckily super bionic critters are here!
  51. no more sicko posters here -
  52. playin off each others ambiguous puke,
  53. united in sour stale adult banter. wack and slack, go step outside. cool of your macho self and penis.

  54. Praise mountain, the crystal computer. praise trees and grasses for goods sake. yes, i mean it might feed ya, My poms from the heart i'm blunt and honest today -i always thought Bucky fuller had the mobile house made anyway,

  55. whats government doing - people stewing > whats anyone doing? well im goinf off topic bck to the supersonic, back to the building of the revolution in the minds of the people. not a moment too soon my minds on the moon, pullin waters too and fro > soon soon i'm patient. Just sitting observing drip drop beats and rock rhymes but not running for congress. i'm not a law changer, policy maker, meddler in others bizzness.

  56. Arts for change or just that we don't yet realize the power of our farts, if in unity we can cause a big stink, imagine if we filled a whole ice wrinq -

  57. what a smell > shoot hell what a stink new world order slushed down the drain pissed on. Control stuck inside alphabetical prixonx, break out!

  58. tell your fam and pops, time to write your book of spooks, speel the wheels, entice thrice greatness deep within your being, channel the flannel which washes the face of a bass line i ain't describin cuz you gotta feel it.

  59. carn't learn too mcuh. some might step away when i open my mind to the vultures and the critics > deep thinkers: thought police hackers and wack exec's.

  60. there all out there waiting for people like me. fresh faced genius with a hot cup a tea. boilingover off the temperature scale, blah blah, i should remind y'all agen what i say ain't set in stone, that's my punch line, i don't stop,

  61. respect to plurality but what we are doing is shortcircuiting gravitea, reality and authority.
  62. don't believe me ask yourself, what ingrediants you see left on the shelf,
  63. microphone [ dusty and unplugged] - takes my eye
  64. i have waited and contemplated the players and craft builderbrothers - The cannibals of Europe are eating their litter. zukofsky make a rich man puke, angleton gave your aunties heart attcks. Unbutton your shirt now baby, it's info for sexual favours, i'll tell you the passwerd to my "skull and bones ' mens club. No nation owns me, contain or refrains me spittin > these truths spill over hills and mountains, far and yonder hey listen i got sumthin to say > i'm acrillic

  65. not a critic, i've been shinning all day. hey,
  66. wots up in your local neighbourhood? who's the baddy the robber? who distributes your facts and how?

  67. Bread line was left to guide me to back to castle, grab my sword and cut the kingdom up into 22 pieces
  68. split em and be as cosmopolitan as i can make myself, afro celt tibetan irish bards, made of nothing but love - yeah LOVE i said it. sey Cheese. Thugs need love and doves and pigeons. gang's just describe a group in the plural, but with added social moral poop. Here's a scoop >

  69. most troops talk poop and peace talkers talk piss. in fact all the preachers talkin more stinky manure - funny to see donkey dropping splatter stunkle out of knowers gobbs. worries at the same time though. Angry mobs of knowers with horse manure falling from their chops, smells like the army, smells like the cops,

  70. i'm droppin science in the name of humanity, meaning gets twisted for rhyme and your sanity.
  71. Don't stare just continue like that, i'm not fruntin, don't wanna prove nutt'n just grove and add sumth'n - fly agaric muscarinik flavour naughts - element zero at each momoent i perceive, i read the notes on my sleeve about building stargates

  72. to lands of Ellingtons standards on rotation. be bop futures spontaneous, beats carn't be heldf, marchin bands, snares rata tata rap slap rim shot, flutter like a rattle snake tale. A male, big one angry rattler must think of the force, no anger, no hoarse. [i cough and think to myself am i proff] from cambridge or oxford, or is this ox crap which spills from my glands?

  73. am i in the runnin
  74. got a point you recognize?
  75. re size the universe and put yerself in, make a edit and feed it back to the sphere - medias live don't feed it in 0h phive. become the media more and more each day, microphone pychologist everythings possible, most stains washable. frum worsster sauce i first dribbled, from the UK you might say and then i woke up dribbled to the land of the free where pounds shillings and sense mean't nuttin to most > no beans on toast and marmalade no > decent chocolate in the 711. I'm in heaven 20 years ahead, but 12 years behind in my blind, gagged and bound hijacked state > love you all, i'm here to help

  76. i carry raps i got the torchlight tight > tonight i sprint wirless back from the primordial ooze, dialed and projected i'm sorry if you observe me as absurd, abstract or silly. yo, my names cap chilli call me fly hash or crilli. it's the twentyfirst milly according to many but each day is your own event horizon > your chance to become fully satisfied. remember the past when we was not under threat from the returned nazi storm troopers? and the propagandists. i recall my youth when i tucked in the world to my stinky shorts and farted between nations. Creating inflations and economic situations that effected - as it turns out, over nine other nations too. holy hole in a dionut. i'm doin it live. shoutin me gob of in the name of cheese. havin fun readin yes i seen john cleese. My projects funky half

  77. finished never spell't wright cuz the empires aflame, set alight by Dada, Vico and Voices of Joyces ghost's, Hi ho > a toast !
  78. to escaped scribes > drove mad by a world in a straight jacket, hooked on nothing put the bright packet. cozmetic souper kosmick christmastime > bring the truth in a broth,

  79. Suntergrass, grass and yoga maps to the cosmo alignment code. tricks to puttin chakra's in a puttin line, knockin bones into alighnment, wishn i was a chiropracter of this government. last night i dreamt i was a poet and woke with the cantos impressed in my nose, Adams and Kung Fu fightin it out in my temporal lobes, straight to the flows. who knows > ninja cuts cut and transformed, rewound plus six, damn!. is this thing on.....?