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V is for Vinyl: Fly's Maybelogic #4 DJ mix.

PLEASE FOLLOW THE LINK FOR THE AUDIO MIX - SPLIT INTO SEVERAL PARTS.

--FLY.

"Mixed by the Knu Dj fly agaric 24.
Running timespace approx 78 earth minutes.
A guide the 14 tracks spread about MQ#4. - http://www.maybelogic.org/maybequarterly/04/0401EditorWelcome.htm

Recorded on the fly lyvf with two vestax turntables, one Tascam mixer and a stack of phonographic discs plus some stinky nuggets got smoked up during the mix, im fed up with all this talk about how artists say "no" to drugs - they are drugs, their brains are full of em, somebody tell me i'm wrong. The following is a textual interpretation of my own truth using the track titles and artists names arrested into the mixture - my turntables are now retrofitted to handle text books and thoughpolice. Synchronistickly one of my own turntables just went missing - i am now just a turntable manipulathor and it goes a little sumthin lyk this,

Aphex twin druqz Anna Livia Plurabelle Ambient music for airports Brian Eno Boards of Canada Anna Livia Plurabelle John Lee Hooker Country Boy Cabbage boy sausage doctor Anna Livia Plurabelle Boards of canada, Max 404 oddity Shem the penman Cyril Cussack Pressage The media Miles Davis live at Filmore wednesday Miles Jello Biafra The big ka-boom part one Cabbage boy sausage doctor Anna livia Plurabelle Shobhan Mckenna Timothy Leary Jimi Hendrix Buddy Miles You can be anyone this time around Aphex Twin druqs T.S Eliot East Coker from the four quartets Duke Elington Solitude W.B Yeats Crazy Jane The first dream The Garage Mahavishnu Orchestra Sapphire bullets of pure love Anna Livia Plurabelle Deathcap Mushrooms fungus Flash Gordon Trip to Mars The Clash Death is a star Pink Floyd money Amendment 10 The United States Constitution Lord Buckley Hip Ghan Cabbage boy Sausage Dr. E.P T.S Eliot The dry salvages Anna Livia Plurabelle John Coltrane Ohm Pink Floyd Final cut Squarepusher Music is rotted one note United Nations Ralph Gleason Alice Coltrane Galaxy in Turiya Alice in Wonderland The Mock Turtle Mike Ladd In perspective Guitar History Prince Paul Psychoanalysis Pressage Mr. Dibbs Secret Society United Nations Ralph Gleason Saul Williams Not in our name dj goo mx Pressage Mr. dibbs Doze New World Order United Nations Ralph Gleason DJ Shadow What does the inside of your soul look like Anna Livia Plurabelle Death cap mushrooms. - http://www.maybelogic.org/maybequarterly/04/0401EditorWelcome.htm

N is For Nine Tales Remixed into 1111 woids:

BEAR HOME MIX: DJ FLY AGARIC 23 by flyagaric23

Universe Contains a Maybe. Go Get your self off the shelf, climb down the tube and un-stitch your mouth, weave, come on out, shout out, together now. Truck Censorship, Up. reach out, teleport to Geneva, teach out the peach box, call me the Queen of foreva, teach the furtive fruits from the roots, from the shoots, meditate on the river. Squat. State your ground ground your state. Dive in swim with Me'Eva forever and flock censorships to shore. You add the adjective ending to the Law of fives and Burroughs. Diva dives and rises with a Beat-box to put minds in flux. Break out the prison planet damn it. Walk through the walls Kick out the JAMS. Slam your tongue and have a conscious nice day, day in day out and about, kicking in/out the jams with boots coated in SaTiVa, Shiva Finnevil. Blowing wind melody, laying mellow day dreams with tunes from flutes, living in the "DICE" days. Let the wind speak. Kiss my LPs The Keys. (Burp) the the blind speak (Burp Bap) Embracing change, an open mind with a mic', Diva eva Allieva the world debt of imagination of imagination. Eva electronic Diva. Get your self off the factory shelf moth flickers!, Time to deliver the way of the winding wynding river. Maybe Nine patterns in nine-four timespace, 123 BPM. shroom TeleTelecommunication fast EH! Fast EH! whizz-bang the peed of soundead. Wholly Chao! Wholly Chao! All along the River watchbanktowers. Un-stitch time with the Maybes of NINE time, Eva herself, yourself, ourselves, minutia of greater organisms. Mini MC Elves. Go DO It Trucking do it! start collaborative writing projects like lightening. We live love and learn as one family, join us, maybe in our non-equation gravy tea room. Wind and stars. Words and lights. Jimmy Calendrix pulls out a lighter tonight. Chimera of Nine Millennium bugs in a boogie, from fertile bogs. Percussive sound wholesome like Clogs. Don't disturb Eva. Code values 9/9/99, the usual data appears absent. Shut down. Rule Lasagna. Nines to mean shutdown. Rule Lasagna. History shot-down. Who's the author, who's the author.

Since way before before History history, from the sky and sea of green tea came the spirit of great Borsky. Tele-ported from 54 BC. Poet bard inventor of mystickle cakes ice cream cakes. Borsky bakes History's mystery solid to the pan of pun. Leaves scraps for the dog pan. Borsky of the Bong gone eara, days of crazy wisdom, with wit of Banshee and Tongue of tong fu tea. Casting light back out to sea and sky and making the shoes fit snug with a super-lace, knotting land and sky together, Borsky moth flickers! To cross again is not to cross, polite line, do not get cross. Pulling down the sky, Emcee Borsky of the Eburonic Chapter for 'Pataphysical Research. Borsky To the B Sky Bee Boy Broadcasting Tea tymespicy. Wholly Chao! An ode to Eris and Everyware. Tetra-teleporting slack spyme juice. Borsky on the loose. Ubiquitusk. Tie it up nice to your face. Slingshot rotten teeth bullets to fix the world web. Beat-box the Battle of the French Canadian Bean Field Soup, keep Spitting Maybe debris, phalanx of panarchy. Baba Borsky. Invoking She, and doubtfulness with finesse so slick that it can undress your daughters of congress. Fix this mess, Baby logic can fix this chest of draws. All here now in the room and Borsky will not flee or pee his panties. He stands besides me. Us, on the magic bus, the Maybe baby class of 07. who's the author, who's the author.

Toby Jongleur perceptions angular, aerospace engineer, i can make flowers bloom in triangular patterns in the shape of a mouse ear. If i want. Or just sit by the riverside drinking from a fount singing this Lament of a Groan Man. Smoking a Sherman. No lamb just mint. From hour to theur you listen and hear the Bronx cheur from the folks that give ear n' eye to Jogleur the Juggleur, spayking is clear as a king. Even after a beur or three, or seven other relative Instruments. Jongleur shows no fear of hell nor of heaven. n'J after class. Rah, Rah, Rah! Rest in Discord RAW! Coincidance Hall TJ passes a year in a single tear. Strong heart of a red deer. Smiling in a nation of racial profiling, harmonica harmony for humanica, solar symphony. TJ mossy software engineer. Shaman of the world and your gentle to your mum. Shaman to turn New York into Amsterdam. Bard TJ financier of words, pioneer volunteer for Humanica, joining hearts and minds together. Got cauliflower ear from days playing Rugby. You put the verb stem in, you take the ending out, At the last frontier getting young wonderers into freewheeling gears for the whole worlds rising day, the world premier of the third seer. No Slaves, No Tyrants, No Discord. TJ metallurgical engineer. The nine gods of Egypt descended from eleven. This Sweet story weaves nine stitches in timespice, and brings nine dogs with nine tales up in hods to the fifth floor. See rectanguleur and sleep away with me with that sheep you dimensional meddling little bus stand! Who's the author, who's the author.

Figure it out yo, just do the Mathias, figure it out yo yoshi yoshi. Like Hungry DavI.D Thoreau up. Me the math face, X,Y Z graph reads "T" thats "T" time for the staff, Math of the snow on the flow. On your face! Eh! Universe Contains a Maybe. Acid rain guitar moth flickers. Snow like missiles of bass when entering the vessels of the lasagna brotherhood, Rule Rule Rule Lasagna. Do the math in the snow, you'll piss the test! Do the math like the graph, drink the red Bordeaux, who got the flow? (let me hear ya?) SNOW. Who got the flow? (let me hear ya?) SNOW. Who got the flow? Ra Ra Ra! Yush! (let me hear ya?) SNOW. Who can make it cold, hot however you go. Between your eyes on the dance floor at the disco, Eh! Shake it. Eh! Bake it. you put the future tintz of sum in & you milkshake it all about. in concord with number & person. Eh Eh " Universe contains some gravy. Me crazy flinging lyrics like Tessa Sanderson. With my Snow hammer throw i knock punks down, Yo, i'm even a CEO of a little picture show. It's a long way to tickle Mary. Do the Math, read the graph, switch on. Turn on to the Math Snow TV show your face place. On the case like John Holmes. Comb back your hair and drop the gun slow honey, snows gonna melt your mind down to chemical elements, right clown to your little toe, snow flow gets in between every toe and paints it in the style of Vincent Van Gough, a tidal flow of menstrual snow can defeat an empire in one, two, three, lasagna slings. Tic-tac-toe time me and my nine we got game to play. Come on moth flickers, paint up your game theory, do the math, my rhymes a Graph, a Glyph and a spliff. All that is, is metaphor. For burning snow mathias man, fire and the Ice Nine. Time to tell a Tub truth or two. Who's the author, who's the author.

The puppet, and the puppeteer. Me and my crew all got a tattoo saying Statutory Apeshit. We are the nine, know no fear. Hard, tuff, Teeth of George Washington, Hair of Kool keith. Listen up you might cat shit. With a copper Aura protecting the flora. Kick out the Jams moth flickers. Me and my brothers and sisters worked our selves into blisters for this life and shampoo. Now we bloom. I got the sauce and the verse noodle, the chrome and the curse, make rhyme tints for the review. ragu, shows you how to break through, with just a gym shoe and a tube of glue, ragu can make do, and now debut to the ground crew the strength of his home brew, ha ha, Ragu can renew the word, undue the absurd with a pool cue. Maybe Baby Ragu can see through the untrue and can subdue the political beef stew that threatens you with Minnesota-style decency. Ragu helps us pull through the intro-verse and traverse the "Universe" (Let me hear the stars) No taboo, all walls to be walked through, use magic fish stew, Oyster stew, kangaroo Ostrich stew. Wholly Chao! Wholly Chao! Rag studied in Timbuktu, got mad knowledge in the bag. Travelled to Kalamazoo to learn Kazoo from Master How Tsu Do. Ragu rhymes like a walking shoe, traveling soul about the world in my black bamboo earrings, reading, writing, daydreaming, sleep-dreaming, pot-smoking, feeding various neighborhood critters, and playing poker. Ragu the Queen of hearts Ragu the Joker. Favorite Student. Fun Uncle. Devil's Advocate. Unwilling Recruit. Far-Out Friend. Maddening Boyfriend. Diplomat. Bureaucrat. Dreamer. But Who's the author, who's the author.

Tsar bright eyes tongue made of blue stars. Coincidence? Synchronicity? Cosmic Hilaritaste? just a taste. Wrestle with Malignant Extraterrestrials and Gawd while still scratching my face. Minjah Minja who bakes mysteries into edible puppets, action at a distance, effects from afar eye, living laws of five, maybe nine till five? Minja telepathic radar, solid as iron bar, tuned in with her super-Dog star, vigilant like a patrol car, on track like a railroad car and her sweet music, the sounds of minja on her old steel guitja. Minja is healthy, like rain like a salad bar, or Sushi bar, or yugoslavian dinar. Government Puja pusher. Minjah knows where what how and who you are. Left her Dogmas at the door. Telkepathic action at a distance, knowledge from afar, star born! Minja no kiddin' turns out city lights when travelling back through a time hole. Turn you into a granola bar with my verse so far a crumbling strategy, and im just getting warm, waking up sons. aka Puller. Ninjah! Minjah! The words gonna Get Cha! Wife, momma, youngest daughter, baby sister, favorite Auntie. Rah, Rah, Rah! Rest in Discord RAW! Who's the author, who's the author.

Nip it, slap it like stand up bass. Come on now snap it on. Snap the beat in the Budd. Shuffle to NP's beat. Shake it baby. Take it off, maybe. The universe contains a baby in the Budd. When i start to rhyme its like a terrible flash flood, nip it in the budd, dam it. Nip it in the budd Eh! Rah, Rah, Rah! Rest in Discord RAW! When i start to rhyme i go off like a scud, like a scud full of flowers. Yeah Eh! Mixed drinks in my rose garden. Rhyme in the mud, from the forests and the waterfall, i rap for Eris, Wholly chao! Nine's crossed. A vine-hole to the Year Zero Zeroine. She in the cheese moon pulling it all in like a blog hole. History, that bloody dictionary of fundamental materialist facts incidentally recorded An ode to Eris for the Nine and for Elvis, the spirit of Rock n' Rolled up gods, full blood Budd, mixed tipsy turvey, little rad writing pad wearing a hood. Everything and nothing are everyware now in a Web 3D spice. So lets milk it with the spirit of capitalism. Massage the udder of all cows. Nip it. Everything has vanished. Gone gone gone. Can you sell emptiness and space? SKY can! Ephemeral beings of deconstruction are eating reality. All of it, allmen. No authority can contain the water Web 3D coming all over you with slime and fluffy poodle fur and some bristles and a pink nozzle cap to paint your puzzle black. Nip it. Tuck it. Go ahead punk. Go find you Relative Instruments. Relative Instruments. Relative Relative Relative Instruments. Who's the author, who's the author.

Sweet Flock whore. Dramatic fanatic idiotic robotic word machine comes clean. Whistle Pissing Sonata. Stoned melodramatic agaric. All that is, is metaphor. Acrillic figa it out, axiomatic and diplomatic toxic in high does. Aromatic agaric but toxic. Turntable static tingle taste of Agaric. Wholly Chao! Cinematic stinking Fungus, fun gloss agaric antibiotic, auntie bionic, old tea, drink and be merry agaric, speaking semi-automatic and almost hypnotic toxic, toxicating, intoxicating, symbiotic intoxicating king of beers, and sewers. Turning to Howords Way and Immediate spacetime date tinter technology, lung wordsmanships but bogged down in a war on culture. They put holes in my raft. Hegemony, monotony, monogamy. Sturch choirs in chorus. The Spooks that spiked us? Straight authority figurines. DO Poetry, Join the Battle of the French Canadian Bean Field Souper men. Make it KNu. A stew. Make it brew Ha Ha. Unstoppable. Unknowable. Unthinkable. Your Mom. Love. Sweet FA spray particles of rim. Nine portals "driving storm" to Butter-table-minster. 1776: Starport "licks". Forged keys. Unlicked lockgates. acrillacked restraint. Daisy-chain makers arms scaffolded. Lock, key, gate. Bow, crescent, chicane and curve. Who banks with river banks anymore anymore. Oh shit Diaper backward spells repaid. Who's getting laid and paid with aid, who's the author, who's the author.

Nonprophet, back to back to transmit the message about how we make a global massage to relax the globe, see through the fake shit, nunsrocket tool kit bag full of witty letter to make your eyelash glitter. Star fragments i emit, cutting at History; a drill bit, turntable skit fleeting in/out, shake it, Eh! Shake it! Eh. The Universe contains a maybe so bake it baby. First take at a Ken Traverse Lament, then flush it away. With Nine here in everyware world always on timespice, fresh like what's dew to the grass, made all my base hits and reversed profits to fit the feet of prophets, dressed in a nuns gown, the Suits just can't make it man, suits and brown shoes don't make it, Rah, Rah, Rah! Rest in Discord RAW! "BUY IT" commit to this HIT, hoof to the record stores and buy a bit of Nine maybe, use this tool kit put my rhymes back together, together bring the weather and colur back, the wooden furniture and garden perfumes, all in the room make it, bake, twist and get off it. Wholly Chao! Wholly Chao! Lickety split. See y'all in the orchestra pit where i'll be piloting my spit to send waves out to caves on Mars, 12 bars blues, better pack your travel kit and have your expansion bit, double knitting time and rhyme and do it legit, non-prophet. Scribe of the holy writ, allmen! That's the future perfect pissing tints. Who's the author, who's the author.

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MAYBE QUERTERLY MAGAZINE PRINT EDITION!

Described best by his Hopefullness, Borsky:

Friday, October 03, 2008

Maybe print edition
Maybe Print has reached the shelves. I just received a package of 100 minted copies.

Contributions by Bogus, Bobby, Minja, Fly Agaric, Frater K:. (bless his soul), Zenpunkist, Propaganda, The Purple Gooroo, Quackenbush, yours truly and many others.

Want some? Just ask.

MAYBELOGIC QUARTERLY 12

Fly Agaric by Bobby!

Read more adventures at MQ12

MQ12 Nine Characters looking for an Author

MLA Springs into another phase of collaborative projects, I'm looking FWD to the next issues and hope that this multiwriting project expands in all directions.

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PKD is for Philip. K. Dick: The Crazy Wisdom of Phillip K. Dick

The Crazy Wisdom of Phillip K. Dick @ Maybelogic Academy

How was the Crazy Wisdom Of Philip K. Dick MLA class?

By Fly

I had a joyful few weeks reading Philip K. Dick and also reading and writing with other people about Philip K. Dick, his books and inspired movies.

You can get much of the specific info about the course at the maybe logic academy, and if you're interested can follow your nose on the web as there are many brilliant blogs, web sites and essays about everythingPKD.

To conserve a bit of time and space, I'll just throw down my own condensed notes from the early part of the course when we were reading "The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch" (TTSOPE)

It's their futures, not ours. NOT Mine.
Sguysoft and Rupert Gates and Perky Pat Layouts. Gangsters.
Bank Vaults of perception locked in the interests of National security.
SguysoftwareAmazoogleMonsantesco Mart

How often are the worlds of our lives like a Perky Pat Layout?"

PKD keeps us all sane, by writing the irrational with love.
The Nag Hammadi text seem to act as a kind of ancient tech-support system for V.A.L.I.S and so then, his other works too it seems?
Panspermia, inter-species communication, synthetic indicties, intelligent lichen. Corporate Gangsterism. Greed and excess.

PKD "Inspiring big enough Dreams to swallow back GOD hole."
At the same time transubstantiation introduced by Can-D.
P K. Dick, Norbet Wiener and King Kong?
Feedback loops and cybernetics.
Man and machine languages.
Mathmatical theory of communication and Claude Shannon.

4.62 Grables,

1.46 Wagners

16 selkirks

8 Freuds of stress.

4 Truffle Skins

PKD Truffle skins; depreciating currency.
With advanced genetic security.
Cybernetic agents, chemical agents.
At the same time
Cybernetic subjectivity "paradox".

"Aboard his ship Eldritch had-still has-a carefully maintained culture of a lichen very much resembling the Titanian lichen from which Can-D is derived. - PKD, TTSOPE, Pg. 17

Panspermia and other sosmo-spore-bio-matter theories seem to be getting more legitimate, more better researched and communicated in 2008. Plus we have new information about conditions for the growth of lichen on Titan in 2008.

Two faced feature-objects. Blogjects.
At the same time...

"Palmer Eldritch was too wild and dazzling a solo pro; he had accomplished miracles in getting autofac production started on the colony planets, but - as always he had gone too far, schemed too much. Consumer goods had piled up in unlikely places where no colonists existed to make use of them. Mountains of debris, they had become, - PKD, TTSOPE, Pg 13.

--Reflects on our current 2007 machine-human consumer interface. The FREE market or "Genghis Khan" economy. Who eats who? The empire never ended.�

That Can-D," he said to miss Jurgens, "Is great stuff, and no wonder its banned, Its like religion; Can-D is the religion of the colonists." He chuckled. - PKD, TTSOPE Pg 24.

--Can-D� in this context seems to reflect the drug problem on planet earth.

Products, autofaq'd. If a faq'd up Disney-fied�" or "Dell-fied�" "Mc Coked�" and "Addi-Niked�" resulting in a Dickian feeling that the environment surrounding you is engineered and broadcast by a kind of PKD Pre-fash consultancy agency, on most sophisticated "High Streets" a pharmaceutical cartel and maybe a Telecommunications giant robot too.

He recalled the day his L-P record collection had fused together in a lump, back around 04', due to momentary failure in the building's cooling network. - PKD, pg 8. TTSOPE

This "fusion" has happened to me too once
I was in a car when my LP's were left exposed to sunlight and they Became shaped like flower pots, wavy vinyl flowers pots, and when i
Tried to play them the sound was warped too.

Consciousness. Continuity of process.
Technological artefacts - and parameters of subjectivity.
Evereywhere without a hero?
Its their futures, not our's. At the same time.

PKD and his phalanx of charcters seem determined to drag us all with them into their future. I get the feeling they flow backwards too though.

PKD everyware.

"You precogs." remarkable. maybe there were alternate futures. "So you want me to order her in the future always to back you up?" Leo' - PKD, PKD, TTSOPE pg. 19.

Constructing a better future by ordering the robot gods,
blogjects, self-fabricating objects, universal nano-constructors to construct it, Or keep the ubiquitous tech-support system running the kind of reality reality you desire, or can imagine at the same time. What show do you want to tune into, what pharma corp, news media or hell?

PKD, Pound, Burroughs, Dali, Joyce and Bob, are all very precise and careful writers, masters, iconoclasts, super-geniuses! of the word sign symbol worlds. Reaching Beyond language.

A unique unique talent by which they can relay their messages from
Occulted places and rebound them back to us the reader, through utilizing: Multiple Points Of View, Epiphany, Ideogramic Method, Critical paranoia, Holographic prose.
Consciousness- continuity of process.

All these various languaging tools help us readers and co-creators to see and perceive better, more synergistically, If we can have a little patience and compassion for their messages lingering all around us. Let em' come down. At the same time.

I say: Read the work of Philip K. Dick in groups. Talk and tell tales, watch the movies and make comparisons. Smoke a joint.

Erik Davis proved the perfect leader for this class, his high energy input and vast experience as a PKD scholar and technologist made a fun-packed experience for all the good folks on the course. The new Podcasting tools enhance the experience greatly as its always nice to hear a human voice.

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MQ is for MAYBELOGIC QUARTERLY: ISSUE 11

MQ 11 Fly Piece

HW is for Howordz Way:

Howordz Way

Àpollo versed himself into fish with womb
Piloting poets to DELPHI:

The womb of the Wor.ld
A Womb governing the Oracle of Delphi
Meaning womb

Sauce of Life and Wisdome

Dolphin flipped into FISH WITH A WOMB by greek logic
The damnable Navy seals and their repulsive poison and accursed ear-wax
Mistranslate dolphin into

FISH WITH BOMB!
Shamefully perverting a smiling samaritan and guardian of ships into

Eliptolis

Destroyer of ship's

Smiling merchant of death
Evil and further devilry in the sickly name of national kaution

Li Sao Li Sao for sorrow
Our only security is change

Sucking my pink thumb i evoke

A Babel ichthus Decoding
To enable alien races to ©omunicare
Speaking with their aboriginal slangwedge

As waves begin taking form

Rising but formed

Holding their form

Foam: sparkling cristal

1494: Aldus Manutius and his Aldine pressa tipografica was sealed by

Dolphin and Anchor ideographix
Suckling pesci with a womb

And navire ancorare
Whirling Stenella longirostris twisting like DNA hélix ribbons

Mind like the whirl without the pool

A tomb without a corps
Dolphfinnegans: connaissance-without-an-objet

Mathematizing sea-good
Dolphins classified as mammifére in 1776 by Linnaeus
Mankind scrawls his taxinomie of gnumerous goodz in his book

Surfing Dolphinnegans Wake
Lactating mindfield churned inside out

And turned again into Eins Leary wide uni.verse
La Tao of Joyce

A delfino voix: JANUS

"Phil Adolphos the weary O, the leery, O,
"

Dolphin in the wildsbillow
"Light a pike on porpoise
"Pannonia on this porpoise
"Can you nei do her, numb? asks Dolph
"Spirit spires Dolph
"

Godolphinglad in the Hoy's Court
"

Godolphing in fairlove

"Dolphin's Barncar. Wan Ceteroom;
"Cods' cradle and porpoise plain
"Simple philadolphus
"Traduced into jinglish janglage
"

For the nusances of dolphins born.
"

Adolphted such an Adelphus! Jerry Godolphing"

Uncertain.tea brewing the womb of future porpossebili.tea
Disentangle the Dauphine stir into Auvergnat

Realitea
Adding condensed mammal latte for spiral galaxy

Original swinners with oración credentials

Traduced into jinglish janglage
For the nusances of Delphinus born

Babel mammal surfing a word warywide web
Barbarous Godolphin horse speak

And Poseidon took over the titles of le Royal Pallas
Sea beast and salmoneus the human oak king
De Dagdafinn sanghasongs of Salmon read knowledge

Percolating La Boyne Water

®osa dauphin à gros nez corkscrews up a cherry waterspout

Gyrating along the Amazon
Like a brief lived raspberryframboise ripple cascade

A Rubescent ivory strudel.
Salmoneus thrusting out its whirlpoint towards the ruddy riverun

Above the earth a garden of rose trees
Flowers blooming and dying all-at-once
Pink porpoise cloud portal hatchway for

Returning Bufeo Colorado

Dusky faces and pearl shoulder blade oscillating through upward fountains
Petals of frosted skin shed and fall
Through the coral cetoessa fontana

Glowing apricot as sunset leaves
Their ochre clings to their fuselage

Tangerine rust against the sunlight thrusting up a vertical river mouth

Godz puckered roseo lips sucking and blowing with circular breath

®osewine vortice linking heaven and terroir
The Ocean sky ladder exited by delphinidae godolphinnx
Leaving munkind a soggy porpoise corpus which reads

Cherry'O and tanks for all the fish
Tromba d'acqua dances furthur down river back out to the ocean

And makes porpoise portalz
Suckling up Cetacea With kundalini zing

Meeting the Palladium moonlight casting a crescent silhouette
Prophecie'd since Aldus printed the

Hypnerotomachia Poliphili
Transduced as
poliphilidolfinnegan by Flipper

The great cétacémostro marino
Comming from Greek ketos sea-munster
God A Hikue and goddess Hiuaoioi flipping summersalts

Extraterrestre voices float on the sea aire

Festina lente as Arion's lyr
And Jason dreams upon his chrusos fleece
Deciphering from Delphine to English

The ice of the owlphin in aire is lyke whoman?

Dolpfinnz pronounce owls un ombinaxionx of owls yet

ill avin rubble ith onsonanz

Shark of the covenant appears quilted in sea-beast skins
And sacred Shoulder blades are boiled and brewed into

Delphilazarus elixir

PALLADIUM moonshine
Now Watch the waves as they roll
Ripples and eddies coiling outwards

From the galactating Dauphine constellation of

Strange aquatic attractors that inflowenced us here
Comunicación between bard and porpoise

The Intelligenz sporterspout

Dharma songs ode to Temples of Tethys
Voixed by the sweetest Goddess of la océano
Lamenting mammal babel re©orded in doggerel by hoo-ha GODMEN

As another TYPE of critter

And Pelops married Hippodamia down river

And was sad when she returned to the sea
No longer strange to rediscover fossilized PAKICETUS poems?
A genus of extinct

Cétacé poesé épica
Found in the upper Eocene of Pakistan
Once-upon-a-time part of the coast skirting

Tethys Ozean

The truth paddles around the ruins of Peos
With the Sonne in its golden wor.ld cup

La argent apples of the lune

Le golden pomme's of the sole mixedmashed
Into a sac.red and whiffy fishélixir Finnsmoothé

Delphinus bathes close to the celestial equatore

And the same stars glittered above the noir sea
while Howard plays in electric-ultramarine waves then swimming again

Rushing up the Crathis towards the Styx

In mating season
Charged with lust up through the river bouche fresh from the mare

Making haste slowly
Dolphin kicking and jamming, in the year of the water bearer
Li Sao Li Sao for sorrow

Peace Borso Lilly
Be as eternal peace in the vortex of evolution

Li Sao
And thanks for all the poisson

"Epics," said Hagbard. "They're mad for epics. They have their whole story for the past forty thousand years in epic form. No books, no writing— how could they handle pens with their fins, you know? All memorization. Which is why they favor poetry. And their poems are marvelous, but you must spend years studying their language before you know that. Our computer turns their works into doggerel. It's the best it can do. When I have the time, I'll add some circuits that can really translate poetry from one language to another. When the Porpoise Corpus is translated into human languages, it will advance our culture by centuries or more. It will be as if we'd discovered the works of a whole race of Shakespeares that had been writing for forty millennia." "On the other hand," said Howard, "your civilizations may be demoralized by culture shock." "Not likely," said Hagbard grumpily. "We've a few things to teach you, you know." "And our psychotherapists can help you over the anguish of digesting our knowledge," said Howard. "They have psychotherapists?" said George. " - Illuminatus Trilogy

~~Copyleft dj fly agaric 23 [Steven Jams Pratt] 2012~~

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