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that you can’t get away from it. It’s everywhere (whatever it is).

apple spell

give us ideals

not meat and bone

give us ideals not meat and bone

vibrating knot messiah

“Confuse them so that they have to think twice.”

Paper mountain

The flies are dying all over again this year. That’s twice now and I wonder if they will be the better or the worse for it. There is the shadow of a fly the shadow only ascending the spine of a book on the altar

Cry in the wilderness. Cry in the wilderness. Cry in the wilderness. - the house of the future has got a bomb in the oven.
What did he see underthe red hood? Expectation of the end of the known world...apocalypticism, Supernatural guardian figure, time it becomes a continuous atmosphere
The revolution's airplane flew to America undiscovered. Seed must not be left to plant. Primitive forest trees dark green. Her wilderness is a green wood, he was whistling in the cavedark
We haven't buried him at all. How will he clean up that in an hour?
& nothing is anything but itself
measured so...
Struggling for utopia, an appetite of your own

Design digestion
strictly, indeed, traditional and metaphysical.
Move me, not thestone, the stone both come from beyond the Earth and witness a storm not of their own doing.
The highest expression of truth, free of and from the past, first religion, then philosophy, both without the memory or even knowledge of texture.
What is below the dirt; or, what is the dirt upon?
She happened, chanced, found and saw
half-door and an orphaned detail, in the corner, looking out
When we awoke in the dark and in the cold of the night, granitic beast. Gryke
Ever is now...when there is nothing, rituals of the space, degrees of difference between What never was and/or what never will be
What never has been and what never could be. All sounds in silence, burying, the history of the future. The past is gone, explore all
Of your holes
Open and closed. At nature should we bow?


Cannibalism
Havoc havok, withdrawn monument The horizon of the pats appears
You can never reach it. An outer time, like outer space
Conclusive, not being hopeful...to ask a question please come to the front
Structure architecture Marrow support, child of the night running wild and free. "perhaps I have said enough."
Extinction is forever

Amplification of attention, he was rules by the proportions of his own body; being told that the stone is the truest condition of creation, of still silent

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Cleft of teeth, cloven teeth
All animals pagan, no governmentNo houses no schools,Freedom and no possessions How long does it take to forget?How you will look when you are removed from the stomach of A beastI don't give a damn about your chess and am unimpressed by your strategyDon't let them see you with that fly on your cheek lip ear"tell me if anything was ever done...Nature is an infinity of events which have never happened, and have never been experienced."A shadow falls between gnashing teeth as the mouth opens & a shadow fell between them.Where do reality and divinity part, if ever I'd known.On the cusp, mouth open

Two rocks wed to one another, prayingThe fruit of happiness ripened by the sun of desireThe Moon covered in feathersMeconium & mensesLight him on fire once he is saturated with bloodThis is why the shaman was so concerned with transformationYoung man against a background of flames...Was unable to ignore her Red reds or the red cross upon his chestTravellers among mountains meet upon a fertile exchange saliva and fur

An acolyte with probing finger, a magnet and harp or guitar string hand & gut.Marauding and touching the wound with dirt and smoke.Panoramic distortions and astral secrets
no lightsetting, only questions, no answers
 who made what? What made who? &how?
By this time tomorrow I will have to be gone. But tomorrow has never been today, has it?
Loss of information
We know virtually nothing.
Broken glass, I don’t mind
I don’t know, there’s the moon
“Liberty is essential to Creativity”
fearless freedom,
it is the responsibility of the society to support their artists in exploration
in cultivating freedom
there are many impulses for making art (vitality, necessity, because you have to)
and many impulses for freedom, for liberty (what you can get away with, anarchy?, disruption/rebellion
Her hard nipple pressed against the stone
Just a whisper of flesh and texture,
A hair, a single hair moved dust
Hands on stomach, then lifted as they inhaled
Drink the juice of heaven
Before your body is gone birds will consume you, into beak, their feathers carcass-stained
Opposites copulated, thrusting masses forces were male, until snow fell down upon them, silver turned black and the Moon waxed and waned.
Depending on how much is was diluted with water ink could be everything from mist in the valley to a towering mountain