bless those rebels and revolutionaries
and now he can do as he did when he is here
instead of whatever else may have happened
if that is still the case anyway when he is
she burns the borrow. how will you return it then?
American Indians, and the “industrial” ruins,
Much of what will happen or is happening has already happened.
All the evidence buried beneath thick layers of
skin and cloth, under dirt, all under eons. We wonder where this sorrow came from
where this nothing is from, returning
There is a great person buried there, and there.
living underneath the light of day
the twist of the datura flower, and the dignity of the cypress
what supplies did the natives provide you, swift globe,
first aspects of creation after Chaos, primitive and archaic
all that brown he's in makes him look a caveman, caveman
"Through time and exact definition things are converted into intellect."
& to transform thought into things?
"... a species of liminal monster (...) whose combination of familiar and unfamiliar features or unfamiliar combination of familiar features provokes [me] into thought, provides [me] with new perspectives, one can be excited by them; the implications, suggestions and supporting values entwined with their literal use enable [me] to see the subject matter in a new way"
The first day we sought one another out.
Always to begin where beginnings occur
The boy who killed God. The boy who burned the man.
a neat beast, further on...a clean breast
the abysmal is in the north, pushing his nose into it the
holographic history of that which will not go away
Thick fur, thick furred for winter, to be warm, keep warm, stay warm,
Rust publish brown into the battery, the fort and the palisade are all protecting
a good cleansing fire, return to the same place. Is it fresh and good? What will you do to make it so? Friction will cause a fire in the dry season.
Motherfuckers live and then the sonic-boom is dropped in the middle, as you run toward the boxcar tripping on
your shoelace. Afraid to fail but not worried about it. still holding to the side of the abyss, edge only barely indelible stigmata. the trembling of his finger as he groped Christ's wound, desperately feeling for faith, finding only bone. All the way is far enough. Bring me your money and I will burn it...
And your approach, in the dark, brought great joy. Like a bed made by Christ.
smile ringing bells a shooting star
announce your departure I wait a long time in the wind for another yours is the only one, the only one. I’m gonna’ come home. You of the rainbow chest, Please Destroy me, oh I am being.
The inner canyon is a part of the darker world. There is no rest for us
There is so much further to go. The only one amongst us who knows…
He with muscles as big as his voice, the strength of him
in that blizzard. Which is the cream of the milk, untasted. My appetites are unstopped, unstoppable, and there are those who do no more than drink milk in bland tea on a such a night, but he can gulp and devour night
to night, until wild, rock-strewn, staring, and all the flesh of top and center red.
Beneath & under the desire not to destroy is deep and humble care. (or is there, where she’s going now, to live for free in the fat of the land and the roaming breeze?)
(we know what Spring is) which interests us with both the inner and the outer. And all such colors as Spring is, plus…Flowers
like we say, And I feel that way.
I, dazzled the moment of the pleasure of carrying the end evenever further
An important Gnostic text, the Apocryphon of John, reports that the chief archon caused the flood because he desired to destroy the world he had made, but the First Thought informed Noah of the chief archon's plans, and Noah informed the remainder of humanity. Unlike the account of Genesis, not only are Noah's family saved, but many others also heed Noah's call. There is no ark in this account; instead Noah and the others hide in a "luminous cloud".
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Pleasure in the difficult, pleasure in the impossible, joy in the difficult
we should have done this for you,
but there is no solution set
no indian gaming, the anchor lost on the busy road. the lower ones battling for mind in the amateur cosmos
until at last all the animals depart for the moon we are not merely a function of utility
being between, without our clothes, inscribed in the monolith upon us, of the obelisk. Why is the forest (of the obelisk) in parts?
They don’t move slowly, know nothing or subtlety or humility. any way to infinity, from the hill and the corpse and the deplorable. instead clean protest\plant your garden anywhere
Sons of ruin, defense against history, time molting
Shape-shifter, fearful or believable; is the material the message...?
it had an occult meaning that could only be revealed by it's identification as a myth.
Back from the end of the earth & the american annihilation of consciousness.
the Western Lands never end & the Western Land never ends
howl of stray dogs, your dream's not a mystery to me now.
don't want to know, finger, we know, fever
“. In his written sketch “Play 17 of 1963”, thirty-four animals in a room (the representatives of wild, feminine nature, organic) disappear as soon as "West Man" enters and "East Man" is simultaneously projected on the wall.”
want. What we all need, the most (& most of)
The freedom to want what we need,
it is whatever we do when we are doing whatever we do
not what we were told we need(needed) to do
but what deep need determines, doing what(ever) has to be done.
