YLLWFACEs.
Copyright. 2007 Andrew Stoeckel
The Alley-known universe who it
relates to and everyone you know
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---The Yellowface Document:
----I M N U Enlightened Few
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Copyright. 2007 Andrew Stoeckel
PCE+LVE IN FTR.HNDS.
Pcch, ahh. Making all the magic, you’d never see or believe.
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CNTNTS & ONTENTS & FRONMENTZ & SAHNETS
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.(1ob)FTR.Kalidoscope
.(1oc)FTR.Hirish Riprite Ultra--
.(1od)FTR.Man-tra Float--
.(1oe)FTR.Dharma Mat--
.(1of)FTR.Candi-Land for--
.(1og)FTR.Ad ventur so-&---
.(1oh)FTR.Gear-moe so.--
.(1oi)FTR.Fdng
.(1oj)FTR.ABUser all--
.(1ok)FTR.GermMan DEAD of--
.(1ol)FTR.Bend-Bot you--
.(1om)FTR.Museician
.(1on)FTR.Nusuave
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.(1oq)FTR.Paraducks
.(1or)FTR.Menziz Khan
.(1os)FTR.Yugnamuh
.(1ot)FTR.Degen-Beast
.(1ou)FTR.Zou
.(1ov)FTR.Bug
.(1ow)FTR.1Billion
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.doctrine (meditation)
. b. Ascension (Wake)
. x. xx, xxxx xxxxx
. 2. Nichiren & Go
. 3. East/West-ern Friend 19
. 4. Sit & relaz.
. 5. Diggin' IT
. 6. End-All-be-All
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.visual (synchronization)
. 1. Alley-known-Universe (c)1or
. 2. Biologics (c)1ou
. 3. Synthesis-btwn (c)1oi
. 4. Sightless (c)1ob
. 5. Iguana Town (c)1od
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.auditory (hallucination)
. 1. Ath Way Lu Pelo
. 2. Hills Away
. 3. FLL ASLP + DRM
. 4. Cosmic Shore
. 5. Das Kommodore
. 6. Goodbye Heaven
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(01)
I felt a drip poor
I saw some thing
Mix me,
A fine color
I saw paint dry 15
Faster than the
Fastest eye
Seeing me,
A sequential sight 88 (1)
93(Uh huh)
A church hymn 21(okay)
Strange men gambling 23(Ayy-yuh)
On a high desert
Discussing
I started all mixed
In sand sky
I saw she, peering
At me from there,
Her had a
Convincing ring w/
A jacket the size of blue
I could probably expect
More from her peaceful mind
And oh! We live this
Life:
For the boring n.y. post,
For all of those things,
For the daily times when I
Dream
Of nothing more at
all
of almostanything
I dream to sleep;
in science;
the divine;
that holy ghost
but, oh no! To flow under
oceans with
carbon & zinc, to make
my mind a diamond in some sky,
to fossilize my eyes w/ the most
lavish of leads and a single,
simply,
misunderstood,
rather intelligible mind.
And I like mine, with
a field of blue
view, true all within the
yield of new moons
sent my body back into
black space
(02)
I DRANK SPACE TEA--------------
W/ A SPACE COLPODA---------------
NAMED SEPIUS-----------------------
--he spoke in sepia tones
--with a cold old moldy
--drone.
"I write the true notes a1
with the right amount a1
of palp, where I mix a1
haploids w/ chimpanzee
knees, and
hairlines, most and all
of those things. To make
me 1/2 of man."
The sensation a1
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I asked, "will you
tip me if I tip you
With an out loud thought
and burst of strange
sight, he saw me, with
all 1(none) of his eyes.
"Oh, young man, I could try
but see here, -here, and -
here, I am all blind in
all but this single eye.
It's strange sight this
thing of mine - it came
in a sequential dream w/
seeing & time."
But I could digest such an ingenuine
thing with a twist or two of me &
& you. And selectors on centipedes,
stumbling over-lover-dinner- for you 176 (2)
& two other blue moons with this and
that, name calling all sorts.
"I am alone for over- for- over
forever. I am timeless. In two
space with tree eyes - scheming
green thighs - three ties - to
this and that."
Mixing up in a sort of maternal
light, child- birth - in loom
of bad tunes, of timber, on land,
in a catacomb (tonic) I clean state.
I hunted all sorts of preys, in some
strange taste, I ate rabbit & duck,
on my gleaming estate.
"I went for a walk.
Yeah, I went for a walk.
Oh yeah, I had a talk with
you over repetition &&
over (this) & this & that
that"
Oh what a giant hand that one,
It could make a man-i-mal all
entwined like mad fat. The
bad cholesterol for just the
right kind of brain.
"I am limited with certain
or no connectivity. I
arrived just in time, and I
could not wait to lie down.
You see I just flew in,
from all the way, down-down
town, you know that place,
with this & that all piled
around, all the way towards
a certain you-know-who
kind of ran-day-view."
(03)
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///\\\I was beginning to dream
in a solid .................
state. Conscious of me, ....
all in///side,
some strange b\\\eing. I was limited.
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.no way.
I couldn't get that thought just
out from in front of me, I got
stuck in Japan, and men with two
swords and six syllables in his
name.
"You might not be able to
access this time, or next.
Or four after that
could you promise me this
that
all of those things"
"You are a fool & think less
of me, no way, what a boring
way to ask! I am a
horizon, mixing
up the blue and reds.
I decongest the eyes and let
them see their lives"
And oh see, look here, I gots a
thought on my brain. brain. I got
to tell you the things I believe in
with lame little Flynn - -
"But, Hey, he's got lots of
stories to tell. He has
been in all sorts of places
like ancient Rome, and Spain.
Traveled up to Canada to meet
some simple concubines, and
hunted all down south for the
fabled Porcupine Squ--"
--They CALL it: As, paraphrase, 264(3)
as per, me.
"The Giant hand, as per, it
should entwine with might
with with with, sequential
sight, as per, mixing
all its arms, in a tip-toe
of floor mats"
--Interrupt this exchange
as per, I need a short
explanation, this man exudes
a funk odor, and I need
him to make an exit.
as per, I am worried about
him.
as per, I hate the way he
makes me think of rahim (-eem)
"Oh no, I must get home. To
see my folks, give my momma
the run-down on my bowlin'
averages. If my arrival is
well timed, I can make it up
the sixteen stairs,
a few (or more) seconds to
spare.
I was really scared.
Phew, Three fiction
1)3.133 games of bowling,
2)4.137 bowlers climbing by
3)5.142 one each game.
I've Phew, I didn't do
been too bad, I wondered.
gett about the smell in
-ing there, just waitin'
bet- to sit down and
ter. write."
Saddle complications with daytime television
I buckled too hard for the ride,
and I could
scrap up only pigeons in the brain.
A small
dried up,
tied-down nest
with bunches
of bristles
in there.
A quarter too late for the brain,
missing things that the heart needs, things for
the heart, the
heart
doesn't need to see.
A
piece of three, I was, missing the
yin and yang
or centers of the
two points,
pointing me directly
to high-speeds,
on at least one-hund red(blue) and
twenty (120) steeds.
And I was tired, buzt for
somezztime I got thzzze
mu s tz zer
tz o ac tzzi zvate
szzozme tzhinzgzzs.
RE Single Hairs, Single lines
HY Dance-a-long, Sing-a-long
YE lines, mad dash for the two
MS tiered door, all along, all
along. Yeah, high-yes.
(04)
"The sober dawn
awakens a different
man."
I am the forever - An Afterthought
What Kind? What do you see?
I see all those indigos go unseen.
Going unseen in discussion - of -
what it is to be, how or why
Synthesis between V3
the thematic claims V3
of you and I V3 352(4)
Mantra,
"Life is insight,
so how can I be of
assistance?"
Dharma,
"You are with him
now, but, just hang
on right, right?"
Do I need an acknowledgement
to run, faster, than the speed
of life (light), traveling
high in an encounter, with several
With IT, I am forever,
I am the eternal mark that
Begs and pleads to be free,
to be loose from this
tick-tock robotic clock.
With IT, I am forever,
And it strikes the flow all over.
It makes me inside, the same
way, all over. Inside, and out
Whatever, becomes something all
the time.
I can't begin to describe.
"I duh-rink ah-luminations.
and I-uh eat all sore-Ted
legs."
"What a queer man, you are.
Standing among fellow queers.
With squandered, most indefinite
fears. You are Poor man, you
are, with torn men, among your
fence."
I saw some strange things,
moving closer towards the eye,
that cataloged all but mice and men.
I heard the telephones ring,
with golden strides of bells and things.
It takes so, long for the motion.
It takes a wonderful pace, of moving.
But, I just wanted to groove, to that
telephone beat.
"Every minute, Every Second,
I can feel it getting closer."
Organics in ya'll-ectronic musics.
Future trash, keeping some awesome
beats. A monster IT mix.
It'll make a buck or two.
Just some pocket's cash.
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(05)
So, a Character, with pin
-striped zoot-suit attire
making a strange noise, o
-n his funky keyboard. He
believed in funny stings
of his own mix, jamming o
-n into the next century.
What a fantastic life, yes!
High-yes, jolly on for good life
Good-life, for god-like moments.
With It, I will become a holy
ghost, riding on through time
in time, with time, making, the
most congruent time, seeing it,
for all time, making me feel
Oh-KAY.
"Phew, We got on
faster there for
a second.
Let, us count to
-gether you and
I. Let me eh, see
eh, those finger
tips of yours.
::Beware:: 440 (5)
He is a behemoth staring
at the sun. "Oh,
boo, I'm just so sick of
that place, they ain't
got nothing of any sort,
for my kinda southern
hunger.
He wasn't lying either you know,
there was always a way, he'd make
sure, he'll make sure, all bets too
one. I'd take a fix at sixty, no!
Seventy, [stop, bang] no! Eighty!
[Crash, stop] no! Ninety! Awe,
Shucks, I just gone done, lost all
my money.
And soon, he made it. And he
climbed up and off that rock.
Dear Whomever, So and So,
Yes, you, dressed in jazzy
snazzy clothes, you is
so fancy, you know, I bet
you could snag a sneeze of
ladies, all dressed, up
for a night on the town,
around town, in the comfort
of yours, and yours, and
alone.
With Love, and regards,
Yours, truly, going mad.
Mad, Mad, Mad. See, I
just read all these books
But still can't manage to
pass the exam.
(06)
--Oh, what a simple crime, I have
thus, committed. Another
paraphrase, as per, the likes
of It:
"Let me explain, it started out
confusing, and just got poor,
see this man, is in need of money
I give him cent's but he demands
my pocket's cash. Demanding!
What a Mad Man, he must of been
insane."
"I let him in on a whole new
strange world, with breathing
groves, that gave echoes time
to seed, and grow."
I can't begin to describe.
"It's raining on my toes.
My toes are all wet.
How am I supposed to function,
with wet toes. Huh?!"
to me, from me,
always.
With IT, I am you.
And me, always.
Hear Ye, Hear Ye,
I'll put that all on a
slow rotate. I'll let
you feel it.
"Jing-oh, Jing-oh. a5
Space metals flyin' at a5
me. High-oh, tricky a5
business, Hmm-hah, hmm. a5
Tectonic, for the a5
Pyramid, Plate Kid. a5
Mr. Trillionare. Oh, a5
You must got them bucks. a5
Yes-hmm, oh my." a5
I am a time-bomb of good fortune
passing my bad years, with bad
measure. Bringing, it back from
zero degrees. Heatin' it up 528 (6)
straight to one-hundred.
"I am a game-face, I am
inside, running with
gamer-pace, seething
with an archers grace"
"Dang! He got's a mad
case. Or he's drunk.
either way
he sure has stuck to
a certainly good story."
What is it? with that full trained star?
keeping at moment's Zen, with glued-up
glowing folks in the ceiling. He was
brooding up a gluttonous storm, that would
drag you down straight to the bottom.
Hmm, hazy mind,
cardiovascular bliss
sitting, with a thump
of tunes in your brain
But, I'll let it fly
to things, and things,
will become me,
(07)
stop-light and a swarm
of insects came dripping out
little organic organelle
shells - plastered with
metal cell walls - producin'
no good ol' O-two emissions
this was - Biologics, V2
diffusion confusion across V2
the lateral membrane V2
"That was just a short ride
home from the weekend thrills
the kicks, the think, thoughts
taughts, fill-in's, inevitable
replacements. Spent it with
with a Pluto (tonic) cool face."
"I should stop maintaining
a single phrase - phase,
move on, just a, single, bit
forward.
Into, a single, bit
future.
///z\\\ I am a tip-tap, comatose
\\\o/// dancer, dreaming, with
///o\\\ out the thought of
\\\m/// prancing, in a sleazy
ballet."
Coffee, with a mad women
She has become a growing
fox, bending me, with an
unknown trance. Phew, oh
we, we, we, had good
times in the long-ago
past. But, now I plead
for another night with
her.
I feel a zone, I toast
to tone, kick up, and
start to moan, start up
a solid show.
)()()()()()()(
)I am in a (
) fantasy(
fame,
finalizing,
my fitted,
formal attire.
Try it out! Whoo-We!
I'll let you see for free.
See these, my most famous 616(7)
of trees, its called
-- Moon-Mist-Mamma, grown in
-- a far away land, with
-- Tomahawk Strands, breeding
glands, acres & acres
-- of fields, that yield
extravagant meals, so
great, I have HUGE!
climbing record-breaking
demands.
(08)
To 'Carnaval de Pesth,'
Indulge you, the audience,
feel them double ups and downs,
glowing all around, moving brown
into burning red, feeling
it slow and turn down.
Falling all over, so pretty.
Tah-tah-tah, I can feel it
in my shivering cold shirt.
I look for an absolute mad
I am in a world of feel,
sifting in the parallel void,
loitering most sweetly, on
guidance of large sentient
orchestral cells.
Wah-Wah-tip-tap, oh!
You hit that place, that I
wanted to go, composing,
in the years ahead. So,
I shall let the good times
roll.
"Grand Conversations,
marvelous ozones, &
conservation."
Hee-Hee-Hee,I rented out, see this
book here, from the library.
"Encounters With the Archdruid"
By a Mr. John McPhee
It's a stitch, it really is.
New, News topics. I saw something
on the news. I saw it there,
staring into the left-torn sky
sun up there, peeking at me,
in a winter's dusk. A sort-of
life-like task for lovable lives.
It's a pair of ducks,
A paradox, in midst of
letter format, found
among scattered things in
the glove box. Waiting
to be sent out - - glory
in the glorify.
Wow wow wow, mystical ma'am
for most sure. Certainly,
In a big jam, out to sit on
top of that big hill, with
such a little lamb. Trying
for it now.
"And I can feel the heaven in
that, crossing the lines all
over that place, spouting magic
amidst evil sinners."
"OH Boy, I wonder what he would
say to thee! Oh what you, with
your unholy teeth, oh you! you
vile wretched thing!"
-- Hmm, A prophecy of Government
suspicion over this sort of,
fish. Sending it, all over your
side of town.
-- Hmm, It is in the day time, I
think of certain things, pale
friends, "good lovin’ outside,"
things out there being all up 704(8)
some parts of me, peace & love
for the future hands, for
they gots a bitter seed.
, for
they gots a ticking beat.
"And, Haha, I can see the blossomed
heart, Hah-hah, You are hmm.
A part of my water park! A slip-
slide-gliding adventure!"
You're a Keeper
Oh, Chocolate fish.
Hmm, I don't have
a clue about
romance though.
(09)
Tale of succulent, captivation
nighttime sky, cut from class
and work all ways, ready to be
hittin' that town.
"Sleep easy, and my prayers go
out to you. You is my mamma
and this & that."
Ready to hit it, and recall
from today, blast! it was
written down:
>>>
>> It was all over those days, -
> Malnourished and self-proclaiming
>>> But not the wise mighty bood-ah.
, he was healthy
>>
> to every little //old// bone
>>> and knew all the signs that
>> there was to know - - -
> -- Could decipher train maps frm,
>>> 1000, miles away, Interstates frm,
>> Outerspace
>
>>> the ins & outs of every T,O, moving
>> sub way car s
> But,
times wouldn't say, just to
not know at all
A noticeable glance in terms of
interpretation, in respect
or orientation.
"I saw the sun rise today, I decided,
that I had driven in worse of
conditions."
I was feeling -a sort- of can -of-
worms until today. -but then I
tasted some fresh new life -
And sometimes though it's citrus
-bittersweet b/c its very sour
With an after taste of something
else. Too busy to be on a sand-
which.
Today was lazy.
Tonight will be inexcusable -
It snowed outside, and there
wasn't a particular detail
worth mentioning beyond the
consistent drip that must have
been started by a mobilized roof.
"Oh damn, another smoke break
in this freezing weather, I
motion to move on out of this
desert." 792(9)
It was a cold back-half alley.
Strange things, by the none.
Orange crates, sometimes piled
two-three-four high, enough to
make a bench, curl up around
the wall. Just outside that
dirty Kitchen, catching quick
glinces, glances, this & that
or somethin' at traffic pass-by's
Few trash, ready to be carried off
towards the corner of the alley- V1
known-universe, a trash heap for V1
grease, a haven for left-over
meals, could of been taken home
in a carryout box.
"there is a lion in my blood,
in my SWAMP. Home, sunken down
laid all low, laid down, in
the deepest of brown ground.
Wearing the symbiotic crown.
during, dastardly, deep,
comma-dating anagrams, Venn
diagrams, If I kill it, I
won't die. Oh pondering past,
conjure up a storm, think
of me in my final hour."
(10)
Interjection: As per, the likes
of format,
:
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gaze wide // set sails
eyes closed flyingincold
fellow wind
slow shh, \\ tack them
apes make a \\ tax them
glossy c make sure
over head they w-
// ill float
gaze nar
row sir // you, never,
expression \\ had, it, so,
seems fu- good, in,
tile floors. \\ these, parts.
Kin
d-type wave get em' dirt-
and wat- // y good sir?
ch-o- // why good miss?
s-end-angered.
\\ I - know,in
gaze wide these parts, I'll
eyes closed \\ never go home
good man //
// gaze narrow
\\ eyes open
// fellow
The Cosmopolitan News
Anchor With His Eyes
On The Prize, Playing
He A Game Of Absolute
Found
it. Negligence
]the sky was filled
There was a sign
that read NO vacancy
the affair
Anxiety; toobadit
wasn'tallgone
not yet - not tonight -
not here or now, or back then.
(((1))) The center of the universe
is at hand and I am a pilot steering
straight for the sun.
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880(10)
Awake in the AM
Asleep by dawn,
ready to fall down
into the sleep-slumber-slump
Ready for most of all, anything
Like Jazz organs, bringin' in
the new year, on a mad treat,
swingin' that slump-er into
gold. Being with all, insomnia.
Ready to reach new blows,
low & steady, high & there.
"Soft skin, a touch of muster
and toad. Tipped- into a
tank of colors, exotic to
the five senses, ready in the
night time, to fall in love
with you under an orange moon."
They were border patrol, organizing
rhymes, with knicks-knacks for the
grabbing, getting so bored with
themselves. Watching you, tryin' to
hop that fence - Be free.
-Must remember the selection
of foul modes
-investigation of certain
sorts.
-elect ironic,
politicians.
[\\]] --------------------
---- ....... -Do my is dirt ee -
\\\\\ /// -work & write me
is-
///// ...[]. -a b
ook----
---- [] --------------------
(11)
And ignore cold play
REPORT 1:
The trickery of this
design is its absolute
lack of distance and
direction. The original
intention was to create
permeance but allowing
multiple variables to
overlap. On several
occasions it was observed
that separate identities
would play a part in
redirecting course, of,
"direct" play
REPORT 2:
Function is occasional
This was my degenerating beast.
Tasteful tin
torn, towards teetering
Towers.
Glistening
Growth Glowing guzzled
grain.
Crucial Congregation
Constipated
Curiously
Concerning Clichéd Choirs
Pokuven,
Dear you, you aging fighter,
I miss,
the generation of pills sorting an
untouched cloud of finger strokes
and minds. I was wondering what I
was about to say, but the screen,
filled with resolutions spots, a
bunch of things, and for something
I was abolished, into a mysterious
complacent place.
"THE sound of VIOLIN will make 968(11)
mixed with the sound of
electro-tron, electro-tronic
distillation - marking a
start of A-typical conscience,
us, must force some glitter
out of this sad tomb.
Oh, Oh, Oh, Ancient places,
without sight, you are
a magnificent sea. closed,
nothing. But, all the while
something in the super (tonic)
clean brain.
Oh, The abstinence, of waiting
of time and thought. Who is a
virgin here, and who is not?!"
"Oh, rage with the wire of nothing
Bring brotherhood to the table
and slowly,
slowly,
slowly,
Someone will surely witness
something. They seemed not only
to take their time, but to blow
my mind, closer than the closest
equinox."
Strange men, in their own, watching
their own created, crusades. A blend
of some common, to never really get
anything done. Never doing, most nothing,
for no fun.
Format is a dancing trine, mixing magic
see that magic-ness radiating, from them
fingers, all twenty-six letters hardly
used.
"I realize, I am a texture and so is
that."
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Something, There is a road,
|With personality.
|With a ladies grace.
|Winding at just the right angles.
But why does she drive me in
circles
? ? For the next few
days.
(12)
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A SEPER ATE TAB(C) LET I SAW IN LIB RARY
S P A C E. - --- -- ---- --
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Tell me how to ricochet, blown
heads nine-stories high. Peeking
with their ears a looking for
some incredible adventure.
"Some present today, seeing
things in their own space.
Wrapping themselves up &
all the while maintainin'
trying to dance with it all
around."
Wah, zip-zap-zoop, future trash, 1
you would take to this future 0
mix, materialistic in the 0
brain. You would joy to break 0
high bread to this jam, usher K
it in every night, all the time." N
I
V
Library treatin' no one. E
Only can diagnose disease. S
can do all dat ting
Ring all dem rings
Wear all dat bling-
blang, pop culture
cash. 1056(12)
Aisles of the intro-net
Bringin' people to feed
their lives with introductory
rices, brown spices,
meals of the cute Thai sort.
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"Funkadelic Rockstorm
Electro-popstorm
aLL in good good form."
Oh yeah! Mister Electron Man- --
Be singing it, oh yeah! -- --
Be praying it loud! - -- -
Be jamming On into- --
Be ing the next - --
Centaur.- - - - --
Bard, playing --
Anatomy on a--
sharp body.-
STAIRS GOING UP
ALL WAYS ALWAYS
"Just so you know
I really liked
that show,
Oh you know the ones with
this & that, instruments
brought all in & out you
know. Hmm, maybe or something like
that. Still trying to decide, my
courses through time, carrying one
or two characters along for the ride
()()(t)()()(a)()()(c)()(g) MY
()(c)()()()(t)()()()(a)(g) SELF
(a)()()()t()()()(g)t()()() IS
()()(a)()()()(t)()(g)(c)() UN
()(c)()()(g)()()(t)(a)()() explain
(t)()()(a)()()(g)()()()(t) ABLE
More than with things,
experiencing the most
exciting varieties of
plant-like life
Puttin' them down in
small pieces of paper
here & there.
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Myoho Renge Kyo,
Nichiren,
I adore thee,
I will pass on the GO,
Starve on for some
time to come, give
birth to thee, amongst
my tribe.
Dai-Gohonzon, something
to do with all of us.
Courtesy,
Ftr.hnds
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My brain is dry. Soaked up all its
useful-less knowledge, gotta ease up
and make sure to cool down.
(13)
Alright, Alright, Alright,
Everything is okay to go,
making stars crumble for the
first time, shoot me straight
to space, so I can get this
done. 1144(13)
"I will see to this matter! ?
I will get to the bottom ?
of it! ?
Now where are my glasses?
I would just like to read!" ?
Prayer again, for me. Read on, just
a little bit longer, feeling naked
on some floor, just wait on, you'll
see the mind, blowing out harder than
ever before. It'll come down and say:
"Hey there, we have not
spoken in some time. We have
not had a chance to communicate
Me, Me, Me, yes, I've been here
seeing things only in some sleep
here & there."
I just don't understand, you see only
unimaginable things. Landscapes
for the \\\sky, clouds by the
thousands, stretching farther, then
a sleeping eye could see. A tectonic,
crust, expansive, no one dare to touch,
splattered with colors, Feeling things
I could never gamble, you are a resource
for the years to come. Only in my sleep,
I will let you see all of those things,
only when I can't seem to stay awake.
"Oh Future trash, can't you just
get a clue. Stop clicking your
fists in a dumb-stuttered stare.
Get on with it, just go, just do
your chores, and get out of my
hair."
With IT, I am lost, but in
the best way. Taking tests
together without a clue.
I noticed,
"Dieser deutsche Wagen ist schnell.
Wo ist die kliene, schwarze Auto?"
Mit solchen neuen Autos kann man schnell
fahren.
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(14)
Finished an art, today. V1
made it, tomorrow. All V1
-over-it. Eating up a V1
storm, of the robot rocket V1
les-post in-ferno. Sent, by V1
an ordinary Dante, Dante, V1
Written several times, on V1
crossword style V1
crayon (drawings) V1
stained. V1
"Oh, great Les-post, Mister
Electron-Man. Electro-tron
tan skin, mixing, with all
x sorts of common metals
x carbon & zinc.
Have mercy on me, for I am
here in my final hour. For,
I have slaved to see a face.
I dreamt, dozens of things.
But, yes, I, I am here,
So forgive, all these
things, that I have
seen & done.
Believing now, all sorts of things.
But I most assuredly have faith in
life itself. A great kick to space,
picking places here & there, chatting
most assuredly with this, that, every
thing.
Birds arose, , killin'
that alarm. A spook of tardiness,
disappearing casually. And hills away, 1232(14)
I turned my head a sudden flare -
"Birds Arise, And I am a2 MNZiZ
ready to come down, fall a2 KHN -
faster! Faster! Birds a2 BiRDS
Arise! So come down with a2 ARiSE
me together! Fast Now! a2 !!!!!
Wise Indians of the eastern
land, Menziz Khan, Nobunaga,
Gandhi, Electro-trons
Sampled site, of similar
spectrum, the visible kind.
Auditory hallucination kind.
Same sound kind.
"And lots of times, I will
say I'm happy here in this
time & space.
And Once, I'll feel like
bliss, satori mind, almost
seeked, sought, found.
I lay on back side, like
this, palms open wide, head
leaned back, naked under my
sheets, I could see things
there, in a fascinating way,
I met myself. And in one-
second, I felt free."
Wisdom coming at me with
aggressive teeth. Sheathed
swords, an army of 1000.
Little Pokuven, oh what
will you do?
"I will get inside that
little head of it's.
What ever it is, I don't
know, can wisdom have a face?"
Little Pokuven, you should
really do your stretches.
You, just be ready for it.
"I don't like this, no.
Not one bit. Why should I
be fighting that? It captivates
me, so empty, so universal,
making mind, see a flurry of
think,
thought, teached
taughts.
> The images of great kings
> I only wish I could meet.
> He was a dreamer and thought
> about things.
> He wrote them down.
> He played them out.
> Minds spoke in a literal
> translation, across place to
> place, speaking, ardently
> about the daily lives of human
> beings in a solo - context
> Subatomic particles, piled up
> Not pondering w h e r e they
> may squander their existence
"There is no need to wake up, a3
if all you want to do is dream." a3
So Just fall asleep. a3
Sightless in the graceful V4
mind, seeing blind, an V4
array of scenes. V4
|Gangly Beta Squid
|Da Seein' Truth
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Get rid of the tuning, surrounding
them trees. They don't need be in
need of it. Those trees make mean,
so many of messes.
Pisces
Grandfather
Aquarius. 1320(15)
that stuff, that bunk stuff.
is junk.
Just a grouping of coincidence,
a mess.
a junk pile.
Corn, copper, Cobalt, Commander,
Damn, its dark and
dank.
C c c cc cc cC c
ddD d dd d ddd d
A pile of junk, see there.
Bout' it.
Nuffin' else.
So get rid of that tuning,
surrounding, them, those
trees, over there. Take
a look. They can make a
certain mess without it.
With IT, they see something
alright
With It, they will see
clean
Meadows, Free from that -
Junk,
(15)
Make sure I am in the unknown
of knowns. Incline the world
to see my plight, dealing with
the sorts of rhythm and rhyme
egocentric attitude growing
tired, growing rare. It was a
beat out of bed, a beat behind
- - - -- back to some scale.
Drove past poison zone -
Sun drawing behind, put
me riding east to gray
just past the stomp,
driving past old territory
driving old high .drives.
I saw me, my very first hitcher
today. I didn't pick him,
they teach us to fear things like
that nowadays, anyways.
Sucked in some soul,
had my self a mindly-treat.
Thought of these lives
all lived up, sleeping
down, in their little old
tombs. That was a drive
by a cemetery, stopped to
count the graves, all the
which ways, how whens,
were all there, diggin'
down, to an old-age
steady, slow, leak,
drippin' themselves,
right into the earth,
"Oh, Such an un-timely
tale, it makes me queasy
why would you tell such
a sorry old thing?"
"You mis-interpret.
(16)
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King Cornelius,
You told me a story
in the tone twilight
zone. Except, on a
bright morning dawn,
with an old/new friend
fading away with me.
He shot stories of
fabulous things, that
he had seen & done.
Wow, impressive, sen
zen- sen sation al.
He reminded me, of
eastern things, in a
west coast kind of way. 1408(16)
Signed,
Ftr.hnds
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Turn Right into Many Screens
Let them peek, give them
sunshine to start their day.
And a fire to comfort their
side. Close to the middle
of AM, sun came up, opposite
for a change. Bright as well,
wet dew, beautiful plants,
fillin' up dem eyes. An over-
taken alive-alive place,
bumble-bees gettin' up there
things. But, him, he was
better friend, then friends
could be, living a similar
but separate life than me.
Going through, a soft-sun
morning, coming up in the
east-east sky. Saw life,
a whole new type, that
morning/night, with an
east/west kind of friend.
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s or ting thru some friend words.-
favorite: include, credit 2 u:----
Ftr.Gear-moe, best----------------
----------------easy come----------
>>the holy ace in your side
>>
>>nerve endings
>>nervous knees
>>crossfading deaf smiles
>>
>>luck
>> the fluid motion
>>of every girl putting her hair back
>> astronomy playing
>>stagehand, sunsetting your eureka
>> every orgasm
>> the timing of chaos
>> the chaos of time
>>
>>she’s there for you to notice
>>every time you find yourself nowhere
>>
>>hide
>>this
>>crucial
>>animal
>>
>>easy. come easy
>>go away
>>words
>>i refuse to write this simile
>>the moon is not a guillotine
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(17)
Gots crazy ambitions, disappeared in
my head for awhile, but that kids
got brains, lives in a whole big side
of things, big head, sleeping tied
all winded, wound, wind-up him up
to get him on the go. get breakfast
and go, get a twenty minute, power
nap, sleep for eight hours, and go.
Thought about people a lot today.
Excited for the most high.
Sleeping forests, brighten my sky.
Forget this, I'll just have some
soul.
Looking through, time of day,
Hubble scopes, gazing off into
day space. Thinking up, insane
thoughts, checking out the most 1496(17)
recent nebulae, out there, way
way way, out there, glowing up
all sorts of colors, out there,
in day space.
ppppppppp pp AAAAAA a
ppppppp pp AAAAA aa
ppppppp p AAAA aaa
ppppp pp AAA aaaa
pppp pppp AA aaaaa
pppp ppppp A aaaaaa
ppp pppppp
R rrrrrrrrrr T Tttttt
RR rrrrrrrrr tT Ttttt
RRR rrrrrrrr ttT Tttt
RRRR rrrrrrr tttT Ttt
RRRRR rrrrrr T T
RRRRRR rrrrr tttttT T
of me says, yes, lets blast
off, lets go to that far
away planet, orgasmic,
universal, bliss, achieving
climax in only a few short
hours, navigating around,
with the wildest kind of crew.
I'm Jealous, of travel
luxuries. Seeing the
potential of planetary
populations & rates
of tourism. Ruining,
over and over, without
any need or care.
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\\pretend to be a noble //
\\truth, awake all night//
\\studying everything in//
\\my own mind. //
\\______________________//
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Buddha,s on east
kick some sand
into these eyes.
keep me seeing
with stars in my ears
and dust in the brain
Sit & relax, sit & in(out)
side and & relaz.
relaz.
sincerely,
Ftr.Hnds
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(17)
A wild trip, keeping up
was most hard, for most
of the visit. I hit a
danger-no-go-zone.
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Dis is the 1st entry
Before time & time
was the mighty univ.
Carryin' on strong
winds into bizarre
lines
references to fabric
millions of people
don't understand
continuing to cont
inue - - striking
appearance, on coasted
high,s meditated me
medicade-ed me
finding that blistered old joke
for the consciousness
of us in a Galapagos 1584 (18)
type galaxy a4
far away into a4
day space, old a riddle a4
and some spts in my nexus a4
covering all the blind things in me,a4
covering up the a4
mishaps, disappearing in my eyes. a4
--- Too Hard in the head, to write
Quickness stirrin' mad
lightnin' stormin'
mad Quakers - irrelevant
in this land
Real Estate takin' me
up, puttin' me in
bad trades for so
long. I'm sick -
Channels runnin' pos.
i-tive all the
while. I ain't gettin'
no proteins. No more
pieces of me, and
Now I got this
rare disease, loneliness
I can't think of words to
convey, describe, obey
this.
No, I'm just playin' with
you all, I was stuck
on a tangent, about
living in the south.
What a strange idea?
So okay, I've finally a6
found you -. a6
(18)
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I guess we can just | |
start to flow - | |
make sense and go |d |
don't slow down for |over |
least of all anything |c top |
and let yourself |u to |
just wander - - - - |mount |
- - - - - - - - - - |e |
- - - - - - - - - |n |
- - - - - - - - |t angle |
- - - - - - - | |
----------------------- |Ecuador |
----------------------- |q why, |
|u |
I was in a desert |a \\\ |
arab town - wonderin' |t /// |
what all these |i \\\ |
people were thinkin' |o |
u|n derstn|d
Essence of flying | |
things, floating in |because |
my desert naked |o we |
ground, purely |o are |
botanical things |k |
all packed in my simp|l y |
oasis - - --- |e |
----------------------- |t out |
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|e of |
Strangled bottles, burnin'--co|n| |
on the way down |t| |
throat-ways, esophagus |r|ol-- |
tube absorbing those |y |
alcohol - things. | |
|c \\\ |
Sheddin' hairs for times |all/// |
in spring - losin' that |m \\\ |
winter coat. Desperate |e |
writing for a twenty-some- |l in |
thing yr. old. Feeling | the |
used up. I'm tired. |middle |
|a |
Jacket girl sIZE |n |
of blue style - | of |
I saw you clearin' |d |
you own path. |it |
|g |
Speaking on that |g \\\ |
rare occasion |i /// |
|n \\\ | 1672(19)
What is that growing | |
on my middle finger. |i \\\ |
|t /// |
You remind me most, | \\\ |
both of, home base. | rivers.|
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Camel-man ridin' through that desert you d
ig it for hours & hours, carrying water in
your good old hump.-----------------------
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teary night | Nighttime, oh whoa, is me.
cross-eyed | But I Feel strength and
green in the | such. All in my lazy
face | brain.
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3/22 Crack my neck few or two
3/23 tries through. Make me,
3/24 feel all good, make me
3/25 feel good about being me
So, so, saw, sew. SO.
Don't care about such
no more. So What!
I will do it all, a few
tries through.
All about them Mister-Men-
Frau-line-Girls.
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Miss Cats, being among all her
old. The shine of glimmer
and hope.
Cpt. Flack, catching heat
on all sorts of front-lines
He'll get diamond mines,
and soap.
Prof. Cuck(oo) telling them
true stories, a little
lonely. He'll soon paint
his walls with topaz &
tope.
(19)
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SPEAK CLEARLY TO THE FACE OF NIGHT|\ a6
AND GO TO BED SWEETLY WITH OUT A |\| a6
TRACE OF FRIGHT. BE ALL ALONG WITH|\| a6
THE MIGHTY univ. AND GO WITHOUT |\| a6
A CASE OR PLIGHT. BE ALL ALONG WIT|\| a6
__________________________________|\| a6
\THE MIGHTY univ. \| a6
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Weekend with mighty Kalidoscope
Shaking things up, top 2 down
making yr. nose stink green
paste and yr. ears ring, more
possible vsns. of Eno & Black 1760 (20)
dice.
"Toxic rifle cold rain
blow particles of, bubbles
in my plane, out my eyes
into the depths of space.
Keep me feeling real alive."
Dear, L-Bug,
You saved me in more
ways than you will ever
know. Peace and Love
always in the highest
form.
The Raga of wind chimes
reminds me of white.
The Raga of substance
reminds me of her.
A pretty face, in the
long ago caste. Higher
on the scale, spiritual
captivating, surreal,
tales of rain and snow
guiding her down from the
mountain top, bringing
on the new age.
What a mighty Buddha.
The great raga of
the west, called,
"visiting friends"
reminding me of him
& her, for those of
them in future hands.
Things will never be the
same.
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Scholar-poet-home-grown
genius, think of us,
always in that way.
For those of you in
futures hands, dead or
dying, always in that way.
The end all be all, result.
twisting a hole in my most
inner plane
Always,
Ftr.Hnds
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sit & relax relax, sit &&(relaz)
be tired. Be asleep.
Be one with the mighty univ.
We are all fragrant substitutes,
unending in the world
expansive is the mighty univ.
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(20)
TH ankh You, this&that.
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FTR.Hnds is me&you, Andrew.
me&you, Andrew is FTR.Hnds.
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