WORLD PISS: The spore or the woids

By Fly Agaric 23

River Amrita Zeus
Apples Turntable Disc Bridge
Spanish Fly Manure Aries Silver Cap
Sun Parasol Brush Birch Dolphin Stylus
Thoth Cymbals Swimming
Flie
Theirium Moon Toad Macintosh Apollo
Gold Microphone

"The Tao is in the dung" - Chuang Chou.

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Untitled 2.0: Recursive clock's calculate reversed Psychology. In-versed History. Back to front. Anti clock wise. Euroboros. Tail in mouth. Words in sink. Assembling blink. Floating meaning. Back 2 back Unwinding snake. Repeating Rewinding tape. Inclining slope. Retraced steps. Repeating. Deja-vu!. D.N.A!. Cyclic:AcrilliccillircA:cilcyC. D.N.A. Deja-vu!. steps Retraced. slope Inclining. tape Rewinding. Repeating. snake Unwinding. back 2 Back. meaning Floating. blink Assembling. Sink in Words. mouth in Tale. Euroboros. wise clock Anti. front to Back. history In-versed. Psychology reversed calculate clockÕs Recursive. Untitled 2.0. Arousing under Howth. One footshade spring exit. Expanded early morn' dawn. Elda berry boom-dub-rumble sunz. Flashing red. Tuned in. Blackout currants. Holy berries for golden apple Cider flowing. sunshine and ice. Baked when editing. Slices of apple Cyder Soaking yellow Oil of nine unknown men. Pinks. Cry me a pudding. Rice bowls shelved with vegetaboil mind. Oven burning hot @ 451 degrees Fahrenheit. Bhang! Shooting star fragments. Thunder-enlighening shifting red purple flash. Seeds of involution and birch scrolls. Waiting patiently for readers to mix the unmixed spectacle with their Imagination. Dream Characters sentenced to lyf in a biometric.
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Atlanta prison. Orange inmates, Orange folder. Columbus had a RFID Passport? i ask you. Thanksgiving in an airport. I'm charging my Cell raps. Nov 23. 2006. Dear Dear Humanity. It's Christmess! as people all over the world get into the merry-making mood and celebrate the spirit of the holy birth of biometrics, reach out to all your loved ones with your collection of precise biometric data, reach out all Around The World. Wish them a very Merry biometric Christmas. And a happy Synchronous multi-modality of a new year. Privacy-Invasive or neutral invasive? That seems the biometric question? I don't trust the governments either. Moisture Conducts museyroom orchestra. Yoga sparks razzle-dazzle flash forking hell. More brilliant than the sun! Representation Reprintization. Glisten, blaze through the nightmaze. Apple swinging. I'm not dyslexic with a raging fire in the right side of my head i swear. This is NOT spam. My nose has read though. Alphabet cultures can lead to insanity with science. See Clarity of lightning Eye through the fog. What con. what dog? Noon illuminates middle daughter of the southern Fire, Mid summer fire and a fully concious noon. Saturnalia. Flip side. A Love supreme! Fragmented and skitz'O'phrenic OHM The moon pyjamas and your boobs. Seas scroll in waves across the bedroom wallpaper view copper scrolls unravel travel from lefturn hemisphere, milky nights together, you on top. Me below. Amanita tsogyouth rewound from beyond winetime, back to the Soul vine Zap Tea:phi. Lady Dee, [2192] days to go till element zero? or Friday, December 21, 2018. A bend of tymespice? All perception is gamble. Suck coke. In tune with Saturn. Titan. Turning Late sun the stream and the hills;. The beauty of noveltea steaming mist and tree. Mycelium running. Enzymes and acids that mycelium-space produces. Decompose debris Supper breakers, deconstructing hydrocarbons, tech clouds, spore fairies, to renew hyper toxic shit heaps. My mold eyes grow dim and moist with Tears. Capitalizm and a concrete virus of steel, encroaching like an army of materialist sleeping clones, flesh and bones and will to alcohol and terrestrial television. Scrambled spells apprehendead enligheningpaint Cymboltaneous Spelling t r o u b l e for imajigsawz Shd/ they be made of monatomic gold or plastic, a tuff fungus? Musikarinus? a Funguy without D'tale or D'tribe? Free with Saturnalia vibe. X-Women at mass. Eye yam vine trunk, stoned Stunk and disorderly method. Covered from foot to mouth with spy-me mist. Eyem' vine trunk pissed and Yonkers. Civilization biome-tricked into an every-ware X-Factor lottery. Wake up. It's YOU. You may say we're under extraterrestrial attack, i don't care, to be fair, just get the rivers back and the organic environment restored to it's beauty. The months and years, how they've piled up! I toss and turn Unable to sleep this diced evening. Stylus. Chisel. Brush. Quillcrayonpenzence and pencil-soul Float through purple durber viaduct 9/9/99/09:9PM Two buses crisscross: two nines. 2660 days later a flame letter. A Flaming hot redhead. No target in mind. Where do your thoughts go when you think of them? I dream of dates now. Fruits and the Nuts in a large bowl. Adjusted neurological lens, Sifting. Who's calendar damn it. Add to fruit mixture. Observe freestyle thought for sport. Mix Mold-school Bread and agricider, brown stones, blue eggs, beets. Your hands or a wooden spoon will work best to combine the batter, urinka! You have directed panspermaya. Watch for the ramble-coat arms. Bulbous membrainus Apple. A Cunt. A Cunt. Sunlight fleece, tick Toxic-orange juices Strained, flowing piss-golden Luciditea dyedmoons. Paint your bee leaf. Heavy hopper sunset roll, Criss and Buffatonine. Mountain shadow cast crown upon lake placid. When king finished? Stubborn dawn stillness sitting still inside northeast hand of Youngest sun; Calm, calyx, waiting, tranquil, Mountain immobile. Ambient doG New-speak seems designed not to extend but to Diminish the range of thought. what we see never resides in what we say. Aiy ay. Oi! Wuff woof Acadilliquor. Return/Enter. Galaxies of stars have their problems too. Pouring bitter tears, Invisible palms swim over mountain mist. Plot gets thick brown treacle. Born of water palms sweating, read by moonlight and then sunlight. 'Put the kettle on our kid. Casting tie-dyed flies; fisher-folk cast bait into the lake below me, the ocean, the river drowning street. Lo saturnalia. Drunk now, and again. Tom-tom mechanix. Fliegenschwamm gerr. Mukhomor flowing' moments. Drunken bards piss soma - the spore or the woids. Tue-mouche Amanite. Born from nothing into La picene. Dark mother Earth: early autumn, Nourishing dark belly of night. Receptive southwestern mother, Weak yielding. For mothers and tongue sung. Free writs for all twits. Difficult to get the news from poems. No Conspiracy. No New World Order. No One world religion. Hell! It's Christmas. Jesus-land economy seems symbiotic with the dollars role as reserve Currency. Crooked oily-veined blood-hungry corps. feast upon Dharmadollar ghosts. Holla, The great Eastern sun saves and radiates. Who issues it and how? sez Ez. How and who? All perception as gam-bowl. And under the almond-trees, gods, lo! lands of Cyberia, Siberia and Peteurasia. Persian Haoma + 5 indole Eztheotextz +Chinese + pranayama, may = "stoned" perception. 730 days since Untitled 1.0. 17,520 hours. 1,051,200 minutes. 63,072,000 seconds. Still mixing.

Koncrete mixture. 730.5 teaspoons of Zero. 2.3 Pound$ of fresh Acrylic. Hahahaa. LOL. 10 cups of dark brown sugar sweetness. Ur umm. Large blue eggs, beaten with rhythmajig. A potion. For the punch at the party. 3 cups of midnight-currants. Ohm punch. Blackout. III: Spoon batter into prepared molds again. I've my own fresh stash from up Wychbury Hill this solstice. Place molds in large roasting pans, fill with scolding water halfway up molds. Cover molds and pan with aluminum foil and steam in oven for 5 to 6 hours, adding boiling water as necessary to keep the water level up up up. Mid morning thighs gradually unwrap themselves from Early summer. Music-marine elbowtonic acidjizz artagonist. Seasons as personified in family members plus relatives within relativity playing. Old and young. All of Jungle-heart. Loud dubbleDub-plate vinyl slang, stage lights, 12 galaxies. Recipe-map + puzzle + song carved into the runoff smithkorzybski matri [X]. Christereoscopic Recipe for drunkenness. get high and happy. Turn on. Go walk. Switch on. Go outside. I'm in here Splicing and dicing insects + human genomes to make fungus gnomes. To devour Mkultra with Finnegans Wake. I ask myself: human? fly? even today. Jung says the unconscious is the unconscious. So Am I just a brundle of tropes? a drifting pint? An area of divine ambiguity? Breakfast spun on a gold threaded platter for. Saturnalia with a bit of luck, Kung Fu tea and blueberry muffins. You must always aim to have a good breakfast dear reader. Huygens probe separates Cassini Orbiter and begins her 21 day trip to Titan. Stop that train, I wanna get on those established grooves.

Taken from WORLD PISS: The spore or the woids by Fly Agaric 23.

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