Revelation. Two letters away from a revolution.
round and round we go
where we stop who know?
lay lee lie low loo lumph.
enough nonsense man
on the one?
which one? the only one?
"there is only one God
He is the Sun God.
RA. RA. RA!"
or is it
"There is only One God
He is the Fun God
HA HA HA!"
ADD = F(F)F or possibly f to the nth
fluid (fluctuating) focus
it's not a disorder, dodo-head, its evolutuin/multitasking - back in a sec- as i was saying... the disorder, hoever can be found in the cognitive dissonance of the cacophonous chords composing the mantra of authority's plunger-muted trumpet-teacher droning wah wah wah wah wah wah wah echoing, fading, in, out, and in agin, in incessant, annoying iteration until at last the free mind either explodes or succumbs to head-bobbing, slack-jawed, drooling institutional submission.
science bless our public schools for all godz amerrrrkin chillunz gits a free ejukayshun.
can't discuss the state OF our public schools without discussing the State AND our public schools but that's a toasted posting for another time and space.
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and that, my dear sisbrahthren, is the metaphor of todays attention and mutation.
I speak in metaphor and engage in levity/hil-air-ity/ligh-ness of BEING because metaphor alone can begin to describe that part of last night's dream that lies beyond the reach of today's waking consciousness. Besides... fun beats fear in a two-handed rockpaperscissorsredux every time.
and/or and/or and/and
there is only one fnord
he is the unfnord
BLAH. BLAH BLAH.
Nonsense I tell you.
nothing is permanent.
all is mobile.
all is disposable/recyclable.
fairy tales, myth, metaphor, language, culture, understanding are ALL included.
Let me take you
cuz i'm going to
NOTHING IS REAL
a fresh wind
from a new direction
against the empire
i'm a kite
without a string
temporarily defying gravity
carving spirals cross the sky
sure to be
Death by Tree.
or bad poetry.
mort to cum?
space is nothing.
gravity is everything.
all of us
here we are
all of us
nothing between us
but the imaginary void of space
and the unadulterated, undiluted, full-strength dose of gravity's inescapable attraction.
The universe is a conspiracy; a web of infinite complexity and intricate connectivity. We're all in on it.
There's no escape.
the history of man is history.
our mark upon the world is our story, and vice versa.
The story of man is the story of the story.
symbols and language, evoked to encode, preserve and transmit ideas, thereby giving them mobility and durability through time and space.
crude symbols evolve and combine to create ever more complex maps and models to reference and pass along.
The evolution of the maps and models and the truth that they carry manifest themselves in our technological artifacts.
Information technology>real-time. global interconnectivity/communicability
The intrawebbz is but an unfinished map.
A crude architectural prototype of a larger landscape.
Gaian consciousness is the territory.
The fresh wind disperses the clouds of illusion, and with them are swept away the artificial boundaries of our mental constructs.
Awaken to the Dream.
Join the Party.
Dance til you drop and let gravity take care of the rest.
May Peas Bewitch You, my sisbrahthren.