basel 13

 

 

 

 

the serpent is the Form

you are the monkey

the myth persists

your reality

for 80 revolutions

a cord with a head

attached

to the back of your mind

like earth to a plant

unknowing unloving

mechanical to a T

why the eyes

signal the back

the skin patch

at dark

do we return

outside the trip

ourselves real

dreaming of puppets

noone to call

a kid with imagination

liquid mind telling the story

or

you do not inhabit

the body in sleep

the body chooses

your exit

switching inside

why surprise

when things missing

reappear

two

life personality

spreading infinite

laughing painting

praise without ego

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

still 

 

 

 

the lure of fixating abstractions

is freedom from the body

requiring for service of

the metaposition

the apparent need for

elimination of alternatives

and a fixation with objects

upon possession

and yes the ego is an insect

and I am a good reptile

but the unity within me

has to overcome all assumptions

conditions and beliefs

underlying every assumption

is that we are awake

that waking is the alternative

rather than a limitation

of the interface of matter & symbol

and unity only

has to be beheld

to be expressed

that is the tough one

and then what to do

I am the Word

does not imply meaning

the Truth

the Way

these are the values

of the peoples

the constants

of the Universes

as are you

and I

now

fences by capital

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the new currency

is ingenuous

even if possible

through the filter

the jinn

nothings free

even illusory community

but the future

full access

you had in the past

have

now

the fed and q e

may be just the lever

to keep down unrest

at any cost

even of money

but the new currency

will be digital anyway

or is

passed

we lay like lions

lazing with friends

under trees on rugs

with women

but at night

we are chaired

 

should mind exist

us and others

are the only agreed

media to matter when

in fact its connected everywhere

a predicament

and if they take dna

from the ugliest part of you

they can remake you

to the nail

all this recording of us

foldered in heavy metal

will be the only option

or termination

and we will rush for it

its delights

its fakiry

a matrix of numbers

alternating zero

in eternal purgation

with a plug

thereby gaining some escape

a paladin Mynster

stopped and bent his mare

a crowd from the street gathered

a piper, a maid

he wrote,

a war between a religion of the rich

versus a code of the strong

I am the fruit man

its of the season

and always ripe

but it cuts to your belly

among of which

pupal suaves

the pizdrool has been pulled up

bred and battered

for a dillon a dollar

because if we don't have the demand

we don't need the servants

as the moment arrives

its a wild's kitten, my dear

jj

a book of nights

the galaxy is within

same as the galaxy without

and your bridge is just a room

and your chair

is rented, licensed

and belted

I labeled it earth

I don't think I was smarterer than

or more knowledgeable

I am more knowledgeable about my own self

which is perhaps the only reliable possibility

of probabilities I've got

typin to the notes of a raga

with forty instruments of percussion

jackoac might have felt that comparison

between the trumpet and the typewriter

the keypad and the flesh

Fkesh

it is the next frontier

biology is absolute

culture is your relative

and a prison

with jeweled windows

step out

there is no odour

step out of what you can

every day

it will exponentiate

do it comfortable

until comfort no longer matters

step out

live

and now so do I

dancer

its a white world

course ridley
made them white