The Semi-Radicals

The semi-radicals want something to hit them in the face
The semi-radicals take solace in the volition of secum rejection
Nothing to them is the essence of the real thing
How do I go about snapping myself out of the observation of everything and get involved?

My one way is to record my obsefvations and offer them up for consideration
What is central?
Egypt? Gaul? Nepoleon? Streets without Sphinx?
Thumb your nose at fate.

I dare you.


Serendiculous – ambivalent portmanteau word meaning something that involves serendipity in the gut and a ridiculousness in the head.

'twas once upon a time, on winter night, I came home with a strange but abandoned pict from a dumpster drunken did I taketh. to my bed and passed out I awoke two star signs later to find the lady at my side, in the flesh, and of angelic flesh only. she took my headache into her hands and altered it's shape. she kissed hypnotic, like Mesmer in on a leaning tower landmine. she bartered my pains for pleasure. she showed me the gates of her garden, a gate beyond the double door. she melted both my poles, which drained my ocean.

with her perichance prince of rescue, skin and bones she was, but still the painting, dicarded so sadly alone before, but now, further destruction, rain, and sun, from temporal disconnect,

nevermore, not to be.

beyond my old upright symbol of infinity door, found, was a sun of red shadow like the buffet light on a piece of dead cow hip. sweet was this light, sweet like home, endless night. left my body behind, joined her in the painting of ad infinitum nauseum. the circle of all life as a snake in a deosil circle chasing tail. Ostara past, Ostara future. together even as adam, every man and woman as eve, one.

Caution: in the studios of eternal now, paint dries in the strangest of ways.

Take everything into consideration,
Including everything that everyone tells you.
“paisley and flannel go together.”

But believe nothing that you don’t believe,
Inside.
Inside = “they do not go together”

Know the inside and you will know what is introduced for what it is,
but do not disrespect the good confusion of others.
Tell not the paisley flannel that they do not match,
and remind yourself how everything matches

Knowledge can be accumulated like the need to collect gold,
But wisdom is accumulated like the need to not need gold.

Those wrapped in the action of one act or the other feel not the need to need the other,
But still do
And this is natural,
Everything is natural, one and two
It has to be,
Or nature is not nature,
It is something else.

What else is there but nature?
How can anything be unnatural?
War is natural, don’t fight it.

You can fight city hall,
But you can’t fight a war.

You can fight in a war,
But you can’t fight war,
The tree-huggers went away because they lost,
They were natural to last for a time, but they were stoned,
And up the wrong tree, like Eve.

Drugs are for children,
Drugs are not for children.

REFLECTION:
Why does this stuff come to me?
Wisdom = no one’s possession because it is everyone’s possession.
Except for those who happen to have more or less, we all have five toes per foot
So too, wisdom.

Thus the word Thus

Thalamus theodore adores the thimble thought throne of thelonious themes
Though I am too quite the apathetic
Theloneous come home
Thorough is this thought
This thought
The one of grandeur
The one of walk
Thatcher and her mushrooms from mosescandenavia
Thematic Tina had always the way for me, Yogic keys and the charge card of your dreams
Then, out of nowhere
The blue sky shattered into the scattered home base of nonsense and Jesus loves me like the devout monk
This wish only: to wish for a love for Jesus, and disservice to myself by not?
Thorns of leather and brimstone amen?
This is the question
This is the task at hand
Tony is not a super hero named Jesus
Then how do I get home?

I am lost beyond pera-meter
I gander gaze long at idle wait diesel go-bus or interstate
Like child at the hear of christmas in mid july which then was light-years from godecember
Got not a lot of hope for myself now
Debt to my ears and over
Is it all over?
Proper burnt at the american stake burial?
Not in this life-time I tell you
Not on my shift

Nut case frothy smile mother go home home home
Shake off the beautiful sunset and remember the rain for years got good gunk funk hear fear star gaze and radio; Red light infra-program murder crack whore routine habit whole hole home gone home

Kim I’m sorry but you seemed to loved me and I didn’t even care about myself
but I didn’t know what else to do back then

I just want to say sorry to everyone.
That’s all any of it ever is sad drunk apologies from the chief through sad Kim with that sweet scandanavian smile and then andie whom of which I never bother to contact but do, as in this morning did remember to contact in waker dreams done and gone but done more so then was I

Thus sayeth the lord, never did I readeth ever the words of your Shakespeare, nor till never now do I ever wish to even do so now or forever; clever treasure the same asundery blunder agony of you foolish star-field squanders
home land security nightmare love mon momma nothing who is the one but everyone amen

Amen amen amen
I hate the word amen
Without absolution is the word amen
Without absolution is everything, amen?

b

P.Z. - I think this will be the last blogged compilation of fragments from a found folder "other prose" in my computer of old stuff, '00 - '04.