Mysticeti and The Fall of Jerusalem-Voat-Jerusalem Ms. First Drafts
HISTORY OF THE SEVENTH Mysticeti 2094 Baleen
In the history of Plink and Plank, the world of Plunk, the global individual sees, descending the organs, scattered about its limbs like cities, a scale no one can see, limbs maybe, but that means tentacles, and Earth maybe, but that means colonists between the deep call of earth and out of orbit, a planet and a man, solid miracles in the huge ocean that surrounds. where they conjure architectures of cities like fish swimming about..
One of their myths is that the world is a fish but it has been dead forty four hours and begun to decompose. We presume this refers to its metaphysical presence, the old Leviathan eaten by saints at the last trump. There the society of our global bathes inside the rotting stomach for its healing properties. Warmth and fumes exit the carcass through a small hole put through one side of the remains. While sufficiently large to admit our patient, at least the lower part do not breathe the escape. Feet to the waist sunk in the intestines leave the head of course free. Aside from these aperture started years before, right after Eden don’t you know, inventions of tellers on both sides of the sea, jokingly called it Susan. Susan in her canoe who thinks she is alone in the world and that somewhere there is a missing piece that collapses time and space into one figure, a fish story where the interior carcass tilts with windmills, sagas and it gets her high while still retaining a little warmth like some Anton Schmid executed for helping men, women, and children escape, whose resistance we shall view sympathetically, if we substitute what we see for what we can’t and conscript the soul.
Then Susan in her canoe, fattened upon the largess of meats that would herself consume. Raw and cooked, to borrow from Mr. Steinholz., brings us to the whatle where she bathes. The wattle is the world celebrated so we can get right to the case of Susan in her stewing in these juices in the whale of the world. And if you think of Jonah as you must, who spent three days in the belly and emerged not just himself but with a whole train of freed captives, so the Son of Man was three days and three nights in the belly of the earth” (Matthew 12.40).
I’m sorry we have to say things are that extreme. Nobody gets comfort from a lamenter pouring out his liver, his tears in a river. Why does he have to ask if women eat their children and young and old lie in the streets where these free roving eyes surveill the whale of the world.
AS whalemen sometimes say, the patient cannot stand this horrible bath for more than an hour, and when lifted out fainting has to undergo a second, third, or even fourth course the following day. Closed up as closely as possible, the patient would not be able to breathe through the volume of ammoniacal gases which would escape from every opening left uncovered. It is these gases of overpowering odor, that bring the cure where baleen whales (Mysticeti) reflected through the aqueum, straddle the flank of the river with cakes of pitch, fat, and hair boiled together to be put into the mouth of leviathan
As for the solid ground, the rock collects are mere time constraints, but should there be time no longer, a convenience for those who talk no time, it does not deny the work to say nothing that flowed so far inland it found itself flat land, if then, then now, the. Lobate scarps are cooling. Blanketed ejecta of miners, dwarves, nibelungs bulge at the center like a drunk Mercator. Pat a cake pitty hands of crater rims. Fracture crude polygonal struts. Ring the bells and bury scarabs, joust with road kill, chollas, spines and pads. Then the ball will come.
along the canals houses hold conversations with houses about the plight of the colony which believes in water but that from the water comes soul
certainly not thank you for saying it is good because its mind was bent on that alone. What's your problem anyway? preceding itself made, made in the making, found after breaking, shuttle and spindle, a Scot
That is the hierophantic landscape where young alligators churn out columns and editorials pass government censors
Brachiosaurus behemoth תנין (tannin, pronounced tan-neen), which seems to cover a broad range of reptilian creatures.The first time tannin appears in Scripture, it is in its plural form (tanninim) and refers to great sea creatures (Genesis 1:21 Yet some later uses of tannin clearly refer to some sort of land animal, as we will demonstrate. So while this principle may be useful in some cases, the word tannin, like most other words, can change meaning depending on the context. Tannin was powerful—so powerful that one, figuratively speaking, needed a “guard” to keep it under control (Job 7:12). And according to Isaiah, it was difficult to kill. In both Isaiah 27:1 and 51:9, it is the Lord who slays the tannin. The Leviathan is described as an incredibly strong creature in Job 41, and it is called a tannin in Isaiah 27:1, so some tanninim were very powerful. In Deuteronomy 32:33, Moses utilized synonymous parallelism to equate a tannin with a cobra. When Aaron cast his rod before Pharaoh and his servants, it became a tannin (Exodus 7:9), often understood to be some type of snake, as will be shown below. So these beasts can be quite powerful (and presumably large), and they can also be serpentine (and presumably smaller).Psalm 91:13 states, “You shall tread upon the lion and the cobra (pethen), the young lion and the serpent (tannin) you shall trample underfoot.” Isaiah 11:8
Dagon in I Samuel 5:4 refers to an idol of a fish-person. The Hebrew word dag means fish, and -on is a suffix in Hebrew that can mean “like.” The text reports that Dagon’s “head” and “two hands were cut off,” with “only the dagon” left. Perhaps the point was, “of that fish-person … only the fish-part was left
Mischwesen from Sumer, and Lewis Carroll
A Kind of Sleep Discovering the Body
In the history of Plink and Plank, the world of Plunk, the global individual sees, descending the organs, scattered about its limbs like cities, a scale no one can see, limbs maybe, but that means tentacles, and Earth maybe, but that means colonists between the deep call of earth and out of orbit, a planet and a man, solid miracles in the huge ocean that surrounds. where they conjure architectures of cities like fish swimming about..
One of their myths is that the world is a fish but it has been dead forty four hours and begun to decompose. We presume this refers to its metaphysical presence, the old Leviathan eaten by saints at the last trump. There the society of our global bathes inside the rotting stomach for its healing properties. Warmth and fumes exit the carcass through a small hole put through one side of the remains. While sufficiently large to admit our patient, at least the lower part do not breathe the escape. Feet to the waist sunk in the intestines leave the head of course free. Aside from these aperture started years before, right after Eden don’t you know, inventions of tellers on both sides of the sea, jokingly called it Susan. Susan in her canoe who thinks she is alone in the world and that somewhere there is a missing piece that collapses time and space into one figure, a fish story where the interior carcass tilts with windmills, sagas and it gets her high while still retaining a little warmth like some Anton Schmid executed for helping men, women, and children escape, whose resistance we shall view sympathetically, if we substitute what we see for what we can’t and conscript the soul.
Then Susan in her canoe, fattened upon the largess of meats that would herself consume. Raw and cooked, to borrow from Mr. Steinholz., brings us to the whatle where she bathes. The wattle is the world celebrated so we can get right to the case of Susan in her stewing in these juices in the whale of the world. And if you think of Jonah as you must, who spent three days in the belly and emerged not just himself but with a whole train of freed captives, so the Son of Man was three days and three nights in the belly of the earth” (Matthew 12.40).
I’m sorry we have to say things are that extreme. Nobody gets comfort from a lamenter pouring out his liver, his tears in a river. Why does he have to ask if women eat their children and young and old lie in the streets where these free roving eyes surveill the whale of the world.
AS whalemen sometimes say, the patient cannot stand this horrible bath for more than an hour, and when lifted out fainting has to undergo a second, third, or even fourth course the following day. Closed up as closely as possible, the patient would not be able to breathe through the volume of ammoniacal gases which would escape from every opening left uncovered. It is these gases of overpowering odor, that bring the cure where baleen whales (Mysticeti) reflected through the aqueum, straddle the flank of the river with cakes of pitch, fat, and hair boiled together to be put into the mouth of leviathan
As for the solid ground, the rock collects are mere time constraints, but should there be time no longer, a convenience for those who talk no time, it does not deny the work to say nothing that flowed so far inland it found itself flat land, if then, then now, the. Lobate scarps are cooling. Blanketed ejecta of miners, dwarves, nibelungs bulge at the center like a drunk Mercator. Pat a cake pitty hands of crater rims. Fracture crude polygonal struts. Ring the bells and bury scarabs, joust with road kill, chollas, spines and pads. Then the ball will come.
along the canals houses hold conversations with houses about the plight of the colony which believes in water but that from the water comes soul
certainly not thank you for saying it is good because its mind was bent on that alone. What's your problem anyway? preceding itself made, made in the making, found after breaking, shuttle and spindle, a Scot
That is the hierophantic landscape where young alligators churn out columns and editorials pass government censors
Brachiosaurus behemoth תנין (tannin, pronounced tan-neen), which seems to cover a broad range of reptilian creatures.The first time tannin appears in Scripture, it is in its plural form (tanninim) and refers to great sea creatures (Genesis 1:21 Yet some later uses of tannin clearly refer to some sort of land animal, as we will demonstrate. So while this principle may be useful in some cases, the word tannin, like most other words, can change meaning depending on the context. Tannin was powerful—so powerful that one, figuratively speaking, needed a “guard” to keep it under control (Job 7:12). And according to Isaiah, it was difficult to kill. In both Isaiah 27:1 and 51:9, it is the Lord who slays the tannin. The Leviathan is described as an incredibly strong creature in Job 41, and it is called a tannin in Isaiah 27:1, so some tanninim were very powerful. In Deuteronomy 32:33, Moses utilized synonymous parallelism to equate a tannin with a cobra. When Aaron cast his rod before Pharaoh and his servants, it became a tannin (Exodus 7:9), often understood to be some type of snake, as will be shown below. So these beasts can be quite powerful (and presumably large), and they can also be serpentine (and presumably smaller).Psalm 91:13 states, “You shall tread upon the lion and the cobra (pethen), the young lion and the serpent (tannin) you shall trample underfoot.” Isaiah 11:8
Dagon in I Samuel 5:4 refers to an idol of a fish-person. The Hebrew word dag means fish, and -on is a suffix in Hebrew that can mean “like.” The text reports that Dagon’s “head” and “two hands were cut off,” with “only the dagon” left. Perhaps the point was, “of that fish-person … only the fish-part was left
Mischwesen from Sumer, and Lewis Carroll
A Kind of Sleep Discovering the Body
Endless checks and body plants, pills for old age in
the day. The valley of passing-through was closed. No passport would do. This produced a
backlog of bodies. Ants struggled too the nexus. Passengers held the door by their nose. Beasts, fish and fowl. contend all along what ever is begotten born and dies. Businessmen became
mosquitoes. Grief counselors are available with burgers and toys. The Gogite colonists
took faerie pills and marched to Gaul. Visions
of awareness held captive three nights in a thriller of the lower
worlds. Uprootings of coal and steel, Gogol threw bottles at the tombs. They
pick up bon mots in French where workshop writers try to find the *todaeldeStone, to withstand
the demise of the whole skein-tangled precognate five sentences tangled in one, images
misplaced by cranes to pull out the parts from their tangle and reseat them in passengers by the lake. If the
whole city rebuilt never existed how did this mess end up on the ground?
and that remained, except the destroyed
city was a "Gyf donne strengra ofer hine cymþ and hine
ofer-winþ, ealle his wæpnu, de he on-truwode, he him afyrþ, and todælþ his
here-reaf"" at the fall of Chaos
must come out of order where they bury the army of Grand Seignior
General Antiochus, such as remains after the fowls. Himself a
sepulcher, to perpetuate the memory from the future where Calmet takes
the army to have been defeated, "locum ibi sepulchrum"
and Starckius claims, "locum ubi sit sepulchrum," and Cocceius says the word was "Vale." So along with R. Sol. Urbin. Ohel Moed, fol. 66. 2.((f) saying "et erit illa obturans transeuntes" we enjoy the Edda in Lindisfarne, Wycliffe translation. Whether
Scandinavian or English it all implies states where sea captains with gold
cargoes sold frankincense for souls for multinational crops. Otherwise the
blondes of City/Woman nations, Gilgamesh stark with Ishtar "foul," bond traders, globe internationals sink intercourse with mountaintops
and rivers, succubi- Christabel holds their hands while Lamia proves there were female nephilim! These are
the ghosts. The Adagio is uncapped. A pirate samurai with credit cards. Mark the exits back to the
door. Alejandro-Nabucodonosor.
ColonyYou will be wanting an explanation of these events in words but how can that be? The ass was a lion, the ass was a bear, the ass was anything but itself among the horde of wolves. Crows have a murder, wolves have a horde. Fire pigs stripped like tigers burned like RPGs out of their mouths. This feedlot breath was so sulphurous it set the roofs on fire. Then foam from their nostrils dowsed the flames. The ass revolt compared with the bear feet on cows and dragon tails. Then you hear about the dogs, the one eyed three legged Cadmus, or Actaeon, or Geryon, the Cephalus dog biting the foxes who broke into banks and raided S&L safes. Myth? Chicken fried customer accounts. Myth? I say nothing of cats that infest house and barn, or the well-to-do wonder cock, the incandescent blue gold sheep scaled with sun in the yard when it took wing. These eclogues were burning Virgil. I had planned to tell these crimes with thunderstorms. Every apocalypse is accompanied by such thoughts. Go quietly. Better to hear and know and not understand. The upstart can't hear the noise of its own approach. Hero though you may be or somebody maintains, this had been the best world, sea and land. It sums up to fish in tanks. Among the race at war in the abyss government theologues prophesy denuded planets, supernatural intercourse, corruptions. Adobe walls and housetop worlds of badger, tortoise, yarrow, moons and airy creatures of earth were traded to the Giants.
In Those Veins Survive
ColonyYou will be wanting an explanation of these events in words but how can that be? The ass was a lion, the ass was a bear, the ass was anything but itself among the horde of wolves. Crows have a murder, wolves have a horde. Fire pigs stripped like tigers burned like RPGs out of their mouths. This feedlot breath was so sulphurous it set the roofs on fire. Then foam from their nostrils dowsed the flames. The ass revolt compared with the bear feet on cows and dragon tails. Then you hear about the dogs, the one eyed three legged Cadmus, or Actaeon, or Geryon, the Cephalus dog biting the foxes who broke into banks and raided S&L safes. Myth? Chicken fried customer accounts. Myth? I say nothing of cats that infest house and barn, or the well-to-do wonder cock, the incandescent blue gold sheep scaled with sun in the yard when it took wing. These eclogues were burning Virgil. I had planned to tell these crimes with thunderstorms. Every apocalypse is accompanied by such thoughts. Go quietly. Better to hear and know and not understand. The upstart can't hear the noise of its own approach. Hero though you may be or somebody maintains, this had been the best world, sea and land. It sums up to fish in tanks. Among the race at war in the abyss government theologues prophesy denuded planets, supernatural intercourse, corruptions. Adobe walls and housetop worlds of badger, tortoise, yarrow, moons and airy creatures of earth were traded to the Giants.
In Those Veins Survive
Just because this goes on does not mean we know it. You
are going to kick and scream to hear these triplings are broadcast waves ruled
with collective control from 1927. World population tripppled to 8
billion. Buildings exteriorized exactly at the moment this paragraph was
written. Civilization, further discension, genetic tinkerers in the Colonies,
Pleiadian or not, engineered a protohuman state, Ur fell by nature and
exteriorized in a man on a life raft who sent verse into the sea. Don't pretend
the middle is between these two. The middle is where the collective mind
battles great against small, all against one who questions the mouse human.
The outward chamber of the mouth is the soul inside the throat. Of course flesh is not stone to work with steam shovels and picks. Each day souls carry down a bucket to the sea and bring another back up, mold castles and shape moons. Each day bucket shaping imagines in a hundred years to fill caves and nasal chambers where all vowels speak through the present, remolding images, words themselves. Messiah the last and first philosopher to deduce by the breath of his Mouth whole worlds made solid, latent, excavated from quarries strata showing marble, dirt, stones, and underneath echoes of voices. So what was solid became hollow, not over at the finish. Prove this to the last. Fathers and mothers strip mined like watersheds or colleges closed for experimental drugs, freeways uprooted, coal, steel by those surrendered. Unmoved mountains carry to the sea, with stars, an underground fairly called a kind of sleep
I. Pray Mister Rat, come go with me. Refjugges from the sea, straggled up the beach. It's the colony or naught, so you have yer choice. One thing to admire in the midst of flailing up, Jonah who called the neighbors in, but I think he is Johan with a second breath, or two halves together with the resurrect, three boys dancing among the axhead floats and angels that breathe in the face of Sennacherib. Baby shall have a rattle when Daddy comes home.
I am waiting on the Unapproachable Light. Bridled to say these things, unlaud the detail of dust, each idol crushed. All you need to be a prophet friend, ridden through the mire, all you need to be that is the truth legs stand on an acre of land.
I had a little bonny nagg to buy the British Nova Express for the red cover, the train rumbling and the phrase in Spanish on the cover. Ecritoires, the Spanish express of the French boxcar shattering.
II. So companied with a rat and a mouse
III.
Now listed as Missing, literally,
The cracks began finishing out the golden age of a thousand faces. Ten thousand faces before the surge, the fantastic imperial court apprehended by sense, the government of heaven attained its earth again. Which we recover, for who does not long for peace in the midst, many holes in a skimmer, except adrenalin relics of this future speak prophetically to anyone who stakes everything on the throw, Ziccoty, diccoty, one cast of faith beyond which we forever live,
how that appeals, loving the particular, to take it by force, as the evangelist says, the cat's in a flurry, Elijah who was to come, as opposed to some transparent ground, grace not achieved through coercion nor through the renunciation of life but by spontaneous and irresistible being, a gallop, a trot of the elemental process of life untouched by the contrary between freedom and necessity all the ages waiting. Take Todaelde! Personal and spatula, a direct assault to reach by force troths of the race--what John and Elijah said in the appearing, the refiner whose Return they meet like calves released from the stall, trample the ashes under foot so many tales are told.
Comment 1:
The energy barrier of the Great Wall which separates Gloster from the wall, the planes, caught in the middle of a freeway at rush hour, add to the unseen engineer with his finger in Foxy's hole. The mirror psychiatrist who calls these states good deconstructs the human form with the merrie Mouse in the Mill, validating the twiddle twino.
The telos purpose of earth, not mass suggestion, manifestation, reports all the toys in the backyard last day lit puddy ride, being saved from the end of the world. A technicality. Save the earth? Exercise the power, Sons!
IV.
This was the Ubu world complete, an artifact. Later, robot. To make Ubu real, human had to be obsole. Just when do-goods asked what it meant, U-Boy broke his cookies. Every ridiculous analogy followed. Online depublican warehouses filled with peat. Osiris on Ubu was neck and neck with Collider in the backstretch. Patrons flopped in the stands. Outside the park the crossroads of this project emptied into mouses with human brains. This sparked “debate.” Ubu doped the animals with human bloud: a mouse to speak, a monkey to plead, dogs with human feet a man to get the vote. *
This mouse was no mouse, man, and the man that knelt before the obelisk of petrified sunlight, was no man. Hybroids believed it the god. Avant-garde bridges appeared in space. Prophits woke galactic war, but it wasn’t galactic, it was earth in the throes. To celebrate those desaparecido infrastructs, death camps were built. Prisons called them paradise. In this golden age mutant nanites got to vote. Auschwitz makeovers in the Hybroid mon frère. Perfect health. There were no exceptions to the Engineer.
Passersby thought art diminished in size.
Comment
Offer a body forever. * For this they sold their sons, come weal, come woe, sold out the unborn,
wasna that a dentie coo? a Garden of Delight, a Kitty Bairdie immortality.
IX
Comment 1
Oh do not ask what time to visit. The thrush will sing, the bull will pull his bell. MeanwhileI heard on Radio Zen rule eight, eat diversity, his giblets make a nice pie too. Whitehead and Russell, Albert and Bertrand, su garganta, **DIVERSITY IS THE NEGATION OF IDENTITY##
The solar system weighed me down, planets and moons. They were all making merry. Antares a bother and Betelgeuse, tweedle, deedle twin, the weight pressing on my head. Man they cannot decide when all is done whether in Cancer Laniakea, Virgo Rosh Hashanah, Capricorn Rome or Pagan Aries. Every memory, not all weight, one transcendent, some good dreams, present helps, so I like Adam, the list is long. How did he sustain his teeth? ** so I went to the antique mall and walked naked among the dealers, shoppers, fakers and folk singing fidell-didell, tooteloo.
comment 2--
X.
A shippe of spontaneous and irresistible being shall soon take thee my gallops, untouched by the contrary, all ages waiting. Take the Todaelde! John and Elijah in the appearing, the refiner who we shall meet like calves released from the stall, to trample the ashes under foot. So many tales.
This includes Antarctica, Sumer, the tunnels under the west. Feedle, three alternative histories, all true. Ask the cuckoo, stork and pee-wit scholar.
XI.
I like Noah do not hope to escape. He felt the press down, linkum leerie. I am like Jonah, evangelist of repentance. No problem with the circumcision texts, to witness the dissolve, make the long walk, Babylon, Rome, Britain, America, but here I am, gaping, widemouthed.
I was asked to investigate Ubu Earth Beyond. It was the beginning of weirdness, if weirdness had a start. Gulags and Babel pounded down but the Monument climbed high, and as it did, gravity deplanrd.
We should stop and talk of the Monument now but won’t. Gravity disappeared below it. As in a mirror constructed on the equator increases with distance, then 22,300 miles above gravity is eliminated. (Tsiolkovsky (1895). But Domain transfer in space is not simple. below we wake up individually. Repeated instances alter the brain with Pop-up architectures composed of the 26 platonic solids faceted with tetrahedrons. Tis in all verity is the center of organ capitol cheeses. You don’t know you lose control till after. Rays reflect the levels of space elevator original incarnation, but you don’t necessarily come back. Gnomic transfers of this consciousness would be called will if will were a recognized. Gnomic willing designates a form of will engaged in a process of deliberation culminating in a free choice, but Natural will is the free movement of a creature in accordance with the principle (logos) of its nature towards fulfilment (telos, stasis) of its being.
equals distance from the planetary center, plus centrifugal force,
The outward chamber of the mouth is the soul inside the throat. Of course flesh is not stone to work with steam shovels and picks. Each day souls carry down a bucket to the sea and bring another back up, mold castles and shape moons. Each day bucket shaping imagines in a hundred years to fill caves and nasal chambers where all vowels speak through the present, remolding images, words themselves. Messiah the last and first philosopher to deduce by the breath of his Mouth whole worlds made solid, latent, excavated from quarries strata showing marble, dirt, stones, and underneath echoes of voices. So what was solid became hollow, not over at the finish. Prove this to the last. Fathers and mothers strip mined like watersheds or colleges closed for experimental drugs, freeways uprooted, coal, steel by those surrendered. Unmoved mountains carry to the sea, with stars, an underground fairly called a kind of sleep
I. Pray Mister Rat, come go with me. Refjugges from the sea, straggled up the beach. It's the colony or naught, so you have yer choice. One thing to admire in the midst of flailing up, Jonah who called the neighbors in, but I think he is Johan with a second breath, or two halves together with the resurrect, three boys dancing among the axhead floats and angels that breathe in the face of Sennacherib. Baby shall have a rattle when Daddy comes home.
I am waiting on the Unapproachable Light. Bridled to say these things, unlaud the detail of dust, each idol crushed. All you need to be a prophet friend, ridden through the mire, all you need to be that is the truth legs stand on an acre of land.
I had a little bonny nagg to buy the British Nova Express for the red cover, the train rumbling and the phrase in Spanish on the cover. Ecritoires, the Spanish express of the French boxcar shattering.
II. So companied with a rat and a mouse
III.
Now listed as Missing, literally,
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bow-wows cease making a sound but oddly retranslatable is a new one
out, but in all versions the arm with the sword reaches up, versions of
which history too, depend on who tells it, whether from inside the belly
or outside the armadoes of carracks that ballast its nose. I was so
vexed I broke it in half, which left me all the following years to
understand why.
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This hen of victimhood where all the characters are victims gets
pushed around, except I woud not for a Guinea the sympathy they evoke
and the ironic portion of their appeal. How many chickens have you got?
Everybody loves a weakling Rabbit.
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Kark Half Horse, allows for typos which critics blame for calling him
a negro, Idyllaus Oklahamas to change the state, the modern mechanized
technocrat not serve.
The cracks began finishing out the golden age of a thousand faces. Ten thousand faces before the surge, the fantastic imperial court apprehended by sense, the government of heaven attained its earth again. Which we recover, for who does not long for peace in the midst, many holes in a skimmer, except adrenalin relics of this future speak prophetically to anyone who stakes everything on the throw, Ziccoty, diccoty, one cast of faith beyond which we forever live,
how that appeals, loving the particular, to take it by force, as the evangelist says, the cat's in a flurry, Elijah who was to come, as opposed to some transparent ground, grace not achieved through coercion nor through the renunciation of life but by spontaneous and irresistible being, a gallop, a trot of the elemental process of life untouched by the contrary between freedom and necessity all the ages waiting. Take Todaelde! Personal and spatula, a direct assault to reach by force troths of the race--what John and Elijah said in the appearing, the refiner whose Return they meet like calves released from the stall, trample the ashes under foot so many tales are told.
Comment 1:
The energy barrier of the Great Wall which separates Gloster from the wall, the planes, caught in the middle of a freeway at rush hour, add to the unseen engineer with his finger in Foxy's hole. The mirror psychiatrist who calls these states good deconstructs the human form with the merrie Mouse in the Mill, validating the twiddle twino.
The telos purpose of earth, not mass suggestion, manifestation, reports all the toys in the backyard last day lit puddy ride, being saved from the end of the world. A technicality. Save the earth? Exercise the power, Sons!
IV.
Athens, Paris, London, New York, Wash D.C. Managua,
Tenochtitlan Austin, Cleveland, Seattle, put the fall of Jerusalem in
its rank. It's up there with the greatest cities burned to the ground.
I'm sure you can add to the list. Tallahassee, Nolon Rouge, cities with
their secret names and undergrounds, the tunnels under DuPont Circle,
the Paris underground, the abandoned tubes of Seattle. Just to see the
physics of fall are not expected.
**Try it yourself. The fall is on a fulcrum. ** *The body is spun, lifted to another direction so that where the head was first pointing is reversed and on its side, completes a neat 180 turn in the air and lands with what it was on top of it. *I have done this twice, once consummately, so can say that if a city were imagined to be conscious, as it lays there in a heap of itself it first feels terribly embarrassed. I hope nobody saw that, it thinks, as it looks around for spectators. At that point it is in shock and thinks to dust itself off and proceed on its way. It doesn't ever know how bad it's hurt. Adrenalin in the body politic of shock and awe in Baghdad. And yes the fall can be administered also from within like Weimar. The fall, taking of a city, ready or not they said it had a gender too.
We can call it a privilege to be in one of these falls. Please add your own experience here
**Try it yourself. The fall is on a fulcrum. ** *The body is spun, lifted to another direction so that where the head was first pointing is reversed and on its side, completes a neat 180 turn in the air and lands with what it was on top of it. *I have done this twice, once consummately, so can say that if a city were imagined to be conscious, as it lays there in a heap of itself it first feels terribly embarrassed. I hope nobody saw that, it thinks, as it looks around for spectators. At that point it is in shock and thinks to dust itself off and proceed on its way. It doesn't ever know how bad it's hurt. Adrenalin in the body politic of shock and awe in Baghdad. And yes the fall can be administered also from within like Weimar. The fall, taking of a city, ready or not they said it had a gender too.
We can call it a privilege to be in one of these falls. Please add your own experience here
This was the Ubu world complete, an artifact. Later, robot. To make Ubu real, human had to be obsole. Just when do-goods asked what it meant, U-Boy broke his cookies. Every ridiculous analogy followed. Online depublican warehouses filled with peat. Osiris on Ubu was neck and neck with Collider in the backstretch. Patrons flopped in the stands. Outside the park the crossroads of this project emptied into mouses with human brains. This sparked “debate.” Ubu doped the animals with human bloud: a mouse to speak, a monkey to plead, dogs with human feet a man to get the vote. *
This mouse was no mouse, man, and the man that knelt before the obelisk of petrified sunlight, was no man. Hybroids believed it the god. Avant-garde bridges appeared in space. Prophits woke galactic war, but it wasn’t galactic, it was earth in the throes. To celebrate those desaparecido infrastructs, death camps were built. Prisons called them paradise. In this golden age mutant nanites got to vote. Auschwitz makeovers in the Hybroid mon frère. Perfect health. There were no exceptions to the Engineer.
Passersby thought art diminished in size.
Comment
Offer a body forever. * For this they sold their sons, come weal, come woe, sold out the unborn,
wasna that a dentie coo? a Garden of Delight, a Kitty Bairdie immortality.
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This is the most detailed map yet of our place in the universe
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Oh do not ask what time to visit. The thrush will sing, the bull will pull his bell. MeanwhileI heard on Radio Zen rule eight, eat diversity, his giblets make a nice pie too. Whitehead and Russell, Albert and Bertrand, su garganta, **DIVERSITY IS THE NEGATION OF IDENTITY##
The solar system weighed me down, planets and moons. They were all making merry. Antares a bother and Betelgeuse, tweedle, deedle twin, the weight pressing on my head. Man they cannot decide when all is done whether in Cancer Laniakea, Virgo Rosh Hashanah, Capricorn Rome or Pagan Aries. Every memory, not all weight, one transcendent, some good dreams, present helps, so I like Adam, the list is long. How did he sustain his teeth? ** so I went to the antique mall and walked naked among the dealers, shoppers, fakers and folk singing fidell-didell, tooteloo.
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The Fall of Jerusalem includes the Universe. Universe
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A shippe of spontaneous and irresistible being shall soon take thee my gallops, untouched by the contrary, all ages waiting. Take the Todaelde! John and Elijah in the appearing, the refiner who we shall meet like calves released from the stall, to trample the ashes under foot. So many tales.
This includes Antarctica, Sumer, the tunnels under the west. Feedle, three alternative histories, all true. Ask the cuckoo, stork and pee-wit scholar.
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I like Noah do not hope to escape. He felt the press down, linkum leerie. I am like Jonah, evangelist of repentance. No problem with the circumcision texts, to witness the dissolve, make the long walk, Babylon, Rome, Britain, America, but here I am, gaping, widemouthed.
I was asked to investigate Ubu Earth Beyond. It was the beginning of weirdness, if weirdness had a start. Gulags and Babel pounded down but the Monument climbed high, and as it did, gravity deplanrd.
We should stop and talk of the Monument now but won’t. Gravity disappeared below it. As in a mirror constructed on the equator increases with distance, then 22,300 miles above gravity is eliminated. (Tsiolkovsky (1895). But Domain transfer in space is not simple. below we wake up individually. Repeated instances alter the brain with Pop-up architectures composed of the 26 platonic solids faceted with tetrahedrons. Tis in all verity is the center of organ capitol cheeses. You don’t know you lose control till after. Rays reflect the levels of space elevator original incarnation, but you don’t necessarily come back. Gnomic transfers of this consciousness would be called will if will were a recognized. Gnomic willing designates a form of will engaged in a process of deliberation culminating in a free choice, but Natural will is the free movement of a creature in accordance with the principle (logos) of its nature towards fulfilment (telos, stasis) of its being.
equals distance from the planetary center, plus centrifugal force,
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