The fragment titles as far as
they have any: sources
for this chapter
x x x must mix much fire and ice to feel real
fine and nice x x x this
is your glacier speaking through clenched teeth
x x x hatch a glacial egg,
x x x a much less regrettable and unforgivable
personification x x x form
an e norm x x x flunky
flyer yet forerunner of a fulfillment of sorts x
x x in defense of ecolonomics
x x x mobilize babies (rocks) and baby immobility
(rocks) x x x ancestral
rock rocks the clock a round ancestralistically
x x x can gaia come and go between guns and
gonads x x x
it is a pleasure to pry and perk some pent up powder
x x x vert ego of single celler sexiness
x x x pretty powerful personification potential
x x x careful now
x x x woundz and boundz or beauty bound and
wound,bent on unbinding the bended winds of mind
x x x gra-vital---
x x x mothers milk
Sources for Gaean cosmology:
(3) Dan Winter; ---(2) W H Hudson+, naturalist; (2) Lessing; (2) John Michell, sustainable nomadism and sacred geometry in the landscape- (1) Tom Pawlicki, Box 38007, 794 Fort st, Victoria BC, V8W 1HO, Canada, Published by Prentice Hall (see appendix for his physics of miracles); Luther Burbank+, The legendary plantbreeder Victor Schauberger +, a vortex and implosion expert and inventer Callum Coats wrote a book about him and his work; Causes from NM keeps some of his idea's turning over too. Walter Russell+, a cosmologist who's University of science and philosophy is still sending home study courses and who's former residence is now a museum in Swannanoa, Va, Box 520, Waynesboro, 22980 USA Energy Unlimited PO 3310, Laredo Tx 78044, USA workshop for inventions with V S and W R as mastermind modelers Borderland Sciences Research PO 429 Garber ville, Ca 95440, USA; Int Tesla Soc , 350-A West Uintah, Suite #115, Colorado Springs; Co 80905, Tesla Book Co, POB 121873, Chula Vista, Ca 91912, USA and the Psychotronic Ass. ? keep the legend of still classified Tesla+ material alive. See the summer 94 issue of Skeptical enquirer to learn how to throw out the baby with the bath water, regarding this, astrology and much more. James DeMeo (Orgone and Biophysics Lab, Box 13 95, El Cerrito, Ca 94530 Co-op America, 2100 M stNW#403, DC 20063, USA Seattle Institute for Life sciences, 6519 40th NE, Seattle WA 98115, USA, this is run by Dwight Bulkley Cesare Marchetti, a technocratic genius at IIASA, International Institute for Applied System Analysis, in 2361 Laxemburg, Austria. Green Peace and Parties, Bioregional and Ecology movements William I Thompson: books and 'Annals of earth' periodical from Ocean Arks Institute, 10 Shanks Pond Rd, Falmouth Ma 02540 Jose Arguelles--- --Lawrence Blair-- -Michael S Schneider-- -Jonathan Tennenbaum- --Coxeter
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Must mix much fire and ice to feel real fine and nice:
Glands learn how to digest emotion (Winter).
Weight and impact times karma and feelings
make weather and justice with purity its fruit and sanctity its wages.
Must I give the earth my just lust for dust
According to Gurdjeff, topnotch and coherent
emotion is a debt we owe all inertia
by definition couldn't care less about agonizing for organization which
only adds arms to an already unstable and big enough clock besides more
mouths to feed).
Mama's lustily magic carpet crust lives off of many tiny dabs of dust,
so churn it up and turn it out before back into it we must.
Emotional coherence in tune with deep
sleep will realize its debt to and depth through body as it awakes to the
stable churn of the planet, its watery souls, its spirit and spunk.
Beating frozen feeling
is a glacial impact sport, a preliminary to, yet concomittant with dissolving
permanently parched and dreadfully dead rock
some weighty matters up to bear life on, let's decide to carry emotional
weight, let's be newradic nomadic, it's the only way to have some wellfed
and happy to be back on track sprouts who snappily upgradate stone as they
tote and tool around some newfangled votecasters with stout clout.
Match mercy's momentum,
justify it with splitsecond to none thrust worthyness.
My first somewhat smooth big mama poem:
To give stone hard rock a blush and growth, just roll it through
a mill, it makes time humane an' 'live, to give some crunchy
rock a thrill. Mammy's brandnew do we 'll found, heal her wounds
with finest ground, so soon her juicy flirtile resplungent mirrorhall,
can bear us up, stay one and fill other kinda fall.
Her colours and scents, her sights and sounds
move us true and pure, she stretches forth some kind limbkin to all her
brood who break or make love, she yields or wields as ever she did, let
us mind her simple love for variety with devotion. Bycause before
and after all she is home to die, live, feed and breed in, on and for a
while to all she squeezes from her manifold enchanting lips.
Before the cold hits home to force us in the knees when wrenchlinkskins
can't weave nor tie knots to and fro between micronitgrit and macro sparkly
twinkles, better apply cerebral strategies to reuse, -duce and -currentize
the jubilateous holiday celebration ingredient and subject this seemingly
seamless tangle of subdued innards (rock is an egg and so is the sun, ahot
glowing one, according to Hensel; in Dutch the phonetic relation is obvious:
kei is een ei, which I dent + defy as the source of life's far too long
withheld deep breath) to a squeezmishy mashy objectification, so it comes
to buoy and tensilize the tight spaceless vacuum between one lost in the
massive mass momentum sucked up tight and dry against the next nearest
speck of downtrodden and imperviously aloof subversive inertia.
I sing the praise
of most potent nuptials, I catalize capital rock's rigidity riddlement
to facilitate wet mate meeting swells, I receptable, welcome and substantiate
the sun's ephemeral, subtly beaming impulses from above; thus micromobility
matches the macrokind.
I walk a musical beat that allows differentiation
and restoration of the biosphere. Airtightly locked purse, crammed chockful
with cramped unbusted gaiarealm currency, when may we breathe and flood
life back into you and our deserts, what enticing tool will kiss you awake,
superfluidizing ice age long time and no gain, frozen feeling and incarnation
cues that boom and bust like bombs and babylon, breaking vessels to be
and vessels we presently see in such innately, undiscerning wayz?
provides groovy groves, those choosy chores will revive poetic lores and
mores to improve sentientization of the periodic tabloid.
Enter faery fairly fearlessly, so the
day may come, when we are found to do away with this and make a way for
that (tease for taunt and tit for tat). We lay the day we have, to hold,
and never let it bounce back into space so cold, where tales about how
we don't know when we got it good could be told.
For gaia an interglacial is like a fever
telltale betokening harbinger of enc- and approaching ice ages than printing
and copying paperd pulp left at least half white. This comes as no suprise;
no reasonable growing season left, after, if and when humans have been
of seasonable reason bereft. Reduce
size of potentially fertile substance, don't sterily symbolicize it. If
you read me right, you 'll write me such a grateful receipt, fresh dust,
my favorite message delivered, leave it anywhere you want leaves, engrave
legible and lastingly before heading to your own interment (ter aarde bestelling
= burial). If
cycling is not an illusion, recycling need not be one either, pollution
is a measure of inefficiency which in turn tells you you are losing money
in the long.
This is your glacier speaking
through clenched teeth Ground and freshly ground(ed) rocks, lose the strained
inertia of all too well wound clocks, it sets live cogs arun without glacially
tout white out havocy clogs, right and ready to charge life for, with and
where what all is due.
Study the possible ice age trigger upstart,
callibrator and overshooter (witness our present fever): the good growth
ingredients called carbon compounds.
All sentientizing happens
most intensely at the edge of inertia which would otherwise remain comparatively
steady as she goes elsewhere, even when you extend your timehorizon to
include ice ages stripping to and growing from bare bone stone, this ebb
and flow from outposts of Gaea's tectonic dragons is solid enough at heart
and her sleepily still will is consistently patient enough even though
it may be incredibly hot deep down inside, to await the milling thrill
of goose bumpy caresses from her merrily wheeling way with chinese box
sprung jacks of all living trades, she will lead her ghosts, aliens, refugees,
outlaws, rejects, convicts, runaways, jailbirds, bums and alco-hobos to
square accounts with differently deprived bet fellows at the other side
of the respectability fence, ya hear? They may well all together get ready
and be taken on to wage peace.
A thirsty dragon will spend a little fire any less than that would provoke
his ire and such belittlement could cost us dire, so pray, pry, wrestle
and wrench with healing hands, on prosthetically kneeding knees,
to boost your mettle and put steel to good treefeeding use.
Hatch a glacial egg: A godforsaken
doggone glacial egg can only mutely beg for the breath of birth with undying
patience, our consumed perspective generously penetrating beyond appearances
allows her to trade enticements of raw material for biomass deployment;
we wet and further our visionary appetite at the same time we match and
break her passive resistance actively, when the specious specks are met
wet, given a reducting soak and shine, proficiat exultantus.
She got tumbled down slow and crunchily by
the wise white wizard weather wheelers and outlived the chinese box layerpeel
that stripped her brothers and sisters, shedding layer after layer of the
skinniest thin skin flakes in various forms with a large thirst to slake
and become slippery lifespan vivifyers.
8000 years of roots came and went, changing
the balance drastically and the ensuing calm seemed almost as intense as
her inner life, if she could breathe she would sigh now and wonder if she
will ever hatch a batch to match the past tide with fresh life stirrups.
Some havoc wreaking creatures who commanded a force faintly reminiscent
of the one which moved her here, were capable of splendid polish but a
complementary sense of humus that can begin to win fresh kin seemed lacking,
at least to be much less in evidence. They are too much like us at heart
she would think (if she could) to leave us so dry. Just as well maybe,
the air and water they could feed me are hard to stomach, better to let
them and their pests pass away first.
As it happens she is yet to be broke and given
a soak, but not left lying undiscerned, father timelessly true saw that
his "paquatsjies" (rockspirits, trolls) were blue and wept wistfully
at the edge of dying back biomass magic.
To pre-vent all that can be, there is a sure
fire way you see: "listen up rock, do you hear?, if you can't,
don't worry, have no fear, we'll lend you an ear" we'll hug, squeeze and
smack you hard enough to evoke a crack to help things along, singing: "breathe
deep, wake from your sleep" whackitywack; we then muck the mockalive thoroughly
to stop flying in the face of the fact that you 're leaving again to help
out other stick in the mud lumpyness and leave it too, in the way
of growth for the first bubbly sighnz of life
I kneel to feed that kneedeep
creed with healing credit which needful deed has a ways to go for the beleaf
of our language crystalz to succeed. A watercraving crystal in heat, I
mean real hard up for a knead is the call you simply must heed, cause nothing
get's as violently thirsty for drastic plastic as a rock in heat.
Some people just pass the time without
touching much of it, sortalike the indoor type, apathetic, indifferent,
resistant and inert like the rocky structures they hide and seek shelter
in. But massaged bony memory of mama's multimagnetic membranes literally
bubble up from the baitin waitin mode when her paramagnetized rocks get
well affrictionated, watered, warmed, etc for bioamassment.
Next 3 bits were
written at Springhill Farm, Aylesbury near Oxford, then rewritten in the
USA and adjusted some more in Europe. peoplekind's between terrestrial
and astronomical spincycle ratioz.
Tectonic fuel is an exhaustble resource whether we went from ape to man
or came from now lifeless Mars; we 've been through a bunch of scarcity
ice ages already and might have to again bycause of messing with stronger
stimulants which denude and emaciate the royal crust of real sustenance
for our gut. The angry dry droughts and drenches of flash fire and flood
become enthused stride and strut once we cease toting and treating life
like just a slut. Can we heed its needs before we lose all to finally get
together in a rut?
Form an e norm: Dig that
girlishly shy rock at your feet and service, most concentrated prop-pronent
of the feminine principle, lift her from her damned but pure yet rigidly
(cess)pooled mater-realm, squeeze her so tight that she gives all of herself
to tidal waves of orgasminiczations, all the way down on in to her microcosmicly
elemental bits, only then can she start to feel loved to the core and more
so when that first and foremostly sacred coupling of two parts males and
one female (H2O) is welcomed to complete the associability of wet and dry
oxides reducing together in the sun reception serving the lavish appearance
of multifarious offspring (see Hensel and Graves).
Pebbles, fieldstones, glacial gravel deposits and exposed bedrock are thus
faithfully bound into the noblest lineage so their precious wetting presents
make a tie out of the initial tease squeeze to keep them from being blown
away, obscuring vision and arresting respiration. Organize rockdusts, stoneflours,
gravelpowders, breakslibs and floats with rain and shine into a stable
non in- or deflationary bank branching worldwide for every organism's trustworthy
unmuddled marble to the living gloss and high polish which fresh mudfed
leaves afford from microlife bite size dust swept under our ailing carpet
to furnish fun for fingers and feasts for the eyes.
Come see through a truely radical green and lyricist dare a lit up
nitgrit to feed our philosophically rooted hair.
Break the dry dead skins
underfoot with thoughtfully strategized tools to pump the (brix readings
registering on a 75 dollar, handheld spectrometer which measures ripe-
and nutritiousness, very dependent on a full trace mineral spectrum, with
a drop of plantjuice) skinclad orbs overhead up tout with the unsullied
sensibility of an enlightened fool.
Save your seed to steel your fuse, then mint and spread the coin of the
realm, save the day, you can, you may wave and root your hair with your
freshly tapped and soon scented fragrant air.
Flunked flyer, yet forerunner of a fullfillment
of sorts: dear management and/or womanagement, this questionaire
concerns the fertilizing properties of the byproduct from asphalt and other
stone crushing plants called 'minus 200' or 'filler dust' for farm, garden
and wilderness alike.
Since life came to earth, we humans seem to have become very unlike yet
still dependent on subsumed sumptiousness of micro organics. Quarrymen
may have noticed how quick a filmy layer of green slime forms on fresh
dust in warm puddles besides air bubbles from freshly reduced and hydrocarbonated
oxides, becoming a curly crust when dried out. We are less like than dependent
on such single celled organisms from the opposite side of the food
chain, and they thrive on the intimate proximity of full spectrum minerals,
water and light resulting in reduction of the wet and dry oxide mixture
which is synonymous to photosynthesis. Unfortunately
the laws of greed dictate pitching fine ancestral versus financial support
instead of modeling the latter on the former.
are other in- and perverse analogies also: usurped and monopolised money
emission rights result in gigantic debts which the already disowned people
have to service and not only in third world sucker countries, compare this
to basic bottom on up, climate engine driven size selection which makes
for soil&savings, another confusing one is the battle termed 'conventional'
(chemical) versus 'organic' kinda like democracy vs minorities (which was
conventional up until a hundred years ago) agriculture.
farmers in the vicinity of usually dumped fresh rock powders can come get
it free or cheap to 'organize' and sweeten a crop with it, the demand for
stone flour is proportionate to the awareness of a nutrition and fertility
problem (which gets ignored in the spirit of the day hoping to outdo and
become better than nature, meanwhile deficiencies of some sort or another
are a good bet for short term, more meterable and reactionary profits of
power; dependency driven accumulation). Minds with a more discerning bend
can intuit or dowse the eminently basic fertilizing properties before tasting
them, but when the harvest ripens it is nice to know that it was not just
a superstition and this is within reach now that the Brix meter spectrometer
and Callahans instruments are on the market (see Acres USA).
The soilamendment minerals commercially available
at present are usually basalts, granites, lavas and ancient seafloors.
Mixed rockdust such as found in glacial deposits are not among them except
for Rado Rock from Mt, but may eventually do as well as the best soils
where they are found did in their prime. I for one make my stand in favor
of circulating these fresh wet glacial or dry volcanic currents minted
as most ancient and true coin of not just our realm.
I decline to sum up the derogatory denigrators directed at this fractally
singular subject, suffice it to say they are as numerous as the money inflators
who keep up, fall in step and run in sync with chemical agriculturalists,
not to mention the colluding medicine, fuel, power and legalist lobbies
when it comes to washing out and burning up oldfashioned and ancient decency
fellow follow up
on ground breaking efforts left fallow for a little lag of time.
6 years later a two day USDA conference (recorded by and available from
Dan Winter on video and the texts are on the USDA netpages) was held
with the Stone Ass, Quarry Companies, and at least one NOFA member besides
plot-testers and the illustrous Colonel Taylor etc in attendance but I
was studying something else and lack of communication caused by shipburning
behind to have clean slate in front of me I was unaware of this till after
the fact but it is nice to see that other people pick up the threads as
a few more of those longing to belong to long wave story weavers too.
In defense of ecolonomics:
The slow grind of crustal tectonics and ice ages is in the process of being
augmented by a faster faction of phenomenal forces, their yet tiny thrust
of strategic technique is applied in equally vertical, up roariously righteous,
charismatically in- yet interdependent fashion, looking live and fusable
with the new as well as the best of the old economic order, its formerly
fucked up selection process: centralism, likewise finds complementation
through diversified variety of veracity so evolution does too by such development.
Big ice ages and large centralized, more mental
mints are similarly diehard far and few between, both birds of an inflationary
feather after a fashion.
Tecto-climatically driven volcanoes and/or natural current's raw material
crushing cunning can callibrate the friction factor regarding mineral hoards
and wealth; they squeeze and increase pressure or let and ease it up for
a more 'tolerant' and idling mode; this process of pulverization allows
rock to take up and fill in space and water for life.
Graveldust as produced by ice ages have life supporting qualities that
are imperfectly mimicked, aped and, yes, you guessed it, abstractly anthropomorh-,
steril-, devital- and centralized as or by money and tender tendering tendencies
which are not very naturally analogous to the ones a decently decentralized
money emission mint might afford us anymore since the ages when mature
trees and gods like Cernunnos had standing. Why would one glacier demand,
dominate and derive prvileges through emissionrights monopolization causing
all rocks and their dusts to be carried to and fro this wise-ass alpha-lead
swinging figurehead from as far away as its sucker-subjecting, supposed
singularity (read: forcefully conscripted army) reaches. Monetary circulation
catalyzing central banks use interest rates as a feasibilty and performance
threshold determining wether or not planning and\or emperor dressing pretenses
take place and revisably versa vicy. Central bankers and speculators are
like Tom and Jerry: fake enscenations (see Michael Lewis). Similarly the
focus on local rather than collectively averaged rates of optimal photosynthesis
as inter esse (between extreme beings: dark and light) which determines
the activity and absorption capacity of precipitation and compost with
plenty reducible oxides is the future music of an economy come and gone,
full circle, back to beginnings and principles (the most intriguing text
in the whole Bible is the very first one) to perfect synchronic mimicry,
allowing human kinds to earn their keep and extend their welcome.
Everyone's lubricity starts at the densemost
borders of spiritual matters according to Piet ex- and pounder of NIMBLY:
Nuttrees In My Boundlessly Lush Yard.
If you can spare
a thought, apply it to the merits and credits from big time convincing
of the to no time convicted, all time hoarding rock.
Today's pipedreams are tomorrows routines,
when you try to tackletackle the tallest task to taste and as Herculean
as possible succesfully, I will find you tickling the oxygen out of uptight
contracts and give new meaning to expansionist culture.
Blow upon and into the heavy- and hardhearted
rocxides so that they can ride on, in and with the earthbelting, icemelting
photonconveyance in the company of their noble, wet, simple and fleet of
foot sibling: water, set time free to tick and kick the way it will, edge
breathing space into the cracks and between the specks of unlockleased
rock or leave the job for glaciers to do at a later date. The big question
is are they substituting for us or can we take over their chore, drop for
drop, pinch for pinch.
Hope my minerals as money mentality may mobilize
babies and baby immobility into body and mind wedlocks. A matter of paying
tension to trees with a singular sense of purpose; the potentialized presence
of size reduced, unpacked and -folded trace elements as found though yet
bound in tectochemical and geophysically, in short gaialogically mixed
minerals and gravels, will when unravelled aid diversification as much
as any similar beneficial and local news, needs and vacancies re- and/or
accounting community efforts set up to inventorize tools, resources and
skills, to advertize, propose and/or pay paraphernalia which can get a
social move on back there. The pounds of pressure we need to do the former
can be taken from and replacing the pinball-billiard bowling bullet and
bomb belligerence; nuclear energy needs to stay where it is most at home
of course: inside mama's most personally deep down low selfsome being.
Those who would travel on and off the ground but out of touch rather than
through trees must learn to like dust and partake of schemes to upscale
the inanimate or part company with the strings of their life supporting
Ancestral rock: Ancestralistically
rocking the clock a round; Rocks are our
ancestors, better get down on, through to 'm and them through you. Pray
for strenght to wrest their blessings with their conservation matching
clasp and set them going, that is, coming your way; if we don't, something
less animate like glaciers might do it for us but first we will fall prey
to what large quantities of them as come on duty during ice ages may represent
and embody: our negligence, before their inclemency grates on people as
much as those glaciations are hard on rocks. We could own up to a debt
or be their delegates? At what costs do armies mobilize? The bigger ones
even manage to in the name of peace, but imagine managing peace with parched
lip servicing pragmatricks such as I poetically stipulate. Hamaker thought
the marines would have to convert very fast to forestall the next installment
of natural punishment but he was at the very least right about the amounts
of energy costs if not about the exact time schedule. So come on, let's
get down and dance to the rhythms of cold hard dark compactness unfolding
to meet light 's increase and life's vigorous promotion. Pick and crush
rocks up to rain and shine down on hellraised life from immobile yet momentous
time's storeroom. Does rock want to come alive as much as we want to stay
it,....make it,.....lifelong ...lasting.... lovableness?
Let us be soulmediating traffickers between micro and macro lingo of periodic
table and heavenly bodies to feel brandnew when we get through, back to
dust we must, forward with dust we may, take time to heart and make it
come alive, instead of killing it, instead of leaving rock for dead, leaf
it for life, squeeze rock a little every day to have a well considered
time and know how flexible and abundant it is. We are in and of time already
but can be for it to make it ours and have a good few in one go...
Respect mother nature's
lavish and wasteful fondness of recycling. Her tides are larger than life
and so can we be too, if I may hazard a guess we rush to get in line for
renavel- and cording to feed from the biolifespanners when our number
comes up again.
Behold this bitter irony, our soilbank of fertility we rob with a(s)sumptuously
extortionist chemistry and choke it under pompous technicalities and conveniences,
calling it names like crummy dirt. Honour
small beginnings to offset flights of fancy. Call a spade a spade, especially
in a spacy age. Spacing rock is size reduction to animate rocks in space.
Are we lashing out and clashing with our dying
fright or crashing and splashing for our living delight?
Defuse and diffuse
rigid rock from snap, crack, gurgle and roar, to sing, yell, warble and
Pete impersonates and interprets grandmama's giddy goo: "Hey now...can
you follow me somehow, don't you see me break some locks to restrain, knit
and presustain you, jump on my bones, have a jump on me and keep it too".
Rocks are to machines what will is to thought
in the grave corridors of biospherection. Will we see our mechanic genius
relieve ice ages from their long arduous and chastising work? It would
take note of all the nuttily vital, tough and dry molecular skin, the interlocking
tangle of specs and flakeframes worth a salty prevention-mention, that
is the ones impervious to their wet kin.
Will constructive strategy comes to break the tension so lavish, photongenital
and reductionic refueling from and for bottoms on up sentience can take
rockdissipator is a prephotosynthesizer with better aim than rude crude
blunderbully glaciers; pragmatically and so nonmusically speaking, they
do much the same thing: destroy the rigid structure of very inflexibly
local, too tight touch, the epitomy of inbreeding, enter water as growth
carriage percolating pinball-bubbles down to swell and evaporate up through
growth constituted of thus crumbled matrices with their thousands of element-combo-cule
figuratioz climbing along while on the rising part of the circuitous cloud
to fruit to ocean routes and tides.
Remineralizing ice ages
lay down and dish out the foundation and credit for climax climates with
their slow but sure supplying of powdered minerals. If we warm enough to
speeding up our honourable graduation rollcall chances. Get busy tickling
some potential currency with a rhythmical rumble and churn to do the eggily
rigid lumps and bumps a good tensility turn, they will start trade
and traffic with the wet oxide which can give 'm a ride up and out into
the biosphere, the only honest kind of money left at and often leaved by
our ubiquitous bank laughing all the way, that is, giving a cheer to all
the wayside lovers and participants helping coin fresh clay, begin
the serious game that can play to stay.
Can Gaia come and
(get to) go between guns and gonads:
Don't fuel strategy with the cold gales of motives from the make believe,
oneway side of life and death sequences but with the ones bubbling up from
the heartfelt willwell anchored in the stars, draw them down through warm
waves of intimacy and simple pleasures (home orchard), meeting their match
on the surface of the fiercest furnaces for gravity's most dangerously
pervasive attraction, so her reactors quit acting up for life. Fucking
with them proves a damn sight more lastingly hazardous than our equally
cheeky rummaging around in wombs with academically sterilized scalpels,
especially in the case of animals and dictatorially disecting dignity divesters,
hoping for perversible power all the blinded way. We need to help her make
a nice moist breathing blanket which gently undulates from 80 feet above
to 8 feet into the soil so she dont come to beg, lie, nag, steal or borrow,
she likes peoples heads full of insights, not parasites, their gonads swell
and tout when flooded, soft and loose while ebbed in flexible rhythms,
filled and well provided for, inside and out.
I will simply sidestep a curse, even if it sounds like the worst. I just
keep deepening the dip in the fragrance purse of my forgiving nomansland
universe, where there is plenty enough stone flour to sentientize and soak
up each cloud burst that rolls on in after and cause I wake rock's lively
thirst, I go on rummaging in the utterly shaded side of the fit feed
for sunsent fuel, acting as lure and hankerment anchor after all, nothing
beats first things first and that is to trade permanent darkness for daily
colours cause good shape and happy identity wanna be preimbursed.
Majestic magaia, otherwise known as magnificent
mayaga takes us the extra special magic mystery miracle mile if we wish
on our best stars. Nothing has more yielding and wielding yet intimately
modest power for that, but still we make her parch, bald, rage, pant, waste
and rant by cutting the limbs we sit on, losing her confident coo coax
callibration, her subtly promissory and challenging omens which whisper
of suprise and advantage, until we harness our sterile type logic some
muster fresh vitality on the make for freeflow justice to take hold on
it; mud and marble, diamonds and dust, a lick-floop-flick-slap-flop
trickle milkthick stoney water marries the moist and clear type oxides
under a blessing sun.
P: It is a pleasure to pry and perk
some pent up powder. Put some rigor through stone, pull some vigor
from bone (mishearing: pour some sugar on me) Yes dead locked Gaia bone,
it can fund and fetch back all persons pulled from their potty too soon.
So sonny, go to, set 'm back up for redemptive unpenting with your rock
and rock it crutcher, the microclimate pocket lushers, used by all kings
of a queendom as her microlife blushers, upping mediation speeds for all
shape, size and form of colourful senses to reduce real touch divorcing
distances and decimate those rough rock road blocks which can down beams
The clear and closely related oxides of
hydrogen and silica are both able to freeze or flow, water pulls the rest
of their reducable kin up from the crust a ways tensile and tout, helping
'm grow. Fluid
quarts is gunky love and shifty as rainbow gathering itineraries,
volcanic activity and the weather are too.
We need gaian neocomix from divercity
The deeper the neglect to root in reality,
the more ephemeral the vision.
Let's do nothing right, don't just pass it up and by but do it justice
An honest coward's heaven is a
sieve, swivel and sway, then wet and weave to leave your clay with strands
of light met with the righteous might into treefed glands for the flight
of spirit and many a happy day.
The gaian garden
guerillas are comradical nomadz who check the much and encourage the little
with bash per ounce and ash per bounce, they blaze trail as much as they
Vert-e-go of single celled sexiness:
Extend gaia her lower dense and tense borders for that buoyant springlike
resilience that shows how she feeds the tiniest mouths; give her room to
start breath at the bottom and she will give you womb to breed at the top,
a fair deal and case of complemented vulvavalving pussypower exchange.
We owe her such coherent sentiments of develop-mental evolution and physical
The cold light of reason is slowly coming back to its senses, an all inclusive
one of proportion, where it can derive pleasure from helping the biosphere's
bottomrungs help us so everyone and -thing together does what it does best.
Mellow weather, heal scarcity, melt glaciers
and find-fund-fount your homey grail, don't go be yonder the pail,
just break rock gently down life's stream to rev her reverently and turn
her on, for this to learn we came to toy and tool around with instrewmentality
which may sanctify our sexistence and all increment.
The hesitant proclivity of tightly formated
of subjectivity to let out their secrets and be touched off to enter the
streams of life suffers polite circumvention, neglect and abuse, but will
most truely serve when a more thorough squeeze brings some of that old
news back to date true upward mobility.
Gaia thinks no tanks but would
thank deep thought, and so would her woods.
Old habits and rocks change only under
great pressure. P:
Pretty powerful personification potential Mass hysterics mime proximate
molecules in crowded rock and microlife in search of spontaneous co(r)responsability.
The heavy metal frict fract factions bang
heads as if they mime size reduction machines.
Anonymous massive momentum is nature's recipe,
these crude early stage moves of evolution's amoeba soup are mimicked by
the shoulder rubbing intimacy of stadium and dance floor.
Crowdz act out single cell wigglers with a
safety in numbers vibe, all one but not alone, they all smell good enough
to get close and mingle match right up to snuff, mish mash and frolic with
Tilting at Gaia, praise be; woundz and boundz
or beauty bound and wound, hellbent on unblinding the blended winds of
minds A disempowdered refugee, considered unrecyclable, let alone pre-
When the rocks show through magaya's skin
ripped off and gone, when curves and cleavage are left craving diversified
fun, flaunted with abandon and/or cunning, fishing for a ride on provisionary
temperation or even on ruthlessly calculated and/or reckless urgency, tis
but the relatively same rough or ready reactionary momentum showing up
in physical sun- and psychic spotlight, repetitively challenging multiplicative
pulverization and in the case of the sentient version inviting the split
personalization conception process.
Man can hamper all flightiness, pamper all
inertia, to come through rocks for womankind and treekin.
The age of consciously floured power gives
every body a chance to mint his dowery powder, not just listening to the
mute feminine attractions of rock but rub and rumble such blocked abutments
together enough to see to and through their darkness which makes truely
universal change from state of the arts rock bottom on up and is an easy
bribe or ransom to gain access to the more animate,yet in some respects
no less stubbornly willful and inertly reactionary versions of it. Does
your love penetrate the ground its object walks upon?
Do right by sweet nothing gravity, make inroads
The foul pain inflicted by off kilter truth
gives a dizzying wobble to the fountain of youth.
Pretty temple, lovely
shrine, I wormship the ground you alight upon, I am yours so you are fine
or are you yours cause I do mine? I open all your doors to help you soak
up the finest shine, polished marble, painted splendour, no one can afford
to hoard your precious presence.
Rub her the right way and she will show the
pigment of her dreams, defy her own heavyhanded and grave gravity, accept
propulsing motion, throw up heaven's battlements of which happy go lucky
only skirts the edge.
Curvacious and complex particle tides have
their green between gravity and radiance and eat some too.
A gardener guards and appreciates homegrown
ripenings in timely and seasonable fashion.
Find the golden mean, do be interdeferrent
to nurturance and dissolve dreadly dry dignitaries.
The question is: does the tooth of time want
to be engulfed by refreshing floods of floccu- and succulentiae?
This instead of gnashing
and grinding on each other cause we lost our feel for them a great many
number of ice ages ago, or are we yet to find it, a tough twine to
The crust is a flux, a flow that congealed
some time ago, help it hatch out the foment of moment, teach a kid how
to plunge water into rock.
Raise issues of
contention, breaching stones to reach some feed for fonder memories to
the bones. G-ra-vital The foolproof
way to help reduce monotomentous inertia is to blaze right through it.
Do not let aggravation
gravitate you, just make photosynthesis levitate your freshly coined
To crank up biomasses and breathing gasses,
as a way to pay your grand kids fees, grow 'm some homes, that is the ones
made in, not of trees.
on height and depth border extension for the flimsy film of nearly threadbare
biosphere, it is wearing thin too fast for comfort, wage peace to push
them borders back, bycause where they meet, life is gone. As
long as the earth's land surfaces are suffering drought, left with the
bones showing through her cumbersomely cracked skin and violently controlled,
stories about the goodieshiding in,yet gotten from the hold will scarce
get a chance to be told except maybe projected into golden days gone by
and old. and merriment must wait to unfold.
Multicell organisms like us are farms and
farmer at once; giving larger organisms a run around has been our mixed
blessing, can we own up to our projection, assume our birthright heritage,
settle an aeon old bill, justify our sexistence, conger life from dust,
frisk nature back up to par, help those with the least conscious choice
though they did somehow choose to become us, we who have the most?
Rock and water,
time and light should not be so distant and statically relative.
Be smart, barbaric with an s and m artfulness
from the heartfelt touch; find the pain and strain, let or make it rain
on freshly sown and unlocked rock.
hopes for seasons of service may yet turn into heaps of service for the
right reasons, but I can't wait on him.
Locked in most any ounce of rock live the
'preancient' ones, the solar future fire and water welcoming burnt witches,
princesses made of ash, homonculi and Deucalion's descendants made of rock
and clay. Manage
to demystify multimytho magic aspects of material existence and energetic
up the mind to unbind it from toxic tie-ins and unclean trouble.
Process photons and digits with ever greater
coherence and efficiency.
The physics of religion is the poetry of nature
and connects males, metals and noble gases with gravity, biomass and other
fertile female economies of emotion.
The will contains a seed from which thought
may sprout and fashion fruit.
Art and science would be as good and well as friendship and love, if based
on mimicry too, everything worthwile is, was and will ever be based on
such a creed.
If statistics were
well integrated, considered all lifespancycling, be balanced and all round
objective, included modest as well as global extension, they would prove
to be in favour of all is one Gaian policy. The neglect of her prerogatives
usurps and sterilizes with abstract symbolicizing.
Mother's milk: I packed
some ripe and raw fruit to get me high and down again. Once and while I
was up there I felt inspired, like some sort of Mozes, up the umpteenth
of rocks found in those places, plenty a law relentlessly laid and washed
down from thereabouts by the fracture, grind, polish and clench which those
millenarian milkteeth of nature inflict upon themselves cause of and thanks
to her, (clumsily coveted yet covered up) copying under cosily crunching
conditions that last all of an ice age sometimes; she's got a precovery
adddiction one might say, or a friction affliction perhaps; yet, shows
a most effectively spun off affection with this mint, succulent and fresh
dust, perhaps little still but well enough known by now (from her tides
between lush, liquid and solidly crystaline, icey stages, involving floods
and volcanism), to expect, (soon maybe, yes as soon as belief comes of
age and down to earth), succesful delegation to (and be shown in much evident
vogue by) bipeds, her at first not very promising, even downright dangerous
looking broodbranchmembers calling themselves, humankind; repenting from
evil ways to start that pro-reductive rock preventing product, the prime
photosynthesis reducible substance and stimulant: fresh dust.
I managed to piece this story together bycause while up there, I heard
a drumroll, a thunder or rockrumble from which a voice rang out as clear
as the light from the sun and it said: "Let the dust become the ink of
a misty must, the grooved and polished rock be thy penance and lust, let
fresh dust be a link, let your kind be the clean dust -constituted creatures
to become aware of their mother crust..... start conscious emission of,
as admission to, life for the common current effluent: redeemable dust
and let any efforts at writing nature, my bride and pride, off with arms
and explosives, powertools and pollution or on paper with pens and screens
with keyboards henceforth be banished unless in service of paradise, serving
glow, serving ice, calling and holding down rain, seducing the reducing
shine to help humblest growth and greenery along.
be, set it free, deliver it from mother rock, it is not just her ink, but
the body-spirit link, not the merest symbol but the fairest substance,
true value for all that lives besides, before and after, under and over
you. So have a rock and turn it's tightly bound time into sweetest and
sweatable fruits, the most basic and immediately satisfying human rights,
duties, and pleasures products ever and worth a fight for fairer futures.
minerals will drink and fuel up when you pounce on 'm a bit with a sound
bash, next you may sprinkle and spray everywhich way to see to 'm grow
more animation and bounce in a flash.
cr-, h-, b-, and rumble vs st-, m-, and grumble... you can make the rest of this one up can't you? it is inspired on an anti rockefeller comic put out in the seventies by a Melbourne (smelly burns) radical crew. it showed the popular pyramid of power, etc.
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