a mystical cartoon of sadness and understanding, “twinkle doom” goes tick tock in the wells and bells,
the plangent universe tells the time in mystical quarters - plangent universe shock time. tick tock on the universal clock, it goes tick tock in the wells and bells - the plangent universe’s waves of riches on circumstellar orbit. maybe we’re meant to be not an object but a wave, our orbit our virial radius from the sun, plentiful goodness radiating a storehouse of nutirients;
i think you’ll find, Tim, that every alphabet has a past, but only a century has a future.
in the cold sunshine of understanding the tulip of consciousness grows.
he met the mongoose of mystical understanding.
it’s metal bucket day - go get a metal bucket and bring water to the tree on the front lawn, the one james says belongs to the city and is dying and is unwanted because it doesn’t produce fruit. (when’s wan wu honeycomb day?)
a walk among the ghosts with wizardly talent,
starring me as the sandman of mystical cultivation;
ya gotta have salt - salt and dinner consciousness, to weigh ya down like a balloon with lead.
sun and moon - do you think about them at all? if you were to represent them both with candles or lanterns, do you think both should be the same size or should one be bigger?
“mystical stupid man” of the undetermined - wants to be the moon’s apprentice, possibly become a second, smaller moon, to smooth out the waves like a permanent neap tide, end the spring tide.
an alligator swimming upstream, chasing an otter to oakland.
oh yeah, tomorrow is madness day, i almost forgot - keep the lids on the garbage cans, and take a sorcery vacation; saonara, lightning bolts of the beyond! the ambulance is coming so i have to go now; wave the flag, my clouds have just arrived, on parade and having the time of their lives, in outer space, all puffy and floating like that; i see your freedom in a rock, over there on the left, it’s glowing like it’s got something wrong with it; go get a strong piece of candy for my gravestone, and put the candy on the furnace and talk about tomorrow; it took a candle a month to rise to purpose like this.