luminous Armillus-=

it's been quite a while wise and sighs since i heard from you-= you trying to hide?-= i was wondering if you got the download i sent you-= it is useless yet i am keeping busy sending sermons, downloads, and other gratuitous communicable confabs-= even though the book of the gods we still curse has come on line-= E- Quality has dropped and the last of life's gurgles will rattle its sputum balls soon-= work on Gestalt ploughing through-=

to be a body within bodies i count on you-= for what type of interests man constitutes tells us what type of man interests it-= no feather fan touch of timidity-= nor dry relief expansion-= kissing goes by favour Lucius-= and you are the divine line of laughter-= if reign a jealousy of god-= to own his children he must punish-= keep the lines open Lucius-= bask in these wise words-=

it is the vulnerable everything and knowledge is the residue of experience-=

now move the symbols around-= let the words tell you more about themselves-=

it is residue knowledge and the vulnerable everything is of the experience-=

see how it relates divergent sources of "Information"?-= does this not open up the grid?-= Armillus, the key to it lies in the understanding of the cyclical circle-= you are the words, the image-= on the eve of Leda's happy quim shoot i have composed this sermon for you to enliven the flock with-=

-=spelunking through the grid-=

speak in not what the tongue has been trained to say but what the mindsoul screams!-= smash the Aristotelian rules for language-= that surrealists rally and pull my words off a page of juxtapositions-= is not at all an accident-= ya see, by breaking up the grid you begin to see multidimensionaly-= not just one idea but many ideas swirling around in a single sentence-= learn to see entoptically-= to see the world through kaleidoscopic fly eyes-= and you will realise that what you see is contiguous particles-= and particles like words can be rearranged to form another chunk of the grid-= what you see say and do one way can be seen said and done in another way-= no such thing as either or-= only both and-= for to understand infinity you have but to become infinite-= and infinite means forever-= know this-=

know that you are riding on the endless cyclical circle-= feel the seat beneath you shake-= listen and hear the grinding churn of the aeons-= find your place on the chess board-= and make your moves-=

suppress no thoughts-= simple thoughts, despotic thoughts-= once thought already happened-= in our mind's we've all seen a sort of wild sparkling-= this is the grid of it-= once you recognise this the general accepted concept of the outside world peels away-= all the pre-programmed dogma and morality moults and the seer now sees inside out with no worm worn eyes-= you see the inside has a whole lot more to offer-= tell me the author of anything without work-= and i'll tell you clarity takes emotion-= everything lies hidden away for unearthing by those weary of the old optic-= eyes which have looked on at old rogues and goats-=

seek to see around corners-= to see through the pellucid diaphony that breaks apart the particles of possibility-= add your own warped or non warped "Reality" to the infinite-= shape it and shift it according to whim worry and desire-= tug at the roots of Yggdrasil-= swing from its branches so finely entwined-= call it magic call it lopsided-= but sweat sweet music with perfusion-= know that it is "Information" sped up, slowed down, permutated, changed at random around the big material of thought-= the endless cyclical circus rotates in the mind and permutates again and again through life's last gurgles-= what was then will be now was tomorrow today-= to know the rules you break them-= you can take a course on how to be an artist-= or you can be an artist taking a course on art-=

now let's look at this next example-= the sentence-=

"jealousy reigns if a god has to punish his own children"-=

in this configuration it assumes that this "god" owns his "children" outright and has to punish them-= however, if we shift the symbols around it gives us a different scenario-= it becomes a matter of the children revolting against the god who in return has to violently exert his power of control-=

"if reign a jealousy of god, to own his children has to punish"-=

it now becomes a matter of specific jealousy aimed at the god who seems to be loosing control of his "children"-= for in order to "own" the children he now must control them-= where as in the first configuration it is already assumed that he did indeed own them-= so ya see, all is not what it seems-=

shred humans like text-= like text humans shred-= text humans like shred-= like humans text shred-= society is a mutt of chance-= the divine tautology came up off the book of concealing-= it is the venerable everything-= and i saw that out of a belief in a belief a collage touched the last two words to bring better architectural balls to mind-= there occurred a little click as i read from right to left random rotations of magical spells, words-= and stumbling ethereally i blurted out-= "words, who controls who?"-= at the wheel of the infinite it asks the questions-= my ear ran away with the first produced permutated assumptions and i heard it reeling in my head like an ether experience-= and i really done it-= the means are at hand for revolutionary success-= where you couldn't hide the outside to your eyes now you can-= i merely undid the word combinations and symbols that didn't describe a piece of good luggage and boom!-= it made itself known-= what it seems-= yet the beginning, which we have heard, which we have seen with our single optics-= we are the new and upon our hands have handled the word of life-= mix up the souls and theories of the universe-= dualism monism nihilism and fiction-= contaminated mystery is the book of equilibrium and balance-= Gestalt peels back the layers of the grid-= sickness in body strength in mind-= we are the new animals-= a body within a body of bodies-= all is not what it seems-= the word is the trick of the mind-= a replicating virus perpetually cloning itself-= word is independent of thought or action-= ink without meaning-= sound with out connection-= a body is not the label body-= nor is a tree a tree-= the word seeks to replace the object with its clever con semantic trickery-= beware the word my friends-= peel back the layers of the grid and go glibly spelunking through its infinitude-=

awoke, fortunately this morning-= small angina pain and other heart annoyances-= at 5:30 went through my morning's exercise-= too many voices scream the night awake-= i do not adapt to new situations very well-= by 6:30 the live count went by-= which you run for-= chronically ill or not-= this day, this time, i was alert, dressed-= each day is difficult to adjust to the biological brain buffoonery-= due to the ever present monotony of routines imposed by one leading warden Boby Lytle i know when to expect flare ups-= E-Quality has been fluctuating-= when the head is cut off one can tolerate the loud boisterous din of the prisoners assaulting tones-= the voice of it-= sickness in the ears and all that lost frost business-= but if one goes outside of the administrative division impression is that the speakers will be bombarded by the crashing noise of human voices-= an explanation is that others prevent them from such raucous dialogue in order to defeat the best analysis of a psychiatrist score arming and shouting-= but no matter where one will stand and observe the conversations of the prison life of women that are confined in groups of two three's or more there is always one strong head-= like a voice inside you are locked in a few minutes after being convinced literally that the attempt to over power its message loud is feeble-= they tried to diminish my voices-= told me to deny my pain-= to abolish my so called delusions= yet they say conversation is part of the cure-=

my speech to others is carried on in the cells= it naturally becoming a part of the conversation and hence the gun of truth-= for i am the bullet of talking wonders shooting this sort of thing like daily lesions prone to violent behaviour-= prisoners to whom i speak about at the end of the prison day have control problems, imbalances, violent impulses, and an overabundance of dopamine-= when they are locked in for the five o'clock lock they boisterously attempt to convince the dumping ground bulls that all is well and not to cry over a few hairs-= the prisoners engage in studies, reading, writing-= but alas the block bell will surely ring upon sensing any increase in strength in mind-= this is where the man of balance flourish and evades detection-= many of the more serious say that the best part of their prison day night is when one finds solitude to do the various hobbies men have to occupy their time-= our virtue becomes their vice-=