machinations for the fleesh
all reactions between men are equal, where only, equal is allowed to mean the collected difference between those matters involved.
the sound made; 'hey,' is used to call attention from one thing to another. Should the word sound as 'utter,' in addition to man not attending to his fellow man's needs, it makes no difference what the other said as he will remain unattended. His other has said no. This occurs as scientific as graphs and heart beats: the world between one and the other.
No worries come when the man is unattended. 1 of every 4 men are without attention. And where 4 implies 1, then it is 16, 32, 166, and so on as white, locomotion, slop, advancements.
[Combat occurs where those involved admit to the location of their bodies in space. Space in this instance is the eye, and body is their digestive process. Combat is interlocutation and involvement is all matters which have hitherto been processed as acting. The performance is the region, or group of spaces where eyes see and bodies process.]
an actual draft;
WHAT FOLLOWS IS A HISTORY OF THE WORLD:
Presiding over I know what you got,
the king man delivered decree and solemn oath;
'out proper land grows grain ensconced
out undue procedure pours pain in depth,
on matters of measurement use my arm
where my arm shall not fit, refer to my castle with
its tower stone to see defense -
and should threats still billow, or even nature concern,
envision my amulet married to thee.'
king man then made masterfully, turned from whence and was gone
into hot bed chamber sweat linen July,
breaked bread swang goose neck, copper water feast
in darkness for the next three days, servants waited,
on pondering reverse daylight curtains barred see.
Should I be the king knowing what you've got, or
would I as king spread sovereignty stronger as ancient knive knight
wondering what you've got, says not him.
Queen shares a bed entered absent chamber, hair enthroned
'There's a throng of muttering tasks, King,
shall I commit then or,' pesteringly, 'let them in'
My subjects are commited, commence repeating as so.
Grey skinned dwellers and brown sleeved mourners, for
I know what you've got, these subjects in me.
But, knowing what you've got has gotten only for your defense,
the tall tower, highest point, with its stone to see.
(Each attempt the king made to know, was marked with another
stone step, heightening the castle tower, official mason worked free)
That I, king know what you got, might not would be the
stricken blow, which only the amulet might sew-
No, I should commit to these subjects, and they should not break bread here
for there lived world is owed to my knowledge, which defends them so
King sat dark, pink flesh to whiter flesh sang time passing,
until August marking the neighboring tower address king delivery
king rose to hallway, echo step inbred solo, a marching band of flow
servant swang open tapis, King stepped silent approaching roar-
'The surveys have been taken, measurements have arrived, the land is clean and free,
I know that Lake Westerly is 8 King Arm deep, Farmer There's land is 42 towers wide
yielding 400 king's arms of cotton, 300 king's arm of green edibles, 200 king's arm fruit and 100 KA root.
These shall be yours, subject grey and brown, so that I may continue to know and your defense grow,
In turned King, silent observed landed people, serfs and ladies.
A craftsman uttered to another, below,
'The kings report speaks not to what I know'
'The king report ignores my efforts of trade'
Another craftsman, freindly with the first used words to support,
'again I promise this first craftsmans utterance to be sound pure,
for my craft too, has yet to be measured and should it be- I may be of more worth
then some defense tower stone to see'
The crowed murmured wonder, filed memory, and set off.
good no good time
sweetness bitter undigestable insurmountable punch of gutted waste wrought nebulous hell of an unspecified separation or distinction worth $28,000 and 5 years or more, a celestial harbinger ignored graceful point of fornicated ignoble grasping entrail travailed distance peach skin entitled to no entitlement becuase of learned hate, resistance accrued from togetherness at an unavoidable collision of misappropriated logic and diseased skin membrane spaghetti spoiled work ethic conundrum pill abrasive misspent time and hidden jerking for complete idiotic focus.
indiscernable ability to communicate why whoever cannot see the ultimate and non ultimate as pair next to the here and there is a fallacious liar no money to those who need to be necessary so that the way of ignorance procedes, is all in all of us. reading stories fantastically to one another, especially those who appreaciate similar symmetries and proportionate face gestures, sailboat time. The mother is the father of the man. The family is the skull of the cupboard. The oak is the iron in the pleat of the sail. The water is the cannon forged for the battle. The sincerity is the liver of the wind. The machine is the pill of the daughter. The turnip is the condition of the foreigner. Open is the scent to the new. When the scent is made by the process of stewing up some future life, made in the wretched stink of the alley, or the finest sheets in the valley, the finest grass in the land, sheeps eat to let their wool grow for the farmer to sheer and sell, eat mutton once and some other greens some other time for the nutrients to get a move on. Sell a daughter or two.
the Marketplace made up of what that guy sells, oh it's nice, I want it. The marketplace sold me to slavery and I work because working feels good even when you are owned by another person who treats you like an animal. I would be so lucky to be sold like an animal and slaughtered in the name of processional weightiness,
the fat man's corpulescent breakfast always breaking. Greasy fat man breakfast plate succumbs, with me on it. The breakfast is the slave of the fat man. Work is inevitable because it feels too good to learn to shirk duties. Duties that never come to those who care. Dutyless naive. Broken back squalor creates true life experience in the direction of a some future congratulations, as if I want your rewards, awards or nominations
Insular concave energy inefficient purposeless lake of fear pounding sideways into the ears that are your legs. Legs hear too, ears said to me. So why focus on the ear. The part is the potential of the whole. Cut your legs off and see what you hear. It will change. So don't talk to me about my ears hearing, unless you speak it to my knees. And don't let my ears hear that they can't get me where I am going, unless you want to go with me to there. I hear. I walk. Someone else does the same, I conclude they cannot. Someone else walks. I walk. Someone else walks. Walking doesn't mean they walk the same. Why ask questions then if indeed the mother is the son of the tree? Because you want to know something about the progressive force which has compelled you to waste so much of your energy on eating, selling, and working for free like a rich, wealthy man who owns the globe like the dead man who died last night at 3:30AM whose job you took three weeks ago.