#1)- ALWAYS trust one’s El Even, your intuition. In every and in all circumstances, & åt any and all times. Even when it’s Odd.
but,
#2)-ONLY after a completely exhaustive, triple-figure, 3rd-party, fact-check. Every Single Time. EVERYTIME (readagain).
and,
#3)-NEVER-ever, under no circumstances, Nowhere, nohow should one give in to temptation and begin turning Rules #1)- thru #3)- into a monsterous Mono-Rule #1)–
ONLY and ALWAYS & in ALL circumstances, usin’ Scotch’Tape’r-Glu simply push tab A, on Rule #1)- into slot B, on Rule #2)-
St. Curly of August, was neet. She read abominable poems, sent half way from Crete,
Poems pulled from fingers, or wordspun from hands. alphabetical flight, aerolinguistese standing half-silent on talons of their little clawed feet.
Feats Much Too Small for Their Giant Purple Hearts
Regardless she’s great.
Just the other day she said, “….we’ll be there if we can!” …and I thought, what a great reminder!
Then I quickly wrote down these words;
“Embrace the flexible path. Commit to Uncommitment”
At least to those oufs who’ve made oaths to Ghosts Or, for that matter, for access to the Unrigid & Creative. You seek? The UC You see? UC
UC you see is quite different From its cousin, non-commitment. NC, its only slightly better than NA! & if you find your self seeking out NA You’re probably right in the Shite.
Nobody Appreciates NA. Well, unless you come to need it one day until you need it, it’s not even there, okay Nobody Appreciates NA. NANA
Oh Yeah, NANA? Yaw, NANA Yo naw, no! Gnaw you Gnome Grown Grewn Gnewn Knome Knew Know Now O w L w L
~Boo Hoo the Bravest Hoo~
Boo Hoo had small feet too Just like the poem above, and just like you. and he was the BIG Chief, Head BOO
The Cheif ruled all BOO’s that’d ever Boo-Hoo’d, (even the laughers? Who-Knew) Top of most magazine’s lists of who’s who (At least ones covering the BOO)
I wrote a special announcement to Curly. In a poem about MagicK for the small feeted. Yes, that’s MagicK which ends with a K. It works up your nose when you read it.
Read it the same way as you’re reading today Remember this rite-n magicK, and read it I say. That one kind N-kid with a K at the end. It ends with a K. No wait, K ends it. Nevermind. Notta MIND. NANA
K is not needed for magic, in a fight,…say K vs. K It ends in a draw. Not very exciting, worse than the mall.
L is quite useless as a number you see. All adds up with just letters n words… …and well the letters L & A from here in the Bay It’s not even a competition. It just ends that K.
It starts, errr ends with a K It’s very difficult to determine. But the K is at the end I assure you.
That is, it’s spelled that way. Can’t do much magicK without spells. I say we take this weirdo, K. Sit him down in the chair…. and stick one of these spoons Right in his own K-hole!
(Not those tiny ones Neither)
Standing with you! Maybe we can fork something into happening.
There’s Shite everywhere. Shite! It’s starting to look human. Stay close. No one goes alone Use the buddy system
rise! Rise! RIse! RISe! RISE!
Rise up from the “Chair”
Again & again Over & Over RISE UP FROM YOUR CHIAR Look We Care So, it’s only fair! Rise from the chair The nightmare chair Is no longer there
So you’ll have to
RISE RISE RISE
Come on, Push On! It’s nice out here We’ve all changed our hair! Well, us balded folk have other new flair Anyway, we’re just dying to share.
So Rise.
RISE UP
RISE UP FROM
THE CHAIR
The trick is THERE IS NO CHAIR (anyway it worked for that bald kid in that movie)
You probably wouldn’t ever Even think to sit on a spoon. You might have saved yourself At least some of this trouble Had you only went with spoons Over chairs.
On second thought
You’re not the first friend With this $11K problem oK Kathy was one too Kathy with a K, Keta-Kathy I’d say
And Keta had spoons upon spoons Small tiny spoons. Spoons in all rooms In the morning I’d sweep up, Go grab the broom, at the end the dustpan, nearly 70% spoons Taking all day, or at least until noon!
Dusty spoons for sure. But spoons are spoons Just like chairs are chairs Now spoons can be chairs And chairs can be spoons
But in the end theres not a threat Except when ascending the steps And again when there, no one who cares.
When one no longer cares if its all spoons and no chairs With nowhere to sit & just spoons with it
So we’ll just leave an offering of love and respect as we push A tiny spoon in the big spoked wheel chair
Just a few Hi-Fi, low-lifes, Gettin’ high & askin’, “Why?” Down in the uptown trenches Its just double-gendered Mensches Ain’t no child prodigies here, just A bit of BETTER in our beer
A wild sense of humor to say the least. A consciously developed skill Sasha began practicing at a very young age after realizing the negativity conjured in others by his intelligence.
A highly developed program of groan inducing puns, dirty jokes, and the development of the rare ability to produce perfectly timed farts. All of which allowed Sasha to be himself while avoiding any “scarring of the horses*.”
watch the service in full without the attendee interviews:
* “Just don’t scare the horses!”, being a phrase Sasha used say when asked to explain how he’d been getting away with his backyard toolshed antics all his life with only minor interference from Law enforcement and other authorities.
Not bad for a stoner, art-school dropout, with no college experience, and not a science class since sophomore year of high school. From which I only managed my miraculous matriculation on account of an English teacher, my senior year, that just happened to be rather bad at basic math.
Let me Explain in the speakeasy plain,…
After having called me up to his desk during class. Pointing to his grade book and running his finger along the line that started with; my last name. He stopped. A little box near the end of that line of mine, had a 52%written in it.
Then just before telling me to go sit down, he had me look him straight in the eye, then forced me stand there & watch him perform that most wholly of Hollies, įA Rįté d’Trånsfįgµraę,…
Our Lady of the Perpetual Integer
Wherein, the last gift of that dusty ol’ dreadlocked foot-fetishist was given. Our Lord of Forgotten Deserts Redeemer of All Souls That are Lost (and most hair-extensions too) Father of Men (& many Women, well, okay… a few) Pontiff of the Hair Plug-Inn Turned-On Nobjob The King-a d’Minga Narcolectric Shaver of Souls the MAN with (I guess you could argue)the plan… Thats right it’s boring old Youknowho, (I mean honestly, whataya-starred-in-lately?) errr… ,okay,…well… really! Nothing? not even fairly-recently?, okay then… …well-are-you-at-least-on-Insta? Hows about TUrDBRgLR? KLLmeAlready.com? Do you faceflunk! Maybe just one of the theons? any of the… OmniFU? OmniFme? You must be on one of them… perhaps you still have…no Not even half a page on wanna the FamKillR Family of killer APPs-es? No? None of ’em Just Plain-Regular-old, Vanilla-flavored-JHC? That’s it! Is it then? That Birkenstockovitzian-Footsie-wearin’, Known-to-the-Neighborhood- as-a-No-Good-Snake-in-the-Grass- or-some-Kinda-Stick-in-the-Mud. Right? The Godhead-become-fleshiness-with-bedhead. A bit of a drama queen, no? “Too-Stuck-Up-Not-to-get-Fucked-Up!” Don’t you reason? okay, well…then…
That most beloved of all- crucified-failures & the savior-to-end-all-sailiors,…
“Jesus H. Christ!”
Well not THEE “Mr. Christ” proper but, he did tell me to come by,.. oh Hi yeah, oh hello,… They call me, Hayszeusito,…I’m his… …his step-father’s neighbor.
He asked me to meet him here,… ahhhhhhh! OH WOW! Ohhh it’s nice in here,…
Listen do you mind if I wait for him here, inside with you…
So, has this dumbass “chupachronos” finished telling you his riveting tale yet? Of how,…
“25 years ago I watched some French teacher write a joyous “D+” next to that vile & dirty, FOUL ABOMINATION. That nasty little number. Since I didn’t do any work, I’m guessing it to be the work-of-the-Devil. Mostly ugly and blatantly coprophilic (as sure to remain unfashionable, as it is to please the crowd) Dark digits, flushed out into the turd dimension, that cursed number once seen and found to be far too obscene & Not a sign of the unfailed man…52″
52%
He often pretends it was simply an inncorrect but quite fortunate miscalculation made by what was it this time? A Social Studies teacher And he was just really, really, very bad at basic math? ah.
Perhaps he said something that might be scene as describing a Sacred Ritual? or of having Transffurmative Potentialities,… or otherwise detailed & described a sorta initiatory secret-rite? One that involves a miraculous process, where one takes an established,
Infallible Numerical Value
Somehow transmogrifies it, and is left with an irregularity-breeding,… near-constant, errrr, …variable-constants?, errr constant-variabilities, wait no, instant-constants?, or is it consenentia?, No, its transcontinental!,.… (No I think not) I’m just hearing the prefix “trans” A LOT (or more than before, at least). I’m unsure of my confusion, but I turn away from the mirror nonetheless It wasn’t CertsISmenthas, was it? No, it was not…
Regardless, it basically transmogrifies it somewhat,…so that stone cold numbers ~transform~ into that sweet-sweet Nutbread-of-Life, the…
The “A thru F” Grading-System (w/a curve!)
Underground Railroad of Smart-assed, Smart-mouthed, Clever-slackers, and that gifted buncha Back-of-the-Class-Nappers.
That number that the young man saw that day, in that little box, on a page, in a gradebook, on a desk. That horribly important number! Could’ve dictated his summer, or year this number. So important that it be One of These Numbers, but not Those. There is actually a very wide range of numbers that this number can be, but what it CAN NOT be, oh please! is these…
52%
NO! No, no no that double digit simply will not do. It will not do at all… Not when written in letters anyway.
So gawd bless that Mr. Anderson,… I’d say that although he was not a strict rule-following teacher, he was no push-over either.
“What does it matter what you say about people. He was some kind of a man.”
He was one of them. He saw me. He did everything to support me and get me through. He told me I was a smart kid. He told me I was a good writer. He let me submit drawings in place of my research papers.
How to use the novel psychotogen SOP-25 at d’OttersFamily Reunions
or How to Get High on the Down Lowe’s: A Study in Follow Through-ups & Downs
Abstract: When attending 25th anniversary open casket family reunions, the questions layered meaning often arises as Ads when reading the commonly used reunion announcement phrasing; “¿?Y?¿B.Y.O.P.H.P”
Question #1
“Why on earth ask all guest to bring their own pot-head pixies?“ sometimes phrased as, “Bhongwhynn Doe does Eris, Yes?”
However, given that the newest Elder Eros/Phanispahntus was well,…a well-known Arch HeadspliTzar, and all-round a real Nickhead who tended to near-always surf rounds with histrionic Xerx, what on earth does one do regarding the what to doo-doo about it? Or what does two dew?, even three again do with oat tits!?
(Should you find yourself suffering this particular type of event, a simple 4-DAT dose of Exederine may in fact, be the right and most efficacious medicine-O)
Yearly, O-Bacchus lead a ruckus here.
Oh ye! Yeah Him! All ways ale in his Opium!
Wars did the old poor emperor of CANTON get
Kowtow neigh, no one ever towed a cow anyhow.
Wasp d’Horus tricked & s(l)ighted-ed?
Say again. Begin again.
For official use only
“Same”
“Same”
“Different”
Regardless,
AR-15’s armed with fully automimetic Candied cops, and ho(wor)mie-less Jersey bands with governor lead singers!
Using hand-me-down ARMY-issued 4×4, 2-wheeler syndrome-chairs and
parked near the Southern wall, working with but not for BORDER Patrol in Flat-bed Fnords!,
Honestly, this is hardly that what they says it was, and not exactly the best crop
to plant on the coast with plans of Petrolian the Para-meters.
All were solid hits in their day for shore, are now, and definitely will be one day soon,
or so they say.
Seriously?, A three-million dolla “Sasha” bar of billboard gold, is that expansive?
I lack a reference to know. Yeah right, whatever you say. But, hey! hey hey! Can you Relate?
The object discovered in the Sea d’Sciepsi is the biggest reason for all their Secrecy. Their ace in $-hole. Das Hóœlę’Middilwieze positronic e-Mission is most likely being smelled by several of their senile centuries.
Question #2
Sow witch wish which was it what washed the doughy-dugout, do dat hazmat and do duz wang worry what got doing dung the maid-Rite?
Was the Ode d’Tree of the Apple 10 MAX=squish squared THEE?
Does Will M’s last n-car go!
TRi methyl-J?,
Meah es-squiz IT-290.Eh?
Attainment of Low Lasting, Jar-Jar Cobra meats & K-Rats in alpha-Nicotiana’s hayfeed!
Sobe, a sailor if Ott indeed be of Ye, then try 2-CB N-Moorniyyn’ with the wines n-XS,
or alternatively;
Extend ebrush to old al-LUCEM?
And so, in light of all-Elohem previously related above & presently in the absence of any evidence of hopes of Big Ex-collusions:
Most Stimply Slated;
I love you more than anything.
You gave a realistic genuine THX experience of New Hope to this I-Robot.
A 2-disc, impossibly old ‘77 sans St. Vin Sage & Rebel Leader edition taboo, taboot!
This is the most valuable GIFT to both give or as an AM receiver.
Here though, even ever be now & then,
I just can’t seem to organize or execute the expression of my apologizes.
NorCal I manage even the odd evil one that’s both long enough, with the proper words and in true-enough,real-world timing.
Why?
I’m not quite sure why.
In fact I’ve been wandering round this square wondering why. Oh “Y”, just as exactly at that moment this girl strolled by after buying then immediately blasting Merl’s most perfect compostable compositional, “Wondering Why”.
Further Moors & Pain-ish lands will not be tolerated as gods nose we knows his groans.
RE: Guarding the mess
Hall & Oats it IS bit still needs less and less
IT breaks through the noise boyz fanned and framed as IS still very much true, that just as more than everything Elsa, Blue is still the bluesiest news to knows. And feathers she knows it or not
Alexander Shulgin Anniversary Seminar: Philosophy and Chemistry of Psychedelics
This 12 week seminar happens in two hour sessions, every other monday at 9am (California time), is chaired by Andrzej Serafin PhD, and Jitka Nykodemová MSc. and features lively round table discussions as deep in the chemistry as we are into the character of doctor Shulgin with a global cadre of Sashaphiles sharing stories and adding to the chemistry of the talks.
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Furthermore, we will trace the evolution of Shulgin’s research, analyze his contribution to science, and discuss its philosophical underpinnings. The seminar is chaired by Andrzej Serafin PhD, and Jitka Nykodemová MSc.
