MUP AUX: CUP DREAMS

Sunday, November 06, 2005

CUP DREAMS


“Eins upon a space...”
koan-fusing the pen & post of me in friendly fire amor. (epiphonly!)

The Bard’s charmrag, a new colour for the States, princess of spendgeld! and to think of all the angels wished & stars announced under pretense of disposal. A cad’s luck tired but true, yet the market’s maid bares more than mere tales of the rub. Hilaritas rivers from atum’s all-chemical “mind”, plot-Plot-PLOT.
The same hindrances repeat, counting the great wall’s mortar (One More AGEN!) A Humpty fall for wiz, never say broken! Open, aye open. The asylum laughs, We bow wow. “Blondie good show!” Scoop up the hod, neck’s showing nine.

Ways & means well backstage, Molly shan’t look & Leo won’t speak, way of the same her, I. Pockets twice less than zero, unless the levity blooms. Smile peasently myself, and Nobody’ll eventually guess what I doobie dewing. (SUNYATA!) The yawning mask in the wall socket occidentally blesses my digital overload have mercy! Sink-Our-Niceties Daoing De Coin-Sea-Dance? Nope, nah, never, the pittance doesn’t cover. (unless certain quantities elixir and those only fairy fuel moments, water through fingers, knock on wood!)

DEIMAN teas'me: “Always or Again?”, Maybe: Both, Neither, All? Wave & Particle Parallax! Namu Iam thrice declined the crown, carries burning circle w/ falling sickness, even still: itsy bitsy spider-moon excelsior spirals! Eveything’s going to be all light.
The nightress outside balloons, I go to Wawa! Wawa! Wawa! Wawa! Walhalla! Archaos fauxly civilized, the antipodes glow through the gloss, "very interfacing!"

Can a small spirit truly loving all,
really be that sick?
Mabinog combusts the schism,
let the process work!

Lunchin’ in the pumpkin patch, precapitulating non-bifurcation.
Timespace,
Bodymind,
Dream@wake

Parsifal’s lost cause got jokes,
Why Not!?


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