DUBLIN IS BURNING!

SHROOMING! on a bus to NYC, weather by Van Gogh. Reading that Usylessly unreadable book of odyssey, on the Mahayana, in the Long Memory, Green Dayagain!

The Mushroom speaks more of the many in THE VOICE OF ALL THE BLESSED. Metemorphoses of Word & Thought through Spacetime, this light as a river, General Semantics: Our use of Language can severely alter our experience of Universe.

Animism eyes tune in translucent streams of organic ether, the open system, Alleluia! The Neurogenetic Jam Box spins Akashic Records: "Anybody who understands my music will never be unhappy again." -Beethoven

The King & I will have our talk soon, of that much I am certain. He’s been on his cell phone speaking in African tongues for an hour now, when his call is finished, we will speak of things.

The King is dressed in the very most resplendent fineries, a man of gold & diamond & silk. A full page of TEXT embroidered on his shirt, soul on ice! I’ve a Dogs Playing Poker tie amongst my usual slutty rags, I hope I look ridiculous enough!

DAMN! Look @ Shortie Right There! (across the way) only just made of electricity!

A shimmering bundle of shakti, I wish for to tell her! "Excuse me Miss but it seems you’re a manifestation of the Waters of Life which pour into the world inexaustibly, thank you." I laugh the whole thing off, she already knows! Everyone already knows, after their own fashion, and changing everyday, smiling then to full capacity, so help me Fucking Christ! Finally, after 600 pages, Homer drops the F BOMB.

ABU is an Ambassador from Nigeria, the language he was speaking has no name and he thinks it odd that I should think it might. In Africa they have over 2,000 languages, most of which are nameless, communication is problematic. All around the world we speak different dialects of one same language, Abu suggests. (The logo substance of which the word is merely a reference?) The rise of tyrant war lords and the resulting cultural isolation balkanized the once common language of ancient Africa, the splintering of which has been vast.

He tells me then of the land, of the abundance, of a world not yet but rather to may-be. (4 times the city was rebuilded, Hooo Fasa.) He likes dialectic, the universal language, a babelfish called JIVE swims towards Wagadu, and the bus stops in Manhattan. "It was nice to meet you Abu!"

Timmy! There’s the dude then, fellow bus passenger, and smiling face. We’ve MUP business now if ya’ll’ll excuse us, the adventure having only just begun.

NYC sun shines us a welcome.

Hello to everyone! and how's your deal? A fine thing indeed it sounds and to all the best of luck. More of everything please and do keep the change. Thanks for everything and have a nice day!

Eventually I meet a girl who makes me look ridiculous enough, THE END.