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the ubiquitous message of the klock

"sempeternity of applied science 

technology and click globalism has created a new language

for the humans

this sound language has a wide range of dialects.

fanning feathers, rainbow spillage, spry eyes, grotettes,

kung gong padded footsteps, mobile vacuform inyerface,

and many many more"

with long fingers it taps out a pause on the table


steam fanning laser feathers,
sound rainbow

they move gently i notice 

but i cant image the aura 

of erupting evidence

(it keeps appearing disappearing)

beneath the glitch

(unexpedited) by persistent rhythm and 
clever mimes in whiteface

zipping up the magnolia costume

in season and times again

to fit within limitations

whatever size semper fidelis information

was gathered on eternity 

the coconut globe

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and now the fruit-basket

 a lifeform-

based on some polymer

element i had no reason to know

it appears to be delicate, ephemeral, 
the skin glistens like jelly and the eyes can smile 
while there are no lips, it has almost a turtle's mouth.
the mouth begins to move, it opens

"i see U -
greetings earthling! U r enchanting....helplessly
making fuzzy sounds in variable timbre -
but U r wild. U show what we find to B tummytumtumtump
which cannot B X-play end, but mostly basically essentially U r wild.
so i have drawn, from available alchemy,
with kind regard, while expecting to gather a measure of control,
some sweetness and gratitude, allahkazzahm

you will find melons and tangerines on the doorstep, 
pretty little beans for the darling human to eat"

 before i can think, it vanishes


either or not, 

it occurs 

between the 3rd and 11th dmns

in the bcs it spans 16 levels,  tho 14 are

enough for discernment, 

and it will antimaterialize

according to las leyes del mundo

as per frequency shifts

echo callings, 
liquid metals

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footnote: ghost peppers

ghost pepper rates 855,000 on the scoville scale

tabasco sauce rates 2,500-5,000

ghost pepper, hot stuff!

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encounter

they came to 'visit', again. i sat entranced, easily sipped the noir, the dark edge folded around a cylinder.

on the brownish sunny days you can't see the blue couch, it is submerged in complementary shadow even though the glass panel is only 4 1/2 feet away and we are in daylight. the color disappears like smoke/ you were bouncing on it this morning when you haphazardly noticed unmistakable blueness, but now it has thinned to sootpaper as you walk past toward the 'hallway'.

why dont you go out and check the trees, he calls from the kitchen. i'd like to, i think, except for the lightning and reservoir of raindrops all around the hutch. 

they are watching, i can feel their eyes on my back as i lean forward, lift a ghost pepper from the dish and put it between my teeth, rise to my feet and swallow.

i made a run for it, but i didnt get very far, the water was too deep for my slippers and the laundry is half way across town. oddly arrhythmic flashes of light pop behind the 'clouds'.

the first time, i had the feeling the skin on my back was impossible to shelter from salamanders frighteningly gentle split tongues, but it passed. as it happened this time, they only lingered for a few minutes. i'm sure they saw the dread in my pose and quickly scanned the foyer for any feng shui, finding none, they took some notes  - the ladies in the elvis movie look like ventriloquist dolls, the black coffee's been sitting all day, someone heard the word Tuskegee at least three times recently  -  and left.

encounter

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i own my anger

i tell u without regret

 it is volatile

it may not be safe

what the f r you doing there?

if you are gazing 

into the caldera

when the 

melted rock starts rolling

in the stone and steel furnace

there shimmering white hot

alexanders sarissa spear 

flares piercing thru the vent,

burning a path of shrieks

and words like granite boulders

 ablaze with molten lava

tumble in an avalanche

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