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neil harbisson hears color and eats songs

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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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paul squires was a rare person, a creature of delicacy and aplomb, who balanced architecture and magic with words, poetry of the people, a unique and supremely intelligent and perceptive mans 'music'. mr. paul squires was a beautiful human being, unlike any other, whose wit and insight might seem to have vanished, yet if you recall his politic and politeness, he surely deserves a "Sir" salutation on the anniversary of his passing two years this week.

at first one clung to the hope he was still there, formed a rationale to interpret and digest the tragedy, held onto the now-irreplacable tenets he left in sensitive and/or bright and/or colorful messages and missed his encouragement, which can be recognized now as his teaching on how to make the most of the creative spirit et al. i miss the ability to access his astounding mental library on all things writing-related, and now remember up close and/or from a distance, either way one remembers.

it started as a world-still-sleeping sunny morning and now the reedy wind is rippling through the leaves of the big oak, and the weather report is predicting severe thunderstorms as they might come up suddenly without warning, just like that, in the middle of a pleasant summer day.  i just changed "in the middle of this pleasant..." to "in the middle of a pleasant...", in effect, a precise example of the detail pauls teachings alerted my senses toward discovering. alerted and altered forevermore. 

he was something special. 

gingatao

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what if i always thought in mathematical terms - for instance a fractalistic viewpoint or position. 

or being fracktalistic on the ground straddling two worlds, a good thing imo - it's always heartening to consider other worlds.

like the idea of parallel universes appeals to my sense of balance

cuz otherwise what is all the suffering for, at least for a place where everything went right all the time,
or most of the time.

that place might also have it's notorious wrong events or entities just the way once in a while something really good and important happens to everyone all at once no holds barred except of course if you dont want it (they weave into the fabric of life but stand out embedded pearls and gemstones just the way good news does).

say the balance of having st. therese of the flowers here, would be having hitler there. but alas there is also here. now i'm blundering - first someone who existed on earth for a short season, like a flower, and then someone who lived way too long. that would only be the first iteration - 'first' and 'then' are terms only useful for sequence since time is not linear while language and thought can be but lets say, not for long

Yoko Ono , Sean Lennon on Jimmy Fallon 13 July 2012


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