It's a sad state of affairs whereby you have to 'poison' yourself in some regard each morning and without fail, just to reach the next sleep cycle and restart the affair. [Usually in a state of anxiety.] I use the term poison dramatically in this sense, albeit technically quite accurate.
What a peculiar Universe.
Observation, June 7th, 2 thousand and twelve. Midday.
The following day, 11:55 AM:
Dictation governed by desire to learn:
W.Burroughs Mid half twentieth century:
"Entering last words of Haasen El Sabahh, the Old Man of the Mountain.:
Listen to my last words anywhere, listen all you boards, government syndicates, nations of the worlds, and you powers behind what filth feels consummated in what laboratory, to take what is not yours to sell out your sons forever. To sell the ground from unborn feet forever. For eve are. Listen to my last words any world. Listen if you value the bodies for which you would sell all souls forever. I bear no sick words, junk words, love words, forgive words from Jesus. I have not come to explain or tidy up. What am I doing over here with the workers, the gooks, the apes, the dogs, the errand boys, the human animals. Why don't I come over to the board and drink coca cola or make it." Now for gods sake don't let that Coca Cola thing out!.
Thing is right!" Mr. Whoever it is Responsible For that who-dunnet;'
Explain how the blood and bones and brains of a hundred million more or less gooks went down the drain in green piss. So you on the board could use bodies and minds and souls that were not yours, that are not yours and never will be yours. You want Haasn Sabbah to explain that? To tidy that up? You have the wrong name and the wrong number Mr. 'Loose' Geddy Lee Rockefeller.
"Don't let them see us don't tell them what we are doing. Are these the words of the all powerful boards and syndicates of the earth? "Don't let them see us don't tell them what we are doing.
"Not the Cancer deal with the venetians?!" Not the Green Deal?"
Don't let that out. "Disaster". Unimaginable disaster. Don't show the map these things take times and that's my business, 'as usual Mr. Loose'? Short time to go minutes to go blue heavy metal people .
"Don't let that our don't let that out!? Don't show them the blues!'
What shall I do on this day cold, rotten day?
What a peculiar Universe.
Observation, June 7th, 2 thousand and twelve. Midday.
The following day, 11:55 AM:
Dictation governed by desire to learn:
W.Burroughs Mid half twentieth century:
"Entering last words of Haasen El Sabahh, the Old Man of the Mountain.:
Listen to my last words anywhere, listen all you boards, government syndicates, nations of the worlds, and you powers behind what filth feels consummated in what laboratory, to take what is not yours to sell out your sons forever. To sell the ground from unborn feet forever. For eve are. Listen to my last words any world. Listen if you value the bodies for which you would sell all souls forever. I bear no sick words, junk words, love words, forgive words from Jesus. I have not come to explain or tidy up. What am I doing over here with the workers, the gooks, the apes, the dogs, the errand boys, the human animals. Why don't I come over to the board and drink coca cola or make it." Now for gods sake don't let that Coca Cola thing out!.
Thing is right!" Mr. Whoever it is Responsible For that who-dunnet;'
Explain how the blood and bones and brains of a hundred million more or less gooks went down the drain in green piss. So you on the board could use bodies and minds and souls that were not yours, that are not yours and never will be yours. You want Haasn Sabbah to explain that? To tidy that up? You have the wrong name and the wrong number Mr. 'Loose' Geddy Lee Rockefeller.
"Don't let them see us don't tell them what we are doing. Are these the words of the all powerful boards and syndicates of the earth? "Don't let them see us don't tell them what we are doing.
"Not the Cancer deal with the venetians?!" Not the Green Deal?"
Don't let that out. "Disaster". Unimaginable disaster. Don't show the map these things take times and that's my business, 'as usual Mr. Loose'? Short time to go minutes to go blue heavy metal people .
"Don't let that our don't let that out!? Don't show them the blues!'
What shall I do on this day cold, rotten day?