The pin doll seemed to encapsulates
And be what it's pinner is
After all these strangled attempted at tearing corn from the cob
Only from the camping texture of teeth.
Will things really get better? I wondered.
Though many forgot there is a huge difference between psychology and dreams.

Malnourishment also known as the eaten jaw
by iron bar and fans
      that crowd around
and get    him    

   pushed,
further into demand -

as they do this
they think of little old ladies
who
to
keep their lives
they'd keep safe

but in outer space
there's
no
worthwhile currency
or a dangerous arrogance

i am an object in time and space
(another word for the place is the matrix)
j u s t
some
     where else
where you continually spin out and they want you to totally break down

But they've always rubbed it in our faces
for the equals of us; more ignorance, more oblivious
so much of it subliminally though
that by fighting the system froma baby (Yes I'm christ) i promise you'll become *******.

Well, it's like the AC/DC song goes isn't it?
'It's a lie...and that's the truth.'...

I've always trusted my instincts and that has never been for fun.

but if someone came up to me one day and said, this is your mental prison, this is your soul death, this is your dawdry ******* and at other times **** body then they before i could realise they had a gun even shot me

Well, it depends on who did it and why.
penalised by the justice system mainly
a race track which we all aspire to trundle round a race trac now the sympathy for our kind has gone
and there's just something about cars that always creates discrepancies between perception and technique - which you woud only ever think of in truth as same other, what I consider to be dangerous forms of transport)
but you're long gone mentally
as soon it's been sorted out
your cash flow, direct debit, benefits, council tax housing and all of that.
i always try to grab their attention when coming somewhere new
and even if naivety and friendliness didn't so vindictively differ
am i the one loosing? for trust and counting dollars?

******* not included
In treasury treasts of treasonic trests.
Choose they say choose but we can't identify a squeeze of moral out of you
Wo we assume you're retards who think we have to ***** in a coffin to die.
Chess mate! Chess mate! The loonatics are running the zoo again. While my therapist warbles her goodbyes and hellos with just one minute in between. I grab her rust in a desperate act to counteract the loneliness. Just to confirm I'm in the right track for securing my mental health and also charm. As we are all being filmed. *****. Poonanny Lord God Jesus. Love from Amy stares.

It can get caught...
up in the motions
foe before friendly
staking odds on the un random
triangular spit *** internship
father figures die and denial
thats fatherhood

what you think we broke our necks
to emancipate your illl perceived
enchantment of you, being the slave...?
tHe faith bellows - beloest the argonaouts of duty
chip pinching
a seagull landing

flashes of ultimate bible misuse
and i mean the holy bible not scriptures. this duty is to aggravate the citizens of optical illusions
gobbled up by the phlosopher before t becomes tight
like a childs ******
i mean, the first thing I think about that, when t crop up in my mind, id how do they even maneuver that?

tHey must have such loss of Love in their lives.
unless t's part of a Network
in which case the network
just becomes the next work and the surrealism
of those who hide it
are no longer aggrieved when in
Matetueses
The arms were waving wildly in the air as the policce threatened her with pepper spray - because at that moment, that very oiint and moment thee evidence, uh, no, well yeah, we had it... It was all there.sO now I don't define tragedy as something to be empathized with but called rotten lazy peculiar just anything but empathy.
these mental patients just cant deal with it.



seagull landing

Sideways trajectories
never want to be the hunted

sorry they say, but there's only another question in it jacked and marmionismed - rubber earth javigating the june of goons, less news on tv
and not to forget that Netflix (which quickly broke)
I suppose ike a promise
a mutual understanding that however hard we push they must disintegrate . it cannot be done by force
and this is how they maintain their status qua understanding, jabbernaut
cloaks of division, as much as conscience, innocence and knowledge

yeah @go  on then dad throw  another buckeet of mouldy conscience at me, from the insided, make it hurt **** you're always happpy being master of the honest Godesss but it wont be real its not real if you're there because I believe in kive and you need to get away frim my love, concsience and morality, because right now; they're not my oen WHat do you exoext em to do? sit around anpretend that <i>youre</i> real? Because not to gi too deepy into philosophy, ou seem to be repeating yoursef Now, i believe in  and I have God to thank for, well he's told me a sorts f things about you. only an extremely top motch clever, high status but moral juudge can make the judgment regarding what exact harm you have caused e and wether  (if he rules my dad and mother who ***** me as a toddler  are still allow them to see me) then what sort og guarantee there is for me not knowing exact who they qre not having them invited into my life, even if it's by other authorities If I ever make it as a lawyer I'd like to work with you one day

discyclical incentive
boredoms investment
in victories lap

castric effelemblem
   oikism
operating
visa vis *******

Why have faith?
In a christian goodness that has spoiled itself
undeniable road rage,
pool tables, and quiet that only has it's release  -
in the understood hours.
the understood hours that are wasted in explaining themselves
to be
again
the understood hours.

not that there is any miscommunication here
just wasted time.

On top of the twilight
the ambush deserts us

enclosing the bitter grace of nostalgia
that comes when we're looking the other day
nibbling on the reduced baskets full and then empty

but when the gorgeous stalin figures
disdain they're in atrophy
and know what it means

well there's always another excuse isn't there...

a jolt to the named remembrance of atone deaf mind.

My beauty spots
Go through seasons
Miles of skin
At different times
Scratched away

Music stripping away my identity
That's some facade
Like a woven basket
Tossed to the side
Too claim it's goodies

Unmalleable institutions
Of the mind
Trying to crack sense here
Trying to break the explanation there

It was Always a suppose
That gathered string inevitably
At all times
Physically speaking

But I don't believe in s science
Or maths

They can take the tractor and count
Sugar cane

Because without each other they lack a style

permanent sadness
refuses to go,
  To be whole,
To
Solidify.

Everyone around
me
Has their own goal
And is pursuing
Dispirit...is my hope an illusion?

have the people in
my life
Just been actors...?and the few good ones
Adjusters?
I am full of answers
So don't understand why
I even ask these questions.
Suppose I am just
happy when I write,
but just wish it would always
Bear a cost for me.

Poonanny Amen Christian God

Delusion digs deep

The map uncoils inintravenously
and whistleblowers the minors lap
of trigonometry into a burning forest plane.

such a waste of poetics!

but if they're robot Gods, and we're robots? Well then, well - surely we - we are, uh, the same anyway?

colourful grandmaster placed across the ceiling
diatribe curb assey plant ******
thinking its still training day.
steal love is the first step

:-again and again
is what will keep on gaining acheiving in the present


and less of this *** stuff please  dhaki.that.

Tooth seems to be  a popular word in poetry
like there was someone called ruth who was a goddess
like some in ethnic tribes,
roofers build tipis
like roofies can make the heat blunder
It's usually just there to represent the word root though.
Ah, I see.

Christened by the wind
Causing an eye to look more carefully at her


As subliminal arguments confer
The cover that concealed her perfection was sugar that was all encompassing
The rats loved buwhen looking at the exhilarating xenophobia. Sarcasm intended, still my hand is not my own. Mammy. Beep beep
Mee Naw mee everybody minding their own business otherwise

Poo God

Ûrs I won?

All heartbreak is a bit pretentious
it irks, and facilitates distance
from it's objects of devotion
it is effort tripled
because you're starting
   to loose grip
on the fact
that effort was more
once or twice

It's all part of a set up
and I'm doing a terrible job at being sane
around it.

Sanity is much more obituary
it keeps it's own nails clean
and denies any form of truth.
Stereotypical sanity anyway

Frame the wal
bunch up the upholstery
do a quick to do list
do a little free fall in your mind
bargain straight
uphold notions that are visceral relatively
this goes for hear, touch, tase and physical pain
not forgetting (never forgetting)
frustration too
if it doesn't look like the hat on the banker from monopoly
then give him dreadlocks instead
he doesn't want you yo attend his parties
yet otherwise he's nice to your face
typical racists
i wouldn't want to hae *** with anyone cool anyway
there was a time.. but i *** 31
You have to grow up and start taking responsibilities one day
even though you wont appreciate these words they're more special to me then any of you
despite me pretending to like you
amen Lord Amen Aphrodite

Change reveals itself in a gown to not make mistakes
'heads up! one mafia member siad to another' i heard but it wasn't anything to do with me, so I just ignored it. The changing nature of our television hardwiring and constant brain seizing, anda variable of infinite extremely low frequencies which are only, received by those who can hear them. In telephone wires. In microwaves; through the walls, under your own brain structure, in the pit of your soul. ******* aliens for being so selfish. humans need each other more than all this stupid music you create. halelujah :) thanks Apollo x

a bright, dusted, parrot looking butterfly
swung by, past one side of my cheek, then the other - then round up past my head, where it blew about a bit like a dementia riddled dog with wings for a while.

Then vanished over the roof top.

Floating respendently
Looking for the right angle
Masochism melts as it sneezes in the moody growler
Of non concentric brawl

A beware of infinitude
Not taken seriously by a pint glass
Scornful when normally distant look upon her
Imposter case
Thatatat.
Not a case of imposter syndrome.

Telephone slightly off the hook, miss Jefferson took a competent whack at putting it straight. Unfinished business, frequently results in misconception, which those on the other end of communication are then further subjugated to a lack pf understanding. Through manipulation, propaganda and patterns, sometimes just a misunderstanding of oneself, can be the cause of things seeming or even being out of sync with the surrounding world. But then you must ask what is it about me that makes this so? is it the buttery fingers of spirit at times? Or the miscalculation of events and dates when one grows older? Is it getting so **** near to something before being antagonized and then becoming nothing more than a victim of the system? I beleive every soul is stronger than the system. it just sometimes takes time and alot of patience - first to just put it out of your mind; and then play long. even if you make mistakes, just focuss on what you're good at - Even if you get bored  as long as your not sabotaging your cause, you can play youre ignorance up for fun. Or just generally attract attention from hidden cameras satellites and the like. I enjoy miming out my musical tastes when it comes to cameras. **** everyone else. So much is changing, and I'm hardly noticing it, I guess because i'm not on the stage of full operations. And if I was it wouldn't work. But to be honest it is a bit offensive having a peadophile represent the changes I want to make to the world.
in fact I imagine alot of world leaders aer peadophiles, they are aliens after all...

So that's another fact getting high makes me realize, they're inside my brain in every way there is too. A fact to be swept under the carpet. Thaaat.

Larry as he was so cumbersly to the doctor called
Had lacerations that extended beyond the meaning of the word.
He had a little black goat that he called Harry, who the thatatat doctor would pet and call Harry Potter.
Such gaily terms for a situation as problematic as Larry's.
The end

To know what erudition is
it to chauffer a led of clothes into a basket.

And with they don't played fool
there will not be no picnic in the park
of functionally wrong hospitals, or imaginary power

pOOyEs I'M talKiNg T you GODs, is IT irRItating. Oh yeah, you can reads minds ca;t you?
Oh yes, thaTS Why I came here isn't it? long lost from (f they're still alive) still griveing family.

Amen.

a group of bakers
lest they go down the ***** wonka shoot
may argue that , the fairest... of all bread<i>winners/i> is
can we be complacent in order of her/his/them/they/theirs place.

i, however, discard the notion of ownership all together and tell them politely that they've invented their own myths and they're coming true.
in WHICH CASE...THEY ARE, AT RISK, YES.

petitions for Trasaclandism
swimming in the wee and rock waters
giving nothing that a nobody would want to watch
noone that she new though.

Robot brain
wont admit
it's a robot. It enwuires, has seizures, anomalysis currency
and it alwys the first leg against the wall

kicking it hard
this leg
trying to be distinct
from the robotic brain

the colposcopies failure
warmongering
amidst the deceased
the surroundings, themselves, who are allowed to think

boarding the ship
sll the women chased their fantasy
and fortunately it wasn't t titanic

not like **** fantasies,
doodling, rudeness, or deriding
the very real problem of evil.

Amen Lord. Amen Apollo. Amen Zeus. Amen Hades. Amen Apollo. Amen zeus. Amen Hades. amen Aphrodite. Amen skeletons. men joy. Amen humanity. men Hermes. Amen Zeus. Amen ra. Amen Apollo. Amen Hercules. Amen Athena. Amen Hercules. Amen God. amen Jesus Christ. Amen Artemis.  Amen Etkin.

Is it a gene gone wrong?
Maybe saying the wrong words to Grandma in the care home last time I saw her?
Is it a monopoly of aliens battling for my limbs?
An august heat held too tightly to the chest?
Concentric combustion?

No it's more like a love I don't want
An essential island foregone to itself by what it makes of itself.
It's an onion.
A gesture that's been held up by the victorious who pretend.
It's the changing fractions which wear and tear over time
But never wreck the whole pictures.

Secrets must be born out of privacy
And a little trust from that he alchemic
(I will grow in my knowledge of magic)
And learning to hate everyone you come into contact with
As a true legal (not legacy) reflection of whether they're honest or not.
To make the bluebells put their heads up
For the budlia to be grumpy at the sensitivity of butterflies
For the crocodile to escape fate


Amen God

Al the times I loved with a 'phew'
I suppose i was an exchange
more than me givbg something back to you

As the night shift settles
of course wer'e all
in front of the tv again
its much more freindly today
which questions what i commented on yesterday


now i 'want people to think that i am spoiled
i do at times put the work in
yet neer seem to get direct applause

not saying that's what i want though
an office job would be nice
but;;-:as I have the whole world after me
I guess it's mental hospitals for life
unless the system takes the advice i've given it
to be so much more pragmatic
then I could probably have some form of normal life

At least one on my home planet.

Deep in the health
of a trillion pounds of health
masters go looking for their wealth
Was ****** there? was JF Kennedy there?
I've seen a lot of famous people. Maybe.
I'm not sure they realise what kind of **** they're in
just by being around me.
Unless they're just making my schizophrenia worse.

arcane chummy chaotic voice
never cut short at the vowel
but where apt is there

Ideas like swans,
their stillness just
an illusion

As they paddle
beneath
the surface of the water

Just as I float by listening to this song
I based this writing on.

Yeah, I'm out here in the desert somewhere listening to dance music, it's propoganda, but is very  catchy and involves ***. What should I do C.I.A?

Oh, leave it to me, you at the top are;...- you're nonsense.

Traipsing through daisies fields
Today didn't like the look of the clouds.
They were too pastelly
Too unforgiving to the gods

Dear God, sometimes subtlety can be a problem,.because it allows for all.kinds of nooks and crannies to be exploited. But then with freedom it can just flow of your hand and on the streets you haven't got to worry about labeling yourself. Or neither something like when freedom is suddenly retracted

The brightest stars burn out
Chasing a reflection

Or maybe just one idea in their heads
Or an entire war.


Noone is held under examination
Because they get, they just get okay -
That the light's too much

Pesdophilia is a wildly, beastish, zesty if you want to call it monstrous, widely given label to anyone and everything when a child gets ***** or goes missing. Favoritism in the house becomes suspect, and according to TV programmes if they don't go missing or are 'just' *****, the child isn't listened to either. Because chances are, they already had a Freudian complex in the first place.....which can't be downplayed.
And when in violent families, childrens social workers are usually all aliens walking around pretending to be a human.
And I should add there's a lot of conspiracy theories about children going missing as they've been abducted by aliens. And then keep them confused. Poonanny God. So I don't know what the **** that starmaker book by Olaf Stapleton is about. More controversy he was trying to invoke for the future I expect. So the very real aliens, who I'm trying to fully expose, can make a certain escape. Blade of grassiness God

Pesdophilia is a wildly, beastish, zesty if you want to call it monstrous, widely given label to anyone and everything when a child gets ***** or goes missing. Favoritism in the house becomes suspect, and according to TV programmes if they don't go missing or are 'just' *****, the child isn't listened to either. Because chances are, they already had a Freudian complex in the first place.....which can't be downplayed.
And when in violent families, childrens social workers are usually all aliens walking around pretending to be a human.
And I should add there's a lot of conspiracy theories about children going missing as they've been abducted by aliens. And then keep them confused. Poonanny God. Do I don't know what the **** that book by Olaf Stapleton is about. More controversy he was trying to invoke for the future I expect. So the very real aliens, who I'm trying to fully expose, can make a certain escape.

Genius, someone once
Told me, is where
You do something
Significant
(Although I know
he meant fame worthy)
To influence our -
- out of
Balanced world of overrun
Thesis. A lateral sweepstake
Ignoramus' not getting
To the point
Of pricelessness
And all sorts of
Languages that
Come and slap each other
On the back.

There's a difference between going forwards
And unrendering something predictable
As a cause

There's no propoganda in flight for instance
But this loss can be substituted for clearance

Thoughts aren't real, except if you've believed
In them ever

And prisms just like prisons can be wary of the little things

Sauntering and not giving a **** about sublimity
Can make life shine

Poonanny humanity. Poonanny God, who I pray puts a poonanny humanity on all my prayers to him. Poonanny God. Poonanny humanity :)

the tower bells ring out
all floundering,
a tide takes all
feverishly, to the coast

and, in a manner
there should be a why
Why do people play football?
Is it because
they've cast  they've
pretended to cast their
livelihoods into the back of a net?
Why do children grow up
to ask less questions as teenagers? that, poonanny Lord
Is it an an intimate thing
that it drew attention thaaat, poonanny God
to the unweeded garden?

thaaaat, poonanny God

the apocalypse,
if noone listens then
no one will listen
now.
so lets veil ourselves
as a curb
weighed down upon
by the present
because we lifted
our heavy eyelids
and saw nothing.


except for a pretty sunset
shaking it's golden excess
into the beyond

where I stop to think
upon magic
but I don't know
if there's any evidence
for it.

Abow the common pavement
there is a still justice
which when targeted
accusations against it are dismissed

we may as well live in the sand
not as separate countries
as politics tels up about the notion
and then monsters who live in the shadows
make sure the corruption is maintained

but if we stood for each other, comunally
and all decided on what was fair law, again, comunally
not forgetting to put into disrepute all powerful, mind controlling, abusive, obsessive, can do attitude (talk about true but fake), looking like everything should look like authorities...

There once wa a season, and it was long and musty.
No rugs laid on my carpet,
I looked at the result minimalistically.

when a cats corpse dries up
and it's stiffness doesn't startles you
well taking pride in not being shocked  it would be
would be normal.

So ong as it fitted into a world that wasn't just a dream, at least the memory of the event afterwards taking place in a dream.

Because the harshness of those memories in a dream, are plainly unworkable.

All  I remember is big Emmanuel.


saying on the way to the - next -
hospital 'I know the truth'.

My ego is ragin
my parents gave me nothing to believe in
this is a season
a season for more belittling
a scene for more work fitting
an event for superstition
a season for reading
poonanny Lord God on high...

inx djun yghfor(aus)  elimile rarch tytubbul satre hevo (ean) croosh badanan vealifo coause drszi demon off. out.

manasticks, dreal, buethmlu(s), cruncks, ful belly, ecstatum, ulbama, eirich, madness, blight upon the blot, cassery cassererry?, penal system, brergog, jmaffield,  that, tied, tried, master of puppets.

Poonanny Lord.

The cratsmanship of the body
trecangles ebelie gordon(gun)
ph 10.10.8,140305-8...2014...5679857601...111
cerebling like a gatteux
with cake crumbling off the sodes
fixed to you r chest ike hard boiled agg shells
that get stuck on the egg
infilatrated I was once more, by the confucion/distinction
between God and power
and the suits thar they wear
to cover up all their other little atoms.


feasting you might call it
as the gawping , like degradation
was the sarangetti stands tall


What can I say to make my words sound more profound oh God help me with this for poo ever nanny.


the light in the dark room shone normally, not a blink from passers by, as one tends to look up at dark windows more than light ones in the evening; Then at night vice versa. I guess we all look for what we want. Whether that be in the form of justice, exercise, socializing, or even understanding.

There's no particular motive for wandering past and looking up at strangers windows. i wouldn't say it was even curiosity as it's sort of done out of habit.

I feel terribly for animals stuck in zoos. NO freedom, constant frustration. And the so called zooo staff, as psychic aliens, knowing exactly what they feel, and savouring every moment of their torture. If they're on tv you might even here them say 'sorry' but it'll be out of context, and they wont mean it.

I can hear one of my rapists voice outside my door, there's not much choice I have in my attitude towards him, because all of the human information has been drowned out of me in an alien way. hello back to you you cheating ****.

I'll have to admit at sometime
that there are celebrities in my life
although i've never felt like one
and i believe that to be factually right

If we're all connected
Why this disparity between inside
And
Inside

And to give medicine only occasionally!
If at all!
It's torture!
Help me!

Into the vortex
The past swells like a baffoon
As if we had no right anyway
To be creative with a zoom

can you not discern between a schizophrenic and reality....?

Explicit vision of fruitless gods
Started with giant amphibian frogs
Galloping steeds throughout the land
Couldn't contain the truth in their hands

And so the gods made other plans
To inhabit the nooks and crannies
Of altruism, floating through the upper
Lands
Until they could be altruistic

Poonanny gods and Godesses everywhere
Amen Lord

Ferocious faculties  enact the velocity, polarity and barometry of facts.
can't take one in
can't put one back

I'd rather carry a backpack
full of thing i'll loose
because regardless of whether I remember
them or not
i'll know that they were true.



Excrellent God!