juniusrapture

still of night and will i see the rainbow when i wake or just the standard iron orbs staring back at me?

True rational in- breaking God (in oddness comes to even the score)..........

old bridge over stream then on to mountaintop where flowing state begins......... a ripple in the water where a frog was known to sound the surface......... old hermit high a- bove the river while a whirl- pool turns in the sky.......... sweet scent of jasmine and a jar of warm breeze will please the queen today......... her stars revolve where a horse comes galloping out of a deep desert......... not a single disk can fill the void but fibo- nacci worms on through.......... radio central requests whatever form of beauty each can share........... the King of Coins rides into the night knowing Full Well where stellar light slips into dark water......... 13 stars are rearranged on the return trip from a future world we'd lost but not forgotten

enigma city soaked in rain but dry as a bone when dealing out pain....... nowhere that Saint Francis knew could play such sax and blow such blues....... as this good herbal jewel on hills where hearts beat hard and have their thrills...... a golden state of mind prevails but only for the ones who sail a- way into the setting sun and what may come be- yond the Waning Day...........

when it flows it reigns rite sound the only way to stop it is to float on down the river where the delta runs right smack into a host of sunny daze and there are natives faring warm and rather restive for the festive to commence and get the ONCE and FUTURE MAGIC BUS re- TUNED and all TRICKED OUT for FURTHER WAXING on the ROAD of HISTORY'S WILD OAT RIDE...............

pigeon holes in frigid air and if you dare to come across as someone rare who mutates without thinking where you'll land and barely giving care to wagon band of hipster snits who shit the rules of fashion out and look at you like you're the lout you'll find that in the long run it was best to be your own Immortal Tool................

ONE WHO KNOWS is a goat that roams widely though not without pausing for reflection.......... There are no "Chosen People" but only innumerable individuals incessantly choosing and that is often annoying enough as it is............

Rousseau certainly sensed that somewhere along the line many humans had started to become corrupt, and he was writing almost 300 years ago, even before the Industrial Revolution and the rise of the ideologically-driven abominations of the 20th century, not to mention the high tech compulsiveness and mindlessness of our own century. If one looks at the rest of the animal kingdom, there is really no parallel to the shit storms that humans have concocted not only for themselves, but for a good part of our fellow creatures as well.* Rousseau's view was that Society i.e. larger and more complex social groups had led to our corruption because in such environments people began to compare themselves to each other and as a consequence began to see each other as superior or inferior to each other, which in turn led to hierarchies and competition run amuck, as each was constantly trying to improve his position on the social ladder. Implicit in his view, I believe, is the idea that at a certain

1) The profane is a sane way of saying what must ever be muttered. 2) Give a raven a plain tortilla and you might get back an extra large burrito with everything and then some. 3) Nonsense is not nothing smelled fresh daily. 4) What you thought were your keys are misplaced on time. 5) If nietzsche was not an improvement on stirner than we may indeed be devolving. 6) Thoreau was a thorn in the side of Everyman. 7) How could Marx have foreseen silicone? 8) California gold may have also thrown him (Marx) off his game (plan). 9) Until about 1930 a socialist utopia was a realizable delusion. 10) Great apes murder and birds can be selfish and greedy as hell, so maybe Rousseau was a bit off the mark re: human beings. 11) Maybe Darwin was an alien sent down as an agent of our induction. 12) Not sure what the last one (above) means, but you can always spit it out and rinse well if you are so inclined.

pigeon holes in frigid air and if you dare to come across as someone rare who mutates without thinking where you'll land and barely giving care to wagon band of hipster snits who shit the rules of fashion out and look at you like you're the lout you'll find that in the long run it was best to be your own Immortal Tool................

a new aeon brain door rainbow where iron wanes and the cage opens up for the bird to bare its song so reign may shine.............

Kurt was terse in sniffing out the need for teens to Rise and Fight and Brighten Up the Blighted Night be- QUEATHED to them by Flabby Boomer Sightless Ghouls who've dropped the Torch and Told them to Fit in and Facing Forward Fill the Tin of Fish who Gladly go to School each Day like Robots wearing Smiles that won't Rub off until the Doomsday Clock has Locked them Out of Class and into Action Ero Genius Greener Rapture where the Rules Arise Organic only After Games Begin and what was Sin is only Laughing Apple that We Bight be- FORE we Grin and Grapple Ever Clever Knightly with the Creepers Now Your Kin..................

passing bell has sounded and what once was seen as hell is now another Dream we chose to wake from............

blowin' horn at break of day the last born jazz man makes it past a part he plays and over into dance of chance un- charted where the rules are made by fools who move their feet and keep the beat from falling lost un- godly to the wayside.........

Rousseau certainly sensed that somewhere along the line many humans had started to become corrupt, and he was writing almost 300 years ago, even before the Industrial Revolution and the rise of the ideologically-driven abominations of the 20th century, not to mention the high tech compulsiveness and mindlessness of our own century. If one looks at the rest of the animal kingdom, there is really no parallel to the shit storms that humans have concocted not only for themselves, but for a good part of our fellow creatures as well.* Rousseau's view was that Society i.e. larger and more complex social groups had led to our corruption because in such environments people began to compare themselves to each other and as a consequence began to see each other as superior or inferior to each other, which in turn led to hierarchies and competition run amuck, as each was constantly trying to improve his position on the social ladder. Implicit in his view, I believe, is the idea that at a certain

Pastora Mary mother of the Odd was maid serene unherded her word however ab- surd it seems bird blue in a bush looking on as scenes unfold the likes of witch with gold rules often go untold un- til at last the time arrives for blending with the quantum reaping cream that still surrounds us from within and calls the cow to join the hawk in spin- ning spirals 'round the point of pine tree top whenever one is lost and out of sorts all prone to first instinctive put the blame on OTHERS for one's pain in- stead of turning lens to where the source was sown our OWN entangled kar- ma yes as corny as it sounds there is no getting 'round the thorny cross- roads where we must decide which way to turn at certain crucial moments that crop up common as the weeds and both cajoling and annoying us as that RAVEN come to give

the land itself will be drastically altered as rivers reconfigure and volcanoes blow their stacks in abundance and the laughing fools will be the ones who rue their days of misspent acquisition and efforts to position themselves in a cause of gain and loss where only they are winners and the sinners who regret their sordid ways and truly seek to change will see such spirits coming 'round the likes of which could only be found before in most uncanny dreamworlds under- ground where nothing's what it seems and life renewed shoots up and through the karmic weeds and burial mounds that cover the plains in all directions.............