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All that is gold does not glitter,
               Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
               Deep roots are not reached by frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
               A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
               The crownless again shall be king.

Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring, pg. 167

Familiar names in unfamiliar places, pandering bodily vices, impressing upon
exclusive company the importance of personal contributions made
to the society of statistical similarity.  Tight-lipped
conspirators inhibit scarily unknown creative entrepreneurs
who threaten customary security.  “What does this mean?”
is an all too common questionable thought that betrays confident
omniscience in the land of Droid® look-ups, a reusable rectangular reference
material that places mad confidence in an uncrackably expensive bill-maker
essentially still running on portable coal exhaust, hydrolic fracturing
via hydrolytic fractals splitting mathematically symbolic hypersymmetry,
repatterning parts, obfuscating verisimilitude in order to recondition
rethought.  Looking at life through a lens of wavy celerity, quickening
footsteps shuffle ma.y styc through  the crowd…
ethereal currents              running wire
through atmosphere.  Anecdotal evidence proves dental filling
antennae receiving radio transmission…now receiving data
over 4G cerebral rearrangement streamlined for higher
levels of data analysis through central nervous Sysco® systems,
modern cyborgs pirate access to streaming media every
waking moment in modern spiritual robot dreams.

It is never myself alone, it is always God, working with the
body, Jesus, through the Spiritual awareness inherent within us all
called by Christians, the Holy Ghost,
 “For the perfecting of the saints
for the work of the ministry for the edifying of the body
of Christ until we all come in the unity of faith and the
knowledge of the Son of God, unto a perfect man, unto the measure
of the stature of the fullness of Christ that we henceforth be no
more children tossed to, fro, and carried about with every wind if
doctrine by the sleight of men’s cunning craftiness whereby
they lie in wait to deceive but speaking the truth in love
may grow up into him in all things, which is the head, even Christ,
from whom the whole body fitly joined together and compacted by that
which every joint supplieth according to the effectual working in the
measure of every part maketh increase of the body unto the edifying of
itself in love.  This I say therefore, and testify in the Lord,
that ye henceforth walk not as other Gentiles walk, in the vanity
of their mind, having understanding darkened, being alienated
from the life of God through the ignorance that is in them,
because of the blindness of their heart: Who being past feeling
have given themselves over unto lasciviousness, to work all uncleanness
with greediness.”  Ephesians 5:12-19

Cigarettes serve as sensory isolators, enhancing sight, sound, at the expense
of taste.  Retribution, be swift for exercise of mental vanity.
I do all things not to edify self, but by He who sent me, I humble myself,
I am made humble
by overstating
my own self-
righteousness.
I am made
more perfect
not through
my pride
but through
my suffering.
Not through
fulfillment
of fleshly
lusts.  Man for others
died for our sins, died for us, for those
who may never know the difference
between life and life eternal.
I get close, close to understanding,
before I exceed in exalting myself, falsely
believing for a second that by some magic I make myself superior.
In the pursuit of something more, something else must always be lost.
Case in point…spun…swirling vomit…flush…chain smoking on
Phen-Phen®…puking capicola salami…chasing the past-past
repast back up memory purge.  “How I Met Your Mother” video
stimulation, so sick…all better.  The Hell, the Love, set
by and by in contrast.  Why does it seem that the Love came
first?  The faster fall, set against the slow struggle to
archive the vicious loss and the fleeting temptations set to
chase those reminiscent feelings set to the inevitable pain associated
with their removal, with nostalgia, using words to represent, poorly, what is past
instead of setting forth action for improvements.
How we squander our freedom; pulling boundaries inward from
the inside Pulk Pulk…reflecting on a distant point in a
hall of mirrors, telescopic microscopy mirrors.  Imagine self
electric and eternal…so big, so small…curious.  If only…
if only…alien planes, alien brains always better, unidentifiably flying on grander scales…
an interactive place and time with unclaimed control.
Drugs (such as these grapes) change interactive modalities
cascades chemical chimera, metamorphic
realms patent escape into unfamiliar realities,
dissimilar experiences unlike anything I’ve
seen produced before in effect.  Stumbling on
manufactured pollutants for a type of tolerable imbalance,
inhibition thrown off to my own detriment, a caustic interval of internal
torment, putting biologic response to the test, unnecessarily, for kicks,
because masochism feels freakishly right given the present
circumstances beyond my control, currently, like cold weather.
My stomach is a pit full of foreboding and my body is a light mass
for shadowing anything that I touch between the most potent source of light
proximate to the most moveable mass and myself.  I appreciate the cup
proximate to my most moveable mass, full of water, density approximately
one.  Angels hover high above in high spirits, everything is
alright, so I have faith, so I trust in Christ Jesus, my body.
“But what things I gain to me, those I counted loss for Christ.” Philippians 3:7
Wherefore I confuse myself, exerting my will for a temporary thrill
against nature.  Brought up in a land of artifice, nature seems
a crumbling patchwork, a mosaic born of rubble, Bam-Bam’s daddy.

For here I am - to measure and raise those things forgotten, bringing
back the beard both for and against vanity, depending on the strength
of mind growing out of love, geared toward self-abasement.
Mental crutches built from tears, saws, deconstructions, and weeping
banana-brained cuckoos cavorting upon perches high above the rest
of those mad birds bent on worms for feeding the baby cheep,
cheep go those hatchlings from the nest, who have no means of
mastery of flight, yet.  Eccentric experience: as we being to
define ourselves, who we are, what our needs be, niching
what it is we do, and thus separating ourselves from the entirety
of what it is to exist as we all do together and do all those things we
know not what, yet try to define as we go along the boundaries
of what we know to be true and be comfortable with.  Abuse,
that frustrated fist fails to recognize the source of evil and
the origin of anger are flying fingers, turned against and
turned toward the passive resistor (Ohm’s components)***
Every day Gandhi fought desires to physically fight, was he mentally conflicted?
William S. Burroughs asserts that our mind transcends space and time, physically divested,
as would Vonnegut, and many other religious anthropologists.  Filing cabinets, order,
structure, and sequence impart personal interrelation referenced to linearly
integrate a volumetric verisimilitude of functional forms
flowing about moments intermingling [like] psychedelic bubbles blowing
and floating about a backdrop mural wall complete with sounds of music,
motors, and speech painted with most intricate shading available to
my human eyes.  My homemade haberdashery: needs and nettles
bleed bionic spinning hellions, devise kinetics put to potential;
schizoid voices put to discernable speech.  What could I do better?
Physical herrings push breastlessness; rampant ideologues
refresh stale sensibilities with nonsense.
“Rejoice evermore.
Pray without ceasing.
In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ
Jesus concerning you.
Quench not the Spirit.
Despise not prophesying.
Prove all things; hold fast that which is good.
Abstain from all appearance of evil.
And the very God of peace sanctify you wholly; and I pray God
your whole spirit and soul and body be preserved blameless unto
the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ.
Faithful is he that calleth you, who also will do it.
Brethren, pray for us.
Greet all the brethren with an holy kiss.
I charge you by the Lord that this epistle be read unto all the
holy brethren.
The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you.  Amen.”
I Thessalonians 5:16-28
“Mortify therefore your members which are upon the earth; fornication,
uncleanness, inordinate affection, evil concupiscence, and covetousness,
which is idolatry: For which things’ sake the wrath of God cometh
on the children of disobedience: In which ye also walked some time,
when ye lived in them.  But now ye also put off all these; anger,
wrath, malice, blasphemy, filthy communication out of your mouth.
Lie not one to another, seeing that ye have put off the old man
with his deeds; And have put on the new man, which is renewed
in knowledge after the image of him that created him: Where there
is neither Greek nor Jew, circumcision nor uncircumcision, Barbarian,
Scythian, bond nor free: but Christ is all, and in all.  Put on
therefore, as the elect of God, holy and beloved, bowels of mercies,
kindness, humbleness of mind, meekness, longsuffering; Forbearing
one another, and forgiving one another, if any man have a quarrel
against any: even as Christ forgave you, so also do ye.”
Colossians 3:5-13
“And above all these things put on charity, which is the bond of perfectness.”
Colossians 3:14

The mathematical mosaics in which we believe imparts virtue, fills the gaps
with the stuff of integrity.  When we imagine our gods to be godless
heathens, we are still ourselves fulfilling prophetic proverb.  We become the
unguarded, fearful of inherent potential, set to pain, lookout ahead!
What I feel are these feelings, what I see is this suffering, what I
wish for, bananas: banishment from thee for seeing how much
thou hast taken without my knowing.  You hear me not.  Because you
desire pleasure in the form of the company of many women, you shall
not be satisfied because you remember not the spirits of the company
of which they bring.  Out of complacent lust and desire not for the
betterment of thine own perfection, you remain in unsatisfied judgment of
the ones you’re with.  Exercise fulfillment is a run in the park.
               Of the variety of miraculous passages to pass
               the tree of moderation, moderate to excess,
               the law upholder needs a law breaker to chase.
               Once troublemakers obey, problemsolvers invent.
               He who desires simplicity must be willing to sacrifice, to work.
               Food providers, water wheelers, specialized trainers, sans dealers.
               Dealers huddle within the coziest positions, prefortified
               escarpments, mozy on down eroding roads in need of
seasonal upkeep.  Nature, however, rejuvenates Herself without external aid.
Survival is a mechanism; luxury a kill-switch.  As I abide, my elder decomposing,
reigning in my lifespan, my life spans a cigarette.  Now I linger like a woozy aftertaste,
my fingers malinger over this area, my enclosed space.  [Tiny Taza, here I come!]