Asinine

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Below is a sample of writing in which I did not try to create lines or sentences or coherence, did not avoid rhyme or meaning (although I may have dodged a couple mentions of touchy subjects).  More automatic than any recent item.  Some cleanup of spelling slips and misplaced dots was done.  Following further down I will convert it into mysterious poetry.

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u12

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Trip fall slower slower loose wire under time 1 2 under time 1 2 synth beat true under wire under wire bra thinking nothing certain no time rock hendrix funk under time sequence one whale while the stripling minister irritant one while 2 file nine times nine my father’s eyes under the nine lines.  Pieces fated to slowly fall but nine times in ten we hit the wall but whales whiles never set me free.  No body’s sequence No bodies in here. No body’s sequence. No truth to sainted fail bing bang bong rip, rip hard the bong.  Dither Dither Hither & Thither. Mind you Minds aren’t in the mines the mines just blow your leg off.  Minimal icing in treacle road but no one knows strepling, no. Time for me to hit the sack hit it back hit it hard no one  knows no no one knows.  We are not quite there no.  But [name removed] the crack, the crack through the walls are iterated true but.  Item 2 the queue is empty.  Nothing left to say Item three its in a tree the secret mystery time but monkey’s the steal the beans the magic beans.  Tripartite sequestration No time No time.  Where are we?  Under a rock?  Trapped in a clock.  The clock-consciousness.  Tick Tock the Timer beating down our peace

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u13

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fall slower loose wire

under time 1 2 under time 1 2

thinking nothing certain no time under time 2

one whale while the one while 2 file nine

nine times nine the lies the lies nine times nine the lies

pieces fated slowly fall nine in ten they hear the call

no truth in lies no truth in sainted fail

and there was no truth in him

dither dither hither and thither mind

you

mines aren’t in the minds they simply blow your leg off

time for me my time hit

hit it back hit it hard no one  knows no no one knows

item 2 the queue is empty no time no time

nothing left to say

Tick Tock The Timer, Beating Down our Peace

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imgs CC BY-SA 2.0:

Playing with sparklers on the beach

stream with rocks

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