On 29 April 2013 15:01, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com
wrote:
Just
to ack now ledge a gorgeous latest post SURPRISE of 'MAGNIFICATION'.
I was thought-vibing that would be a good next post but forgot to type the thought but moo got it anyway (Channel 16 heat your art out)...
Methinks this doth open radical innovative avenues and considering the mound of brushwork at our disposal.
Spectral textural revolutions.
Not to mention (why not?) to be able to zoom surrenderish into mystic eyes mouths and hair of holy shamanak indian women [forthcoming - ed] notwithstanding such windows of the soul to be confined in pyramids.
Eye have spoken. (13)!
Though i say so myself being still as yet a little bleary from mittag reveille. Having despite yesterday's northerly, gone on the garden anyway
and dug and
slugged and lugged mounds and shovelfuls of earthmoving compost blending,
and
yellow clay sediment upheaving chopping and pasting, and calling a spade a
spade for want of a better worm, resulting in another well made bed.
woW moo’s video of structural collapse and subsequent architextural rebirth sounds like art following function in action and wondering if the innovative windproof window material of transmuted paper would involve varnish perhaps? [yes it would - moo] Talk about dimension shift! Well they do don't they?
How to get to the bottom of all this suspense and trouble of treble bluffing memes like Y2k (Y not?),911 ("speaking..") , 11-11-11 and so on ('soon' being the carrot to beat us with and never mind the elusive present), fake false flags fluttering, banks undermined and insane skyscraping vertical empires sprouting mushroomlike and toppling of dominoes moronically built on stilts on silt of shifting flood plain sand all lost empires of Moronia.
The indians knew better. They retreated to the rocks and returned in Spring to plant in rejuvenated alluvial silt in synch with seasons.
And the poor planet herself with only a skimpy shift to go around in. Otherwise totally exposed as run by crooks and seditious syndicates perennially proposing perverted puppet presidents setting precedents and reinventing reverse psychopathy hammered into law on the brutal anvil of bribed justice.
"OK so whadya do with a lost populace of poisoned dumbed down freaked out sheep proliferating lambs to the slaughter already? It wasn't my idea i'm 'just doing my job', gotta put food on the table it's the law yuh know. Aw gimme a break!
Which reminds me, i haven't had breakfast and it's afternoon already. Must go and attend to the dandelions i'll extrapolate later.
Much love and keep pushing PEACE ON TERRA.
Angelically magnificent!
~~~rainbowmaker.
I was thought-vibing that would be a good next post but forgot to type the thought but moo got it anyway (Channel 16 heat your art out)...
Methinks this doth open radical innovative avenues and considering the mound of brushwork at our disposal.
Spectral textural revolutions.
Not to mention (why not?) to be able to zoom surrenderish into mystic eyes mouths and hair of holy shamanak indian women [forthcoming - ed] notwithstanding such windows of the soul to be confined in pyramids.
Eye have spoken. (13)!
Though i say so myself being still as yet a little bleary from mittag reveille. Having despite yesterday's northerly, gone on the garden anyway
and dug and
slugged and lugged mounds and shovelfuls of earthmoving compost blending,
and
yellow clay sediment upheaving chopping and pasting, and calling a spade a
spade for want of a better worm, resulting in another well made bed.
woW moo’s video of structural collapse and subsequent architextural rebirth sounds like art following function in action and wondering if the innovative windproof window material of transmuted paper would involve varnish perhaps? [yes it would - moo] Talk about dimension shift! Well they do don't they?
How to get to the bottom of all this suspense and trouble of treble bluffing memes like Y2k (Y not?),911 ("speaking..") , 11-11-11 and so on ('soon' being the carrot to beat us with and never mind the elusive present), fake false flags fluttering, banks undermined and insane skyscraping vertical empires sprouting mushroomlike and toppling of dominoes moronically built on stilts on silt of shifting flood plain sand all lost empires of Moronia.
The indians knew better. They retreated to the rocks and returned in Spring to plant in rejuvenated alluvial silt in synch with seasons.
And the poor planet herself with only a skimpy shift to go around in. Otherwise totally exposed as run by crooks and seditious syndicates perennially proposing perverted puppet presidents setting precedents and reinventing reverse psychopathy hammered into law on the brutal anvil of bribed justice.
"OK so whadya do with a lost populace of poisoned dumbed down freaked out sheep proliferating lambs to the slaughter already? It wasn't my idea i'm 'just doing my job', gotta put food on the table it's the law yuh know. Aw gimme a break!
Which reminds me, i haven't had breakfast and it's afternoon already. Must go and attend to the dandelions i'll extrapolate later.
Much love and keep pushing PEACE ON TERRA.
Angelically magnificent!
~~~rainbowmaker.
Camera : martin
law photo - garden 1 - 3, MAY13
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