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Tmethyl
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Re: Psychedelic rambling - Non-syntactic spoken language [Re: Mike4aco]
#23356264 - 06/17/16 10:47 PM (7 years, 7 months ago) |
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Tripping now?
Let's feel a ride. Rough caress in full due time. Wriggle fern dust dew froth wine. Crippled fur crawling onto filled up jugs. This is where it's at, she sighed. Searching roving warning sirens. Blow it out, it's sticky, it's not one to forget how. Language tweak from under the tucans smile. Rainbow kissed the steaming pile. I don't know why we like this game so much. It's not even that funny when you think you're a player playing playful plays. You exactly know how it's ripping through conscious cloth. Sloth swallow terrible pillow. Fuzz inside doom without. Salt without pepper. Remotes without buttons. Buttons without fingers. Arms without hands. Point your misty contempt at another pontificate. You'll find no warm drizzle in this vessel.
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Tmethyl
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Re: Psychedelic rambling - Non-syntactic spoken language [Re: Tmethyl]
#23356273 - 06/17/16 10:49 PM (7 years, 7 months ago) |
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Fall in doubt, satin milky. Shimmer optimus frequent filter attached with rubber grenades filled with chalk, filled with stalks of special beans. Where to go from everywhere? In and instant the line between mud and diamonds vanished. Whats to say the same? Where is clouds, whats in the orbs. I told you that shit was fire. But you poked and proded your way into blissful remorse. Plasma has that effect on curious blocks. I bet you regret it now; now that you're a squirmin' daffodil. One day wheel all go about it in a foolish genius way. Momemtary silence for all the forgotten dandelions, por favor. (they thought they were permanent, too) Mother was wrong after all, and all the sticks before her lay in a shining pattern. What the hell is in what the hell? Whizzle bump, crimple cut. It's all layered out before you, just peek from those tools of yours.. of yours.. of yours.. of yours.. Wait a fuckin' dimensional pregnancy, that shit makes total aqua equilibrium. Fuck it was right here from before the start started starting starters. Stars. Edited as marked. It's o.k now. Earth will never forget you. Dot com. (no spaces betwixt the buzzards) It's not like the signs weren't there. Trees point always everywhere. Hiding only hastens hotshot slug sauce, go beyond this.
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Mike4aco
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Re: Psychedelic rambling - Non-syntactic spoken language [Re: Tmethyl]
#23356315 - 06/17/16 11:23 PM (7 years, 7 months ago) |
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Earth will never forget you.
Sun shining star brining flow pliming on gravy ladle flows. Stark heard blows? Sounds right glow egg expanding source of direction sense. Pearly gloss swirling cross fuzzy shirt is the cold round town. The more you know the less you show but the more you glow. Not moving slow like a rocket shock it locket in the pocket kangaroo pouch with joey hops under lighted knocks the twilight frocks. Deadpan grin the light to win the smoke States while flowers wild the angels trialed while Satan lobbied for more water faucets. Leaky sink the troops will sink the pattern link I think much ink.
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Tmethyl
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Re: Psychedelic rambling - Non-syntactic spoken language [Re: Mike4aco]
#23356592 - 06/18/16 02:10 AM (7 years, 7 months ago) |
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Feeling like when alone in darkest hours, burning flowers aren't so pleasant. Something about the way it twinkles in cyclical patterns but with oval formulas creeping 'round the horn. It doesn't give up as if it had one-winged-bird syndrome. Crazy to think that moons are born in every sneeze. Crackling pit invites warm clashes, sneering eyes avert their passions. Who are not who we are though. Dove pretends to plow the snow, as if it hurts. (he understands the subtle whispers of out-dated ministers) Ruined the gravity round the gilded sheets of furrowed savory. You didn't have to. She could have done. We weren't around then. Nobody goes over there. Crawling is faster than sleeping. Or does it really confuse your whisker fluffed merry mushroom? Keep it in the way. Move around that stick. Looks where we are now. Doesn't it make you(sic)?
Edit: slowly. Edit: softly. Edit: gently. Edit: loosely. Why aren't the plur plaques placing placard plains proofly? I gave it the command, but only rattling noises emerged from the bellows. Thanks, that makes more sense now. We're working on it, friend. Mmmm, the way you cook brings in to me the sounds of crickets at night. They have no reason to sound so beautiful and depth inducing. But there they are, not giving one fuck about our challenges. Chirp... chirp... god I love you. As if there was never a thorough thought to say otherwise. Tune into that chirping again. Man, they really don't care. I guess that's what they mean when they say: "suits only fit misguided intentions" Carry on, but, put down those bags. The realm doesn't require them. We don't pretend to know here.
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Re: Psychedelic rambling - Non-syntactic spoken language [Re: Tmethyl]
#23356607 - 06/18/16 02:20 AM (7 years, 7 months ago) |
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Lucid drops of consciousness splash lifeless forming eternal bonds deeper deeper deeper where did it begin? To what end? The rainbow glows and lanterns shows deep twilight rose autumn blooms summer carrots yellow orange blue shocking difference patterns flow and stop
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Tmethyl
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Re: Psychedelic rambling - Non-syntactic spoken language [Re: Mike4aco]
#23358907 - 06/18/16 06:34 PM (7 years, 7 months ago) |
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Forget how the tinker thwarts ribbon spool of discontent. All along. Inside of the cool box. Pop, does the existential groundhog. Dirt stuck in my fucking eyelids. Everywhere I go smells like dirt.
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Re: Psychedelic rambling - Non-syntactic spoken language [Re: Tmethyl]
#23363396 - 06/20/16 10:14 AM (7 years, 7 months ago) |
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Haha. Very creative and I'd say poetic ramblings. Not really lacking syntax anymore tho. If it were truly non-syntactic, it'd be like a foreign language to the analyzer. Most of these examples still work as illustrative concepts of plausible realities.
I guess words themselves have the alphabetical syntax. I think true non-syntactic spoken language would be with a broad range of random syllables and guttural sounds. AKA Glossolalia.
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Tmethyl
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Re: Psychedelic rambling - Non-syntactic spoken language [Re: Icon]
#23363438 - 06/20/16 10:35 AM (7 years, 7 months ago) |
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Yeah I mostly gave up on the non-syntax, when I just let go and let words flow without effort, they tend to flow outward with some syntax. So I'll just edit the title to "Psychedelic rambling".
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Tmethyl
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Re: Psychedelic rambling - Non-syntactic spoken language [Re: Tmethyl]
#23363442 - 06/20/16 10:37 AM (7 years, 7 months ago) |
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Quote:
Tmethyl said: I would love to read your mind vomit. 
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Tmethyl
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Re: Psychedelic rambling - Non-syntactic spoken language [Re: Tmethyl]
#23363508 - 06/20/16 10:55 AM (7 years, 7 months ago) |
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Curling cures causing mixed deforestation. Triple size my order, ok thanks. Was last night as loop non-derivative as counter-counting candle change? We ought not go there, agreed? 7 of them little fuzz flicking feather dusters when into my motor, wreaking havoc on my eternity. Was it meant to go like that? The stone never responds, but I keep asking. One day the night won't come so quickly.. we'll all embrace the thing we ran away from for so long. Rounded smooth slick gliding softness. The cash register always ticks and chings, but happy is one it never brings. Roughy tough luck thickly fogged. Mysterious tremendum, fascinating morphs. Imaculate pristine, trembles me. Attractive, steady, transcendent appears. Luminous desert, never left. repelled and attracted, wow. I never had to do anything. Sloth, slow, unproductive, seems ok when you consider infinity. Breathing softly against natures breast. Pain is fleeting like dockside constipation.

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Tmethyl
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Re: Psychedelic rambling - Non-syntactic spoken language [Re: Tmethyl]
#23365080 - 06/20/16 09:09 PM (7 years, 7 months ago) |
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Winds of ghostly fray long hurt. Memory, lump in the throat. Hope is strangely feathered and nesting in the souls bedroom. Winds of winter harden loveless land, lost far further fair. As cloud I wander lonely, one time once I saw a crowd, turn back, fuck. Between my finger and my thumb, squatting calibers in due time run. Beggars under canvas, cursed through sludge; haunting flares dimly blister. At 20 I died, bones back to you, send through UPS. Noon, midnight talk & song. Left your children echoing, the bloody end of the skein. Short days on, felt dawn, we are the end dead. Light Brigade, jaws doth bloom boldly. Unforgiving minute, distance was worth it? The strongest minds of generation, starving hysterical naked. Roads of two diverged in a wood, I chose 3. The deepest secret that nobody knows, the wondering wander keeps the stars apart. I carry your heart with me. Fearful trip is done, weathered rotten due done dripping. I stand amid the roar, tormented shore, sure. How they creep through my fingers deep. She said she shall spend my pension on forgetting. The caged bird sings, distant hill, mauve moon. Depth and breadth and height, I had no idea really. Ends of being and ideal place of grace or mace. Some corner of a foreign field, I lie lying leaf. A smile to chase away your tears, I can't show you what I see. Stately pleasure for decree, move on, move out, you're missing tea. Mists and mellow fruitfulness, this place drips with sincerity. Thou art more lovely and more temperate. To the virgins morrow dying, keep the gist. As he paces in cramped circles, over and over, in which a mighty will stands paralyzed. Man's first disobedience, mental taste, sickening sweet, restore us. The span of my hips, the fluttering dips, untold untelling telling untold tales. The woods are so wet & lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, hah, the store is 7 miles away. Fire is repeated, climbs up to your lips, implacable impatient sweetness. I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart. Dogs rarely eat dogs, mighty rarely crushes mighty. You and I, tonight! Life's battles don't always go, so fuck it all my friend, let's take it slow. Water, water, every where, not any drop to drink. Tree lifts her leafy arms to catch the symbiotic tune of crystalized beams of star blaze. A nest of featherds in her hair, you are my ground, my food, my air. Sounds of immense complexity melting through the leaves at blissful pace. Why does she bear a strange fruit, blood on the leaves and blood at the root. Slowly read, and dream of the soft looks, your eyes once had, and of their blossom shadows deep. Who cheer when soldier lads march by, who cry when soldier lads do die. Welcome to the hell where youth and laughter go. Scarcely a tear to shed, hardly a word to say... Swim naked in the stream, on a glorious overcast day. Rushing pacefully under and over smooth rocks, nothing is alien here. When we whisper it wakes no clocks, hostile eyes who sat near bye. Do not go gentle into that good night. You are violets with wind above them. Unexpectedly. And goes beyond, ghoulish intentions of farce. Fast rode the knight, sweep swoon swept. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, but in the sea the darkness falls. Between the dark and the daylight, when the night begins to lower, hold on tight. When we two parted, wind pushed you over the ledge. Too close? How?
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