"I'M JUST A SIMPLE MAN
MY MOST EXCITING FACET IS
A WEAKNESS TO
THE POWER ACCESS TO A TIME MACHINE THAT
I TRY TO USE IT FOR HONEST THINGS
I BARTER COMICS BY TRAVELING TO
CERTAIN TIMES WHEN I CAN BUY THEM CHEAPEST AND THEN SELL THEM IN OTHERS IN OTHER YEARS
TO PEOPLE LIKE NIKKY CAGE
WHO YOU WILL ALL MEET LATER

I KNOW THE PEOPLE
I'VE MET THE PEOPLE
THE OTHERS
THAT YOU CAN ONLY IMAGINE WHAT
THEY WANT TO DO WITH THE THING

THEY WANT YOUR OILS
YOUR BODILY OILS
FOR WHEN THEY CAN
TRADE TRADE TRADE TRADE TRADE"
- from Diddly-Top II: "Slave Invader", 1983.

Track Listing:
1. I  (L'incipit) *
2 II  (Tragedia Addendum) *
3. III
4. IV (Crossing the Chasm of the Dominant Eye)
5. VI
6. VII (Fungmini: I)
7. VIII (Re-creation)
8..VIIII  (Fungmini: II "It never Ends") *

*w/  J.T

((()()()(?>?:"::"":::::::: peer, be aware here there is a pair of iron bears be aware

anyone can be taught to believe anything ::::::::""::":?

I made a grab

and what did I have?

sign-reading last said 30 days blind,
thought I should take that to mind.

Disregard this. Just noting a flare in the eye.

Raze curtain: Certain uncertainties,

NEVER WRONG AND ALWAYS WRONG, WRONG ABOUT BEING WRONG,

NOTHING IS TRUE, EVERYTHING IS REMITTED

ALWAYS WRONG:
YOU ARE NOT ALIVE.
TRY TRY TRY,
REMIND THE FUTURE,
PRY PRY PRY,
LIFE IS A SPLINTERING FROM THE MIND,
REMIND REMIND REMIND.
RE-MEND YOUR EYES TO THE MIND
REPRESS YOUR HEAD TILL IT MENDS
TEND THE REST TO THE BEND
THIS IS AN OPERATION
"IMPORTANT PERSON THAT I KNOW
YOU CAN NOTT PERFORM SURGERY"
ALL ARE ON DRUGS OF THEIRS
ALL ARE STUCK ON LONG BEAUTFUL HAIR
PRE-TEND, RETRENCH AND MEND
REPENT RE-MEND RE-MEND
MEND MEND
WITH-HELD
YOU’RE WRONG
THIS IS YOUR OPERATION
YOU CAN NOT OPERATE
NEVER SURRENDER
YOUR ARE THE GOLDEN GONE
YOU ARE THE GOLDEN GONE
MUFFLED REPORTS, OCCASIONAL
OCCLUDED
WHERE IS EVERYONE?
RETRACT
REPRESS
RECREATE
WELL PLAYED.
RIGHT?

OH DEMENTED RULER, MISTAKEN CREATOR,
THE TRIED TO FIND THE PRIME OF MIND,

I'D LIKE TO THINK AS I DO IS IT IS, BUT
WHY HAS I BEEN CENSORED IN TIME?

OH DEMENTED RULER, MISTAKEN CREATOR
THE CRIES TO FIND THE PRIME OF THE MIND,

ALWAYS WRONG:
You are not alive.
Try Try Try
Remind the future,
Life is a splintering from the mind,
Remind Remind Remind
Re-mend your eyes to the mind
Repress your head till it mends
Tend the rest to the bend
This is an operation
"Important person that I know
You can not perform surgery"
All are on
All are struck
Pre-tend, retrench and mend
Repent, re-mend, mend
With-held
You’re wrong
This is your operation
You can not operate
But never surrender
Yours is the golden wrong
Yours is the golden gone
You are the gone you are the fault
Falling, fall, seismic stone half-hidden from the eye,
A whiff of the incestral abyss,
Hope of a clear green sky, ancestral repressed,
Repress
Recreate
"What have I learned today?"
Well played.
Right?
"NEVER TURN YOUR BACK ON THE BARTENDER,
HE WILL SIDE WITH THE LOCALS AT ALL THE TIMES SINCE THAT’S WHERE HIS MONEY IS, BEST THING IS SHOOT HIM STRAIGHT, AWAY
The words of the immortal bar and only fools do those villains pity who are punished early have done their mischief?"

HAS I BEEN CENSORED IN TIME?

Energy fleeting
Exhaustion of creation
But beauty we’ll be found,
Someone have been drinking my water,
Always at war, battlefield earth,
Will beauty, be found,
We’ll will.
"Believe in me,
My will isn’t weak.
My will isn’t weak.
Now I’m in the past. Now I’m in the present, now I lay down. Now I get up,
My will isn’t weak.
My will isn’t weak.
My will isn’t weak.
My will isn’t weak."

There's something wrong with me isn't there?

Are you so tired of being alone?
Tired of not buying what can't be sold?


Never fear,
Fool Diddly is always here.

Time flys

Mind yer gut, gut yer mind.
Too much repeation is a mistake.

Am I out West? Maybe not, don't force it, just play it out, the time to head back inside is near,
the month of purification is drawing to a close,
and the time to do that action has been now.
The date's numbers are primed, the momentum must start to keep, begin and start
out West am I?
At least I'm not where I've always been.

Oh, I've sent out the time flys,
swotting at them now,
they'll found me something four, something right,

but there was five sent out,
four give me, one was slain...

Might be remedied. Time will tell as they fly,

Rigged the dominus, to get the dad I got the mom,
but now 3 as the number....it reads the heart and the mind must be swapped.
Too much perfection is a mistake.

For now it is mine, mine, mine, mine.
four I want to give, give, give, give.
Hope I mined enough.

Where are you?

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