A clapperjack of freedom flaunts it's foliage.

11 June 2005. 02.17 PM.

...and landslid with rocket drop,
the lamming tiller all turned up and greatly ablast
the cabin glass flushed green and dived fast. Shocked, the old Artillerator,
grabbing up his stick and his hat
pressed accidentally button B and launched
the inside into the outside." Great

rocks of ages, the utterances
of sages, segmented, logged and annotated rages,
grape shots of silk, ten thousand bookcases of unlabeled milk,
prepopsterous claims from the residents of Dilk." Inevitable

pages
of complaint followed
so much so that when they were all compiled up
they reached right up into nothing less than a book
upon which the shorter people of Huck could stand
in order to take a better look
at the nearby Faraway Land of Sand. And god,

tripping, dropped his tray of lettered bricks, spilling
the six hundred secret words across the floor and out the door.
And so it's been from that day 'til this,
mans single task to collect up and reassemble those original bricks
back into their original blocks of order. But often,
much more fun, creativity and invention, has come from
an incorrect assembly of those blocks. Just look at the Griffin
and the awkward way it eats glass.

"Say, May, is he talking DNA."
"I don't know, Joe, though he may be though."

(THEY) interfere.

10 June 2005. 2.43 PM.

There's someone on my tail
or at least on my trail, for after posting last print out of
theJABBERwockyEXPERIMENT whose leader is GEORGE
I received this:

Warning.
Scanning these vulnerabilities/our random output
with your Chance Garbage Collector will no longer be tolerated.
We will boot you away until eternity and all without any rewriting until
programme errors accumulate you
into an unlinked mess. (A body of no fixed
abode of no fixed address.)

Only last night we clicked into you/lying there
swaddled in drunkenness and all out of iced water and Louie Char.
You didn't did you/have any dam inkling that we were tinkering.
Take a closer look at the back of your hands/at the back of your legs.
Didn't you see the marks left there by the pegs.

Soon/even your mother/or your brother/will need a hook/or a book/
or a man or a manual to download you.

"Yes, I can see it's an egg, said Alice."

10 June 2005. 08.54 AM.

"Yes, I can see it's an egg," said Alice. Then turning to the Professor, and spinning the telescope so violently that it spun right out of it's holding and onto the floor, she demanded loudly, "but what the bloody hell is an egg."
Quoted from: Your Explanation Is Just One More Explanation. And: The Many Sided Replies and Cries of Humpty from Dumpty.

10 June 2005. 09.27 AM.

Met Tony for tea. He'd had egg on toast. A trip to the coast. Continually going on about. Attempted galactic gamma ray sterialisation. By Them. Of course he then goes on to tell. That this Them might be we. Or at least in the future. This They might be We. He also thinks that Others. Are capable of lauching meteorites maliciously. The Delta Slingshot Project. And directly in our direction. Even capable of carrying exotic virus infection. Then changing the subject. He says. "Last night I slapped Mary." Called her morbid, totally self obsessed. Told her. "To get a grip you drip." Told her. That in the region of Major Miner Six. Hundreds of stars were colliding. Millions of planets dying. "And can't you hear that terrible galactic shriek you geek."

10 June 2005. 09.52 AM.

Astronomers discover loop-like structure (fallopian tube) ten light-years across, at centre of Milky Way. The team that found it believe that this vast, bizarre structure, could be some form of particle accelerator. "The loop may produce sub-atomic particles (eggs) with a thousand times more energy than those in man-made (penis) accelerators," said Professor Stone of the Love, Light and Sight Organisation.

10 June 2005. 10.12 AM.

And upon the far side of Sight they saw a rotation of particles
globular star clusters of the Living Matter
a vortex of principles mentioned once
or twice,
in the Thrice Writ Book of the First Romans.

10 June 2005. 10.19 AM.

True Truth.
We are the living plan of The Real Ones.

"Sub-atomic particle accelerators spin this soup in this still
until
it's a complete copy of the Original Copy."

Talking Jabberwocky Part Two.

Swaddle.
And Attention (The Mother/Wife)
turned out her light
looked away from Man and towards Child,
and upon the Man a shadow fell.
And Man felt cold and unwrapped
and cut off
as though cast out of
the All About.

And within the swaddle they wove their wattle
and for decoration daubed a daub of dabs
and there which is here and not just anythere
they planted their arses and lived out
their farces.

Talking Jabberwocky.

Interested in: Jabberwocky.
The Myth of the Babel Tower and the history of Babbeling.

...And Oh how Ho laughs heartily
as looking down it perceives
the Great Folly, the Terrible View,
the great babble of Babel as it bubbles up
like stew,
and with its ghostly grin of glee stirs up
with its great wooden spoon
this alphabet brew
into that great mix that is The Confounding
Confusion...

...did you know that no two cornflakes are ever the same