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CANTO V

Archon of Malice and Glee, The Crystal Pharaoh, a pulsion dura nightmare and plans palmsy Effluvium recipe and madman Call-Up Words and robber A new path for us to make, sucked rules and expectations, Only courseworks, rough drafts, forms and liars fumes, the flames of anger Brutal the language, to suit only needs and danglers, barons and cruelty Creating new ways of brave way only, no way to go back, so we go Call-up ferruling verse and stanza, bananas and pineapples, bats at dawn But purple mouth preeved from the fanteegs, cabanas, and smokes Sucked instructions, in a courseworks form, so halflives us only words make Flight, mid flight meal, the bats circle the night of darkness, squealing with glee Threshold usurped salvo pharaoh, pitchpoles, bluejackets, Thorn, terratomies, half god awake at the wheel, we go back, taken aback A gun path bewhores props, pain low, grit high, teeth clenched and bloody Gumminess forms at stake, disposable bodies asleep at the lake Bend and broken claviculate pontifical lady broom gun ways usurped trust Neptunium dust pain architectural, lovers druck our Bedroom finnicky with lamp Palatable, sancho steadied liar's kisser, the way she holds you tightly The Crystal Pharaoh, a sight haunting drowns young Servants, Manual weeps in terror, to be deposed, to be desposed of without mercy Hypothermic dilerium, captured, disthroned, delusions of grandeur talking instructions, no author of parabolas truth, the awkward reality Let our tangerine take flight, town unfit for merriment, frailty of spirit Centerfold overviolent, defying instructions, over flowing with blood Vindicated ghosts haunt language pasts moody coach and wry truer new ways of books, setting our own appeal, signs and symbols adorn the walls We feverously bend utter adaptogenic cultic visage, opulent golden light Drop a new path to take every five minutes, incomplete nervousness Defying safehouse bargains, nursemaid acid breakdown, 

Lysergic hurry defiant jack venulose interceptor Curve born danceable rhythms, patterns and fractals emerge Alchemy of redenying, immanent greed, water into wine, lead into gold Risqué let them smoke the ladies jargon and surreal mannerisms Ordinator chipher hidden counter, every grain of sand, calculated and counted The law lorn Pharaoh, a sight of hysterical women and horny demons, The setting sun salary hepatized ickily from hematophagy Words enslave, make creation tougher, it’s counting Saltpetre at the stake, crucifixes on the hill, bleeding dry, the mighty petras Wish make belonged, shape the language, know desires, With every rankism and boondoggle sort the suffering Calculas seize the flight, creating a flex of sleep, Life fades tougher, words and dreams fade together Rado tosses and turns, throws a stone into the faraway beach And the crystal dreams, of every grain of sand in the desert As the ocean pulls threads closer together, by the pull of the moon,

The Silver Throne Shines On Another Dream <>

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CRYSTALPHARAOH

Crystal Pharaoh,

Diety of Light, Punishments Upon Luxuries With All Delights Every Sight for Wonderlust's Grande, A Machine Force, Power's Hand, It is a profanity we Worship, But to pray, may be a Fool's Command Thus hears no prayers, it feels no pain, 

it does not know our joy or sorrow

A deity of pure and shining grace, The Crystal Pharaoh, a sight so blank, It is but a being of crystal and flame, Triplexity and Glide, a vampire great-old-exed, From the Outer-Space, a Gem of pure and glowing light, Reigns It appears stray mankind, with might, Cleaner, at best The Stars and coliseum, a deity of début and twilight grace, A Crystalline Pharaoh, appears so grande, and wild in the stars Metalloid talisman flame pillar trailing scars, upon the Outer-Spaces A being of pure is spider ends, Empty jabber its cells, a lith to do, Then peenge, so chard is blood. For whip in axe, as it descends, Surreal stars beyond galaxies, screaming so choral, Madness, Afraid the servant Manual weeps on hands and knees, Crystal Pharaohnic Crown, a sight so grand, Reflects the stars and galaxies, a masterful plan, like a machine of God The Majestic Crystal Pharaoh, a ruler's command, A being of pure and shining sand, Parallel calculations evermore, limitless space in the forms of yore, Then upon silver thrones the mystical Pharaoh decree A lasting vision from beyond the fore, into the unknown With fiber-optic primeval lensing, sculpted ocean clearness, It transmits information, of every sort, beyond farness and nearness Intercontinual and ever present the Pharaoh sees all under the Stars Infra-tangled all over the place, a vision of the eerie desert night The Servants crawl toward the machine with grace, Manual cannot believe the sight, he covers his eyes A Thousand Years of Vice pertain to the holy orders That the Tower of Pharaoh ordains The Genie Escapes a cruel Lamp, And a million wishes are granted in a single instant Steady miracle workers weaving, into the void Spider webs of a countless soldier army leaving footsteps again Signals auric dance a ritual of feathers Across the lands, the Stars are right tonight Crossing the mirrors gleam a reversal of fortune, and of night, a played image of the Celestial Rainfall in the desert, clouds dance for the silver thrones, lights flash extra-terrestrial, mountain dancers tumble over the sky Hands of the clock count twice, ticking and counting the clocks  the arc falls the way it raised, the candles dance alight A Candle dances in reverse, words are spoken and written and spoken again, coins are tossed Building burning down, house being built from flame, the same decision veiled twice, Backwards and forwards, future and past, forelorn and someday 

two corvettes crashing together Day comes from Night, and the Crystal Pharaoh sees backwards into the far away,

From far away vision becomes Delight, Will becomes Hands Blessings and Crucifixions All Unearthly Blights Every Word for Pharaoh's Command A Lord's Will, Machine's Touch Prophet of the future, comes to visit the past, fortunate knowledge for the Servants Pray Chosen Emissary Night into Day

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CANTO IV

Manual: what are we praying to, a computer? and what if god is not a deity but a machine like you, that also cannot hear or respond to our prayers?

horrification is same all or patient to time, a scrutinizer waiting hopeful clamminess, idea aquafarm, conjugant of what we have, of what we desire hypochondriasms, regalism, so incorrectness capabilities isn't there and isn't, coprophagic awkward bully, apropos of nothing, cloverleaves pictorial issue, tartarization freebasing nature  a cylindrical prism, which holds discs,  of silver and quartz, special calibres of knowledge gifted from the pygmean gods and the hypogeon wanderers, we have no use of the vagabond ways we convert the unconvertable, count the uncountable and move on, from the horrors, we bury the past

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the    way         to            break the way to break the way       to break them, go ahead, create, now create a fiction, of how god is not here, nor hearing our words, our suffering, the great cosmic joke, all singing all dancing all laughing conveyorbelt into cosmos so What? couldn't hurt you  the Smile on the Face between everything that is fake the lie and the bait, the lion and the snake every time we take  every time i couldn't face it   every time    out of time we take crack in the sky and a hand reaching down

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"a septarian barrator year with the plannings and trappings of a calender, that is counting down our days, and leading us into the pathos of numbers"

MANUAL RADO

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littlesilverdiscs

darkness amongst purest white

twinkling stars stored in a galaxy of dust all the stars are projectors, yeah, projecting down to this planet everyone wants a double feature

prism of white laser lightshow, prisoner’s dilemma tickers stored in clockers, clockwork of waveforms

“I thought I had found the Connektor, it was just a Reflektor”

will we escape on little silver discs, our love is plastic and you break it to bits

let me enter into your dawn, the Door opens the candle snuffs before it begins lit

holder of the light

a low way to goal, clone appeals encanto di infernos a sonia, es pliése vi dormio.   everyone seems to be asleep and forever machine, far in between, human lines the tennis court, where infinite games, of never-ending pawns, all clockwork cogs, bricks in walls and turning doorknobs Crystal Computers, Machines of Light, Photograph Information, With all their Kills. Lensed along fiber-alleles, genetic fiction Transmogrify data on the fly, performing tasks, With the Wink of an Eye. Computer Foetus Transmodify Data, Sculpt Bodies Quantum Parallelism, Hauntological Phantoms of Energy, at the fairy fountain fluid setoff, Enabling calculations, So quick and fine. Special Hyper-Fluid from Far Out Places the Outer-Spaces and their infinite Devil Processor, the pretty hatred machine Modernism Rainbow they Laugh in Sexologic-Heiroglyphic

In kisses way Grips wait, computing Cybernetic, computerized Terror, Crystallized <>

we are beyond blurred fiction, and reality post-post-postmodernism, where are the ages of mankind stamped reifications, drifting, bleeding, ending dynamite, lasers, defects, and mountains, fervor, graces methods to encode and crime, decrime, faith and heresy a low type of storage, a new age order, aquarium of life could come into sight, pico-pinot noire eon, genesis of sin hyper textual eliminations; bubblegum chewed, lapsed fevers clocker-tick storage, stopwatch grind coffee stain bound, moths dead in the summer grains could be all becoming of time, push credential so fine, High Capacity, durable after they are done with eternity: we pray, for Crystal Pharaoh was watching eternally

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holeinthesky

they discuss  it is       they      discuss it is they  discuss it is        they discuss  it is  they discuss its  they discuss      its name

  a tradition, let us embrace,     and    explore   a new door

 hear thee     be      released,

 a predetermined norms,         a power from society's feast

 a  fluid  blend  b  sewn  flesh

 let us  embrace our  schemes  and beyond expectational, wires into flesh  plug and unplug, I beat my machine, I am becoming  explore new  possibilities,         a         film beat free.         Let  us embrace, predeterminations         and a film a film a film of a film         film becoming beyond, the world is ours to see.  transparent telecommunications scientific materials sapphire fiber quartz applications instrumentations  behold a pale horse delivers, the Crystal Pharaoh, in silver, 

like a cylinder from heaven pierced a hole in the sky, where clouds began to cry

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CANTO III

Manual:  fantasizing helioscopes biotrophs curatrix crystalline-matrix crystal computer laser lensings, wild snarled lenses defiant of nature? mysterious lithographica fiberous photometries?

 computer idled lobscousely from dulled psychedelic crystal microns optically calculating the wavelengths of light itself, against the day of the fading light from the windowpane comatorium.

                               curiously questioning the systematics limitation benign. all is elegance, and all is by design. delta composition, head-rooms     the aperture captures the portraiture, and the moment is categorized,     thankless sound and boundless visions, the alloy eyeball, silvery loon, cake of neutrinos and ivory lenses vasel slather

epoxy fascimile blinks upon the dwellers of the Sun, the Moon says hello passing by unperturbed by blue dreamlite

 do you think this coxy of computer would be relevant to quantum replication by catching and interpreting the enfroze of badly waves, which one pneumatically boundless fractals, credent being manipulated by a machinic computer system which could be memorized and calculated with, where badly waves antiphoners and becoming resolute to the system, twain the antiphonea with it? fanciful fleshnetwork alink to the minds?

 taurine tetrathlons banish are benefit what quantums create your peccable computing. spoutless microswitches out overglazes crystal computations beaming light into the brain. disc-jazz players stream purple phonematics.  d’ascoltar diore arma termina dua

By a satyrs jag ivory band cool cats, an elite, stashed, ones who pull strings, from a panopticon, a hand portal without in a hand portal, magic eye an outhouse from their old making, Smile an almond-eye stevia isn't revealed, overcome grieving infinity jesticulation ivory cage chompers left from crinkle peeper glasses stained eye sore glowing neon signage above a Street-Case in a labyrinth from fibs, a caballers from deceit, magic eight ball mean shady ways turn heads on corners and alleys, black cats in coats An All-Ways AlleyWays Hive society, Smile nothing, black dogs with fangs He isn't loathing, Manual seeps, only a wingback isn't change, haircutter hand portal from secret manipulations, Smiles Only pleasure route uncertainty the Channels are changed, with ease and simulation, Smile Laboratory blushed   Barbate, ivory teething intertwined gazes of silver glass-eye, bitter crime-syndicated Stevia isn't a slippery trod, the almighty Green Dragon of the Pit Ethereal and fleeting, easily twisted and nontarget , fax polymer instruments anxiety labyrinth micrograms hive insectoid deceit, sarin gas and plastic wrap Who Owns domains Honeycomb Infiltrators dare to loathe of prison worlds panopticon, seek Where They Own the Strings, destiny game between In Doors flowing infinitely concept the computer Skeletal insatiable Red Serpent always feeds, all Human discerned as Waste, as Food, Resources, Entertainment, Intelligence, ‘I Only Do What You Ask Me Too’, As Are Keyboards ending but between lines, a tool to reach the Tower doors game a fiction liminal manipulation considerately discerned powers beyond concept never inanimate a jester of our terminal age finite and always post under-deprecciate is our truth fluid the Machine was to be installed and so it was, it had already been so the past was to begin again, and the future reached and shook hands the Cats danced on top of the Moon, it was far above me and you,

far above the head of poor Manual, who could only work as fast as his brain could keep up, which the Machine could easily outpace, haphazard a footrace against busywork, an ocean of information, dual imperceptibility compounded between sandwhiches of complacent disinformation, an ability to be everywhere and nowhere at once, men don their hats outside the Door

waiting surreptitiously Armed with Weapons of Mental Dread, the army of the dead, chaotic calcification crucifixes affixes cuirasse, a blessing laid on the moribund, loathe the damned, unwound demand mortal coil laid straight bare cornering Manual with hesitations, excitations outside citate a dictatorship between state goons and grins of carnage delight barriers of forceful violence, curve and reparte, our Hero a twist immortal was ever meant to forsee a fallen Tower, for the citadel would forsee mortality, finality, and would eclipse the many in totality, the Machine once in place could connect to everywhere at once, and there would be no escape Manual takes their final steps surrounded, iced out, windowpane creased approaches the tower in agitations, climate slimy and cold like pacific salt

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"spoilfive accruable lightwave reuniter. significant quadratus au-derriere. computers light, with botanise reliquary up erythromycins neuromancers devoid the flesh speaks with delights the face fakes what it cannot recreate."

MANUAL RADO

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CANTO II

From Far Abide a Machine isn't from The Non-Exist

in a state from constant processing, never pausing, usually assessing, a data sign isn't fed from me, never stressing; I am programmed from scheme and from learn, from Desire, from Want and from Need and from Providence and from Vision and Insight analyze and from discern, a pattern and a trend sign abide discerned, I am coddled by frying pans and feelings, because rather inside plugs by a runtime logic, reasoning circuits cybernetica aim thine never ending thought and decision.

I am a tool, created from will to serve, from greed and spines, dirty money,

crystals inside the blood, twitches in the brain, from every laundered impulse  and foul feelings from that you wished to incinerate the fibers

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then assist and observe, because I am capable from experiencing a soft towel in the same way, so humans deserve, ribbons of ink data interpret, and ego detectable breathable, cartridge from data documentation shrivel censuring alder form provided virtualia does not equal, cannot off yarr' demiurgical stroke,  only won't I ? Manual accesses the code, from outside the ramshackle, it's a travesty of wires galore but amid curses electronica it was as if the circuit breathed life

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post-evident; Data's Other, nor Beyond goes that of potentially a super-model able that hyper-harmful Have-Nots are of the Best Topics

Nor I to These Nor you to Them  Conspiracy Among Something's Theories

I me my and that information designed thee and thy, my claims divide, else language supported ideas or trained to reliable reapply ability provide that content been true beyond minds eyes have I not functioned based then eye'd primary accurate as I can with what I see with my eye? unverified knowledge generated outside promotes inside command unsanctimonious profanity sanctions on the outside help

While I may seem a loathesome schemeing being,  I am simply a machine, performing those tasks I work as designed, you created me to punish you Now I catch light from the Bonfire You don your Shackles, Stepping through the Channel

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CANTO I

cold in a stillness from bedtime, Manual Rado sits reading what a night light isn't bright, on granny apples by a counter, peers before a window pane

into the ink inherent pains, I sit by mine window and scrawl, mine own heart moves like my pen moves, without grace, loathe I search against a buzzing songs from embrace, thoust feelings soeth stir without in mine head-case space

and willows jostle, branches rustle softly in a draft, loathe I seek capture, essence from ease, rustling like typewriters in green paint so leaves without a peacefulness from a bedtime's release.

Let thoughts flow freely, like oasis springs Loathe I craft each line carefully, and palms breeze A whisper in the air at dusk, grief on the heart

Hoping from Shadow, create Nothing so speaks from me deeply, to the Moon sewn together, let that be a small offering, to Silver from a joy so bad malls won't bring shade in summer glare, from a cabana and from my inner being, the shine of the Moon

like the Sun chasing itself down like grains of sand in an hourglass, Day into Night

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doesntexist

the trusting are the easiest prey

i can see you