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TRIPLE SIX FIVE FORKED TONGUE SUBATOMIC PENETRATION RAPID FIRE THROUGH YOUR SKULL HOW I SHOT IT ON ONE TAKING IT BACK TO THE DAYS OF TRYING TO LOSE CONTROL SWERVING IN A BLAZE OF FIRE RAGING THROUGH MY BONES OH SHIT I’M FEELIN IT TAKYOOON HELL YEAH FUCK YEAH I FEEL LIKE KILLIN IT TAKYOOON

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This Tumblr got out of hand with the weirdness

me upon further reread

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the ocean is us towards which all rivers course & of those rivers of course the ocean’s the source

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we live & we die such is life we die & we live such is file there’s no evil to the shifting in order to live again …

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dead or alive lift or adead dying or living sunrise is sunset …

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we live & we die such is life we die & we live such is file there’s no evil to the shifting in order to live again …

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we live & we die such is death we die & we live such is thed let it be said once again nothing ever ends … .

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we live & we die such is life we die & we live such is file there’s no evil to the shifting in order to live again …

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we live & we die such is life we die & we live such is file there’s no evil to the shifting in order to live again . . .

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ߡߎߣߓߐߙ߲ߣ ߝߦߋߟߘߤߊߣߘ ߊߡߍߣߐߝ߭ߑߘ߭ߋ߳ ߥߏߙ߲ߟߑߘ ߐߝ߭ߑߜ߭ߎߘ ߝߍߟߑߘߑߤߊߣߑߘߋ߳ߣߛߕߊ߮ߞ߹

<<Hangraphs (also known as Characters or Hieroglyphs) as a writing of Aryan & its child tongues worldwide, to wit: Teutonic & Helenic, Hindic & Farsic, Italic & Keltic, Syriac & Caucasian, Anatolian & Slavic, Hittite & Illyrian, &c to include countless creoles such as English.>> make sure to peep the table in the Talk page

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ߊߛߌߦߍߛ

ߊߛߌߟߏߍߛ ߘߥߊߟߌߘߊߘ ߘߋߟߏߤߌߞߊ ߛߧߍߡߔߙߋߛߕߟߍߛߋ ߋߟߔߊߙߍߣߤߜ߭ߐ ߘߌߣߘߌߝ߭ߌߘߥߊߟߘߊߘ

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ᛞᛃᛚ᛫ᚢᛖᛣᛏᛏᚾᛗ: ᛞᛩᚪ᛫ᛩᚩᛏ: ᛞᛃᚷ᛫ᛞᛣᛒᚩᛞᛒ᛭ ñῑn vōčırrɛıdə ñıləw lēıpə ñῑk ñəčfēñıfə ߢߌߣ ߎߏߗߚߍߘ        ߢߟߥ ߟߋߔ ߢߌߞ ߢߗߝߋߢߝ olnı znirrūm opbı pōru olĝı oiqōeq ᛚᛃᛞ᛫ᛗᚾᛏᛏᛣᛖᚢ᛬ ᚪᛩᛞ᛫ᛏᚩᛩ᛬ ᚷᛃᛞ᛫ᛒᛞᚩᛒᛣᛞ᛭  layıdə mınttıĝēw   āqıdə tōıqu gayıdə bidōıbuĝəd

ߢߌߣ ñῑn : olnı : LaYiDa ߎߏߗߚߍߘ vōčırrɛıdə : znirrūm : MiNTTiĜEU  ߢߟߥ ñıləw : opbı : AaQiDa ߟߋߔ leıpə : por : TOiQu  ߢߌߞ ñῑk :  olĝı : GaYiDa ߢߗߝߋߢߝ ñəčfēñıfə : oıqōeq : BiDOiBuĜaD

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<<Hangraphs (also known as Characters or Hieroglyphs) as a writing of Aryan & its child tongues worldwide, to wit: Teutonic & Helenic, Hindic & Farsic, Italic & Keltic, Syriac & Caucasian, Anatolian & Slavic, Hittite & Illyrian, &c to include countless creoles such as English.>> make sure to peep the table in the Talk page

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m.eık.(ə).(g).n.ō(w).l.ədj.ı

(.) we reckon takeknullagey wrong.

(-.) *wrongly do we reckon it*

(ı.) analogously, we speak of make & create, of factories & makeries, maquiladoras y fabricas, el crear y el (f)acer. the sum in summer.

(+.) *sin puro placer* *sin poderse desplazar* *simplemente al azar* *vernos los veranos* *damas en la semana* *dominos el domingo* (0) the sum in summer. lady being, lord maker, the seven sisters, the world just one of ‘em, the age of man is a woman. the seven beings, the seven states of being, making’s just one of ‘em, of which the maker’s a subset, as are the made, creation’s a state of being. we speak of make & create, & greatly lower is the crate which upholds & sustains deeply downheld superstitions. seeking all weeklong the sun in sunday. (-0) *such sousplenary propositions* *to disciplenary propertitians* *by disciples of property* *those disabled by ownage* *son propre nomity* *one’s own namage* *wisely, now there’s an image* *of wisdom immaculate* *a whiff of gnostical knowing* *a wind of mystical musing* *a web of moustical mazing* *a mop of naughtical minding* *so here’s a way to position* *once done away with predictions* *there’s no road to perdition* *if perdition is anywhere* *it is everywhere* *but so’s paradise* *so spare odd eyes* *sight’s so spiritlyzed* *peerless parlays’s sound* *cuz sight’s also a sound* *a wave, in our perception* *a differentiation of codas of wavelength* *a hearing, here’s what we hear* *cunning, is what we ken* *& what we can’t, the uncanny* *unknown, the space of its face* *its facets & facts we face* *of the cosmic factory* *here & now to your grasp exposed* *here’s of perception our slice* *so souse a pair o’ dice* *cuz chances are* *somewhere a caesar changes* *their mind* *about something of little consequence* *such as* *el sueldo de los soldados* (ı0) the sun in sunday. we reckon takeknullagey wrong. (+0) *wrongly do we reckon it* (1) forcefully, four’s a folly: we see it falsely. falsely do we smell it, falsely do we hear it, falsely do we feel it. likewise polar’s both harm & sin: our guess goes it’s sinful. our scent senses its sin. our hearing is hurt by heard harm, we’re harmed herds. we’re heirloom hearts, our body bodes badly our harem. & as the bodiesless body of all, undifferentiated is consciousness, the consciousvoid: our minds immensely demand the tremendous mansure, the null state of culture, the untamed wild. the overturned world. the disparate were age. the husbandless wife age. less of his bounds, the wifld. . . . see, technology’s makeknowledge, knowhow. we’re all maker & made, howard & howed, *mainchorus* & anchored maids. knowledge can’t be owned. intellectual property’s an oxymoron. every internet’s a public space. all underwebs are fullfilling fields. underlawish ownage’s an illdulled. legal, lawish. elect, allow. intellect, undellow. internet, underweb. enough linguistics, nānctus tonguerings. technology’s uncovered, aka discovered, not created, not made. it is mere modulation. reconfiguration, hindwithshaping. a way of change. how can ways be owned? always all ways are for all. . . . an ample gamble. the moon in monday. the may in semaine.

(3) *so well, observe* *ya bancorrupt serf anchor* *mando de un mundo inmundo* *ya crooked dealer* *born of a creole duck* *we fold, for all the wifld to hear* *sassily souse our cards to the winds of space* *the spaceventing, the space inventions* *inventions are what we catch wind of* *there’s no inventor* *inventors don’t create* *inventors unwind the gifts of nature* *so naturally nature’s are all inventions* *the wind blows flat* *space goes splat* *meanwhile we wile time away* *tamely windowgazing to stay awind of events* *wildly inwards guessing tween winding interventions* *better luck next hand, it seems* *bigger game’s afoot*

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por poco pa’eso paro liprante alipio liepre lipre pa’la playa

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cursagrams

Charles Dickens: It was the best of mimes, it was the worst of mimes.

Mime: ...

Mime: *Mime means not mute, just mouthless. Less words, one gets weirder. Less reaching means no more grasping. So does one get the Gift. More of a rap than a grasp. More of a muse than a guess. We are there. Wordlessness. Grasp the gaps, to guess the Gas, the Ess in Guess & Essence, wordless words such as Essinessence, or Guessandessence. Guess Kaos is us. Kaos is Sand, Kaos is Snow. Ess.& is Ess.NOW. Snow's Once, Ever a verse, Unavez, Unefois, a Snow Mouse, a Sand Puese, Sand's Denace, Never not a verse, de nouveau, Djamais. Fierce Verse, in Essence, the scent of the present, a gift is us, to wit, Is & Us. In the beginning was the word, sure, & that word's Us, which is what Is, seen clearly when there's no what ifs. Is/Us, Jesus, Ewe/See, Wooth/Seers to Sooth/Sayers to Youth/Sawyers, you see words tell stories, so even if the beginning of a story's words, all words are just part of the Word which is the World of worlds. & as any sound, surely of Silence is it composed.*

Charles Dickens: It was the best of rhymes, it was the worst of rhymes.

Mime: *They ken me not. Does Dickens perhaps mean deaf?*

Charles Dickens: Sorry, at times my mind wanders in timeless wonder. Word to they woe-ridden worries as they wash away. Guessing at the gaps of my wordous gas, my conscious. Hm. Rather a good time, though a bad pastime. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

Oh, I rather like that actually. As a phrase. Rather captures our current phase, our flowing face; Time doesn't flow, it's a krystal. A multinodal, multidimensional flowshape. A hologram. It spins, rōtat, wheelin' dealin' tarōts of the Gypsies, European natives, the Pikeys, the Picts, the Chosen, the Picked\to\be\Depicted. Windlike it whirls, Empty/Time. Gyrates in the astrolabs of Pirates, the Feary of farfetched Theory, the Fairies of nearstood Stories, of overstayed underfooting, of understood overfetching, the endless Parade, Mortisgourd, the Fatdeath's, the Furious Walk, the Astral Abes, They Godfolk, Abe means Pop, so Daddy Leancolon, actually. So-called liberator, liber means lover, free means love, so freer, morefree, Murphy, Moorish/Magnus/Megus/Growers/Factors \ Please/Flic/Police/Lease/Pick/Gracia/Grease/Gross/Fat, Megus, Igneous, Musingers, the Makers of Musings, Users, Us means Ers means More means Mecha, & Make means Grow, as in Mechous or Growers of Us-ir-Is/Usophis/Ersdhess, & as in Alphous or Oxen of Sing-Song Jesus, Sing alias Gnisis alias Saying alias Gniyās alias Yāssni alias Jazzy alias Is; Song alias Gnosis alias Knowing alias Gniwōnk alias Wōnkni alias Wonky alas Us. Jazz's the jazz, it's us that's wonky. Actually, does actual mean through action or does it mean present. Presently, does present mean forefelt or does it mean now. Or does it mean antiquated, that's Antik Wayred, th'Old Red Road, that's Antigua Doest, th'Ol' Rust, the dust which on metal forms, Sand & Snow alike is Dust, earth, the Soil, the planet Soil, 3rd from the Solar star,

Soil & Solar, s'All a coincidence which is to say synchronicity. Sametimeness. No causal relation implied.

Mime: . . .

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NāM LæS

Seals cover the beach, relishing in the shoresounds & the sunlight. "Surely it is thus that oceanic beings come to exist exclusively on land & air," a nameless seal comments. "Atherborne beings soon follow . . . ."

All the seals glance skywards in thought. For a while none speak.

Another seal explains, "Essentially the process is as follows –

Oceanic beings venture past our worldly bounds & come to enjoy the beaches of the surface. The surface soon becomes our new worldly bounds, past which we may yet further venture & anew lift aloft, a new life to enjoy in the sky & beyond."

The speech, if someone overwrought, finds able listeners in the group of seals, ever appreciative of wondrous poetry. Yet another seal maintains the line of thought,

"Of course life begins not in the whaleways of our seas of seals, nor on this airy land, nor in the farthest ather out there beyond the skydome, nor on whatever land may lie beyond the ather, but truly everywhere at once, as all is alive. & it is just as true to say that atherial beings begin to enjoy aquatic existence & begin the cycle anew, & also that the cycle's flow may be reversed, as with the wolves which became dolphins."

Certain seals in the crowd quickly show their repugnance at the mention of dolphins, though most are for the most part unfazed, being either too raptly held in thought to pay it mind or simply bearing the deeper sort of philosophical perspective which would preclude such crass specism.

None but this latter group, however, can refrain from repugnance when a man enters the beach. A human man. Other men soon follow.

The seals know nothing of the Huish cultural conventions as to gender, which anyway show great variety across the species of man, so they don't use the word to exclude women, or to designate strictly a werman, that is. To them, as in English originally, 'Man' holds the dual meaning both of human & Humanity, depending on the presence of an article or its lack. Its current use otherwise is a later imposition of the patriarchy, which in a fit of linguistic self-affirmation seeks to supplant the masculine in Humanity's androgynous stead, much as it supplants the white in Humanity’s colorless breadth, or the human in Fauna’s kindless spread.

As well at being widely ignorant of the speech of other men, men as a whole are widely ignorant these days of the speech of other beasts, believing themselves to be the only beast capable of speech, & further worse, believing themselves not to be beasts at all despite all evidence to the contrary. Hence the seals's reactions. A being with such a set of beliefs is dangerous. So stupidly self-assured of the world's inability to communicate that one's never earnestly tried, & is thus fraught with an undeserved sense of superiority that further alienates it from its surroundings. No wonder the seals tend to think of man as an it. Only a beast as ignorant as man could not know that “The Man” was the Devil, ego, oneself, & “The Beast” was the God, alter, all of us. & strictly speaking, not only does Man not refer to gender but neither does it refer to Kind. Mankind is not restricted to humans. That’s Humankind. Times there are when one’ll hear of Sealmankind, of Dogmankind, Gatormankind & Butterflymankind, the lovers of Flowermindkind. The essence of devils is that one pretends to be God alone, though All is One & All is God. The essence of God is that it is Not & therefore All. Being being not made but just being, what’s the difference between creation, creature, creator? Or creativity? & procreation as opposed to reproduction? Or cocreation as compared to representation? Returning then to the humans. Gums, they used to be called, but their ignorant bunch has forgotten this, though the knowing few still recall. Much like Otherkindly tongues, which even fewer could still recall the words of. The gums had lost so much in unthinkingly shaping the World of Worlds to their ownselves’s devilish image, so at odds with Being’s Godly Gnātūra. So many of their kind can’t recall that all the Earthly Beasts learnt the Arts of Words from the same Earthly Gods. Likewise with all their Huish Tongues &  modes of writing them. Such is soothsaying. A nameless seal, seeking to ironically highlight this ignorance, precipitates the following exchange-

Seal: There's so much a man can tell you, so much he can say.

Man: I've just been waiting for someone to ask!

To a seal, the seals look astonished. The man, evidently a female according to the more cognizant seals of the group, had replied in nearly perfect Sealish! Despite the suspicious misgivings of some in the group, the seals attempt to continue the conversation-

Seal: Aks away! Always aks, always! Though this man ever ken not the answer, & so cannot answer. For no matter how much a man says, So much more must remain unsaid . . .

The man smiles widely, & glutters something incomprehensively to her companions in Huish. The seals, however, are not prepared to so quickly lay rest to the subject. A few of the more hopeful ones suggest that the Man's silence was of itself a sort of clever reply, which remains unsaid. So, another seal ventures forth-

Seal: & whether clever met, thru wisdom never said, Or whether we daftly speak to ears deaf, Or whatever else altogether, We beg you kind man of your mankind an envoy, Our whirls of doubt cast away, onwards in so many words! Do so much as just wave! In any way make sign that you grasp my meaning!

To this, the man again laughs, then bending to reach her hands to her knees, with a mocking tilt of the head replies once again-

Man: I've just been waiting for someone to ask!

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gnōminibus gnōscimos

GNOMNBS GNOSKMS by kname we know

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why learn old english? or anglosaxon, as it is called? because you clearly speak english, & just as it is informative & important to learn french to truly understand english, it is just as important & informative to learn anglosaxon to truly understand english. you see, english’s the creole daughter of a french rapist & his anglosaxon victim . . . a bastard, a by-product. the result of a thousand years of french enthrallment, the dominance of romance, aka the great rape of england, followed by the murders of cornwall & wales, the blight plaguelike spreading across the sea to ireland, soon in fact infecting scotland, so that to this day throughout all the british isles, everywhere one may hear the pratter of english, though some of the old tongues yet remain . . . calling anglosaxon old english is a bit like calling french old creole.

the creole daughter of a french rapist & his anglosaxon victim . . . or better said, a french rapist & his anglosaxon raped, because if there’s a rapist there’s a raped, which we call a victim, but that means “made holy”, which is the verbal well from which witch washes up as well . . . a victim’s something made holy. the victims of the roman death cult, the official cult of the state, were victims of sacrifice . . . immolated, which means “mealed on”, as in cornmeal or oatmeal, as in mill, as in mola, which means grind or ground, & therefore flour, ground up grain . . . so immolated, covered on the head in salsa mola, or salted flour,  which is what for some reason the death cult would do to its victims before a sacrifice . . . & sacrifice itself means “to make holy” . . . you see, etymology’s a sacred fiction;  its etymology would have you believe it means the study of true sense, but that’s somewhat a false etymology . . . properly translated, it means soothsaying . . . which is not the same as telling the future, by the way . . . soothsayers say as much about the present & the past as about the future. soothsaying’s not what’s said but how it’s said, soothfully. Sat Nām सतनाम Satnāma Sōþnama ᛋᚩᚦᚾᛗ Sooth Name & if there’s a raper & a raped, then there’s a raping, which for some reason we call a rape . . . perhaps to set it apart from other actions? a raping is too much of a verb, too casual . . . sounds like something you do . . . but you can’t blame french, not really. french’s the creole son of a keltic mom & the roman soldier who murdered her husband . . . tore his torc from his headless neck & soaked it in the gushing blood; kept it as a trophy, a family relic . . . so is it any wonder that french acted that way, given what shaped him? puis ouais, is it any wonder that english, born as she was of a raped slave, killed her siblings without mercy & claimed the islands for herself? not to mention the rest of the world . . . .

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C'est pas parce que ton rêve s'écroule It's because your dream shatters Es porque tu sueño se derrumba Qu'il faut que tu tires dans la foule autour de toi That you gotta shoot at the crowd around you Que tienes que echarle tiros a la muchedumbre que te rodea On n'est pas fait du même moule We're not cast of one mold Del mismo molde no estamos hechos Toi t'es rocher, moi pierre qui roule You, you're a rock, me a rolling stone Tu eres roca, yo piedra que rueda On ne choisit pas We don't choose nothing Uno no elige

for the francish original “crédit à Carole” la traduction ç'a été mwa