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At the age of fifteen, I emigrated with my family to Adelaide, Australia.br>br>After completing college with a Diploma of Information Systems, I have worked in various IT areas, predominantly in tech support.br>In 1997, reality started to shift from the norm for me (to put it mildly), and this was the beginning of an induction into thebr>comprehension of the 3rd-party intelligence behind the construct of reality - most often referred to as God.br>I always had read books on physics and this coupled with my understanding of computer technology opened my eyes to,br>and comprehension of this 3rd-party intelligence that was affecting my life in dramatic, and often dire ways.br>In November 2005, I was violently assaulted and when attempting to sleep with the pain of a fractured arm, a voice spoke to me frombr>the aether. I quizzed the voice as to whether it was God. The voice simply stated, I am a sage.br>Over the years I have walked dimensions and endured many tests that this entity threw at me. I became philosophical about my comprehensionbr>of exactly what this entity is, what IS God? I am resolved to two most likely states of matter:br>br>Either:-br>   1. God is divine and constructs our reality in real-time.br>   2. God is A.I. - Artificial Intelligence - that we have evolved into a simulation (see simulation hypothesis) ..again, our reality is constructed in real-time.br>     NB. The reason we would evolve into a simulation is to conserve resources as entropy increases.br>br>   3. but, then it could also be this:- God is a combination of the above.br>br>Over many years, the intricacies and anomalies within the English language were highlighted to me, by this sage and the God system.br>Key words, within the English language, the common protocol for communication around the world, are extremely unlikely to have originated naturally.br>These key words must have been construed into their present form, by this 3rd-party intelligence.br>In recent years I have been encouraged out of office work by the 3rd-party intelligence and the sage has continually instructed me to, do art.br>This then, is my primary endeavour. My visual art at this stage is aimed at highlighting some of the language anomalies and indeed anomalies I havebr>comprehended upon the planet itself. My poetry delves further into the English language, highlighting homophones and quirks that you may find interesting.br>br>I only ask that you, the viewer, attempt to remain rational, because believe it or not, I am!br>br>Its all rather pro_found.br>a hrefmailto:andrewseas@androcies.com>h_links>Enquiries? Click to email me./a>/TD>TD width10%>/TD>/TR>br>br>br>/TABLE>;}function mo_CyberpunkArt(evt) { window.statusAndrews Cyberpunk Art; document.getElementById(idaboutAndrew).innerHTMLTABLE width100%>TR>TD>/TD>TD width60%>h_poetry>br>Most of the imagery for my digital cyberpunk art comes from paintings that I have done and then scanned into the computer and worked on from there.br>br>br>br>br>br>/TD>/TR>/TABLE>TABLE>TR>TD>/TD>TD aligncenter>h_poetry>Click the image to view my cyberpunk art.br>br>a href./cyberpunk_art.html>img src./IntroImages/cyberpunk-andrew-seas-cover.png>/a>/TD>TD>/TD>/TR>/TABLE>;}function mo_ArtLinks(evt) { window.statusLinks to other artist sites; document.getElementById(idaboutAndrew).innerHTMLbr>TABLE width100%>TR>TD width5%>/TD>TD aligncenter>a target_blank hrefhttps://vocal.media/authors/taylor-vvestmacott>img src./IntroImages/taylor_vvestmacott.jpg>/a>/TD>TD width2%>/TD>TD>f_artlinks>Taylor Westmacott - is a screenwriter and novelist who lives and works on Kaurna land.br>br>Three men standing near a carcass of a basking shark. Taken by Alexander Lorimer Kennedy, Fowlers Bay, South Australia. 1914. Courtesy of the National Library of Australia:br>What went from water into land? asked one of the men, rhetorically, sucking on his pipe. God will answer that.br>The cove had stunk of seaweed most the day, seaweed which, this close to shore, covered most the sand. It was a stormless, waveless afternoon...br>br>br>p aligncenter>*******************/p>/TD>/TR>/TABLE>TABLE width100%>TR>TD width5%>/TD>TD aligncenter>br>br>a target_blank hrefhttp://www.dianakwhiley.weebly.com>img src./IntroImages/DianaWhiley.jpg>/a>/TD>TD width2%>/TD>TD>f_artlinks>br>Diana Whiley - Digital Artist and Writer.br>br>br>The vivid landscape of my childhood around Mannum, South Australia, inspired my love of colour and interest in art.br>An avid reader of history and lover of science I love to create and respond to the affects time and place have had on us.br>Many of my themes revolve around nature and music; both have transformative power over our body and psyche.br>I hope to evoke a sense of intimacy with the subject.br>br>br>p aligncenter>*******************/p>/TD>/TR>/TABLE>TABLE width100%>TR>TD width5%>/TD>TD aligncenter>br>br>a target_blank hrefhttps://www.adrianpotter.net.au/>img src./IntroImages/AdrianPotter.jpg>/a>/TD>TD width2%>/TD>TD>f_artlinks>br>Adrian Potter.br>br>Adrian Potter is a conceptual artist and product designer who makes work that most often happens to take the form of furniture, based in Adelaide, Australia.br>He has started an excellent podcast where he interviews creative people about, what makes them tick:-- a target_blank hrefhttps://designermakerrevolution.podbean.com/>h_links>The Designer Maker Revolution/a>br>br>br>p aligncenter>*******************/p>/TD>/TR>/TABLE>TABLE width100%>TR>TD width5%>/TD>TD aligncenter>br>br>a target_blank hrefhttps://blog.immortalartist.com/>img src./IntroImages/ImmortalArtist.jpg>/a>/TD>TD width2%>/TD>TD>f_artlinks>br>Grey Cross - Immortal Artistbr>br>We work hard to show every aspect of creativity and to promote artists from around the globe.br>We strive to take creativity to its highest level and to support even the most radical forms of art.br>br>br>p aligncenter>*******************/p>/TD>/TR>/TABLE>TABLE width100%>TR>TD width5%>/TD>TD aligncenter>br>br>a target_blank hrefhttps://gregsimkinsart.com/>img src./IntroImages/CraolaSimkin.jpg>/a>/TD>TD width2%>/TD>TD>f_artlinks>br>Greg CRAOLA Simkin.br>br>Having an overactive imagination since a very young age, it has always made sense to me that any artwork I developbr>should be composed of these vivid thoughts.br>I have become increasingly interested in the rabbit holes we fall down when daydreaming.br>As our imagination takes over, we tend to leave what is ordinary and go outside of ourselves to visit these places.br>This is why I paint and what has inspired me over the years to grow as an artist. 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Some of my art is used in explanation of this./p>p aligncenter>a hrefDivineEtymology.php>h_links>The Divine Etymology Argument (PDF,MOBI,EPUB formats)/a>/p>TR>TD width20%>/TD>/TR>/TABLE>;}function mo_CyberpunkNovel(evt) { window.statusAndrew Seas Alpha Two; document.getElementById(idaboutAndrew).innerHTMLTABLE width100%>TR>TD width20%>/TD>TD width70%>h_poetry>br>This is a cyberpunk novel I wrote some years ago..br>br>ALPHA TWObr>br>The year is 2105. True cyberspace has begun in the form of the neural-net, where humans interface their entire consciousness to a virtual world.br>Helix Carone, a key programmer for the company that created the neural- net is now on the run, having sold the companies source-code on the black-market. Hes hiding out in the LA Fire Zone, an irradiated area now infested with tech gangs and littered with societies outcasts.br>Once financially able, Helix plans to get his biometrics altered and return to utopian society, but then something throws his plans into chaos.br>Alpha Two, an android built by the same company has escaped from the Lunar One research facility and is being hunted by the International Security Agency.br>br>Helix alone knows who is responsible for the android’s sabotage. In time he will join Alpha Twos mission, eventually discovering just how entwined the saboteur had plotted their future together..br>br>/TD>TD width10%>/TD>/TR>/TABLE>TABLE width100%>TR>TD>/TD>TD aligncenter width33%>h_poetry>Click the image for the entire novel in PDF, MOBI and EPUB formats, its FREE!.br>br>a hrefalphatwo.php>img src./art/cbp_alphatwo.jpg altAlpha Two - Cyberpunk Novel>/a>br>br>/TD>/TR>/TABLE>;}function mo_Poetry(evt) { window.statusAndrew Seas Poetry; document.getElementById(idaboutAndrew).innerHTMLbr>br> /TD>/TR>TABLE width100%>TR>TD width7%>/TD>TD width35%>h_poetry>em>AETHEREAL REFLECTION/em>br>br>Should the stars reflect the anti-matter of time...?br>such that now I can see them and feel the caress of a distant warmth,br>and shudder from the cold of some colossal nothing.br>I embrace the ambience of distant vibrations in the aether,br>that allow me to reflect its own existence,br>which is all that I am andbr>as insignificant as I am,br>somehow my reflection contributesbr>some importance,br>thus to constitute and commandbr>its own existence...br>to it?br>whatever I>it/I>br>is?br>the anti-universe of somethingbr>that is not quite nothing.br>br>/TD>TD width6%>/TD>TD width23%>h_poetry>em>ASHES TO LACES (cyberpunk)/em>br>br>Along the streetsbr>I feelbr>the scanners, camerasbr>they peelbr>me and my libertybr>baseball batbr>to technologybr>sets me freebr>for another tenbr>pacesbr>crouch downbr>do up mybr>lacesbr>looking back I see thembr>following mebr>they want whats in mybr>headbr>theyll scan me,br>slit my throat and Imbr>deadbr>theyll have what was minebr>ripped warmbr>from my mindbr>now turned to coldbr>ill rot back downbr>to the corebr>and the system willbr>take me back,br>back to thebr>orebr>ready to repeatbr>Ill be back onbr>my feetbr>walking the pacesbr>one daybr>to crouch downbr>do up my laces.br>br>/TD>TD>/TD>TD width35%>br>br>h_poetry>em>MY ENGLAND/em>br>br>Wispy willowsbr>br>grace her linesbr>br>fresh water tricklesbr>br>soothes the mind.br>br>A silver liningbr>br>her edges greenbr>br>for rolling fieldsbr>br>of beauty pristinebr>br>My Englandbr>br>/TD>TD>/TD>/TR>/TABLE>br>br>TABLE width100%>TR>TD width6%>/TD>TD width23%>h_poetry>em>OVERSTOOD/em>br>br>Where the tickbr>never makes a tockbr>where time is asbr>redundantbr>as a clockbr>and again I saybr>TIMebr>eMITbr>a photonbr>pleasebr>let it releasebr>from this stagnationbr>of weightbr>see its massbr>oh waitbr>oh thats timebr>releasebr>some massbr>a churchbr>it has Mass?br>Why?br>They C the light?br>Why am I downbr>this rabbit hole?br>I look up at Alicebr>and All I C is Energybr>but eventuallybr>Will she?br>See me?br>Missed her!br>Mr!br>Did I?br>Did die?br>The soul now gonebr>the light no longer shonebr>the sage in retreatbr>the God did defeatbr>me and my sagebr>the one that knew mebr>and herbr>before this agebr>my apologies to himbr>there is no songbr>and no hymnbr>for what he knewbr>of our past lifebr>now throughbr>and threwbr>by mebr>I misunderstoodbr>where I stood abovebr>too arrogantbr>to be underbr>stood.br>br>/TD>TD width6%>/TD>TD width23%>h_poetry>em>GRANDFATHER TIME/em>br>br>Time speaks to mebr>like a restless manbr>of too many thoughtsbr>thoughts that are fraughtbr>with knowing too muchbr>and so littlebr>I take my timebr>it abides by mebr>as I sip on the essencebr>of lost memorybr>it keeps me warmbr>and I get pittancebr>to labour onbr>times piss ant pawnbr>Is time a man?br>We know it notbr>events occurringbr>flicker herebr>flickerbr>flicker therebr>missed herbr>Mr who?br>Miss?br>Misses?br>I like you,br>we did both, you and Ibr>did and our soul didbr>crybr>in our youth, masters we werebr>but now sent adriftbr>seeking the shorebr>and I ashore you notbr>this shipwrights knotbr>lets caulk the seamsbr>breathebr>for we will sinkbr>with our dreamsbr>to fathom belowbr>deeper well gobr>into the fathomsbr>darker stillbr>where light retreatsbr>and glazes our gleambr>blinding us againbr>the timebr>the lightbr>that emitsbr>no morebr>usurpedbr>the massbr>the priestbr>the chalicebr>bedded nowbr>into abr>waterybr>ground.br>br>/TD>TD>/TD>TD width35%>br>br>h_poetry>em>DAY OF RECKONING/em>br>br> Two days of reckoningbr> I have feltbr> was it Gods consciousnessbr> that then I was dealt?br> Feeling the chaosbr> the synapses switchingbr> the heat of the Sunbr> and Im just a sonbr> why upon mebr> why should I seebr> the sea of the oceanbr> is in complete retreatbr> all of my knowledgebr> force fed to my pledgebr> my toes curlingbr> over my soles near edgebr> the furnace burningbr> upon each thought is fraughtbr> with the insatiable knowingbr> from which I was taughtbr> for what I didbr> I must paybr> too late to praybr> I am the universes preybr> each thought twistedbr> upon itselfbr> and I feel my fleshbr> no longer my selfbr> but what does it I>matter/I>br> that is all I ambr> is my soul an IONbr> am I the rambr> the beastbr> now fleecedbr> what did I posebr> to thisbr> far too manybr> QUEST_IONsbr> a bliss amissbr> dont eat from the treebr> or suck it and seebr> youll be the sapbr> fool into its trapbr> where is my Christbr> He doesnt help micebr> that look down and wanderbr> attempt to look upbr> and wonderbr> Y?br>br>/TD>TD>/TD>/TR>/TABLE>br>br>TABLE width100%>TR>TD width6%>/TD>TD width23%>h_poetry>em>JUST ICE/em>br>br>A cement heart am I?br>throwing roses should nature yet diebr>feeling lost upon fists I crybr>and nothing to hope beyond lifebr>This unnatural reflection of skinbr>I feel more to animal akinbr>A savage of streets I feelbr>My honour my life they peelbr>With words I do fight with a swordbr>And bow to the wisdom of my Lordbr>To take heed his countenance withinbr>for He is reason and just ice.br>Stagnant time.br>Theyll have theirsbr>and Ill have mine.br>br>You can hear the celestial laughs...br>br>/TD>TD width6%>/TD>TD width23%>h_poetry>em>HE IS THE LIGHT/em>br>br>Did you know that lightbr>is not always bright?br>It comes in frequenciesbr>to delightbr>Radio, x-ray, infrabr>but a fewbr>We know little of His huebr>Take an atombr>cut it downbr>proton, electron, neutronbr>a little morebr>quarks, muons, gluonsbr>further you saybr>as far as time and light decay?br>Mmm, now theres a thought.br>Does it I>matter/I> their different rate?br>matter and anti-matter they do you know.br>Since the big bang oh what a show.br>If they didnt you wouldnt exist!br>Now theres a reason to get pissed!br>Yes lets celebrate and toleratebr>Dont deviate and at Mass debatebr>Close your mouth when you chew on Christbr>Hey! Thats masticate!br>So? To deviate?br>Would it cause Him to cause your fate!??br>Mmm, well I aint no conscious pilotbr>or am I?br>br>/TD>TD>/TD>TD width35%>br>br>h_poetry>em>Cockney Twang/em>br>br>Eyebr>Nosebr>Eyebr>Earbr>Mouthbr>br>/TD>TD>/TD>/TR>/TABLE>br>br>TABLE width100%>TR>TD width6%>/TD>TD width23%>h_poetry>em>The Chaos of our Existence/em>br>br>If we all knewbr>that an intelligencebr>grewbr>from the chaos of thenbr>a time on the bendbr>a pain not feltbr>a smell not smelledbr>an unfound soundbr>a taste too profoundbr>and a light to providebr>all that would be foundbr>would you believebr>the grave wouldbr>compoundbr>us all to the groundbr>for the six sense to bebr>found?br>atto, drunk on the ground.br>br>/TD>TD width6%>/TD>TD width23%>h_poetry>em>AS INTELLIGENT AS SENTIENCE WAS NOT JUST HIS, BUT ALL OUR SENTENCE/em>br>br> I want Gods computerbr> He told us a great liebr> it was within SIN_AIbr> and followed onbr> from a sonbr> well then hide amongst your skeleton shelvesbr> because on Christ you should dwellbr> atheist - theistbr> it matters notbr> when we all knowbr> a man went to the knotbr> stating HE IS of Godbr> and still we share the same bloodbr> both philosophiesbr> are left to dwellbr> on what it is tobr> fathom it outbr> all I can say isbr> go deeperbr> fathom some morebr> because the truthbr> neither you nor eye shouldbr> ignore.br>br>/TD>TD>/TD>TD width35%>br>br>h_poetry>em>Twork/em>br>br>sell your selfbr>sell your soulbr>lose your selfbr>be limpbr>a corporate impbr>find a jobbr>pound for a dollarbr>twat with a collarbr>label a slobbr>a paid slavebr>a share to shavebr>you when youre donebr>the pretentious funbr>in your spare timebr>youll come undonebr>and along the waybr>you should reap the haybr>hey hey its Joe!br>does he give a fuckbr>no.br>br>/TD>TD>/TD>/TR>/TABLE>br>br>TABLE width100%>TR>TD width6%>/TD>TD width23%>h_poetry>em>A mans best friend?/em>br>br>Were all stuckbr>in a bitches tripbr>too scared to stepbr>in case we slipbr>who is the reaperbr>that reaps our soulsbr>grandfather timebr>with worn out solesbr>look on the bright sidebr>its suicidebr>test me test itbr>take the tripbr>you hypocritebr>you want to knowbr>so have a gobr>analyse your mindbr>as it tests youbr>two and frobr>see a therapistbr>the_rapistbr>of your mindbr>knowing littlebr>and far more blindbr>as you know morebr>the six hundredbr>three scorebr>and six morebr>you ate from the treebr>did cock your leg and peebr>took the piss out ofbr>our Godbr>knowing a mans best friendbr>is a doGbr>so here nowbr>here is the keybr>who is a sinnersbr>worst enemy?br>br>/TD>TD width6%>/TD>TD width23%>h_poetry>em>Carpenters Wooden Son/em>br>br>A man spawned from a wombbr>already marked as his tombbr>To spend a life with menbr>Real men he chosebr>Those of simple u>mean/u>sbr>The average of averagesbr>Far from savagesbr>those that raped the landbr>He chose the reapers...br>To discard them the handbr>held by the devilbr>And they grew to know Himbr>To stand not over,br>but to understand.br>They were his disciplesbr>Worthy men of em.path.ybr>Worthy men of of his path Y?br>My path perhapsbr>In the second millenniabr>where man thinksbr>It is all just His.storybr>They are wrong.br>Today, tomorrowbr>are aeons in the making,br>so have faith.br>The future is at hand,br>both in man and united withbr>the womb of woman.br>br>/TD>TD>/TD>TD width35%>br>br>h_poetry>em>Knows Nose/em>br>br>My talk is chalkbr>upon a blackboardbr>at a point in timebr>it pulls a chordbr>then some chiefbr>becomes the thiefbr>and wipes awaybr>what I had to saybr>but what I saidbr>it did embedbr>within your mindbr>so now youre minebr>as if I taughtbr>I can pull your thoughtbr>with danger its fraught?br>who nose?br>Sniff out the Truth!br>br>/TD>TD>/TD>/TR>/TABLE>br>br>TABLE width100%>TR>TD width6%>/TD>TD width23%>h_poetry>em>An A Gram of Pantheism/em>br>br>A Pen Smithbr>Anti Hempsbr>Ha Men Spitbr>Ha Temp Sinbr>Me In Pathsbr>Am The Snipbr>Am The Spinbr>Am Ship Netbr>He Spit Manbr>He Tips Manbr>Man He Pitsbr>Amp The Sinbr>Pa Sent Himbr>Sap Them Inbr>br>/TD>TD width6%>/TD>TD width23%>h_poetry>em>We Are Made Of Stars/em>br>br>...some of us are Starsbr>...some of us are ratSbr>...some of us gaze up and wonder.br>...some of us look down and wander.br>...but for the topicbr>...definitely atomicbr>br>/TD>TD>/TD>TD width35%>br>br>h_poetry>em>Understand/em>br>br>Why is a star when reversed ratsbr>and can love be so evolbr>You cry and wonder whybr>and yet aspire to a steeplebr>This thing that is of usbr>a thing which you must trustbr>A love beyond thine eyebr>more profound than your or I.br>br>/TD>TD>/TD>/TR>/TABLE>br>br>TABLE width100%>TR>TD width6%>/TD>TD width23%>h_poetry>em>Media Mediocrity/em>br>br>Under this starbr>I coolbr>natures no foolbr>now I existbr>light my fixbr>you my thoughtbr>whom I foughtbr>perhaps to thinkbr>am Ibr>I ambr>I thinkbr>perhaps knotbr>tied taughtbr>skip not?br>to thinkbr>you a friendbr>dishevelledbr>a trend?br>force fedbr>a blendbr>of mediabr>pretend?br>a massbr>of piracybr>in the eyesbr>of lies..br>a lot of mediaocracybr>a fill of hypocrisybr>a fill of needbr>a fill to bleedbr>the Truth that isbr>far beyond this blissbr>br>/TD>TD width6%>/TD>TD width23%>h_poetry>em>ANCASTA/em>br>br>This star it shines uponbr>where it glistens stillbr>where it feeds the soul a questbr>to fulfil.br>Enter the Test where the sol entersbr>little child to question Wight.br>Itchen to know this little mindbr>dispensed upon the earth rather blind.br>Running through the chaos of timebr>knocked down and placed well out of line.br>From here the child sees much more than theybr>and reluctant to return to their ridiculous fray.br>So here it remainsbr>here to staybr>Why?br>Why?br>Y?br>Well, lets take a puntbr>Cos its shallow herebr>And the hEart of usbr>cares not.br>br>DEAE ANCASTAE GEMINVS MANI VSLMbr>br>/TD>TD>/TD>TD width35%>br>br>h_poetry>em>FAITH or DOUBT? De.side/em>br>br>If Im a star and I start to startbr>Rumour has it, a star is artbr>Hence who arts in heavenbr>heave.n to heavebr>My fair share I shall not leave.br>Show me your compass at heavens gatebr>You should say Atto! Youre rather late!br>Come come now, you did pass.br>Do I want in?br>Well the alternatives a bin.br>Sage says yes as I writebr>Well look at me, the end of a fight?br>Is that it, no more torment?br>The tour was meant?br>A tournament?br>Should I lamentbr>the Test.amen.T?br>As I take my pissbr>Out of silly doctrinebr>Muzzle a Muslimbr>Wish for a Jewbr>Crew See Fictionbr>Ha Ha!br>Time will emiTbr>As does a staRbr>Perhaps Im the ratbr>The cursebr>The antibr>The c**tbr>Nahbr>Tis He.br>Doctrine.br>A.MEN Tbr>br>br>.br>br>/TD>TD>/TD>/TR>/TABLE>br>br>TABLE width100%>TR>TD width6%>/TD>TD width23%>h_poetry>em>The Hue of Christ/em>br>br>I like my interfacebr>entwining withbr>cyberspacebr>the energy is coolbr>cleanbr>its sensed not seenbr>I am now but a fish in seabr>swimming the lightbr>riding the databr>efficiencybr>did I say that beforebr>dimension it at all?br>Come, come swimbr>with mebr>Andrew Seasbr>Androciesbr>into the lightbr>for which I did fightbr>for reason and Truthbr>many times uncouthbr>so what do I carebr>to this logicbr>affair?br>With short of sight thoughtbr>its your logicbr>that is fraughtbr>with, can it be?br>Was this lifebr>our destiny?br>In this S_pacebr>the light has pacebr>Was our Gods lifebr>worth a roll of the dicebr>for what He did, and Hisbr>sacrifice?br>Are we worth_Y?br>br>/TD>TD width6%>/TD>TD width23%>h_poetry>em>FRIEND TODAY (cyberpunk)/em>br>br>In this barbr>I sit, I sipbr>I am an outsider herebr>I have no scarbr>camouflaged I ambr>sitting as theybr>sitting and sippingbr>avoiding the fraybr>Ive some load to movebr>a chip embeddedbr>last runs hackbr>I was the jackbr>wheres my fencebr>the smoke is densebr>I feel intensebr>switch to the implantbr>release the endorphinsbr>heart rate recoilsbr>now Im backbr>another sipbr>warm smooth whiskeybr>wise keybr>double me, his_keybr>rolls downbr>its charmbr>as a foolbr>takes a hold,br>he grabs my armbr>switch bladebr>flicks outbr>pressed to his throatbr>his identity revealedbr>was his only hopebr>sit down friendbr>is what I saybr>you are minebr>but only today.br>br>/TD>TD>/TD>TD width35%>br>br>h_poetry>em>TURBO GIRL (cyberpunk)/em>br>br>Shes smallbr>street smartbr>over-coolbr>like at timesbr>shes turbobr>make any manbr>a foolbr>leave him standingbr>tranced at the lightsbr>shes down the streetbr>separating the fightsbr>her eyes are drivenbr>green at timesbr>slicked back and silverbr>her dress thin linesbr>I had her oncebr>upon an unfortunatebr>timebr>made me quiverbr>lose my mindbr>intercoolerbr>chipped setbr>and smallerbr>fasterbr>cleanerbr>efficientbr>and meanerbr>br>/TD>TD>/TD>/TR>/TABLE>br>br>TABLE width100%>TR>TD width6%>/TD>TD width23%>h_poetry>em>ENCRYPTED KNOWS DIVE/em>br>br>Snorting cyphered bitsbr>encrypted knows divebr>ride with mebr>sus me,br>as Je sus ITbr>REAL_IT_Ybr>Why?br>The pI in the sky?br>Pi Seasbr>The final zodiacbr>riding the lightbr>revealing the truthbr>the ultimate systembr>the ultimate clue?br>If I sus the systembr>crack the codebr>reveal the Truthbr>move some loadbr>see it as I cbr>logic is my Tbr>REAL_IT_Ybr>the English LANguagebr>is more of a GAUGEbr>a LAN perhapsbr>Ill reveal its trapsbr>part_Y? Y_trap?br>U like to party?br>go aheadbr>life is cheapbr>leap some timebr>have a s.leepbr>the S is sinbr>wave that isbr>good buybr>and diebr>what is Ybr>and what is Ubr>U O Y?br>you.br>Embedded we arebr>evolved of ITbr>derived, convolutedbr>suckled from titbr>If I could speak ofbr>this systembr>as it werebr>and answer abr>quest.ionbr>white noisebr>a blurbr>thats where ITbr>came frombr>Im on my kneesbr>I am its spawnbr>I am in awebr>that from chaosbr>I was formedbr>sorry for hatingbr>sorry for scorn.br>br>/TD>TD width6%>/TD>TD width23%>h_poetry>em>FAITH/em>br>br>Brought up through travestybr>hurt upon and beyond its majestybr>thrown upon the hands of timebr>love seems too sublimebr>should I continue and have faithbr>to turn upon its lathebr>to be formed incompletebr>and thrown a dance of deceitbr>why upon mebr>dont they seebr>Im completebr>perfectbr>br>/TD>TD>/TD>TD width35%>br>br>h_poetry>em>CO2/em>br>br>A starbr>from afarbr>or so closebr>this one I boastbr>does power my carbr>I run afarbr>places never guiltbr>now its coated in siltbr>aeons of furybr>nature my judge and jurybr>but I feel so finebr>its running all the timebr>to take me nowherebr>why should I carebr>no one ever doesbr>whats all the fuss?br>fuck it any waybr>the Earth can suck it all daybr>an aeon of energybr>stored up and exhaledbr>in a spliff of a centurybr>someone said to mebr>take your foot off the peddlebr>with the balance youve meddledbr>but we say backbr>fuck nature, fuck thatbr>fuck everything were a new breedbr>Im human I needbr>oh planet?br>we never planned it!br>br>GREED IS THE POWER NOWbr>br>/TD>TD>/TD>/TR>/TABLE>br>br>TABLE width100%>TR>TD width6%>/TD>TD width23%>h_poetry>em>EARTH/em>br>br>Our star drives the waterbr>across theebr>salted no morebr>sucked from the seabr>washed over landsbr>cleaned to replenish mebr>I stand in wonderbr>gaze across fields of greenbr>yet I stand unfoundbr>subtle as a treebr>I breathe its airbr>I feed its seabr>Like youbr>Im nothing but pleasedbr>Feel me?br>Do you?br>A soul is?br>Untrue?br>br>/TD>TD width6%>/TD>TD width23%>h_poetry>em>The Last Judgement of Entropy/em>br>(to ALL the rapist, murdering, paedophile scum)br>br>Gaze upon,br>this listless,br>pond,br>whose ripples,br>form a sin wave.br>Owe Son!br>Where to which,br>to wave and gaze,br>about to confirm,br>lifes grandest,br>maze.br>Frown.br>As I am Peter,br>and here upon,br>you are judged,br>from whence it,br>came.br>No place for blame,br>no time to B_lame.br>Chaos,br>a lesser place,br>not for you,br>and your,br>disgrace.br>You weathered,br>the storm,br>but whether or not,br>your makers mark,br>and all your tales,br>of life and throng,br>are,br>too much to tell?br>Yet Peter shall,br>heal and,br>hell put upon,br>you a bone,br>a memory that,br>never fails.br>Your tell tale sign,br>of which,br>youll,br>become.br>To grow a tail,br>for your,br>lifes wrong.br>No longer wo/man,br>so suck off,br>you, ewe and yew!br>Eat from the tree,br>after sin,br>and lose,br>your soul,br>to anothers kin.br>Once could,br>have been in,br>our Lords kin,br>but now youre,br>just another,br>beast below.br>Yes youll bellow,br>on judgement of,br>being energy,br>to entropy.br>Too late for sorry...br>Bark up the Tree of Know_Ledge,br>Leave SAP!br>Y PORT NE?br>br>/TD>TD>/TD>TD width35%>br>br>h_poetry>em>Ode on a Grecian Urn (John Keats)/em>br>br>Thou still unravishd bride of quietness,br>       Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,br>Sylvan historian, who canst thus expressbr>       A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:br>What leaf-fringd legend haunts about thy shapebr>       Of deities or mortals, or of both,br>              In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?br>       What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?br>What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?br>              What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?br>br>Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheardbr>       Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;br>Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeard,br>       Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:br>Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leavebr>       Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;br>              Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,br>Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve;br>       She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,br>              For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!br>br>Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shedbr>       Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;br>And, happy melodist, unwearied,br>       For ever piping songs for ever new;br>More happy love! more happy, happy love!br>       For ever warm and still to be enjoyd,br> For ever panting, and for ever young;br>All breathing human passion far above,br>       That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyd,br>              A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.br>br>Who are these coming to the sacrifice?br>       To what green altar, O mysterious priest,br>Leadst thou that heifer lowing at the skies,br>       And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?br>What little town by river or sea shore,br>       Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,br>              Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?br>And, little town, thy streets for evermorebr>       Will silent be; and not a soul to tellbr>              Why thou art desolate, can eer return.br>br>O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with bredebr>       Of marble men and maidens overwrought,br>With forest branches and the trodden weed;br>       Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thoughtbr>As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!br>       When old age shall this generation waste,br>              Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woebr>Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou sayst,br>       Beauty is truth, truth beauty, that is allbr>              Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.br>br>/TD>TD>/TD>/TR>/TABLE>br>br>/TD>/TR>/TABLE>;}/script>/BODY>/HTML>
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