From: Alfred Lehmberg <Lehmberg@snowhill.com> Date: Sat, 31 Jul 1999 04:56:10 -0500 Fwd Date: Sat, 31 Jul 1999 18:21:37 -0400 Subject: Alfred's Odd Ode #310 Apology to MW #310 (For July 31, 1999) Scientists are not amusing, lawyers are unkind (abusive), and cops (too busy) arm themselves to keep an *order* rich men will . . . Tesla's papers languish, hidden. Mystery confides (not kidding!) all those questions gone unanswered by the ones may give us cancer. Autonomy (so near at hand!) -- suggesting what it always had. We are _best_ when on our feet, and struggle is our _meal_ -- our feast. We would _have_ reward for work, to keep our edge alive -- alert. We'd have a _useful_ satisfaction, without division or detraction. We would look for stuff that flies in daylight, dusk, or starry skies. We would change our attitude -- we'd see what _worked_ and be imbued! We'd make it _not_ a petty crime to fake a sighting, anytime! It's the SAME as faking mayhem -- yelling FIRE in a stadium. It's faithless, mad -- a mal-occurrence to willfully create disturbance. It lacks no end to disrespect! It's rudeness at impertinent best. It's spit so greasy in your eye that scales form from lying slime. It's falseness in a presentation -- willful (thoughtful!) mis-creation. It's not used for elevation -- providing only sad deflation. Still you say that I'M the problem, and say it smoothly, charming -- solemn. I am not a _clear_ solution so I'm a REASON for confusion? This, my wage for asking why? This the fruit of endless skies that rain their strangeness willingly in ways that shake our fragile tree? It's true I'm asking tougher questions, but you dismiss the mere SUGGESTION that science has been _insufficient_, incomplete and so -- deficient! And this is said in plain cognition of its *gifts* (its imposition), 'cause it's _not_ the total picture; it won't save us; fill our pitcher! It won't give us ALL the answers. All by itself? It won't cure cancer! In fact, it causes more than cures, and vectors from our grace -- I'm sure. How did Homer (Virgil ?) know -- that Mars had moons so long ago? How would terror and a beating name these moons so quick and fleeting? Where can come that strange idea they couldn't see or _see_ conceive of? How'd they KNOW, or WHO would tell them? Where's that knowledge even _come_ from? This was what their legends said? This was myth (?), and fiction, dead? This was just an odd coincidence? This was nothing -- of no significance? You whistle past your graveyard, Bunky! Admit there's something to it, Chucky! You profess your mass hysterics, or suggest a dearth of clerics? Folks mistaken, mad -- misleading, misinformed or clearly bleeding from putrescent wounds they bear as ignorance confronts them . . . where! Jerked back and forth, incredulity -- weighed unfairly (institutionally), folks wallow in a murky mire of shadow truth and "stuff conspired". This avoids the real deal. And who is hurt if things get real? As we bury heads in sand we make it harder -- understand? You're the problem! You're no solution. You own convenient institutions! Cops and lawyers (strange collusion!), and Doctors dance with media -- fusion! Gub'mint's owned by un-elected masters of contrived confusion . . . Everywhere you look there's lying! Christians spinning webs decrying sins unseen if of their own, but quick for others with their stones. Little girls are taught to lie with make up or their inserts high. The Government's prevarication, the Church's lack of declaration, and distractions from a whorish news will sell the soap but spoil the stew. Doctors cheat on Medicare, and lawyers trump up _charges_ there. Cops can torture out confessions, opportunists squeeze concessions, futile schools still beat their kids, we even KNOW they're invalids! Lying is our way of life. We do it first! We ARE our strife! Best we cop and get right to it. I won't hear excuses -- screw it! Your denial stops progression; I can't believe in your obsession that we crown a grand creation built by God -- loves infestation . . . And what we are: mere parasites destroying hosts with all our might. We're not alone and we should stop. We're being watched, and we should cop! "Cop to what," you smirk and ask. Cop to time, its grand expanse. Cop to space, its plumbless reaches. Cop to matter! Minds beseech us, while you smirk your glad derision, paradigms are in collision. Lehmberg@snowhill.com More than paradigms it would so appear. Tune in next week. Restore John Ford! -- Ponder the Wit & Wisdom of Ching Chow! View "Unstill Life" -- Animation . . . and more. Consider Matter, Mind & Movement. See the current HTML "Apology to MW" with illustration. Take a ride in the Teleporter. Explore "Alfred Lehmberg's Alien View" at his Fortunecity URL. http://www.fortunecity.com/roswell/arecibo/46/ <Updated 31 July> John Ford Restoration Fund -- Send your checks and money orders to _me_, Alfred Lehmberg (cut out the lawyers, they got their's) at: 304 Melbourne Drive, Enterprise AL, 36330. Strict records kept. $350.00 pledged -- $200.00 collected! "I cleave the heavens, and soar to the infinite. What others see from afar, I leave far behind me." - Giordano Bruno, burned at the fundamentalist's stake.
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