The Agency

An Ancient Agency - by liveworld

an ancient agency, aging generously
generating genius and genetic prison, indoctrination versus documentation of forever
within this thin loop, feeding back to the hand that feeds, seeding doubt among your peers to reap a better nowmorrow
never ever worry bout tomorrow while today still sounds like yesterday sounded
an ancient agency
are we within ourselves or are the other realms, anaestheticized by fears, un-aesthetic and stark, cloudless internet mind
a key
board
bored
keyto?
a keyboard and a keyboard, usb too’d together, twined like time
an ancient agency
edging along eggshells, english giving way to hopelandic genetic paradigm shifts, shitting out eternity through your third cockhole
a key to the burgeoning burden of a thought we’ve all forgotten to write down, but memorized tomorrow
mercury, rising
mercurial cure all for my idolatry, idolized elevation
rich and poor, pouring eternity from my cofee cup (which has never held coffee), roaring under wasp stings to washing the dirt off, ya dig?
dangerous amour in the morning, kindling a pinched perception of childhood synthesized, aesthetically apostlic, prophetic (we are approving the loan)
loners, rich adventure,a joint venture in hypocrisy, an oath taken under lovedrunk and punched up strangers
o your god
o youre god
or you got it all wrong
mushy realities, aging generously
an ancient agency
alien apathetic strangeness
straight transcription from a nowever stuck in my head
saving the world one drop at time
curiosity perplexed? yep (me too, me too)
two tone totem symbioisis, tuning out and dropping plates on your ass, bitch
this is rolling away from an agency, an ancient aging prophetic dichotemy
an ancient agency
guilt wont get in, guilded in herladry, reckoning dead rings to meaning, systems seeming unalive
nero championed the burning of the bush
dna encoded genis, jean wearing geniuses jamming frequencing with toasted honey butter
an ancient agency
cotangential complex right now, o boy
science can’t get high, do you realize what youve done?
triple layered tectonic tribulations synthezing symphonic sequences surreally?
you am the alien agent
iambic pentogram
limbeck systemic gratification, waging war on this gig riddled dollar hole devisivity
an ancient agency
an ancient message, nu nude noodlewaving in the wind, winding down now, over and out til tomorrow
an acient legacy
an agent’s sanctity, societal swarms, normally engraved upon your birth one thousand times, the cabal of one
this wave has broken down, this layer’s a lie (why) (!)
is this incongruous with arbitrary truth harbitors?
magickal kaliwhacking
clouds obscured the agency this evening
scrolling through the fields of time, feeling out of time with our parent’s anscestory stories.
this is obviously nonsense.
so was doctor seuss, whose good doctoring gets doting unwillingly, unknowingly by drinking the pee of an ancient monkey
doctor who?
an ancient agency
an unwavering consistency, stapling my inconceivable notion of tomorrow’s undoing to right the fuck now
an aging egg, lusty
sex and violins swell
an ancient agency
this wave cannot repeat
this wave cannot repeat, see?
an ancient clock, clogging clogs in rhythm with the natural eye
thrust up through the distance, the ancient rhyme
organic orgasms, orgiastic organisms, orally ranging from the herrendous to the unheeling, unconscious mammary memory
this wave is encrypted
this wave is incredible
this wino has no credibility
this vine has no sacred ties to the future
an ancient agency, laboring languised, awakening something we don’t understand
finding the apocraphex
listen to aphex twin today at the agency
slide down the time knife, kid, into an adult content laden world
druggiest, sluggish sizzles upon the wavelengths
an ancient age
a new one
the darkest dark, scanning the internet for signs of life
nope, none
the cia is probably watching you think this right now
they can’t tell you the difference between a lightwave and a soundcannon, can they?
this musical sect is sexy
sectioning off the agency’s birth pangs
sectioning on a biorhythmic anomaly, sectioning on a second coming of congenial germs
congruent constructs
my wave is waging war on yours, take cover
take the cover off the book and cover up your buttocks, you crooked, dirty bird
an ancient agency
the wave shut off from the source, coursing thru coarse galaxies to melt our veins with cold cunning linguists
what?
this wave cannot repeat
this wave better kiss its physics goodbye or else
or what else could we do today, let’s start an agency
an ancient one?
an ancient legacy flux
open it
this agency’s silly isn’t it?
(obviously)
what a novel sideways connection joyce’s novel made, ese
it is getting stronger isn’t it?
my weakness i mean. i can’t hold on to the dream
an ancient lullaby
a mean, mean meme, well meaning but mesmerizing
logically yogic, waving your tidbits at a three way mirror on the space station
are we paying tribute, attention, or what?
pay my what
pay it forward at the agency: nov 21, 2008.
what a random stardance, mysterious mythical mastery of lingering scientific logo creation
the logos is alive
this wave is the agency
this wave cannot repeat
this wave cannot repeat
but it can rhyme given thyme and other spices, it is getting hot in herre, isn’t it?
yes, it is getting stronger, your right, there is not a now
there isn’t an average? nope. nowhere.
an ancient agency
latent haphazardry, withheld my wizardry for ages
getting on with the queueueu
the coalescing concrescence lives on coal
FEMA IS WATCHING TOO
yeah, well so am i, so watch your ass mister system savior
it’s almost 5 now, so we’re about to get off (as it were)
as it will be
the agency will be a hurricane, a mighty wave declaration
this information is dissassosiative and disastrous isn’t it?
what has the agency done for this emergency? everything.
you betcha.
an ancient agency.
an aging beaurocracy
a nu techgnosis, agnosic front onward to yesterday
stop the wave.
the fire opened something didn’t it?
how many of us are there? who? how many me’s in this meme wave, folded in triplicate
thanks to the agency
el nino weather made the fire vibrant enough to reach forward through the wave into the el rey, the king’s golden western ancestry
what an ill nino i am
my iambic limbs, lamb of god perverted
where is the line, america?
there’s not a big enough line to draw to snort the dust out of bush’s warfare
is there a window?
josh’ll wash it.
can this imagination be stretching any farther without a ridiculous ripping?
they’re waging ancient fevers within me
looking ahead, the process is biting the wave
BITER.
nanobytes for your ponanny nanny boo boo
i don’t understand a second, but my children’s grandmalevolence can withhold my agency’s beneficient magnanamosity
an ancient agency.
this wave is resourceful, huh?
what’s the cost to the warpurse, the warfare in fact is not fair, fare us well, fairys dwell within here too
you lunatic pervert
who me?
an ancient agency
my optimism’s schismatic prism is eschatological and i feel much better now, thank you.
the medicine is the fever.
forever now endows itself with time tramps, trouncing out the triumphant troopers’ tropical drift
adrift within this wave, limbeck infancy
it can’t stop, it won’t stop cuz time is like bad boy ya herd?
me, no, i’ll have no part in your herd, sir.
sire, rise to spires upon unforeseen spores of ancient loonaticism
this prism’s waving to the agency
the females and the ale and fema’s unconstructive deconstraddling the horizon and pissing on our own dreams
beep.
this is where our boredom brought us. a trip beyond what we thought was within.
this wave is unravelling
this wave is reveealing linguistic patterns, sordidly
assorted sporadic works of shakespeare, culture can’t hear my cries from behind the walls of this ancient scientific agency.
the end began anew with a knocking outside my window. a hammer to nail or a claw to derail with mean, mean teeth
an ancient agency
this wave unfolding carelessly, expecting bitter aspirants to rant acidicly, doubt it not
doubt it now!
that knocking is glorious, is it not?
who knocks at the dors
o thats just ol terence, helter skelter, giving me shelter from my rhyme scheme
where is our tolerance?
mine is low, fortunately.
this sickness is curing your agency and putting your disease at ease.
what a rabid sound dance. where’s my anger now?
an ancient agency.
this lecture is neglected and everpresent.
my omnipolarity is reading too far into my scary insights
what sights we see. i better lock my dors.
an ancient agency.