his grandmother Isobel, the Honourable Lady Cripps, widow of the English statesman the Right Honourable Sir Stafford Cripps

1st Baron Parmoor

The second-level symbols: P, Q, R, S, M, P

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                                                           䉫 (possible), w (necessary

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bols of this level are the simple or compound proposition in combined calculus.

 

The Ethics of Artificial Sexuality  

Panpsychism

 omage omage omage omega omage omega

fritata, scrambled eggs, mash-hash-car crash

now it is truly over because it feels like it.
a fitting place to be at the end, watching things burn,
away.
it must be good
or bad; there is something to the bits and pieces
about strewn cosmic justice scales.
now balance restored in right order, and
the disruptive menace gone.
truly turbulent times those that
turn to terrible things.
I, I, come to realize
I can barely hold my
eyes awake. Must be all
the thinking,
All that evil doing.

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how could
could how

loam leer
leer loam

could how (&)
how could (look better)

disjunction function
dirgible brigle bum
boomer man turbulent
tun tun son long
(like a dirty mophead)

BeastMaster (corporate rights over sense)

dialdiddledangledoodle
diddledaddledoodledial
dangledangledibbledim
doogledoogledapperdo. (activity is real)

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J.C.L Julian
J.C.L Conrad
J.C.L LaBounty

jibble chibble
labble labble

could How
How could?

what lies ahead, but waits to rest / oil / canvas / 11.5 x 11.5 in.

To:Terra, From: Corp.

do i need a duplex printer?
maybe its time to restock soap?

As the clock ticks silently down
To the hour of passing time,
Maybe it is time to restock on
Better stuff: whatever comes
To mind that makes the
door bell ring.
If its not here Then
better believe buddy somebody else has
got it.

And all I can do is weep inside
slow dripps out of a water pipe
leaking a little, creeping away
timely in fashion so that my
soul is little by little
less and less.

before the dawn or when the way ahead is yet dark

alone apart
alone apart
alone apart

like
together,
like
alike,
together it matters, &
so will
alone apart;

tonight
to taste
feast of fowl
and other delights
we dine, we dine
together alike
to feast, to feast
on each, other's, delight(s);               

depart, apart
departed, apart,
away to say
together tonight
Now alone, apart
apart,
across the dark,
lonely isles,
with little lights.

alight! alight,
each other's lights,
Now alone, apart,but
not quite dark.

Now together
together,
before we lie,
before we dream,
before we die;

apart,
depart
apart, but not
alone.

Flip the Preacher

Now what could science say?
Bad science, the kind that uses
dearly departed testing stock
engendering moral scar.

but even better scientific ways
palpitate ideas
sciences' exclusive, nether regions.
:
mad science
bad science
fringe science
savior science, &
necessary science, with
now techno science,
fabricates
Future.

When that first fighting bone,
when the first figured flame, in
the time when fields became bounty
when what is known has and is being figured
makes us grow beyond
what we are (and wish, wish, wish to be);

we pray to method, practice, and test
discipline the best with courage &
results as (figures to follow)
It's heard stated, "science make God, please" &

mad science mad science
mad science bad science
good science neu science
neu science good science
saving science without science
science science, science science.

Time Attack / oil / canvas / 15 x 14.5 in

The First Thing I had to Give Up

it wasn't the worst thing,
it wasn't the most expensive:
most valuable
most prized
rarest, coveted, sought after, fought over
obsessed about, idolized, And
even it was not that useful,
or beautiful
or held in the highest regard;
but it was the beginning
and signaled the end
for me,
when I lost the key
to my personal cellar
located eighth floor
next to the orchids
at the Roosevelt Club Shanghai.

looking for internal experience(s)
from external source(s).

snow angel / oil / canvas / 10 x 10 in

love poem

i don't think
i'd be alive
if someone didn't love me.
i don't think
i'd even care
to explain this lot in life.
if it wasn't for
the glory of
living this cycle in memory.
then there wouldn't be
a thing of me
to taste this air we breathe.

Blinded by the Wastes / oil / canvas / 16.5 x 12.5

nighttime activities

worn
whuming wum go go go
kkk
1? ummmmmmmmm
fulll

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why is anything the misplaced?
displaced because it was meant for measure,
and where is the ready rarrior
ready to signal with fire
that late demise of malaise
and mativation, momentary
materization, menantary
motion of the malaicious kind.

the payload was so much greater than its target that upon impact it wasn't so much body substance that went everywhere but a feeling of matter hot and with blood enveloping the air

In May last year the NIS said Kim had his defence chief, Hyon Yong-Chol, executed -- reportedly with the use of an anti-aircraft gun.

Space exploration in an international context offers a peaceful cooperative venue that is a valuable alternative to nation state hostilities. ---G. Scott Hubbard

i was a nothing
pure and done
with nothing but a dream
to b e c o m e,
i was a baby
born and due
to grow from that
into what i knew,
i was a child
ready to go
never slowing
didn't know,
i was older after
and older more
and grow older now
until i go,
from where I am,
which is never known.