Simple Theories

  From the thing itself, beyond seasoned aptness. Life is like living but blurred by you were listening. Aspect ratio telemetry in myriad languages smooth as rocks approaches time to look. Words piece together things or things find words. Endlessness is a choice, written big in words as shiny as geese. Words simply take the time in radiation and radical point. Stein wrote the heft of nothing special, start there or whatever. You can slowly adjust the franchise, commodity's inner workings. Subglacial quips, subliminal washouts, frantic azure in the breeze of frosty Friday: these special sparking hallways slyly enjoin. Maybe you read too much into reading too much. Further on is where you’ll stay.

  As if everything were something. You see rife but each grain bears a word. Words don't stop: shadow frame fields . A geology of words promulgates some statute of promise. Whole worlds needs forgetting, one syllable at a time. The Ur of thought, city state and grunt. Grains of sand, once aggregate, a moment. Sand has been in process forever, to the limits of  +ever  as a word. The teeth of water and wind have ground, and have grounded. You feel sand in your shoe since ancient times and now. You can only listen minutely, a system of wind and rain that sets your city-state beaming. Here the ancient minute, as you understand.

  The horde manages. In querulous crowd each bacterium rattles swords as a function of ruction. Ruction brings the bear of action. Bacteria has stuff to do and do this in the present listing pressure to do. Ready to inflame but not entirely negative presences, bacteria gather momentum. Like you and your tidal dreams, bacteria think prosperity at every moment. The think mind expands to giddy unlimited and frack (wrenches the rock). Universes are for filling. The candy of delight motivates the heated action. Tears cannot quench. A star, a star hangs proper in the sky forever while you witness. You are the energy you eat.

  Some of our bacteria-like friends Archaea have have  cannulae . These tube-like structures seem to connect cells after division. Books say this, anyway. Systemic connection where inklings grow beyond not until. This is an  idea , a waiting of form to appear. Community makes spontaneous. You know of bridges, the books they make. Archaea have begun in the process of gaining scape and scope. As such Polis, which bears a fostering vision. Unitary thought flattens the globe to the losing dimension of loud populace noise. Your stress has undergone replication on the flat earth surface. Time encroached by place releases failing notes. You will find another tunnel ahead, another flat mental wall. Meet the New Boss in the time you took.

  In the town of microorganism: bacillus, bacterium, listing vibrio without foresight. A microbe, a microzoary, a world inside a word for worlds, in and out. Slime mold talks intercellular cooperation.Try that in your big digestible book! The feasible small thing freshens the idea that possible idea cooperates in the model. Your political traction suggests the hat you wear as basis for the formulation that you claim a tuft of the real earth. Your breath is mere sentiment. The entire world compels immediacy, the agency of darting. Ideas form freshets even as the mob learns to speak. Political action committee learns nothing beyond, teaches less. Bloodsport becomes the practice of shading and losing the one word. The sight of this divide survives. Do the math  now , in this celestial prologue. The new smallness has engaged.

  Teeming seems arresting in the moment but Water gathers in the gravity. All gravity apportions into meaning to. You drink, you cool, you rest. Entropy fills in peace. Radiant ground opens, a source appears, a name begins. Rock provides stasis in the livery of time. Have you looked forever in your shortest glance? Lodgers of gather in praxis shimmer. Landscape steers. Where somewhere has been: you could be racing. A leaf, a feather, once here. The end of stopping startles. Generosity. Stars fly expressly above the venturesome, attracted by the musical stylings of moss. Just moss, not lesser deities.  Practicar  muse formulation in so many, or few, words.  Words . Les fruits et légumes qui ne sont pas vendables sont jetés.

  Like the sun, one of the hottest presences in the what world of gleaming chips, Mercury pleads a fair case for rocks in space. Planets all dent mercurial perception and idle thoughts. Soothe yourself amidst landing spot in night squared. Mercury coalesces into too hot margin report and Money ventures down the drain. That rock reports uselessness in the Halls of Sun despite eager darkness as target and Dow Jones gravity as sentiment. Cramped island of nowhere to spend money, no spice islands allocated for the visionary vacuum, but whisper invents resolve. A mode of vaguely seen trips ideas of how fermenting aims go gusto with froth. Captain Burnedup wants to land a crate on this almost proven there while naive Mercurians insist on defeating the Sun for freehold. You already read that prospectus and your imagination now has fire. Perhaps the any cost will prove the salve for the wide scape in focus. Noble rock awaits your participation.