The North East wind a blowsAnd shows, that whether the weatherWill change, or rangeAcross the continentsOf world sentiments;In and whether the end of four or moreWill grow in the mind of new meander fullneanderthal.Flat earth mind We'll find All of a kind.The changing times remindOther bygone ages rages of saviours save yousages; ancient philosophers have got noWarm-now, for more than four Martin, forgotten.Noah saw the writing on the wall and took used by roadTo ararat Arafat Palestine holyrood his brood.Animals to buy two, or one, or a dozenFrozen in one, boiled elsewhere. Four square.When planner dark is flooded with CEO twoWhere will we take the Arc.
Random and inconsistent snippets from an unstructured mind. My truth may not be your truth. A fact is a fact only by standing on it. It can't fall down, there is nothing holding it up... Except some sort of capitalist exploitation. The writer is a 3rd generation Indigenous Australian. Not, i might add, Aboriginal - two different concepts.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
A puzzle
I will publish this this morning, since have been sitting by the warm and cosy wood heater playing with the "speech recognition" software on the laptop. It is a "collaborative" effort between me and the computer - but will leave it up to the reader to figure out the relative contribution between 'silicon chip' programming; and the "fuzzy logic" of human thought.
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5 comments:
Davo, you should go back to Coopers Pale.
Nah John - at some stage (or on some stage) will revert to 'Coopers Dark' .. heh.
On the other hand, have been reading up about Mead. Interesting long term project.
Easier to comprehend Lears Dong W T L N.
Who knows.
a nose is a nose
by any other name
and my dong has long since
lost it's glow
in the juice of quince;
and so,
once it rose;
now all the same.
The faeries are loving this.
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