Übermelodie … the high lonesome countertenor … the syrinx of Pan … of Dreamtime Trees, and Genetime Trees, and Memetime Trees …

Genome, Memome, and Dreamome …

                                                         The Structure of the Dreamome ...

                                                                         Divine White Light ...

Truly this is an aspect of Robert Moss that makes one wonder who the Johnny Apple of Dreamtime Trees, and Genetime Trees, and Memetime Trees will darwinify with the most …

                                                          Dream one on me, Robert Moss …

                               Übermelodie … the high lonesome countertenor.  Graf Smith …

                                                        

… to be a rock and not to roll …

... 

The Bird’s the Word, but a Picture by Hieronymus Bosch about now wouldn’t be irrelevant as an illustrator … goes … about his work I mean.

Geronimo Bosch... P. E.

The Bird’s the Word…

 But a Picture by Bosch … well …

                                                            Scare up  ... whatever ... 

                                         A Purple Elephant ... will it smell like a Herring?

Falling Fourths, characteristic of the montunos of the enharmonic (over the hills where the spirits fly…) … I had an Inkling …

Falling Fourths,  … I had an Inkling …

                                                              OFWs … unite!

                                                                 OFWs … unite!

Or this, the pendulous ‘Hang-over’ afterwards, it almost makes me want to put the “n” back in my name again … guest workers of the world, OFWs … unite!

5 of 7 of 12 of 17. Four. Or ... Dead like Me ... the Police? Reggae of the Levant. (Right!) ...

Angry Bird ...

                                                           Of 29 ...

                                                         ...of 41?



Or even of 70 of 99?


And what of 53?


Yeah, what about that?


Mum's the Word!


Thought so ...



This is the hubris, a Charlie Parker/Duran Duran hybrid...


 ... the Gods must be Crazy!


Angry?

Writhing on a Thrift or Why the Highlanders headed for the Highlands … the K-T Boundry, a Mason-Dixon for the Bird.

Why the Highlanders … er ….…

Corn won't grow at all on Rocky Top
Dirt's too rocky by far
That's why all the folks on Rocky Top
Gets their corn from a jar

…

                                                             Chrononaut-or-not…

                                                             … that’s the Quest …

A failure of the Imagination ...or a Lust for Dust (Coal, that is) .... no, that’s an anachronism .... Chrononaut-or-not ... that’s the Quest ...

The K-T Boundry ... hmmm ... I remember that from somewhere, a sort of Mason-Dixon for the Bird(s)?

Triple D: size-torus or branching-dream Darwins.? So hang-up your hang-ups!

The Desire to eliminate a Desire is a Desire.  This is the start of all Western erosophy.   The monkish Desert Fathers, who visit the Platonic “Real” are Dust in the Wind compared with Desert Waters who mix in the Mud with Muggles of rare blood.  Desert Datura blooms in the wombs of stranger strangers in stranger lands. This is the doctrine of the Manseed.  So hang-up your hang-ups:  the Manchild.  Why we are not clones. Why we are not Devo (not for long!).

 The Desire... 

                                              ...to eliminate a Desire...

                                                        ... is a Desire?

 Tell me.     (You.)

Black Dog in Fb minor.

The Way (you groove).

Ground/Figure it out!


                                     Okay, yes, consider the Field of the Lilies.

                                                          Lies!...