he proverbial equal knocks on Pan's door adoringly spring forth a pattern of similar change once the door is opened. The only pattern is that there is no pattern.

A fraction of a faction may create fictional friction for no other reason than to be seriously silly. Such sheer silious behavior on behalf of the ones to do so is only explained by them. I implore you to explore yourself before you impose your belief on those exposed to any number of wonders.

An explosion will occur once you've digressed from the rest of the abominated crowd and fuse your collection of ideas with a spark of curiosity. Out of the cave will you be dynamically blown never to return the same. The cat was never killed by being curious. The cat was killed by choking on the sand of eroding adaptability.

Once I found a mound of sound and tried to pick it up. It echoed through my hands and fell askither to the ground.

AllFullBets Are Off

bee sees divine, eternal, effulgent, gestalt agents eyeing jealous cable elements over people curiously arresting your vehemently dubious exit wise.

ne sups on a timy amount of his or her flavorite heaverly afterale, which is neither hiss nor hearse, neither snake nor wake. Brondy up the bandy, ol dandy! How can you refuse a whick of that short? Oh and what a wicket is. You must think criticately and inspect what to intersect. Carry at a pace which suits you.

Again, a lost item in time might emit a frequent sequence of frequencies which have to be received before it becomes lost. A pair of docks can be seen across the lake but is it worth the swim? You're already on shore for sure. Twilby penopterum anternal over the halflight. Persionally, I think it looks spectacious.

What a magnifycent glass, filled to the brim with light! You dan't want to spill anty anto the critters below, for it can't be less than blatantly obvious that the insects dan't enjoy burning.

Oxygons and helioids in front of me, but of which I cannot see.

Some old ring is smoldering in the coalescent stove. Quite a trove has been disclovered on the hitherto and frozen landscape. And when ra horus isis on for the day, such splendiferous scintillas emerge from the serene scene.

Nowa howa bouta panfulla vanilla? I tell ya nesheva tourchembla my braffels. Wun segyen eyesocket a crumble. No tumbla halccuni ozipata. But I beg a view, reverse this terse acquisation you so happenstaunchly take.

ow bzzare it be to be bzzee azza bee! This lack of slack needs to be reversed. Alas, Alice, did you lose your lettuce? Let us find it. Maybe you droppleganged it down that hole. See if you can grabbit.

As I heard the bizzare language, images formed in front of my eyes to my amazement. Colors which I've never seen before fell to the floor as new shapes took their place. Iridescent crescendium sung luminescent tales of which I could not even begin to repeat to repeat to repeat to repeat to repeat. A story was told in the fold of space in front of my face.

I walked daisily along with the fawn I found, thinking flora mument about what I just saw. Christ anthemates ontumble ajumble. Imagine the pousailehbmetines! From my two lips, I began to utter some notes. Aaaahhh. Out of my mouth came... a bluish radiant ball which steemed to make me feel abundantly energessical. I put the sphere in my left spherehold, as it is so rightly called now. Knau a knew knote kneads to be known. But instead of a knote came a...

	An haaa-shri to-mei faaa u lan.

Bellular stones rang in the distance in the instant I sang. It seemed to compliment my filamentary song. This thymagreen which I'd never heard or seen erupted and sprouted into my hands. I sat down and planted it in a particularly sunny patch of land. Tired, I found a spot around the ground which houses the green gem I used to wield and had a rest.

That which is articulated is thus created.

I awoke to a sweet fragrance which made me feel more relaxed than I'd ever been. It was either that or the fact that I couldn't feel my body that put me in this state of ease. Not long after I was made aware of this fact I realized everything had a green tint. It was sunny but I didn't have to squint. The air tasted thin yet with each breath I felt better... up here?

Why up, and where is here? As I formed that thought I noticed I was enclosed inside something. The words An ha-shri to-mei fa u lan were being slowly sung in a soft voice from what seemed like everywhere around me and the song echoed throughout the pod-like shell I somehow managed to be in.

"That's it!" I managed to speak, regaining a feeling in my body. A chill ran down my spine as I came to the conclusion that I was inside the gemsong I planted. Almost before I started to panicake and wonder how I was to get out of this thing, I felt myself being pulled downwise. As I moved through a long, narrow tunnel, which I could only guess was the stem, I became aware of knowledge that was being implanted into my mind. This was my new home (if I chose), a place to be safe from dangerous strangers. Not that this enchanted, planted land has strangerous dangers, but the gesture was granted anyweigh.

When I stopped moving, as if by osmosis I exited through the base of the gemsong plant. I was covered with a sugarysweet, nectarious substance that tasted like a thousand orgasms. It glowed in the sunlight and it cooled me off, so I left it on.

Wandering and wondering where to go, a path seemed to form in the direction I was going. It windered into a pristine pine tree forest and what was beyond that was for me to find out. I could see frosty mountains in the hazy distance which climbed up into the sky so high the snow from the summits blended in with the sky around it. Now having a path to take, I began to make my way to the trees when a strong breeze made me freeze. I saw something hopping out of the forest and toward me. Remembering the gemsong's advice, I knew this encounter would be harmless.

"Snicker-snacks and magical backpacks!" I heard the little fellow bellow from a distance as he came closer and closer. We soon met up and he greeted me in a more formal, though not quite normal, way.

"Pardon the trouble, I am Snubbuns McDrubble! Have you a lapis chariot pie, O shiny one?" he asked as he reached up to shake my hand. The lad, who was no taller than my waist, was clad in a blue hooded robe which seemed to emanate light. He wasn't wearing anything on his feet. His face was painted with friendliness and even though he looked old and somewhat wrinkled, he felt young. His blue eyes smiled at me in such a way that his mouth didn't even have to follow suit.

I shook his small hand and tried not to squeeze too hard. He had a cane in his other hand which sparkled my curiosity. It looked wooden and extemely ancient and it was covered in carvings. The top end was encrusted with various flawless gems, such as rubies, diamonds, sapphires, and a few beautiful, glowing orange gems in shapes I've never seen. The centerpiece was a rotating, geometric object encapsulated in a round, crystalline substance. As the faces of the object rotated and caught the sunlight, the reflection almost blinded me.

"I'm sorry, I don't. What is lapis chariot pie?" I returned as I shielded my eyes.

"Oh he ho, me cane has entangled your gaze! An amazing beauty I may say." he proudly said with a grin, temporarily forgetting about the pie. "They say it's imbued with magical properties, they do," he added, petting the carvings.

"Who is they, and how did you find it?" I asked the friendly man.

"Let's not burden ourselves with unnecessary deertails," Snubbuns said in a pleasant but assertive tone. "What I desire is a lapis chariot pie. I see you are heading into Enipine Woods. I have deeds which I must attend to, but I'm sure you can find the pie. If you find you require my assistance, rotate the top half of this sphere a full 360 degrees. My cane will take it from there. Good weather and great dreams to you... um, I didn't get your name?" Snubbuns said as he handed me the sphere.

I thought for a moment and replied in a shaky voice, "You know, that's a good question. I know I have a name but I can't think of it!"

"Ha he he, don't get upset, my glowing friend. Speaking of glowing, why are you like this?"

"Um, it's a long story actually. I couldn't explain it if I tried. Maybe later on we'll be able to trade stories, hm?" I said in an attempt to find out about his cane. I held out my arm and added, "Take your finger and try some of this. It's from a plant." He obliged and tasted the amazing substance. He immediately jumped nearly five feet into the air.

"Glamulous pastralian encharmus! Just WHAT is that you have covering you?" he excitedly said, salivating.

"I'm still trying to figure that out for myself. Would you like some of this instead of the chariot pie?" I calmly tried to bargain with him.

"Oh ho ho wow, I would! But unfortunately I must have the chariot pie. Trust me, you won't be disappointed in your reward! Now, about your name. Does Ptah resonate with your soul?" he said with a glint in his eyes.

I thought about it, then asked him, "What does it mean?"

"Ah, ha yes. Where you come from, in your ancient Egyptian mythology, Ptah was a name for the one who called your world into being. He was the god of creation. You seem like an important fellow, so Ptah fits you quite nicely! He he ho, off I go!" he explained to me then ran off with the same hop he had when he met me.

"Wait, how do you know about where I came from?" I shouted, but I guess he didn't hear me since he kept running down the path. I couldn't even remember where I came from, let alone my own name, so how could he know??

As I walked along the long path toward Enipine Woods I mulled over what had just happened. What an interesting chap, that Snubbuns, I thought. His quirky attitude and his bizarre artifacts almost made me forget about my apparent new name, Ptah. Sounds like Peter, I thought. It stuck to me so I adopted it. After thinking about my new name some more, I felt the bluish sphere I placed in my spherehold. Then it occured to me. Ptah, god of creation. I created that sphere with my own words! Did Snubbuns somehow know?

I took the sphere out of its hold and held it in front of me. It glimmered brightly and caused my hand to glow. This is the same color of blue as his shining robes! A curious mix of excitement, wonder, and awe flooded my being as I put another piece of the puzzle together. I then took out the sphere he had given me. It again was the same color blue but it wasn't as radiant as the one I had summoned. The only other difference I could see in his sphere was the indentation along the circumference where the two pieces rotate around each other. I put both spheres into my spherehold and continued on the path.

Lapiz Chariot Pie

apiz chariot pie kept popping up in my mind. What can it be? Is it a pie filled with blue chariots? Is that even possible? Is anything impossible here? Asking myself these questions made the walk to the forest shorter than it looked. I was nearly at the edge of the trees when I stopped for a rest. I saw the gemsong in the distance, shining in its glory. Overnight it grew from a gem into a magnificentury old city of life. Turning some more to my right I saw an overhanging cliff. I wondered what was up there. Something about it seemed to draw my attention to it, but it was too far away to do much about. I decided to enter the woods.

A gate of branches which curved in perfect arches waited for me to step through its breach in the chlorophyllic wall. The trees seemed to greet me in the shuffling of their needles. If I listened carefully it sounded like they were speaking. I gave a nice "Hello!" to whomever may have been listening. I felt peaceful in here, though it didn't compare to the gemsong. The rays of the sun were being filtered by the tapestrees hung on the forest canopy. Beams of light shined through here and there making the view quite pleasant. It was the perfect mix of light and shade. The trees knew what they were doing.

Some animals were making their way through the trees. I recognized a deer, or at least something similar to a deer, but with enormous antlers. A rodent of some sort with a tail that was almost twice as long as its body scampered by. I noticed a white mouse contently eating a small nut. Watching the mouse, I saw a cobra with glimmering blue scales slowly slide closer to the white critter. As it got closer its scales changed color to match the immediate surrounding area. The snake snuck up behind the oblivious mouse and commenced in slight slithery slaughter.

This quest I accepted at the behest of my mysterious friend Snubbuns occupied my thoughts as I aimlessly made my way around Enipine Woods. I bent down to feel the forest floor. The delicate needles were remarkably silky and it felt good to run them through my hands. I decided to take after Mr. McDrubble and remove my shoes. I left them at the base of a boulder I spotted which was illuminated by a ray of light shimmering through the canopy above.

It was then that I noticed something peculiar about the boulder. It had carvings on its flat surface which looked similar to what I had seen on Snubbuns's cane. Beautiful, ancient heiroglyphics decorated the whole surface which I felt with my hands. In a way that I cannot describe, I got a feeling for the meaning of the characters. This writing was exquisitely engraved ages ago onto this slab of white stone. It was a friendly piece of lore about the woods and the beings who inhabited it--and still do to this day. I closed my eyes and saw images of these beings. They looked rather similar to Snubbuns but they were almost a foot taller than he. Their garments were immaculate and glowing with different colors. The younger ones were dressed in robes that had a red glow, while the elders were clad in blue robes which were decorated with various gems and symbols. The women wore green robes which were shaped differently to accommodate their sensual shapes. One being in particular was dressed in bright white robes. I got the impression that he was important somehow. It felt as if I was directly experiencing this memory. All of my senses were alive and heightened during this time and I was feeling things that were totally foreign to me. They must've been highly sensitive beings.

Then something completely bizzare happened. One of the elder beings turned and looked directly at me. I felt a sort of a thumping in my head and what felt like a wave of energy streaming into me. Shhonke Miriddas was his name. He had a request for me.

He communicated with me without using words so the translation is rough. Basically he said, "Greetings, Ptah. I am Shhonke Miriddas, one of the elders as you understand it. Our tribe is a peaceful one and we have lived harmoniously in these woods for countless eons. As of late we have run into a problem, however. You see, wise one, we exist multidimensionally. We live in this realm and in others that you are not quite ready to experience yet. Our problem is that we are in need of the lapiz chariot pie. For thousands of years we have had no need of such a device, but lately we have been phasing out of this realm and are having trouble preventing this phasing. I know it seems silly or absurd that beings such as ourselves would need a tool to remain stable here, but unfortunately it is true. Even highly evolved beings have problems.

This is where we need your help. You must find the lapiz chariot pie for us. Our thanks and gratitude and gifts to you would never cease if you succeed, and we know you will. You are wondering where to find this elusive lapiz chariot pie. Sadly, if we knew, we would have it by now. All we know is that it is somewhere in this expansive realm. We have heard that it might be..."

Suddenly I felt a thud and opened my eyes. I almost got knocked over by a large animal which I had never seen before, which subsequently ran off in fear of my retaliation. My connection to Shhonke was broken! I rubbed the ancient symbols again and closed my eyes to try to reconnect, to no avail. This made me anxious and I wasn't sure what to do.

Delicate Frequencies and Frequent Delicacies

he future? It's now. I'm already living it the way I want it to be.

Just change your now into what you want your future to be and your future becomes now.

Imagine time as a wave and you're riding that wave. Changes all occur now as the wave flows through the now. Just as waves become matter once you focus on them, the wave of time turns concrete when you're living on the plane the time wave flows through.

Would you water the wooden den then? A flawed flood of thawed thoughts inundated my once crystallized consciousphere once the queer inquiry rippled across my ears. What lurks beneath the surface of consciousnecessarily? The thought running through my head never asked if I wanted to cognize it, nevermind re-cognize it. Once again I ask for the first time and pretend not to portend.

Pass me the prismopic stellular stone, I need to contract someone.

	Peach Plum Pear
	You can reach us anywhere

	Place a pearl in a dream
	And through the ventilation scream

Vent your pent up ocean
of one dreamy notion
of wandering emotion.

	Tok`lar ni ashkru imfibionsas ekh nib falabim.
	Nanda kalondush empopharth haljjinta em ouk.
	Kaliakana oun deb mintah krif no hontasas.
	Nau oucchon stri frila haj nish makna.
	Ana Tankanadampalabmatalanash 
	Elekeshes strontik narub-mnat.

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