Title: Shambhala Music Festival! Was the British Columbian Playboy Mansion on the Beach.

I tried to write on the beach a haze of cognitive stew in the bunny broth-little ears stood up on the beach with anticipation of the next hop from turntable to turntable-the hoola hoops around the figurine hips-subtle suggestions upon the rosemary lips. They sway of the beach upon the footing of a new empire grew-who knew such sounds and open air could do so much good. Breath deep the gathering gloom watch lights fade from every boom-round the hip-- Man’s quest for fire and to desire in caves wet with emotions stolen on the black lights of Playboy’s mansion on the beach. Observers are not welcome in Babylon’s new mystic greeting of the psychic mind space-the soviet gypsies privileges to entertain upon nomadic trance of the leave of absence. Come take and give or become and live upon the enchanted forest of Ewok’s village and watch the international spying eyes give their fruits of labor for work done in the mansion on the beach.


All day in preparation for the event-gathering little voices in the city of Vancouver reinvest, upon the solid confirmation of stone in chisel or in sweet melancholic kisses upon hips-in fantasy or truth the hop of a design made by ears in sighs-no perverts in clandestine mode-spying with eyes in shambles of who knows. The sweet spot in the morning dew-after a rain enough to impact the mood. Watch the motion in the spiral wheel of the a round and round raising of the anchor by capstan and such a big deal-life teeters in the balance of deals made in the Devil’s playground. Desire is the central crux of all of economy and here one must control desire to satisfy the light of a secret curse. Passion in tights-her hips held tight, little colors upon the flair of fringes open up there-legs cross to design in tight grapples the face of man in control by control of union in night-the pirates crossed the sea at night with little skulls and crossbones in the dark sea of a collective bargain-for the soul of any man willing to compare-the power of Playboy’s mansion with a beach of infusion in terms of-unity and compromise around the families of suggestion and persuasion.


One must be a player in code and writ; with balance amongst faculties and wit-sharp to the tee as to mount the player’s paradigm-each playbook out-and each to his own-for power posterity and for a “bunny hop,” to paradise. Leave your senses young man for now it is you whom you we want-to control, to be passion by fairness over the nature of right and wrong divinated by the rules of social context to truths in cloaks-your ambition and zeal to take winds of sails- on the beach still round snugs of hoola hoops on the beach-each motion a pattern of desire. Product centers in open places yet still-for the play of the Greek bath house or the family tree of a bigger deal. Apollo and Bacchus inside the jungle beats-wild, wild and naked to the truth of human desire. Some mystic distant in the political world say; young man has been sold in a “Gladiator’s,” way-see on the way-side a purchase for the estate of the green and blue party-where all paths lead to Rome anyway. From space the Doric column was scribed in the sand by the step by step dance parade of the fleshy weighted Ingram’s upon the beach- a microcosm of delicate behaviors of such design that the imprinting of cause and effect was led by the blind-piper aloof.


He walked with bowed legs and inkidoo was in a cage-while he led out the next batch of the senator’s slaves-whips in bondage by the mind’s eye and rules of conjecture by the willing dissent of passion in ebb and sway of the bodies prime place in a playboy convent. White and black sirens where abound in the place where conviction is the internal sounds—what-think I say-rhythm what think I say bass-what think I say drums-what think I say is this fun—judge and maker meeting in guilt for the lecher of Edie and Bill with a goat foots did play- balloons in that air that made for a ride to space.


Thermal rise and convection in the air-the particles of molecules inside and everywhere-whispers in the watching as pass by pass was made- to avert reason and will and play-just for five days upon the beach. But-if you go the following beware-that the snapshot of empire may cost you ten to twelve-riddles are all so well behaved as each plays a part in a conundrum, humdrum in how we all play to rise to the top a star is born-each family to support the clarity of the powers of passion behind the best common part. She is that which rides into a camp by day- and howls by the moon at night touch and play-thumb indent-hips invent-motion sway-pull away-push forward and stay indefinite pleasure for the all time play.

Or maybe by profile something else to be sold-as any thing anything there was sold and was allowed to go. Let me elucidate in-context of a little deviation of the means- wet your lips in silent reading and place on your thigh- a bunny hop, drop, bass neat and turn, rhythm to the feeling of an eternal burn-flash hot backwards the breast with gravities pulse pulling down as to reach forward as to hold-keep clean, the mother’s milk may pour-she pinches inside screaming the way out of the “gladiators curse.” Till death do us part-grabbing the beach by the sand-here is the devil’s little playground Caesar is this the Armageddon you saw-by Nero’s fiddle or Clintons saxophone-twin towers fell in Babylon-and and here twin breast liken to the nest fell in passion by rising swoons of surgical incision of instinct grown on a path-that leads to invention and necessity that hath no meager means of suggestion-great epic in proportion what have we here-by dandelions and Charlemagne-chivalry and rose-the daisy chain unbroken by the sold out show-keep your virgins enticed upon the sewing of the political seed to capture the gold by the nature of the steed-heralds of Olympus-we beckon thee to keep pure the children of the night in the nature of war and plead-if in times past the war torn hearts won by capturing senators opponents children* and wealth by misery of condemnation a flight with wings on the harbingers shoes and Apollo’s right-ancient in religious edifice we find that in our time we ask to you-keep pure the hearts of the young minds-the future is told.

Forlorn sons and daughters-led your ambition ride to the top of man’s pride-ego-placate… undo the ravels inside the mindscape- and remember in when in trance how the break beats. Pull from captivity the binding of paths in veins that the poppy makes...pleasure in Hollywood’s anthem is about one thing-determination to be the best to top the best by standards that can not equivocate. By five on the wheel in the pentagon’s place-each young one to learn a new language to keep the U.S.A. by translation the central state of democracy’s grapes of wrath-Bacchus please! Our new found motion away from Egypt and the Pyramid’s commotion in California new destinies await-gold and wondering souls in Alaska a black pyramid is to hold-release us from the bonds of Mesopotamia’s ancient trial and ceremonies of light in cages of the ceremony- an act depicts the way we fear-just as King Tut made horns to break free from the wrappings of the eternal weights of culture- so five star wheel with pentagon insight-entrust to the house a D.I.A. truth-that our competitive swerve to indefinite repose should come to survive by unfortunate-burdens of the state to scout and hold earnest the gladiators sale to the senator’s holding. Turn tricks and make weak the home of new rights-by pleasure seeking or weakness in how you perceive what is right.

Product on the chopping block- the meat sale in carne diem-seize the fleshy bunny hops-hopping around until-at last… a bath, a pool, a beach…by the daydream wonders of how to compete--to have and to hold “avarice,” is always incomplete as when you are found wanting here you will be fed to the steers. Desire, ambition who is the next prodigy of the voice carried into every home in the hourly wage of a streamed consciousness - believe this hold true to that-don’t break in each desire there is bondage to hold you to the path-as each personality has human instinct-behavior, behavior of the sand from above-remove to the God’s eye view and your incompleteness is realized.

Place on your hip-and run your finger through her hair-while side stepping with each finger her stair stepping to a--ring, round motion, swirling in the clutch of a touch sensitive division of playgrounds in motion-smell and pheromone dipping and play in the beach cleansing off the molded flesh and product search-you there, “Ambition,” what play do you want- on the stage of fire in the tattooed confines of our palace.

Relax, let me start over for you- walking in the shade of a tree by light of Valhalla- I took my hammer- and threw to the sun-my pimp glasses I have never worn to protect in shield me from the day glow. Resonance, around the mask of the allure-her hips were here, there and well worn. Breast and the shape of a firm tree- on a may pole ceremony—may flowers coupled in couples of a chain of an unbroken melody-skip on a needle, bunny hop over the moon-a playboy fantasy come true-the caverns of fears a vast well of the broom-a witches hold on the man who jumped over the Moon. Ride fast to the ewok forest you’re my only hope-- Ride fast to the ewok forest you’re my only hope-- Ride fast to the ewok forest you’re my only hope. Fiction in the line of transcending to the counter culture climb-in a crows nest—fatalism was benign. Read your books-and place your bookmark of Shambhala in the treasures of memories… until the end my friend-my mistress in the mind could then defend-the anxiety of the “Armageddon’s Complex,” a psycho social impairment of the death star push button end and its parallel of a “Darwin’s enlistment,” for survival in the submarine upon a z-axis propagation theory and equatorial logic of conflict in the micros of human consciousness for the extremophile-question “westward expansion,” and development upon the weighted convex of a catapult into space-micro processors-on the backs of the pony express, in California and heavy industry in the east-shipping lanes and mercantilism in the space-where salt water and fresh water meet with intimacy -turbulence, shift… thermal zone conflict and resolution, webbed snake of the sea -climax with me—or me, or me, or even her, or even her, or even her, ‘till our bed’ sinks in the deep blue hue ‘do we part.’

Fall into a deep drum and bass slumber-and have your crew watch over you!

The Bass track was a Beach

Each motion was an organized culture of

A symbol translates to community-with a thread-ed

The “Senator’s,” children each chosen-consent in peering eyes

Throwback the hand-imagination a message—

She trances through-collecting mayflowers for the bribe-

Power-Root-Bass

The Bass Track

Product centers the circle on a line—

Sand the pushing of the mud and straw-slave bound by

The push of mud-slave-straw-slave-sand takes

Beach produce the sale of a secret service--White House—

Entrapment-volatile, as the rolling hips-snug to the round

Whispers only bass

This party is a Yagshire-

Colors the face of suggestion-plant an idea-black overt

The “Bunny hop,” drop.

The playmate cannot find romance here-chest drop bass-a string of tethered consciousness from the wedding rings-bondage, slaves to the dirt traced beneath the sand-Hoola Hoops, spin dizzy with repetition round the waste, round the waste, in the demands of the curves to sale lines trace the contour-the finite edge for handles- hips with a kiss-wet motion collides with the now-choose to place while in motion your hands on your breast-for temporary release-to the truth of bondage-bass, tracks, beat, ears and listen to the gentle hop for each pressure wave upon the hip-clip, clop, hip, hop…bite with your fingers, jaw… seeing, the nipple between Eros and the calm sea of trust. With patrons of an organized piracy of lust-

Planning like this, to alter his path-deviance from the Moon or deviance from a solid past… concrete and con-sensual---realities and dreams do come true. They hoisted up to see it fall—a pirates flag upon the minds of them all—skull and bones-death…beyond grey…allegiance from the programmer-Hail Ceaser, Hail Ceaser, Hail Ceaser—see my seven hills of ROME-my confederate independent states of the psychic parade I call home. Deep in dark waters in the lure of intelligence-what have you man to offer; a “powder monkey,” brings cannons in time of war—the Emory fuse’s fusion of tempest storm-the element of cannon’s light from far away-fire from within the hull of ‘old iron minds,’ against the innuendos of influence over American policy makers. Mind control and contemplative resolve argue in prose against the insolvent phantom seeking to solicit control-little pirates flags did undue the whole-by ego and pride and prejudice-to assert providence in space—the Forts in Space as the Neuse do have stories untold. Survival of the species-of the national image to- a walk on a beach a walk with you…on watch or in contemplation of what you mean-where men walk with double edges swords in innovative scenes. Mounting the picture perfect style of defeat he placed on the back the razors edge sword and called to Japan-red and white patches upon the flag’s main sails-hold the winds of Apollo-while trying to derail-ambition and confidence for the whole-what conquerors are we with so many frail-inside our cave barely able to dwell. Fire upon the gypsies tribes and say you separatist KGB actor-you have swindled a pole cats desires and handled his child-but we see clearly now—all hands clear…raise the Oscar flag- a instrumentality of war has gone unnoticed in Soviet Tale. Cat and mouse in catch this and that…disease or haste in the use of man’s desires-to entrap for the biggest play or---

Take down the main mast-- 210 feet tall--- in Massachusetts each inch by inch—remove my heritage of my great grandfathering into the minute man’s parade—say “three if by space,” in a Disney fort on the Moon-as little pirates flags were proliferated in context to the war of symbols fleeting far and wide for the mind of war in consciousness for that which will prevail---unswerving, commitment and dedication to mercantile dealings of just democracies-Barbary and corsairs- in the crux of economic meanings—to take down the symptoms over the just of just feelings-little methods of coercion of testimony-bribes extortion and an unofficial ceremony.

What have you man to offer if not power in the Senate? To bait out plan to place the big pirates in a play-the little insects that fell in your skirt that led you away—

Neruda-by a beach

May I whisper-to condense dew upon your neck-to catch stardust

Chills embracing, after I place though your hair—the image

Here

Kiss behind a ear-in my imagination panting-round table made for corporate executives from my forest I fear-cold… distant..wall of contracts in between

You and me and the moon and a dream.

Impossible-yet-by rice in moon light a promise made.

Fields of hunger and passion-the starving souls of desire…eleven million by promise made of real a fire in the anguish of hubris .

The youth to postulation made in China-reeducate-illuminate-test subjects and broken dreams the subjects here in the square.

Just you and me under a tree-holding dear-tell me your plans of space-powered by water-a blue sky and truth in an innocent gaze without jaded suspicion-where are the dreams of our nation?

In the little kisses of postulations.

How flesh is keeper of secrets-tethered tight to the lost years—with fears of abandonment, and anxieties in the foothold of “Armageddon’s complex,” the pressure of all decisions-push on-please tell me-

How?

About daily efforts to make blue sky’s the national anthem of hand in hand walks to bridges of desire.

Keynote sing-harmony in delight-voices in front of parades of light-the cavalcade of imprints in your heart…honesty—truth—wisdom yet realized—our paths crossed and my postulations have crossed upon your lobe-

A woman walks through-with confidence to spend---on the corner of Hollywood and Vine—the watchful eyes-leer into open minds.

Truth…the table and a contract- a wall between you and I-manufactured for proper reasons like leaves above us fall from the sky.

Still in motion—my hand persuades to test waters of the undefined.

Never hardened by the unknowing crimes-of passion…with no home or friends yet still I call and keep asking.

Ring-the Bell

Who’s phone in my heart?

An earthy tone of flesh-wild on the beach-waves crash—silence

New found—what immaterial culture has prejudice to define-ambivalence in this a single crime? If the future is foretold then let her voice be blind-if lest that be not the case-then, hers be true a vision of tomorrow for me, a whole and you. Our judge and prosecutor in questions asked; What is the problem with this kiss upon the gentle taps-happening, with sails of little whispers to understand mercantilism of truths--where Disney’s products—easy, fights against consumerism always fail-- are plastered by the market of youth.

One on a side of the live oak and white oak table in the mind- a letter to flag on a plaque under my side--separate by the convictions of friendship and contracts-like a folded leave-dissect the oak, the maple, the veins from whence the seed they came-root, of a nation cannon’s fire when in need.

A droplet of moisture still collects star dust-with no gravity.

Round to the shape of the analog circuitry-of a space faring society.

Will you speak for me- I have no tongue—it was excised by the malice of my state--the body politic took its shape—forced into caverns of a “mind camp,” of think tank estate-stolen goods and dreams converted to policy, abject squalor-within a national un-valor or service to the whole-

Tradition and culture- in the year 2032 who younger than you think for you? About promise-about betrayal-about truth in the designation of the sun- a position of absolutes in the motion of our young planet’s hue- blue takes pawn and moves to stalemate.

“Stand down your war on the cynical machine’s gear head,” ratio at the pulse of death and honor-principle and rationale,”- a liberal ruse in an amphitheatre of principles coined for leaders fallen -all Hail-Caesar Hails as

War is what happens when economy fails.

Build with me a “Fort in Space,”-desire in context to my case-

Right me with a kiss tonight-so all can see shame and guilt-

Use of your hands-is not my way—yet, I was left with little or no other _____.

If true-by one-if blue by two-if by a tree with whispers condensing then three.

The public image of a nation-will never be a condensing sensation-

Cool blue pacifist-who’s determination is the innovation of the double edged sword-who wars are not bound by use on the battle field-but innovation in a mind field-with even care neither could swing without cutting off the head of the beast. Armless soldiers could not care to raise there children in the air-upon bedtime stories page flipped through by the child who demand the story be fulfilled. What happens in Babylon-a “hanging garden,” with minced meat pie-revenge for piracy-of the mind.

Obligation, the “contoured and shaped rock,” is carried from the deep blue sea-to the crested white washing wave for you to see-an image to digest about the rights you suggest for you and I.

Responsibility-for your path as is mine-separate but together in a future time-by bonds of common unifying principles of man’s pride.

Can I recall love-through what has been placed-images of depictions of the evil trace-while, I walk in mind with you-as to image a new day-where a production so sound in my path is only moments away. A production of a labor of love that can emancipate feelings of subterfuge by natural realizations of what it is that you do.

Collect stardust and stay true-for as long as you inspire others to the mystic hues-with my secret whispers meant only for you-why other’s ears hear the lonely calls-to much ambition to sew this seed-Darwin’s prosecution in a tavern near the submarine-call out oh ladies of the night—you could not beat what is in store for this man—alright!

Butterfly, secrets-flapping in the night from the “Yokosuka, Harbor,” about the plight-Hiroshima, Nagasaki-where elders in places of institutions-hold emancipation-for the rights of passage-suites and threads beneath the collar-red white and blue and red and white true-passage to the museum for a flight of peace, offerings.

The tea party-a tax on the voice of an internet—hail Caesar, and procure all elements of the Senate Server Reform Bill!

Walk hand in hand-with me like Neruda on a beach—and watch my eyes-they tale the truth and inside-black celestial body-deep, submerged in layers entranced by the dark curse-could light enough from the stardust collected give rebirth-renaissance-anew.

From here to eternity.

They walked on the Beach…Hoola Hoops and curves—product on the meat market with an enjoinment of all that they deserve. Succession of assumptions of what makes it to the top-along the way some have done the bunny hop…bobbing along…others in chambers with secrets with walls of plastered stars—look up to leaders in their community pillars to the halls. Motivation…design…pathways to the stars—James Webb’s Space Age America a liberal labor ends here-- a Continental Congress of the heart-there must be love for every revolution here in the land of lot-turn back from lady liberty and a French escort-desire a hot mortar shell upon the breathing upon life…upon the happenings of the body of chills.

Espionage-international circuits come to play-with big plans to engage--

What is a secret anyway? Labor-advantage- trade secrets--forced out by a prison of war convexed by illusion in the mind camp a new labor camp of Stalin with pain-policy think tanks-arbitration modeling of a gainful bias and prejudice of a hate crime--where displaced so greatly envisioning the child in Schindler’s list in a deep think tank of diarrhea. Holding power to prove right-legitimacy is the key to all wars of might-and Ulysses S. Grant drink’s Whiskey on duty-winning the war on all sides of slavery-bondage an addiction who else would fight—

A Civil Way payee and 137 year compromise-the malice of pensions for southerners in the war-still one nation under god a confederacy of men and women-union of state and principle of minds-a railroad and transcontinental time-new vision for space-a stairway on Nano-Tubes-a 99 year lease—under and over the U.S. Space Command may have achieved more by asserting that the ARMY was more sound to achieve “space fort,” logistics rather than run me into the NAVY for policy gain. Tell the SECNAV three if by-and you will see.

Space—If one Oscar Flag goes up then they all go up—

137 years-a settlement with accrued interest—a review of the civil war pension paid to a woman until 2001- for her husband’s service—a potential liability of pending circumstantial periods of time may show malice in the measure to remove pension under the conflicts of interest of the ARMY and NAVY review-of that which it is that has so much to do-

Disney in Space with the Japanese Space Agency and others with peaceful intent a Fort like Carson-territorial jurisdiction in the prosecution of its tenets.

New meat!

From Thailand and Bangkok-to “rice-fields,” and in Mao tse Tsung’s backyard-a deal in Boulder for redemption for the man on the run-JonBenet Ramsey-and the Boulder community shame-deep, into the seventies soviet flings—a Bike-a Redmond- a match, a stick, a bang-bang-a “ground zero,” and flower upon a chest of a gold man. Deep secrets in Boulder’s rainbow family still do persist in the areas where secret programming-persist-freedom, liberty, red, white, blue, and others too.

This playground is getting thick with colors of the tribe—

The behavior of the nation is to acquite upon resources of other nations-it is a behavior and their is no diffusion for the method of training that places our interest in the handle of other nation as we impose guidelines our policy is heavy with nuclear sciences and out use of the D.O.E. to render verdict upon how responsible a nation is is based on our ability to regulate industry over the nature of the industries dangerous postulations and threats; many skilled technician work in the labor of our country and to such end we all divide our selves when we eat our own tale-polarization of policy in the science and technology industries that lack humanity only do so because the nature of space is to be perfect the first time-there are no rooms for error and in our effort to keep space a vantage point for prejudice of remote sensing we achieve to nominally gain control of policy subject to all manner of invasions of privacy-while not just and in time a continental congress of sort will declare a conscription of homes and the sanctuary of private lives is occurring- the programs to keep competitive the countries real estate of information is based on a ever continuing commitment to the better interest of a nation to define space as a common place-but, to define our right to sovereign jurisdiction over the best Intel- the best position of privilege to make the best and most appropriate decision in effort that inherently enshrine industry in the military industrial complex to via for the right to achieve a fort in space of military prejudice-but whom would be the citie’s denizens of useful utility and commerce of such forts in space? Not I, and neither You-all must come to terms with the heurism of political/civil/economic/organizational structured to space related interest of long term visionaries-such that no power may offsets another power-in any period of time as to alter the natural direction of man’s right to freely explore space in the conditional arguments of survival of mankind-if survival is the medium of policy objectives then equal parts must contribute to the sum of democracy and the inventions for policy for the great means of public policy reform that does not rest reliant the whole of democracy upon the United State-we are but fifty states-yet in policy and prejudice for oversight in a top heavy justification of a right of jurisdiction we appeal to the better senses of able body communities to recognize the right we suggest be better capable to produce in terms of long term equity as military intervention in satiations where we feel that other nations are not able to implement models for nuclear power-in our great and many efforts to do so-we adhere to the modalities of compromise in each succession of power---as a chain of trail and errors have led us to grapple with and understand the domestic nature of other countrie’s appeal for political power when they have made gain with nuclear capacity and with a right to defend the sovereign borders of their nation-we have in many trials of the military tried to better pursue a joint task force that can bring forth an allied space force to achieve to nominally guide nuclear policy to each state politic under the jurisdiction of the use of great policy tools such as the International Atomic Energy Agency. I will write many more pages planning for next years Shambhala Music Festival-on the nature of organizational hedge funds and the use of shifting liquid capital. If you are interested in further examination of space policy by means of public policy-please review the conflict of interest on http://jtjames.spymac.com/ as seen in xautoun-zengersbomb-hamurabeye.pdf

Jason Dedrick

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