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Bytore
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Registered: Jan 2003
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A bird flies you see abcd...
And he wrote a book, you are now in the quest...
The price of the book , to be disclosed...
The book is called,
"The Gut Instinct".
By Bytore...
Details. it is all in he details you see. I fly, and I fly high, I ate low, nad I wrote, A Real life, crime story...".
And only Statfox sells it.
Bytore.
The end.
Thank you to all the great people, who helped me right it... wink wink... a bird can fly backwards too, if they want...
I am also a time traveller...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_VcswhBy9tk
"Today's Tom Sawyer, he gets high on you
And the space he invades, he gets by on you..."
RUSH
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09-10-19 04:25 AM |
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Bytore
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Registered: Jan 2003
Posts: 16029
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"God!!!"!!!
"Send me an Angel song you bastard o b a bb s llababla dribblelbel s-hite tabernac de estee!!!"
That way God can't say nothin! I am talking to him.
I did not use his in word vain. I just called him a bastard. I use French. And tree language. Cuz drugs drive me insane.
It's all part of the book!!!
Once converted to tree language, I might raise the price...
It becomes a bit of a synaptic overload of sorts, the tree songs.
Back in the late eighties, I used to write music. I sure wish I could remember the songs. Drank too much!!!
Circa 1988-1992,, I owned a wonderful computer store. It's in the story book!!!
I would surf the net. Everything. Cuz I like angels!!!
Sure wish I had more silly tobacco...
I will go look for the song. If I can remember my old store name, I wrote a song about angels. It's on a hard drive somewhere...
When I heard it, I said "COOL SONG"!!!.
I thought rock died! I really did own a computer store. Use to get drunk, tired, in the end, the disease caught up to me.
Not as good as this!!! The song I wrote.
I put my rock songs everywhere!!!
This one has the primordial beat I was talking about with epileptics. Same thing. Left to right sound.
I have to step in to the time machine...
God said you outta have a "Shower, ya stink".
I asked God, can I a have a doobie first???
This song, it crashed my memory banks.
When I was a kid, I said "God, why do people get so mean?".
But his book was useless!!! I must search the synapses in my mind, the neurons, the electrical connections, God of the light's Internet. the one that holds an essay, in 1975!!!
I won an award from the Quebec government, for my nasty writing style. it was for history, and I really wanted a nice song to write.
Gonna put on some sunglasses, enjoy the morn, warm up my Jim Morrison smile, have my first meds...
And tell ya about sun gods.
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s://www.youtube.com/watch?
"Today's Tom Sawyer, he gets high on you
And the space he invades, he gets by on you..."
RUSH
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09-10-19 02:23 PM |
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Bytore
FoxDen Hall of Famer
Registered: Jan 2003
Posts: 16029
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I grew up, saw stuff, and I asked God why???
For the houses of the holy are not to far to see, one lives across from me, if you but look across the highway of life.
I stored a memory. And I swore, one day, I will find you all angels...
Where did these people come from???
My mom, she would take care of them. Bruised and battered they were...
One girl. Very tough.
I said "God!!!"!!!
How am I going to store it all.
So opened up a computer store. And there it was!!!
A god portal!!!
A place to store data...
It's all a bit Elon Musk like, "Is god, stored in a pixel???
I thought of that, many years ago. What about a lot of pixels???
Is this "God"???
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMSZALOGF_M
"Today's Tom Sawyer, he gets high on you
And the space he invades, he gets by on you..."
RUSH
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09-10-19 03:14 PM |
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Bytore
FoxDen Hall of Famer
Registered: Jan 2003
Posts: 16029
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So I built me a time machine, modelled in my own brain...
You see I'm nut's!!!
I don't believe no psychologist's story.
So I stored it. Us shamans, we fly higher than any old phycologist.
So I had to pass a school test. 1975.
I began, that day, to write, a life long story, and find them.
I was mad. It had to be good. It had to be faithful.
I had a good English teacher, Mrs I forget at the moment, and taught me how to right, and read, a certain way.
It won a history award from the Quebec government. I was so proud!!! I was a real writer!!!
It was about a people. A tortured people. Right up in Canada. Northern Canada. Ya know, straddles the border lines of Ontario and Quebec.
Recognized now by our government, these people.
All true, the stories. I would read news and buy books at the time. I was 15. I needed to be one smart moffo...
In Canada's history. I was now a writer.
And swords are mighty,and are so the dreams...
So!!!
Where am I gonna you know, store them in "Gods light...".
Then I opened a computer store.
And I said. "Thank you God!!!".
My book!!! My lessons of history. The award was for "History".
Well ya know, blah blah, life is life, but I always wrote the stories in my mind.
Us shamans do that...
How does the shaman store the code???
It was part of my every day life. Love. Stuff like that. You have to live as a writer.
https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=shaman%27s+blues+doors
"Today's Tom Sawyer, he gets high on you
And the space he invades, he gets by on you..."
RUSH
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