BigJonMud's JumboTweets
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A second parentheses in time
(sixteen sex-sunned poetic answer-rhyme)
One hy[perspatial avatar, divine-
Answ3rs me 16 years later to send back in time
a terminator
that can surely save my's elf. And all other space-times from a hellish stealth
(AND, 'hell's wealth')
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My body is a string net.
Held here or there by a sequence of intent.
But when we blend and flow and get bent- The breaking shows a fix for cement.
And cities evil consequence.
Tribe disconnected- bordered, circle fence. Roundabouts and dollars: all hellsent.
Commcercial interest, and broadly present- to shaping futures ‘Earth and your’s’,
Meant:
‘we’re one’ – once upon
a time, cause- ‘and affect, son’
the very heart on which you run->
(A new program meant for mouth and bum)
An orobus worm- encircled, comes
Into itself and up its nose-hay, rust and mud? Who knows? RUN!!
A new loop. Enflamed in gold,
somes
and adds to Earth all else but none.
Zero. Tonne.
Nothing. Nun. Bring. Sage style, plural plants sing. FUN!!
signal spit and diverge, dissolve and digress- DONE.
This wordsmithed prayer for y’all to send
to mum.
Mama.
Earth.
Mon. O. Yo.
For the rivers and oceans, rocks and tree:flow.
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My body is a string net.
Held here or there by a sequence of intent.
But when we blend and flow and get bent- The breaking shows a fix for cement.
And cities evil consequence.
Tribe disconnected- bordered, circle fence. Roundabouts and dollars: all hellsent.
Commcercial interest, and broadly present- to shaping futures ‘Earth and your’s’,
Meant:
‘we’re one’ – once upon
a time, cause- ‘and affect, son’
the very heart on which you run->
(A new program meant for mouth and bum)
An orobus worm- encircled, comes
Into itself and up its nose-hay, rust and mud? Who knows? RUN!!
A new loop. Enflamed in gold,
somes
and adds to Earth all else but none.
Zero. Tonne.
Nothing. Nun. Bring. Sage style, plural plants sing. FUN!!
signal spit and diverge, dissolve and digress- DONE.
This wordsmithed prayer for y’all to send
to mum.
Mama.
Earth.
Mon. O. Yo.
For the rivers and oceans, rocks and tree:flow.
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False fakers and old stuff, give way to dry seedtufts..lived out, and loud living now.. let give and release the brow..the world scripted & new again authoring new the souls bestest friend (ego)
Peace and mud
bjm -
All worded up with the whack-attack crack..
running blind like a nightmare, coughing up a black hack
leaking large a live light, rolling rounds around facts
living loud, licking lard- longing long for the rat-sack..
grinding down, giving yards- learning naught but nothing's knack
stretching out, counting shards- becoming tree at cities back.
Expanding sighn, relieving yawn- empowering Earth on urban tracks..
Tri and yewn a loving glue.. becoming patterns and sewing true a forest of an enlightened crew, with cosmic heart and grounded proof.
It is the spell you never knew- a kind of grounded here-now truth..
It sounds the bell before you through, a doorway move right now in groove..
Peace and mud
BigJonMud -
Take the deep fried food challenge.. (Eat crap, lift less and look better than ever).. HOW? Nothing is true..and anything is permitted. This is an invitation to 'undo' yourself. To undo your beliefs, and limiting ideas about what is possible why and how. You may also think it means you'll have to undo your pants, or buy a bigger belt- but my suggestion is NO, its not true.
Now, what is true..in my experience..not in my theory, or my teachers opinion or my nationally accredited group of agreeable arm-chair-ists .. but in my own EXPERIENCE, is that NOTHING is true folks! In 30 short years, i've come to notice that there is ALWAYS an exception to the rule. Perhaps I am that exception. But perhaps you are too.
It is my hope, wish..and INTENTION
to get you to the place where you know this too.
Personally, i've got lean on hamburgers and big on wheatgrass. Whilst the opposite seems generally true, I like to stick both middle fingers up at the establishment. At the norm. And at the status quo. Attitude is EVERYTHING! Own your view..and earn it through hard work. Through diligently becoming your own boss-man. The one who has the final word on what will be real or not in your life, is YOU.
Because it simply took me SO much energy to swim upstream for this long, i'm now sharing what i've learnt with you. I became sick of those food pyramids, fad scams and fly-by-night knowledge and information. Doesn't it seem like every new study contradicts the last? Running around in circles much? You don't have to wait to hear the planet is round in order to enjoy the stars..do you? But even then.. might you be open to discovering that things could be a different shape altogether..?
I hope so..
(be cause)
Now, with me- this is the start. The beginning of scripting your own determinants..becoming your own author..and mastering your own story. This is about creation, rather than re-action- and becoming the sharpest edge, versus constantly sharpening the blade.
So..
do you like tasty food, and thinking for yourself? Are you open to experimenting through action, and can put an end to judging on the fence?
My proposition is simple. I'm going to add 2 deep fried meals and a 1.8kg kettlebell to my lifestyle per day. Im gonna go way up on the fat, and way down on the weight. I'm gonna share with you, what happens- and im hoping you'll do the same. I'm gonna 'break the rules' and achieve in spite of it, and see if we can't learn a thing or 2 together.
Stay tuned..
-I intend to offer a chronicle of photographic 'proof'
--The cognitive strategies I use to transcend 'truth'
---Examples of clean coaching and Holigral clean question navigations for mind and body and
even more
Peace and mud,
Big Jon Mud -
Sometimes I think in hiphop, rhyme or DR seuss for hours on end. Often, the easiest way for me to remember a thing or get organised, is to unleash cyclones around it. (I clean in a frenzy, I plan in full colour 3D, and I write shopping lists in my internal heads up display. This is just a snippet of thought as I listen to some music. It runs to a pretty wicked, heavy base beat with pan flutes and scissor strings. The rythm cuts in hard, and echoes out again like the doppler effect of a circular highway, echoing off and old dead tree. Here tis
Pulln the feignin', lacing and raining
the soul finds wings through words created
not reigned in.
with thought bomb drum beats, im playin this game and
reality bends with faces unweighted and de-blaming.
Soul-sing don't shape shift, its the true source of creating
Groans and utters form sounds
that the mind decodes and layers in..
before original sins starts, and the heart gets enslaved in
cause and effects that had no beginning, no middle and no end
just gotta get break orbit, lose mind and your life you will find again..
in new moves that you make, and new ideas that you type and send.
sometimes words stream forth from me like a geyser. It makes the most sense to me, when I understand the whole picture. At even other moments, I've noticed that I can sing the echoes, sounds and even ideas of others around me. I just step outta my head for a minute, and then I let the words through. Damn there's so much we could do with our brains if only we tried! Man I have fun being me. -
Suck up my fat blog. Let what was 'learned' be signed, Mud.
Let best friends become Clause, nails rest and sink tombs jaws.
Out of mind, lest becomes wars-those fears; instead fight for peace and deserve applause.
Come here to insult you, let mirrors become you-
Heros and vilains we all play,
on lifes cosmic drama stage.
What else would I but say, this flung mixed mayonnaise
of mind world dramas interplays
with jest, and tense bite. Phase
Into life and new reverie
new soul touching synergy
new love spraying nature truth
rain, suns clouds and supermoons
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Shunder: deep, striking earthen plant quaker. Thunder, tall heavy instant mind maker. Wonder: wtf these words mean and then. Unblunder, all you'd ever thought you've learned and return: none heard- learn! Don't sizzle, dissolve churn- BURN, bright and let spirits light be shizzle, Fern- let drizzle all purpose flavour. intention, moist saviour: reflection. Lets @sabre, injection- psychic art imagery soul saver, amongst the bestest collected- this
world
waker -
Polarising with life. Facebooking..shopping..driving..strife. Driving The scythe. Deep into wounds, so trife. To unravel and button, deep emotional addictions glutton. To make ripe.
Then.
moving right along, deepening the haunting, sober song..
of stubborness caught, in relationships prong- held close to flame, all what wasn't right. All the wrongs. Like charcoals, pressured diamond song. The sight.
of seeing,
who woulda felt, to knew? What can be known, what goes unsaid-said un, done and made anew! All petty hurts, arrogant blames and insults fall away
because there is a warm, dark man whose heart has been turned your way. Again.
Now knowing, that the love is always greater than the ego who be showing
all the buttons, ways and triggers: like hairline fractures, who'd have figured? That he carves up weaknesses, in order to deliver. His own soul, in life's reflection.
Twoo
find the Self, that is grander and bigger
I'd sooner share pain, and laugh and rage through-
than quiver
or shake in the light of challengers fate
then to dissolve and shiver.
In
two again or more, that (was) relationships karma
to deliver.
Four, standing 5 or even more: elements, all lined up spinning and twirling and waiting for more. For volatile chemistry to work, one must know the rules- and forewarned be, let disclaimers set. To know me is to know yourSelf. And to know we are not, and know nothing, and then something else again.
That's what my heart years to do.. as lovers, as mates.. or even as friends.
But applying this cycle, these spun circling pikelets
of wild foraged abundance to spiritual disciples
again and again from, the endings to worlds finest:
Beginnings and then dying death tamed and birth wildest
to re:know the truth, concerning anger and pain
to re:know the truth concerning playing hearts game
and to re:meet me there, in the field beyond blame
so we might both re:establish a (we) heart centred flame -
Flaming arm, encrusting fame: dark- entrusting names spark. In place of charms bark. Enrolling games; quark, ensigning maims fart. Ensuring blames fark. Into dust, hark- mighty loves part in heralds mud-chart, give ogre pains wart and be done with fear sport. Live new in lands green, take what is unseen- wave flag under chest, gleam. Out yourself in future now, true. And remember Earths sheen, she loves you.. and all water under bridges pass by, unless you sailing ships of memories and wondering why. I sing this in rythm, rain and wrong song..the very rights i make again, wrong..until i'm told its all a dream, gong. The bell, im saved, its all mistook, its just a word Mon. Mom. Mum. Nun. Run. On. Wrong. Right too..sweeping in loving warm spirals like warm stones sun heat- misty mountain green shoots and all we shared in this heat, the fire pheonix born and raised...a heavy hearted mouths and lung disgrace. Let be a fresher newer kind of you..in moments held in language again, to soothe. Heard back and mirrored up inside of you. What you need and how to tell me true. So stumbles, fear and pains are loved and mood- is just a sill thing we author too..because beyond the stories songs and all that's felt- the black leather whipping, yin n yang inversed-gossamer belt extreme.
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This week i've met with Red belly's listening to Old man banksia harbouring bright yellow eaters, honeying pigfaced fruits of bushtuckers deep dark roots, hearing rad new world verbs during storms destined interludes. Reaping sun showered days, and running through brown coffee's haze, remembering recorded grey, old graze.. ing on new years phase. considering twenty, twelve..and typing to more fully devle..into ones personal (shelve).. of minds presence, gelled.
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Offering soul,
minds presence seated in my haunches
nothing less than bearing breeze
while summer nights bend the branches
in twirling tales, of spirals cones and circles
life lives lights laughter
and seasons rest in emptiness
with the naught-fine unfurled Father -
@Saber As u find this idea valuable, u cld Offer a signed piece of ur art as prize for a new term competition...then 'follow me' so I can continue to kick out some of my own signal jammin word art. Here's a cupl interpretative teasers: 'Signals of subversion'. 'Underground alphabet'. Urban Heiroglyphicia. Psychic Campfire shadow puppetry. StreetSignalling. ConcreteCruising. To create visual abacus. Engineering ur own space is becoming ever important, on Earth and in minds- whilst we experience and ever-more overcrowding of novelty upon the clear+ open space of a once-pure cognitive potential. Greater and finer distinctions are necessary. Let me know your aim, and i'll re-arrange words in patterns that will ensure heightened fame.
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Long comfy neck & a body that rests.Evn while typing or imbibing these crazy-ass texts. My heart's nestled true, amongst better and best..
Off for Christmas, right outta the tree-
I pledge my love, cos then you know that its free..
just give me a course, and some direction to take: please let it be written, in the friendships we make->
here's where I tickle, & prime my reality.. converging 'doing do' AND 'working with' in its entirety..
If you can't flow my words,
just think of BJM eating nerds..sittin in clouds, swinging monkey-magic-bar verbs..
Just let me be TITAN-
i'm so sick of human fight'n..
its the fear that's the weakness..and the anxiety of bite'n..
but hear- better than breaking glass,or skippin class, or bein last, cos its cool and backseat booners BLAST:
but
just if ya grabbed me, and gingerbread slabbed me,
i'm gonna let ur mind run, as I show my bum and with all that can be, and love under the sun I do de-claire, "u can kiss my ass'
with your carebear stare
and with that let it be known i'm the man that'll 'chocolate-fare',
your greatest scare.
Cos the Hansel Wtich had nothin on this reality glitch.
Leavn word trails of boulders, not crumbs
to kick that evil ass bakery, bitch!
Just find your way home outta those dark woods...
Now
brought to u with.
peace and Mud
BJM -
Wordsmith reality jammn..hackin signals like Neo, you know I be darin'. To kick shit in ur face, even though I know you were staring.. Can u feel the rythm iI be hittn in the face of stars glarin' and sharin'?
Well fuck it if u cant read hiphop, do u think i be carin'?
Or attracting only the truest brothers, so we all can be barin'
Billionaire ventures and more,
with the rest of the planets, not only stars- we'll be farin'
funds for earth and our freedoms so the whole planet is chairin'.
At the round table of humanity.
Peace and Mud.
BJM -
Green hat, greener eyes.. sittin with ginger beer under palm fronds with sparkling WHY'S...I's.. Ice n shit, aircondtioning..too cramped..too much sales crap that unsticks. I make new spells for u all to re-gather the force, to place your aye at the tops of the pyramid: NORTH. Its the way up..when sales go sky high, fuck ur nlp patterns Jonny, its all gay: and now i'm telling u why. Put this death guage up ur midgest ass ! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA
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Comin' and goin' pretending im not timeless and flowin, instead buying shit i dont need..and callin it love, not greed. Screw your light at the end of the tunnel, and phil pharbers stack that makes gay mongrels of funnels:
and ING..into new minds.. that objects flow, and unstick through time this spell as you all
KNOW.
Who really is KING ; ) -
Just jazzy jingling bells.. running heaven through the halls of hell.. merging opposites, and collapsing smells..into new tastes and sounds so we all can fell.. Fall, make build Brawl..love's behind all curtains wall. Now, and then again some more- fuck these billionaires, i want my friends who call: OUT!!! yo, love and make it,..im hacking the signal here in the snake-oil matrix! : )
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Sear 4 y'all 2 here.. neither numbers or blunders il let ya befit our friend..
For falln grins, to befall and gin.. better to alcohol now, then give it all to sin.. and later on how,now, would u make that song?
I'll tell ya hard.. but il give it in rhyme, and if u can decode this mess,
i'll give ya some of my time. Some of my shine. Pour universe right up and down ur spine->
But i'll end it right now, give u the chance to mime : )
To act in verse.. to stage, rehearse thru space n time- all the mappn madness- the sheltered Ab-yss..
tho one last thing, il straight and forward- follow ur own hearts bliss: don't make rich the bastards.
Peace and Mud -
Creatn curious clause, making incessant chores.. seem more enjoyable.. training likes its raining but y'all in bubbleville.
Sunny..chill.. instead, and get some pool.. who woulda thought ya all don't need school..
Instead y'all need love in y ah arts, not majik mirror men makin' ya sniff their farts.
And buy their shit.
While they peddle snake oil, and ya can't help but hit-
yourself gained self, again and again
in the mirror u wont find naught but friend, ought but spend-
more in bend.. as u stuck to the wall like flies and BLEND.
Blend the ball..the mirror thats all..and make bread like butter, this incredible TALL...
Tail..like no other..
(sarcasm) Look it UP : ) -
Fortunately i'm creating a democratic charity, which provides FREE #NLP and #HYPNOSIS and other self development frameworks at an international standard, for its members and associates. Like to be involved in global network of masterminders? Just drop me an email.
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Banned from #NLP weekly forum, for trying to create a win/win for TadJames Co, and the members of their forum. They've stolen my consultation, implemented my ideas and kicked me out of the loop. BJM says, TadJames co are integrity-less cocksuckers
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Blurt, beep and bust burpfarts..tweets flapping like birds song-darts. Aimed with spring's bounce till your mind parts..
allowing your cells space, to expand.. impart
like vacum-lined and confined, laser art
into new shapes that will glow, and re-chart
your life's grandest possibilities
and then
'add (to)cart' ; )
#nlp
#wordart -
Blurt, beep and bust burpfarts..tweets flapping like birds song-darts. Aimed with spring's bounce till your mind parts..
allowing your cells space, to expand.. impart
like vacum-lined and confined, laser art
into new shapes that will glow, and chart
your life's grandest possibilities
and then
'add (to)cart' ; )
#nlp #wordart -
Its not the words we read that change us,but the meanings we make that can enflame trust -bjm Interpretations can easily go lame,&rust..when confluence reigns above real contacts thrust. I could say it to u straight, and must- but i'll dance the edges of your craving-for-meaning's, lust. As I tweet freely, and with style conjoing thus, different media platforms, at exposure's cusp.
Peace and mud,
BigJonMud -
Its not the words we read that change us,but the meanings we make that can enflame trust -bjm Interpretations can easily go lame,&rust..when confluence reigns above real contacts thrust. I could say it to u straight, and must- but i'll dance the edges of your craving for meanings, lust. As I tweet freely, and with style conjoing thus, different media platforms, exposure's cusp.
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#iloveaboy ,who was calld a Man.But I sat,then I stood&my parts went BAM! Nearly at once, past& present were now and then..all of a sudden my inner child became my best friend : )
Peace and mud
BigJonMud
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