Pencil Of Secret Codes © Surazeus 2026 01 29 Not clever enough to avoid the trap of telling sick jokes to the lizard king, cute ray of sunshine dressed in methane skirt nurses child of the devil with black milk while chewing the pencil of secret codes that crouch with moon toads in abandoned mines. Adjusting perspective through edgy truth, she deals with hilarious opposites that pivot around Still Point of all time within framework of cerebral concepts based on project to design new world view that deconstructs imperial rule with lies. Misdirect focus of attentive greed from propaganda project to brainwash fools willing to believe religious tales presenting miracles as measured facts which support grand state ideology so we can see essential truth of being. She surfs event horizon of star waves with graceful anguish of lonely respect through slow revolving door of formal change programming how we understand the real based on aggressive twinkle of brain stars that twitch in cosmic wind of endless change. Raindrops paint dry dirt with radiant eyes that dazzle hearts of young vivacious ghosts who count how many crows fly outside time forever west to find where the sun hides with sharp intention of untampered books to build palace of notes from broken bones. Immaterial orchids by garden pool explain confusion about soul rebirth involving various objects without names that we assemble inside walls of stone with plan to purchase from ghost in the cave house of the haunting melody we play. Amorphous desire of rational fate urges me to invent new simple words that lurk on edge of aesthetic regret through intellectual game of puzzling charge based on sensational spark of dawn light that misleads progress of our retrospect. Social collision between private kings and public jesters over whose world view will better assimilate in one myth psychic trauma every human endures transforms countless warring states of the Earth in global drama no one wants to play.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Thursday, January 29, 2026
Pencil Of Secret Codes
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Orpheus walks around the crowded streets of London with boxes of pencils he tries to sell to homeless poets who lounge around the fountain of Neptune.
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