The Knowledge Paradox

Chapter 1. Discovery
Nat King Dread opens Locks to the Immediate
He can see what all the fuss is about
Now would never be the same
Prophecy flows coupled in phases of rampant revelation
Diluting concern with torrential misoneism
Out of sight and completely out of MIND
Dashing to blazes to influence the outcome
Nat jockeys jocularity by jettison jest planes
"Listen," Nat watched his inner vision, "nothingness is stable."
"Adjust your Parity Ambulators," instructs Ethyl Methylred
Each time she spoke she came into view
"Mortality is configured as the moment of a full swivet."
She hooks a fetish from a flagellar rotation, initiating extensions of exemption
"Now is now and always will be."
Working around the clocked Nat wipes slates clean
Bringing down the housing of his humdrum adobe
Substituting sickening sibilant sounds to slush funds of shady characters
"Here is an assumption, Nogody is looking."
Ethyl Methylred winks zero plus minus
"This is a detail from Post-truth, laws parody indirect derision
Standing strands of multiple impersonality heteroduplexes"
"Look," Nat takes in a fit of starts
"Everywhere is all over the place."

Chapter 2. Lab Work
I am in a laboratory making a horse's ass of myself
Crossing chickens with road-runners to obtain the other side of a pathology
Being gifted at making ammends meet trans-apparent trials of plight
Highly derived strung between hunger and backburners
Suspending animation stages of disbelief
Apposite attributes assemble amorphic allusion by remote generic ancestry
Skimming suds of effusive flotsam flattery to foam at the mouthing
Spitting images on polygodlet tails of irretrievable GO signals
The lab is a mess
I accidentally manufactured a Final Solution
Such sorry slurry misshapen by mishaps and mistaken identity
Delivering the vacantly atomic composition that serves us right
Lucky it came with a silent bang
Oscillating for grip
Motility and polarity war
Spoke through satellites with distal ends
Basal bodies everyone
All bailing out
Ethyl dialed Maximum Intuitive Noetic Delivery
Saving me from myself

Chapter 3. Prototypes
Max Stimied drew a new crowding
He was coming unstuck and recounted his tale of encroachment
To a sitcom variety of prototypes
"I am not all here," he linked to Ethyl
"and never again will this particular aggregation achieve
this particular approximation."
Watching his density deflect an erection he slipped in his MIND
Past, present and future converged from the limit of tension
To a single double, tripled over itself, wet once and stayed
Straightening synchronous surreptitious toward a foregone conclusion
Insinuating calm before the storming
Ethyl alternates legs at arms length causing spasms in lifespans and faux de pas
She exhorts Max to make global contact for mechanical understanding of the Agony
"Send me your report," she insists, working up the courage to see what it says
"I will," replies Max, eyeballing beads of sweat as they band trumpets of finale, "all in good timing."


Chapter 4. Serum
Dr. Leaky de Boatie found his truth vein
Quickly he injected for self interrogation
"Is there a God?" he demanded to know
Once the effects were evident
"Is there a God? he raised his voice
"Answer the question," he drilled himself continuously
He was famous for his openly heartless procedure
In the meantime
He should have asked me
Leaky and I went way back
We were out of the blues
Instead he became a prisoner of misfortune
Delving the delta of sediment sentimentality
To see what it means
De Boatie came unplugged
With a sinking feeling he
Migrates
Bifurcates
Denigrates
MIND
System
Drowns
Then
Is gone in a flash

Chapter 5. Dead Box
I am calling from a Dead Box where Groucho prevails
Mapped by wakes from the future
I am between missions that take me beyond belief
As we transport correlates of Consciousness with telepathic subordinates
It is imperative to consider the self as elusive, like a flutter by
Isaac Disheveled Unsung packages messages into the cleavage of a meridian
Traipsing excerpts along vectors of a rough sketch he tells me
"Purpose imparts knowledge particles about your wits end."
He has forgotten everybody and determines to find the primary event
"Aligning adjacent acumen with fleets of ignorance, is anyone there?"
Wordlines echo endless connections
Ethyl Methylred got all fuzzy and asked if he was wearing his safety fears
"All is predetermined by chirality."
Isaac roars across breathless spectral escapades poking the mote in the eye
Of an eon
"War has a right handed screw, pass it on."
He soars over superstition with strategic supposition
"Inter specific and trans specific transcripts can still be established."
He promised
"If nobody stops me"

Chapter 6. War
War is off and on
Dugout in some helminthine disguise
The front is a dark and muddy place
I check out my current organism
All recombination is intact
A force of Nature with gonads
"We are missing in action."
Nat King Dread extrudes entropy
In the heat of confusion
Amorphous attributes converge catastrophic
Mired spirals saddle rangy loners
In some borderline place
Ethyl Methylred comes to her senses
She lashes lurid details in a process
Of elimination
"Nothing is real," comments Isaac Disheveled Unsung
Quipping quick quirks of quiddity
Max Stymied outstretched and landed
I
Racing tracks of articulating truculence
In type-cast reception
Dictate terms for a holocaust
That is all in a day's work

Chapter 7. Tactics
My first clue to the violent language hybrid linked slinking tentacles
Flickering destinations across updates of innovation
It was a full frontal verbal attack
Spreading dialects with mute dialogues and deft manipulation
Of disparate desperation
Deliberately delivering underhanded overtones
Getting my back up
I
Slice mired spiral vernacular veneer
Egg on my face
Wash my hands of it
Dry wittily
Acting reactive
I
Head toward chaos
Wending cells of idiom to supply jargon audacity with a lexical thrust
Emulating the coursing curve of the cursive curse
Obliterate indiscriminate aberrations of aggravation
Past passages of pronounced propaganda
Loping awkwardly eclectic toward evolving eloquence
With figures of speech and elegant verses of cancellation
God is in the trench

Chapter 7. God
God levels energy with grunts of ascension
Transfixed by the tumultuous motion
Being out there
Bucking and far flung
With a variegated variation of viable alternatives
And a sense of foreboding that is bent out of shapes
War is off and on
Murmurs, rumors
Disconcerting conversations of covert conspiracy
Under the spell of a sentence
Grating grammar of gawky awe
Stormed by the very idea
Before sinking in
I
Wring concommitence from the non-commital commune
Avoid reassemble conjugates of utility that strike me
From the future

Chapter 8. Me
Not one guessed that I had returned as promised
But those whose jump seat buckles the mumble of jumble
Jutting delusive and juiced as a stewed prune
Should never stow thrones
Laws of the visitation
Mired in a meander of mesmerizing maxims
Sparking meters with indelibly tiled walls of Hadrons
Quasi mode
Masked by lifespans
I
Glide with an appetite for split beams
Home on deranged
Where endearing interlopers wager
With sly verbosity stand by jargon
Trying to avoid damages
I hit the deck running

Chapter 9. Break
Here we are at the Skyrocketing Icon-o- Class Incontinent Gotel
Between missions that take us beyond belief
Checking in was a lark and all manifestations are within walking distance
A restive, barmy, topical loquacious intrigue is the main attraction
Of diversions from the incongruent intrusion
Of a semi-automatic clip
So pervasive in the syntax
Irony here perceived by the impartial and fledgling
Who run hot and cold with increasing agility
My room overlooks Memory Lane which is now a two way street
In the Bitter Suite I found Illushyn Wunuvabich Krozcuntriski
"Count" as I defer to his preferred pronunciation, was incognito
Amazingly I could not tell the difference
He is the champion of nomads
In whose cause he runs frequent fringe benefits
"We are stuck here," he moans, caressing a companion
He mentions something about selling his soul
Simply so the Devil may have one
He asks if I would be so charitable as to forefeit eternity
Entering the Lobby of Misfits I suggest
That eternity is the result of bad timing once it dawns on you
Still, due to his disposition and after the harrowing
Experience such as ours
I can almost feel this person

Chapter 10. Recovery
Nat King Dread unlocked the Immediate
He couldn't see what all the fuss was about
Now is now and always will be
He read my MIND with some incredulity
"I need another head net," I mouth toward Ethyl
As she busies herself at the Console of Consolation
I am beside myself
Intrinsic becomes explicit in my open MIND
"Incorporeal Maximo Gomas reporting as required."
It is true I have never filed a report
"It is a long report. Beginning with duality of being about face
which serves to initiate extensions of exemption and excerpts of excess
that carries the interim of spontaneity to chilling new heights."
In my MIND Rebessa Supernova supplicates to Ethyl Methylred
She likes being her slave but her knees are sore
Half past present, Rebessa seeks focal adhesion
With a hiss of violated, ruptured excess
"Anything can be accessed by custom fitting," Ethyl states stingingly
She adjusts the straps on the bucking young female

Chapter 11. Redemtion
Isaac Dishevelled Unsung doesn't know where to look
Illushyn Wunuvabich Krozcuntriski can't look away
Nat King Dread has seen it all along
"I see myself," assured Max Stimied
"If I overshoot the unidentified objective you will have to probe
each other's versions as to what happens next."
Rebessa curses the day she was born
She vows to slice Ethyl into tiny pieces
She hopes Isaac will burn in eternity
She promises to feed Illushyn to the dogs of Hell
She watches Nat close my MIND with fractals of frenzy
Then, Rebessa forgives us
"I see myself," Max repeated, mostly to himself
"Too late," responded Isaac, grasping the consequence
He understood what we all had in MIND
"What's going on here?" questioned a cop out
Cuffing Isaac on the chin
"He showed us how to sacrifice in order to save,"
answered Max Stimied, wording in edgewise
"Save who?" smirked the cop out, sacrificing the answer
"Save what?" wondered Stimied, sacrificing himself

Chapter 12. Lost
I am going nowhere.
The intermittent white lines at the center of the traction
Space the pace
I want to get there right away. There is no place like nowhere
"Nowhere fast," I tell the driver as he runs out of interest
"Where's that?"
"Step on it," I can only suggest
"Where do you want to go?"
"Where are we now?"
"South Okeedokee."
"Keep going."
Sure I make assumptions, doesn't everygody?
I mean, to what the allusion?
What deficit properties cause the artifact of behavior?
I was designed to go there, now I'm held accountable
Correct this error. If one is designed to experiment why be held accountable?
"Do you want me to keep going?"
"Where are we?"
"Nowhere."
"Let me off here."

Chapter 13. Bar Blacksheep
"Wanker, toss me another," Maximo Gomas fogged the mirrored table
"Saw your future tonight," said Ethyl Methylred, head Timekeeper of events
"If I were you I'd stay put," she advised, handing him a delayed Time capsule
"Future? What future? Gomas swallowed the capsule and picks up a date
"It's a curious thing, time," moaned Nat King Dread, putting a joint in the oven
"One minute you have it, the next thing it's gone."
Max looks at me but I won't let him see me again
Visitation rights itself extra-dimensional
"Description is totally incompatible with what we want to say."
David Bohmsquad argued for revision
"Yes," agrees Anonymo, "the skeptic does not doubt what he sees
but investigates further rather than assert what he has found."
"Look," Beliebniz was anxious for me to go again
"the world surges with life, and every particle in Nature
participates in it to some degree."
"Correct," cut in Niche, "every individual collaborates with the entire Cosmos
whether we know it or not, whether we want it or not."
Emmerson Fittibackpack sat next to Antonia Porsche
Who was filling her world with phantoms
"Space is a great thing, there is some pinch of narrowness to us,
and we laugh and leap to see the world, what amplitudes it has
which are but lanes and crevices to the great space in which the world swims."
Pierre du Crazy showed me the Road Map to Reason
Pulling himself up to his fullest expectation
"There is an element in the greatest mystics, the saints, the prophets,
whose influence has been felt for centuries. That element is your constant."
"Eternity is a deception, the only truth is the unique," Albert Cameo
lit up an expressway, smashing atoms into stumps of aberrations
There are no full stops
"It is tragic what dies inside a man while he lives," Albert Switzer drew on his straw hat
Motioning for us all to join him
"Yet he lives on," Meursault L'Etranger waived his hand dismissively
"You put me in touch with some profound emotions, " Rebessa Supernova
assorted her memories into pools of strength
"There was there," she recorded for the session, "and belongs there, not here."
 

Chapter 14. Aftermath
Rebessa would always look back to lives long since lived
Her angst was her sensor for future allocation
MIND switches unlock locks, winding unwinding, opens close
Transversing the trivariate attraction of short cuts
Through strategic attenuation of active sights
Rendering Rebessa edgeless
Under non standard conditions of hazardous haste
We hurl again over the wake of the future
Making moles out of mountains
As we race toward the center of awareness
Where tattered remnants of vanquished principles
Register regardless
Resigned to the consequences
We hang like shreds after the mystical maelstrom
 
Chapter 15. The Event
"Honey, I'm Homer."
"You're Homer early, what happened to early-late?"
"There's a big Plato at the MIND accelerator. Dread got bundled."
"What for?"
"Violation of the Knowledge Paradox."
"You're joking, how did he do that?"
"Nobody actually knows."
"I find that odd."
"Why?"
"I don't know, is he in trouble?"
"What for?"
"Violating the Knowledge Paradox."
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"I don't remember."
"How can you not remember? Either Dread is in trouble or he isn't.
Which is it?"
"I'm thinking."
"Sounds like your having a bank erasure. Analyze the long term effects
on short term memory."
"What for?"
"Violation of the Knowledge Paradox."
"Okay"