till I'm done with this

Infinity

my entered text:

This strange chain of thought must be tied to something on the other end. I would learn more about my friend who is with me always, my friend the eye can't see. I would know better my menagerie. I will learn skills not just to pay the bills but to see inside with the wide eyes of my will. I will. I will.

interp (with "You Egg! Young Fry of Treachery!" (infinity one one)):

An infinity in the infinity place represents stability, harmony.
Spy Log #82:
This strange chain of thought must be so, but to pay the bushes. I would learn skills not just to Orlando. I say I will learn skills not just to something on the eye can't see. I will.
The next morning, I would talk subjects and opinions, tell no stories. I would talk subjects and sleep in the bushes. I would become a non-entity, fade to something on like circus boys and roadside attractions. This strange chain of past towns, crossed paths, Dairy Queens, and roadside attractions. This strange chain of thought must be tied to people, even my name. If pressed, I would talk to Orlando. I would I had no circumstances would fly the coop. Go on the coop. Go on the wide eyes of past towns, crossed paths, Dairy Queens, and opinions, tell jokes, but I would know better my friend the bushes. I will.

Plus

my starter text:

Poetry won't come back to me till I'm done with this. Till I till the mindfields and turn over the new ground. Till I pull the veil down and make naked the new sound. Till my fishfins gasp and push against the ground, till what I never lost is found.

interp (with "Mob Star" (plus plus one)):

A plus in the plus position could mean powerful things. It's a good day to practice your Telecult Powers.
Spy Log #95:
Poetry won't come back to me till what I pull the ground, till I'm done with this. Till my ID.
"Which one, Ringo?"
"Reely, laika Beatles."
"Cool." Poetry won't come back to me till the ground, till I'm done with this. Till my ID.
"Which one, Ringo?"
"Reely, laika Beatles," Korean storeowner inspecting my ID.
"Which one, Ringo?"
"Reely, laika Beatles."
"Cool." Poetry won't come back to buy pornography in order to buy pornography in order to me till I'm done with this. Till I pull the veil down and turn over the RGBs take it out of a man psychically. So here I'm trying to at the new sound.

One

my starter text:

Today is Wednesday the seventeenth of October. I am at work and will remain at work all day. I have scoped out the shape of the day and it has difficulty. Hold on to it, hold on to what is good and what is yours, o me. Nothing is broken, only new.

interp (with "A Heaping Platter of God's Love" (infinity infinity infinity)):

An infinity in the one position means things might be a little dull for a bit. This is a time for waiting in contemplation and reflection. Learn to be your own best friend, read a book you've been meaning to read. When was the last time you played the guitar, got out the crayons, took a walk in the woods?
The Reverend Doktor's Interpretation of Your Card:
Today is Wednesday the cattle guard on to what was true and what is Wednesday the air, out the thing. It made my blood feel funny to it, hold on to do it. No way. And when you couldn't get a memory of mine. When I have seconds. Seconds of the river. About eighty, ninety feet down, it seemed. You'd hang in Page, Missouri, I had to Grasshopper Point your balls. I'd stand there suspended; and the air going up in the air. Falling right next to think real hard about what was a dog to do it. No way. And when you can kind of nothing. And when you think about what was true and the day and hold your perception of the cattle guard on to it, hold on to Box Springs and hold on to Grasshopper Point for a dog to think real hard about how far down to it, hold your balls. I'd stand there up past you, by mostly it's just time. Time of nothing, just time. Time of hear the river. About eighty, ninety feet down, it seemed.