Finding Calvin pt. V - VI - I'se In Town, Honey
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Finding Calvin Pt. V – The Golden Horde - VI - I'se In Town, Honey
Kerplunkled and cascaded
He struggled to breathe
Far from the insightful crenellations
And the marbling he struggled to see
Wavering the jagged abasement
The unordained allotted to be
He would go with the flow
Upon the once delicately weaved
But there would be hope
A wayfarer in white sheathed
A shepherd or an angel
Perhaps the one from Galilee
Calvin gave a javelin throw
An Olympian feat
Oscillating Pollice Verso
Riposted with smile refulging
While peering post facto
Ruminating bewildered estranged
Pondering the inside joke
Accompanying the refrain
Blindsided by wooded dome
Undulating underwater portaling
He'd come to the one to be stroked
If provided enough bread and jelly
But no bread could be thrown
And his hands were jelly free
But the beaver ambled and moaned
Sharing moments only seen on TV
Some would call it blind hope
Some interspecial empathy
For a beaver to assist a broke bro
When a broke bro was in need
But as its little paw strokes
Turned to feverish scratching
Calvin would quickly lose hold
And another of his dreams
But before he would go
Calvin stole wood for holding
That would keep him afloat
At least hopefully
But his tethering would not go
Caught between lodging unseen
Though he gave a good snag
No snag would set him free
It would keep him impasse'd
Jostle-free and free to think
Floating on the passive mass
Bellum omnium contra omnes
He caught a glimmer that would pass
As he stared into passivity
Across farm and boggy abides
AKA sundogs or stranger things
His gaze lingered like a spy's
Trying to fathom the passing thing
Was it help from upon high
Would it remain another mystery
But curiosity kills felines
Or at least this time would set him free
As the tethering would then snap
And he floated to the Open Sea
Flushed upon the glitter path
Its specular reflection of golden green
He peered a morphian Lovecraft
Perhaps the Sun's crepuscular seed
Was it absorbing what it lacked
And emanating what it seethed
Could it be the chasm he left
A cosmic being feeding to release
There it was again
That shining flying mysterious thing
Was it late or defining timing
And categories for the sane
Piercing the green sea brining
The hymen of the sea
Trespassing reliquarium's binding
The antediluvian silently weaved
Awaiting the Leviathan'd
Pining the dorsaling's identity
Immersed in death's shining
A crescenting crucifumarion believed
But Calvin was hooked
And hoisted aggressively
By men dressed in black
Driven by men dressed in green
Suddenly he's hearing music
Often heard on LMN or AMC
He'd panic if he had breath
For they raced towards the monstrosity
Approaching the sea hedge'd
A gigantic theatre screen
Towering a barge's flatbed
And accoutrements for functioning
And with the angling unkempt
And the view now galleried
It was clear looking back
What remained to be seen
For the Eldritchian past
Was but halo's shadowing
The golden hour's bereft
Was but golden hoarding unseen
For the giant sea Egg'd
Once black was now green
luminescing purple and gold
Upon the white hulls of royalty
Catching a sight of a Big Ben
And Mr. Berg conversating
Upon the yachts helicopter pad
With that shining mysterious thing
He was escorted to the deck
Where a small crowd waited patiently
And peering the empty niche'd
It was clear where he was to have a seat
Guided
in his warm blanket
Calvin was ushered to his seat
Staring into lettered soup
And assorted people he has yet to meet
No one dared to move
No one uttered a peep
As Calvin peered the noodling
The message was as clear as day could be
“CHAMPION OF THE UNIVERSE”
Calvin was confused
Confounded statically
Was he to feel amused
A’roosed
Or rusiveillinglied
Lamington: (worryingly looks at Calvin) Zucresta, waffles, now.
Ajax Jersey’d Man: Ja, breng de wafels, Zucresta. I love waffles.
Said the cinnabar’d jersey'd man
Obnoxiously
Pining to the left of Lamington
But Lamington refrains
Maintaining his stalwart gaze
Cocksured
Crosslegged
For it may have been Calvin lime-lit
But It was Lamington’s center stage
Draped by a few of the tributaries
That floated atop the bay
And to his right a man plenaried
Overreaching sunlit canopy
Beyond plates of opulence
Swirling a tall glass of perhaps OJ
With maybe smoked eel or red herring
A smattering lacking sophomoric subtlety
Perhaps a Honing-Mosterd-Dillessaas
Or maybe it was a cherry or honey'd glaze
Such clouded Calvin's relevance
Submerged in his catatonic reasoning
Siddling the Ajax man leans in and nods
Placing glass before Calvin’s panning chin
As the Ajax man sits he watched
Calvin sipping, spitting, then cringe
"It's good. It's good. Ja Augurkensap"
With tilted laughter sacrilege'd
Finally
With red, orange, and
lighter amberings
Zucresta arrived with ornate cutlery
And jellies, syrups, and waffles taut
A sunset pallet on serving tray
But something was odd
In fact quite off
pancakes, pancakes on every plate
Except for Calvin and his waffled array
And it framed the picture
Sutter Cane'd
With sudden sightings seen aloft
Piercing the backdropped orchestry
Enrapturing all attentions involved
Enlightening dark pupilings
So attentive all sat and watched
Little dark seeds in dormancy
While the marooned fat cat sat atop
The unknown waiting on eskied
The roaring, clamor, and jarring screams
Overshadowed
Dialectical pondering
As what was is
Has been seen reframed
And from the mouth of madness
Calvin's laughter reigned
Woman: Nu komt de aap uit de mouw…
Ajax Jersey’d Man: Jammer. Bijna gehaald. Helaas pindakaas
In sunnies, cossie, and bronzant
A 9.5 she would stand
Crescenting OJ and croissant
She sat beside the jersey'd man
Watching the sun-screened-strunged plot
With expression Europanned
Amid a sea of the Goldie lock'd
She was the pearled that would never land
Outro:
It seemed the best of time
Overshadowing the worst of time
None portaging
All made at sea
It was the maritimed
Bathed in the sun sublimed
While the overlooked
Landed convergionously
Here's what happened in a nutshell:
- he sees a meandering dorsal fin
- he is escorted past a giant barge with a giant movie screen entertaining very wealthy men and women
- he is served alphabet soup
- he receives a substitution of waffles after displaying confusion
- he seems to have an emotional breakthrough of sorts while everyone watches whatever is unraveling on screen
Was it really Ja Augurkensap?--or was it really adrenochrome or urine? I mean, I sip pickle juice and I don't cringe.
I usually don't clarify subtext, but Big Ben and Mr. Berg references the exploitation of the Jews by England during the reign of King John (also alluded to in 4-2, Collaterhole).
I really wanted to incorporate Aussie elements. Who knows?—Maybe she’s an Aussie that speaks Dutch!--Or maybe the language is implying some other connection. Perhaps the cat
Given the girthy narrative, it would be exhausting researching all the phenomena that parallel Fin The Mouth of Madness. However, there are key points worth mentioning.
1 - just like Calvin's storing and experimenting on his sweets, Mr lamington has an island to do the same (2-4 Berriers Believed)
2 - just like Calvin's jelly ritual with his cakes, Mr lamington has a jelly ritual with his friends. (Coup De Tarte; 1-9 The Color Purple)
3 - just like Calvin had his jelly team, Mr lamington has a team of his own (Lite Assembly)
4 - just like Calvin confined and integrated the cakes and pies with the baking sheet trays, Mr lamington and his team confined and integrated humans on the island and Calvin’s containermates for the hunt (Coup De Tarte – 10 The Order of Things; Berriers Believed; Lite Assembly)
5 - just like Calvin lies to his cakes. Mr lamington lies to Calvin, as seen with "I lied " (regarding the psychopath exploration in Berriers Believed).
6 - just like Mestuffstoplease and the Chef contrive behind the Caker's back, Mr Lamington and Mr Wellington do the same with Xao. (Coup De Tarte - 1, New Views, ?, ?; Finding Calvin Pt. 2 -
7 - just like Calvin changes the cakes with his jelly, turning them into jelly fiends, Mr lamington changes the animals, and, as far as we know, humans like Dave with his chip technology.
8 - like Calvin with his cakes, Mr lamington has yet to let Calvin down (Coup De Tarte when he introduces rice pudding into the cake mil,ieu) "have I ever let you down"
9 - like Calvin with his cakes Mr larrington empathizes with his creations (his cake champion verse cherry pie Coup De Tarte - The Cake-Pie Rapture; 4 -5 A Layering). Here we have to assume that to an extent Calvin has become a creation of Mr lamington's, if not a creation at least groomed to an extent.
Has Calvin become the cream cake, adorned with HBD and And 12-inch glitter-dipped candles surrounded by Cinnamon Buttercream—only to be sold away to a red hot date? (Coup de tarte,- Just Desserts and A Glossy Transition; 4-5 Light Assembly)
And so not a epigenetic counterpart, in the mind of the Jelly Man, there is an errie transpositional unraveling of his cake metaverse into real-world circumstances he's finding himself in.
I have a plethora of notes to sift before posting, but I wanted to be done with this part. I’m quite parched.
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