how very well 1can get w shell

https://georgewebb.substack.com/p/know-thy-enemy-how-to-beat-the-deep
change 'aware' to away ... and btw, i began my digital existence [now in such mindbogglingly hi potency dilutions my head spins .. as my legs got robbed of their recovery system courtesy kidney damaging glyphosate devils ... it's a much wider prob than the 'virus vaccine game' and a pity you haven't a piety level to see it] ...
.... after  a canadian put a poem i handed him in the Vondel Park online just before the Ken Saro Wiwa really kicked into hi gear ... so i felt a calling .... yeah ... influencer ... dadit ... didn't coin the word tho, happy to be an old growth defense warrior ..

so that was around 1995

Piet the Prose-Poet Polemicizer, PPP the PPP for sure and short, at first sight just another prototypically pacifist peacemaker, but if you look closer you see a green hippy with a peculiar grip on rock and agression for particularly pertinent polish and pulse; an even more focussed effort reveals the godfather of new and improved breeds: the world's most comprehensively coherent grippies to date as revivals and umpteenth incarnations of Mercury, Cernunnos or other overrun, usurped and discontinued rolemodels.
Here is the All's not well with the use of the word shell poem I mentioned already: Marblous Piet's Boible-Loth* or Phi-cycle peace of mind's eye  sees an easily better than teasy chance to squeeze rock to fine fresh physical pieces and prized particles of roused rock sent to rise on rays; mined and misted mineral muds, the realm's coin raised from hell to ripen and dangle fruit from the sky. Marblous Piet's Boible-Loth or Phi-cycle peace of mind's eye puts on and pulls off a rigorous spell which can truly tell about how his inventuresome keys tolled the bell and prevailed with the petrified memory doors of hell to admit and remember the sun's saviours sent from that core of our magnetically circus show to swell and tie'm as grace justifying current from pump-skin-hell,  so heaven is kept on its best behaviours and afloat very well......
* first two letters of an ancient treecalender-alphabet (see R Graves: 'The white Goddess').

some relevant bits:

He wrote a blurb for their weekly supplement called the Netherlander where he made me out to be an American exorcising the evil spirits from the coke bottle. The other evidence was my first Net published poem (on page two) ending on tell, well, spell, hell, shell, etc. The trouble Shell oil got into that fall was something I flattered myself with by claiming at least catalytic synchronicity presence, wavecrest and whipcrack credit for another term for local autonomy.  It motivated me to go ahead and dump all of my work on  the net, it took me at least a year to get to a point where the text looked reasonably coherent but it always does that for a little while at least (and most) after a bout of painstaking correction marathons.


A poem similar to the following one was an omenlike precursing announcement for the trouble Shell got into but also an indictment of myself cause I hadn't done any better than that yet although it was tempting to take credit for the coincidence and in actual fact, it did prompt and encourage me to bare all..
Cracking rocks is a percrushion cruise sprouting nuts from hell that become all kinds of life wonderfully well. Would ya have it abundant and swell or scarce enough and suited to sell?. Does distance make dishonest? Dumb engines roar away to help age the young and make life hell. I wish us to learn a bit of composture to deal with each unpleasant repression smell. forgive me if I throw a Joyce like spell, my mother was born on his dying day and I on one sympathetic to her as you may soon tell.