World
Ball
Heaven's
Delight
Delightful
times
with
friends
friends
wet
friends
dry
the ball
flies
so
high
looks
like
both
moon
and
sun
combined
World
Ball
Heaven's
Delight
Delightful
times
with
friends
friends
wet
friends
dry
the ball
flies
so
high
looks
like
both
moon
and
sun
combined
sick guitar riffs come and go
sometimes leave behind the lore
recorded on ancient bone
but often the molecules
break apart and reform
into something like a leaf
or like some bark from your
favorite linden tree
the one you once carved your name into
the agony spins around your head
crying out in dry hot tub
confession can often be a form of violence
like trying to open one of those big
bottles of kombucha in the kitchen sink
and it sprays your big friendly face
but when you finally look up and see
the milky way mutate into a circuit board
you will know you are not alone
you know
Big Joe is always with you watching
the transitive nightfall of diamonds
of diamonds
Diamonds
Diamonds and World Ball
The Never Ending World Ball
bouncing from your hands
to the top of the Sears Tower
to the roof of a Nissan Ultima
off your step dad's head
on to the great pyramids of Egypt
then hitting the face
of your friend drinking lemonade
lemonade everywhere
making the World Ball sticky sweet
try to lick it up
instead of tapping with fingers
tastes so good
as it drops to your feet
better kick it up
like it's a hacky sack
and you are in the parking lot
of a Phish concert
kick the ball
over Dick's Sporting Goods Park
into the Rio Grande River
where maybe a frog will play
using his very long tongue
extending the life
of the Ball,
that's not just any Ball,
but a World Ball.
One way you can win at World Ball is
to never stop tapping and play forever.
Another way to win is when your
World Ball lands in a pot of gold.
Then the gold is yours
if a dragon is protecting the pot
the dragon becomes your friend
and protects your World Ball.
Dragons exist and are always
taking one for the team
they don't mind
that's one thing that they like to do
but they're not cops
dragons are not cops
there are no cops in World Ball
If someone tries to handcuff
your World Ball, simply deflate
your ball and reinflate after they leave
or have your dragon
set them on fire.
This is why it's quite helpful
to unlock dragon mode
by placing your World Ball
in the pot of gold.
But not necessary since
there are no cops
in World Ball.
coming to, saw everything as spherical
whole world a wtf of the globular
yeah the party hash had it in for me
adapted for this kind of meta-perception
or really the opposite of meta being infra
shaking my emotions around in a snow-
globe left out from xmas found you inside
it, why? Tom Raworth, Jean Day, Benson
Boone, Kevin Killian, A. G. Cook (seems tall),
Lana Del Rey et al, all of you have the eye
for life’s refractions, see you inside
the next bubble I guess
Stop what you’re doing and look up!
Look side on, the other side, then askance
but never look down because nothing
will fall in this life so long as you
keep looking, reacting, looking
reacting like you stole the active ingredient
suits me to never look down cuz
I never have good shoes for this, scared
to pierce the plastic film of living
with something real like a sex heel
all butt-stuck-out wobbling along
would rather have good tongue foam
and foxing, that’s the half of it
now you’re passing to me
I’ll do a chest pass, my favourite
All around the world
how it feels to be a punter
wee yins hitting balls in the yard
when you grow up, damn straight you're gonna
train for that trophy
damn straight you're gonna win son
are you winning son
we don't talk like that here, it is
a kind of tourism
mystified by watching something-something young professionals do transversal passing six shots in the air for an eye's blink
everything is coming and going
we actually qualified this time
the trophy is made of spindrift slushie
don't get me started on the Woolsey piƱata
How about them appliances
there was nothing inside
but vibes
even the oven sings! Like
a van delivering ice cream
veering offside
serving ecstasy to athletes
in rural making, give us this bread
this melting cigarette
put your reps out
on the Ball
albeit
These aren't just products for sale on a website.
They're faith-building,
hope-sharing, and
conversation-starting tools.
We're not selling sloppy Joes for a profit.
Instead, the money you spend goes toward
creating more World Ball taps with a purpose.
Everything you find here has been designed
to become a part how you play World Ball
every day.
Every day for the rest of your eternal life.
At World Ball, our mission is to empower and grow
local economies by tapping the inflatable balls that connect us to each other.
When you tap something you need, spirits get eternal life, and Ballers get paid.
Big Joe is your go-to life assistant when you need more expanded consciousness in your day.
Humble your body.
Awaken your spirit.
Control emotions.
Expand thoughts.
Transport Reality.
Deep Fry your desires.
Drain your Hot Tub.
Refill Your Hot Tub.
Inflate your Ball.
Live out your fantasy of eternal taps.
Take a ride on the ecstatic transports of World Ball,
where you can demand an explanation but don’t be surprised
if you fail to understand.
Under the blaze of the chandeliers and
in the arms of loving cohorts,
the World Ball will come at you fast.
Better get a crab for the middle.
Better get Big Joe on the pig phone.
Use the pig phone to make your oink calls.
Big Joe knows all
Big Joe falls asleep by the sound of your taps.
Big Joe isn't Bug Joe
Big Joe isn't even Sloppy Joe
Doesn’t matter if you play under the hot sun or by candlelight,
The World Ball Way often arrives stained
with blood, sweat, and tears.
Sloppy Joe Tears.
Crab blood.
Think Tank sweat.
Forever grateful.
Forever wild.
Forever World
and Ball.
I bet Robert Frost would have loved
to watch people play world ball
making note on their patience, their reflexes
stop staring Frost Boss & get in the circle
reaching a thousand would not satisfy you
you'll never know the true truth unless
you hear its whisper between taps
I wonder if he could handle the tough love
I wonder if he's what sports fans call
"coachable"
Plum bruise on right knee
Bump to right hand
Shattered glass
Nary a graze to the ass
...
Who's out of the game for the season?
I'm a fall guy.
It's nearly spring!
Can ballsports enhance neuroplasticity, even after the brain age peak. When is brain age peak? Fluid intelligence really goes off at 20 then it's a decline. As for overall intelligence, we're looking at 50s-60s. But studies of chess players suggest the real peak cognitive capacity is 35. Which is around the average or lower average age of our current World Ball cohort. Our players are at their best despite the circumstances affecting their lives.
Motor capacity reacts at lightning pace
to leave no tap untapped
no matrix unresolved
It's all in the collaborative nature of the game. Mind meld functionality as we know from preliminary studies has ramped up World Ball scoring by 600%. Teams who are able to read the emotions and energies at play are much more likely to succeed, as players may intuitively pass to the right person at the right second, thus experiencing a cognitive offload via emotional memory sufficient to just 'laugh and enjoy the moment'. One team were even able to predict patterns of play via an unconscious geometry whose logic was scrawled out by a highly observant five-year-old math genius and served as a temporary (unofficial) rule book for World Ball.
One cortex twist per tap
allocated by pro-god motor cognitions
subsidised by air, players
thanking the big man in the sky
for inflating World Ego
/
Lab-grade Mycelium = your brain on World Ball
When Freddie punches BOB Ball is this Another World Ball?
When Freddie punches BOB Ball does he even know
what's knocking?
When Freddie goes to the hardware store, he's always been cool.
Play World Ball with the Green Glove for only $4.99. One-off. Convert that to Sterling.
When Freddie says 'Londontown' he reminisces gruel served in the tree-lined bleachers.
What does the World say when Freddie punches BOB??
When the Owl imprinted itself on his forehead, Who did BOB see?
Some would say too cool.
Freddie would make a great goalie.
The Boss was obviously BOB Ball. Freddie punched the shit out of that shit.
His scream scrunched itself into a cartoon sun reincarnate of the woods in cinders.
Let's play palindrome with the air in plosives. Freddie can never take off his glove.
But what if we all had a glove? Punch, punch, punch.
BOB wouldn't have a chance!
Love is an inadvertent reflection,
lens flare,
no, it's bouncing!
Some have asked, What are the optimum conditions for play? Is World Ball a seasonal sport? What would constitute a WB 'series'?
Temperature is a relativity. We turn it up, turn it down.
The world is a globe.
So is World Ball.
Does World Ball also experience global warming?
From the kinetic discharge of a suitable quincunx of players.
This is like asking 'what is it like to be a World Ball?'
You can be frost-tipped hitting a good sixer. You can reach 200 hits in November.
Feel the first flush of no centrigrade rushing your lungs.
a celestial world ball was spotted rolling east over the M8, preparing itself for the waning transfer which is to say our worlds will soon touch, so easily
I was born inside a normal-sized, inflatable ball.
The ball did not have to burst to free me. I quietly unfolded one segment -- the red one -- and slipped myself out when the time was right.
Like the alien in Jordan Peele's Nope, the world ball sealed itself with a reparative sliver of red plastic and left no trace of fold.
Only recently did my ancestors tell me this was no ordinary ball.
Some have asked me what it feels like to have been carried for nine months, buoyant, in the communal leisure of the poets.
I have said it before and will say it again.
They didn't name me Sestina for nothing.
Players of World Ball may experience brief lapses of consciousness, as a result of ecstasy and soul-fusing through the rhythmic entrancement of pass and catch. It is impossible to get concussion: a symptom of a longer-lasting lapse of consciousness common to heavier ball sports like soccer, American football and rugby.
World Ball syncope (a brief lapse of consciousness) is accompanied by a rise of adrenaline in the sternum. A prominent WB player has called this 'my sweet sweet clavicle heat', which is not anatomically accurate but the slogan has stuck among some WB communities. This rise of adrenaline has otherwise been compared to the rush when coming up on psychedelics, approaching orgasm or a great, soul-blasting sneeze.
World Ball audiences cannot help but participate after a period of watching.
On occasion, a WB star player will switch to using forehead taps for passes. This is completely legal in the game and is a pleasant sensation for the player. It has been known to bring about World Ball Syncope a little faster.
A feeling so similar as the forehead tap of the World Ball is to be kissed on the forehead by a lover who loves you, in some circumstance in which it is such a caress in service of grace.
During syncope, the heart slows, blood vessels dilate; the eyes are clear, the heart is full, you cannot lose.
Professionals outside the sport will say 'most syncopal events have a benign cause'.
If their syncopes are synced, two or more players experience what is called a mind meld.
We will have more on the mind meld later.
Syncope can be 'treated' with flavoured soda, loving kindness, smelling salts, the application of a river crystal to the patient's t-zone.
Some may try to play World Ball horizontally following immediate recovery. This is an understandable reflex. We call this variation of the game: 'World Ball Lying Down'.
To be continued.
Secret investigations are resuming into the World Ball underground, worldwide.
Our reporter, Laser, prefers to go by Lass, stepped into The Mantrap -- a quoth 'old man pub' -- in a popular Scottish port town.
Through the back of The 'Trap, as it is known fondly by locals, is a hidden door leading onto a lawn. The lawn is sheltered by hedgerows bounded by lattices on which are grown many nasturtiums. The air is perfumed with their green, peppery musk.
If you can avoid the publust, this beatific Eden awaits.
Top players in the area gather to practice here. Sometimes neighbourhood kids volunteer to hold transparent tarp over the garden to block out the wind and rain. They consider this a celestial honour.
World Ball, as we know, is typically played in swimming pool environments. Enthusiasts here have struggled to find pools suitable for the intricate mind meld of the game -- especially given the volume and frequency of school swimming gala culture which clogs the municipal pool calendars.
Due to the shortage of pool availability, WB players have taken to lawns. The game is totally different. For one, players wear thermals. There is no ragged danger slope of weed hell awaiting a ball of course. But there is no aquatic buoyancy. Some say the lawn game becomes 'too light'. To mitigate this, players may adopt a booty band of appropriate strength level in order to constrain the freedom of their legs. It is said the booty band makes for a game of special tension. It is excellent to watch.
Look out: in future weeks, we may reveal the passcode for lawn entry in The Mantrap. Perms and suspicions apply.
World Ball has been called one of the most innovative new games, which is a full-length sequel to its award-winning, mind-bending game, Land Ball. A home version of Land Ball was released in 1988, along with ports for various home formats. These are known as home formats for Land Ball. The most popular World Ball style is the pool-style World Ball. It's commonly seen in all 50 states, but is more likely to appear in states with lower land costs. World Ball is now available in Scotland, where users are able to step into a world of discovery, exploration and adventure. Many new users enjoyed World Ball, though there is a learning curve, especially if you're not used to the controls.
Some say World Ball represents a 'literary difficulty'. This is the statement of an intellectual chauvinist. World Ball is not a metaphor, simile. It has some proximity to metonymy, but ultimately it does not posit relation or causality on either an x or y axis.
World Ball, as has been previously established, is a quantum interruption of the open field.
It is schlock. Beauty. Dissidence.
It is of a desirable vagueness so much to jump dimensions.
We write about it all the time. World Ball is the bouncing grammar of our spiritual lactic acid.
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Oh wow was it World Ball wrote this?
Feeling distant from kith and/or kin? Try a game of World Ball next family gathering and knit the clan back together again. Now, quantum entanglement isn't just for science geeks and new age weirdos, no, it's big dumb family fun! Got an uncle who just won't play ball? Not anymore you don't! Toss him the world with a mere tap and yank him back into the fold. He, like anyone, just needed a reminder of his inextricable relationality to all that is and has ever been humming and blipping in and out of this here round ball reality! Duh. It's easy AND it's fun.
going back in and it is hard
dipping in and out
eternal return
time removed and / or
single moment infinite repeat
constant birth
short gap
constant death
same
vom
sneeze
gasm
syncopy
orouboros
w / o body
w / o time
a chaos of emergence
w / o experience
Before WB I was a man of
scattered urges, fuck-off lipstick
and lack of confidence, which
(confidentially) was so
counter-chillwave of me.
Now that whole fulsome psychomancy phase just sails overhead.
Thanks, everyone!
Oh hey! What's up? How are you? Good, I hope! I'm doing good too, just chilling mostly. Just sitting around at home, reading blogs, eating leftovers, thinking about World Ball. Reading about World Ball. It's a hell of a subject, if I do say so myself. It's a pretty cool sport. I just love to get my friends together and tap the ball. Just tap it around. Finding the perfect amount of strength to tap the ball. However, it's not as easy as some people think, you know. Sometimes I'll tap too hard and the ball will fly in the air and roll down a hill or something. Sometimes one of my friends will tap to soft and it'll land in water. Get all wet. You got to get it just right and honestly that takes a lot of rehearsing. Or practice. I have noticed that by paying so much attention to the strengths of my taps, it has helped me considerably in the bedroom, you know what I mean? I mean fucking. I mean it's made me fuck better. Because of the lessons learned in World Ball, because you learn how hard or soft to tap, I now approach my love interest with the same consideration. If I fuck too hard it'll be a bad experience. If I fuck too soft, the ball will drop and we'll have to start all over.
I really really appreciate the valuable life/sex lessons that World Ball has taught me. It's improved everything, my prowess and my reputation. It's crazy, you know, anyone can play World Ball, but it takes a special person to apply lessons they learn from World Ball and put those lessons into real life situations. Like fucking. Next, I hope to take those lessons to help me become a businessman. But I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. It's like I always say, you got to take it one tap at a time.
And I always say that all the time.
When you do not want to play al fresco as per unadulterated proliferation of coffee chains & buggies;
When the meal deal gets you down;
When Joe won't play ball;
When Joe has stonks on the game;
Ain't no World Triangle nor World Toblerone;
If you are feeling spherical;
If you are feeling alone;
Play Belle & Sebastian's new single 'World Ball Forever';
Bereft of evanescence you stay in the circle;
You are complex, elastic, easy in heat.
Joe, lording his failures over new media;
Joe, in the river-dance of thinkables;
Joe, of the picturey imagery;
Joe, wet with verisimilitude...
Joe, what was will be again.
Come out against renewal maybe.
And bury me at World Ball Knee.
A young man named Gregory was not very good at football. Unfortunately, he also failed to reach any degree of technical prowess with the drums. It was clear after a listless summer of height growth passed that Gregory was not destined for any greatness concerning the limbs. He lacked rhythm, poetry and the gestural flair of emotional drama known to our best footballers. As a goalkeeper, he evinced signs of attention deficit hyperactivity disorder which Dr M. diagnosed as lovesickness. Love, a gorgeous disease, was reason enough for Gregory to make big changes. He had learned, via a futuretube known as the 'internet forum known as reddit', that a new game was on the horizon. It had been around since the Picts had set their eyes to a geometric synchrony in service of sun. And yet it would not take the modern form until the invention of cheap, soft consumer plastics. To play this game required a certain heartiness of lungs. And Gregory, this boy who would bellow at his love, BELLA BELLA, across the sullen hills of Cumbernauld, had lungs aplenty. After consultation with the solar oracle and the cheap malt of his father, he took the Megabus to Glasgow, paid a lifetime of saving pound coins, and flew his ass to California via the red eye.
(to be continued)
Dream of a future world ball, a place where one lives in harmony within the confines of both nature and the mechanical world. A ball that was built in a factory, based off the original globular home in which we live. Is the World Ball the ultimate form of technology? Is it so technically advanced that it becomes simple, a playtime toy for a small child to enjoy with adult supervision? The first recorded World Ball was tapped into existence in the modern world in 1937 in Malibu, CA, the same day Albert Hoffman rode his bicycle home in Switzerland. The tappers kept the ball quite dry that day and scored a high of 72. (The current World Ball record is 230). They slept the sleep of sheep that night (sheep are known for getting great nights of sleep), with dry hands and satin sheets. Today, the World Ball has become a universal symbol for family, creation, innovation, dexterity, spiritual awareness, and joy. It is celebrated in over 14 countries. It is illegal in 8 states.
World Ball Heaven's Delight Delightful times with friends friends wet friends dry the ball flies so high looks like both moon and s...