One neophyte perpetual, i sit down in the park and listen to myself animal. I aware become me of them, and curious, they seem me to be tuned of me that he adjusts inside. E one another one case to listen when no one this saying anything? Alan Moore said that ducks are the armchair magicos of the multi-dao animal.  I belive that.

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(bablefish)
Man hangs by one leg  Mt.a.a. Crosses, sometimes from bar or tree. His free habit always that experience to create " 4, " his face always peaceful, never sufferers. Sometimes his hands is likely, sometimes they hang. Sometimes drowns an autumn from his pockets or hands.

The stupid settles under tree, intention to find the self the ( Read more... )

   We, as a society, have become sick; and that is actually the good news.
As we have noted in the above pages and at length, the sickness of an individual paves the way for spiritual enlightenment and psychological integration. The acute schizophrenia we are now experiencing as a society may be the necessary preliminary step to a shamanic-style ( Read more... )

         earth sky

sea salt water

flesh and

oragami

enfolding

says
world unfold the day

sufix
                           prolouge

shifting
               erupting           the dark
creates
         cultural

slow moving

fidelity

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I am scared of loneliness should be used to by now. A  white noise in a hole my Black Ships spiral ate  the Sky. Love, Oedichrist. Am I  that ritual thus line? Legba  got my  back. Stellar Fire to walk with Peter Levendan Necronomicrom forces. Left  hand but  be not ego. Don't Sinister means Left in  latin? I  am  simply handed. Circles tighter  ( Read more... )

 cut-up
   One man sets a trap, another is emptied rabble. I am going to would build. I require nothing from, get thee in there sometime. You. Give me a double-malted, a eucharist with cream cheese and jelly? Shall I not awaken the world at all? Shall I lift up the eyes of these sick bastards? Without light, without HOPE...ah, ah, ah I am the tower ( Read more... )

   Bonadea's system had so far consisted of leading a double life. Her social status was assured in that she belonged to a family of distinction; that she gave way to certain temptations she could ascribe to being constitutionally overexcitable, or having a heart given to folly, since the follies of the heart, like romantic political crimes, enjoy ( Read more... )

From early puberty until about the mid-ninetys I had a reoccurring nightmare, about once every couple of years. It would be night, there would be a freeway, and then there would be a bridge crossing either a river or a swamp, and the bridge would be so high up as to defy physics. In the early dreams I would be on foot through the entire dream, but ( Read more... )

(August 2002)
What are you doing?  shhh, you're  imagining  yourself
the hero, again.
thats not what happened       that       never existed
neither. and did    they?      that way.
those flame retardant blues   they     turn so quickly
dont they? dont seem to    go away            do they?
oh yeah,  oh well,   oh hell   you know,   its like,
a hip ( Read more... )

In elementary school I had one of those cheap brass chinese windchimes hanging from my ceiling fan. On my mantle piece I had my collection of die-cast Corgi toy cars. One morning I'm getting dressed for school and the windchime jangles like someone had smacked it. I turned to look and as I'm turning, one of the cars jumps off the mantle and hits me ( Read more... )