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HEADlines - Artsy Punky Vibe - Mogwa Like: lenny bellows - Steering Through the Thought Waves: lenny bellows - Feed the Moon (Dawn of Kali Yuga): lenny bellows - Warrior Meme: lenny bellows - Deathly Angels: lenny bellows - Presirdent: lou dallas - Catch the Civilians: lenny bellows - Red Dynamite: lenny bellows - Sevens The Enneagram: lenny bellows - ... to be read to the family just before dinner.: lenny bellows - Latter Days of Men: lenny bellows - My? No, Your Tantric Methods of Soul Scrying: lenny bellows |
Apr 25, 2012
Artsy Punky Vibe - Mogwa Like Debut Album from Oroville, CA:Artsy Punky Vibe! Mogwa Like
 Apr 7, 2012
Steering Through the Thought Waves  I passed out amid the dandelions in front of stone throne inter-locking Electric magnets buzzing in time with heart of earth-born wizard presiding above the altar at the nexus of virgins at the loss of control at home the ovoid children dancing jigs taught by mimes giggling tarnish shadows in milk brocades of Tennyson and pork fat regales with jests of liquid harmonium: the fance Cat Edward tรถk banking consciousness regained Mar 25, 2012
Feed the Moon (Dawn of Kali Yuga)  Crowley sneers at discretion scents of despair Earth the Work tranquil tigers wrathful mud the circumcision of pirates the planting of roses and stems softening faces the grain showers the soil via life dub step echoes Mar 12, 2012
Warrior Meme  Get some magick in your soul - NOWthat is what i saw Let it crawl in your intellect it is what they want Let fly through the morning starshine glass to whom we call human Strangeness of Wilderness trees And the landscapes of minions look at blood flame and you will find what you seek (scene of slaughter) the WARRIOR MEME from mustard seed to afro inside visceral feelings of intellectual sharks sands The Last Temptation of Thoth Mar 4, 2012
Deathly Angels I did not know what to say
When she asked me to love them They are much too far away For me to believe in their existence Describe again Tell me about their skin, tell me about their bodies What language do they speak Can they relate to us merely as human Will they go away After we have prayed to them - save - us After we have After we have sinned Will they take earthly bodies Will they be the Elfves that burn us To prepare our graves of ash Rise up rise up Rise up rise up And fight the Elfves Then you fight the Angels Then you fight the Heavens And the minstrels and the Cosmic Sea To fight - to strain Create the deathly borders as you feed Construct the violent shadows That massacre for Peace those languid atoms puddling on the killing floor Feb 28, 2012
Presirdent Walked out of the convenience store already knowing he'd be out there in the best clothes he had which he'd been touching up and treating for years; the outfit of credibility the otherwise maybe homeless landlord sun on his face looking like a cashier at REI done been in a bar fight casually mobbing shoppers innocent purpose-minded for their money in the form of converted chicanery Baby on my arm, stock in my fist told this 30-ish "No thanks." But then he started with the Chinatown torn jeans drunk trip and after securing the baby I came all over her face like 10,000 deities, without an ego trip but also more than you, dear reader, will ever learn from the alphabet in its vario9us medi9ums.  Feb 27, 2012
Feb 15, 2012
Catch the Civilians Catch the Civilians - House Band of Hell
Let's go catch some civilians Get them down now Tie them up real good And slaughter them like cows Catch the Civilians Catch the Civilians now Find them always Everywhere they can be found Trap a lonely civilian Don't let them make a sound Catch the Civilians Catch the Civilians now Feb 12, 2012
Red Dynamite  slippery on the grand crag in the soul south wind as the shouting to gods or faces some way to know the sharpness of rock spines and the fingers that bleed red dynamite from wounds last chances from animals expressed in the womb laughter the laughter focused to growl at sworn neighbor and bite the air with manic teeth this shaking with flies fast wing movement licking magick lollipops of shame from a distance sound whorl buzz like a cannon cannon cannon "so welcome to machine" PF Sevens The Enneagram  retardation can be the opposite of acceleration second retarding interval or variations thereof lunatic see Truth steering through the thought waves  Labels: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ou95zraMdZg/TzgTMsd3ZdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/quv1_RzycxU/s320/gurdjieffright.jpg Feb 5, 2012
... to be read to the family just before dinner. NOTORIOUS MAGUS Maleficos non patieris vivere. Pay your dues to the cold gods. Sing the songs ancient harmonium. The flags to keep Unfurled and shadow rainbows flicker prismatic flowers of nature silk death ocean offerings feed the Flags to keep Unfurled blinking... the blinking seethes the blinking seethes the episodic spinner shifts in to placement shears red day means death ocean flowers of nature silk Latter Days of Men  I summoned deep magick in the Red LightSpells in tongues of the Old Ones Voices from the cryptic mysteries I named the Destroyer in Ceremony "Faceless Fearsome Death" Children crawl the stone floor Gelatinous eyes painful wobble Pitiful mews to the bone dissolve Lullabies from the Necromicon Where the Beast Lord prophets sing And the Slaves of the Soul bow Pale eyes are emotionless Humms of the growth on our moon Up to the skies that are torn Apart from hallucinatory realm Skyscraped floods drown true vision Deep indigo is black and crimson is the burning And blood tangles the root of veins All there is is pain and the lack of pain Cults of R'lyeh and Yog-Sothoth What hope breeds when despair infinite blankets When they feed when they feed We will be freed from consciousness Cthulhu... Nov 6, 2011
My? No, Your Tantric Methods of Soul Scrying  I touch the haggling old woman on the center of her forehead. She splutters and looks around wildly. I laugh, and with an iron will, become visible to this ether-bound dimension. I start a practiced cadence by hopping from foot to foot in an old Welsh jig. I lower my fleshy hands. Swinging them from side to side like a dying ape, I hoot and hoot and hoot.The old woman fixes her enraged almond eyes on my form. She snarls and I see steaming saliva on both sides of her mouth. Hungry hose sounds eminate from her swerving nostrils. Her silky white hair is mussed with evil insouciance. She bows her chin to her chest and moans.  Wow, the old woman has heart, I wonder. I stop dancing. I slowly back away so as to get a clearer look at the situation. Her entire body starts to shake. Melodic, academic words begin to escape her throat. "All the above... languages were... written in the script known as cuneiform, which means 'wedge-shaped'". Her face is shifting with cheek bones pulsing. The pitch of the sounds rise in intensity and passion. She smiles at me. Evidentyl, she has survived the changling evolution. It is safe to approach her mental sphere. "Kokopelli, yai!" |
