No form of expression can ever be called coincidental in relation to its resemblance to all persons living or dead, that he/she who expresses, has experienced. So all you monotonously programmed semi-robos who try to explain yourselves with your disclaimers can go shag yourselves.
He, whose name was Ra;
Was a skilled hunter of the tribe.
And he took her, whose name was Dee,
To be his lawful wife...
No old forest spirits blessed them,
No benevolent neighbours wished them prize,
No trees gifted them immortality;
But yet, their fortune seemed to suffice
Fornicate at will. Kaboom!
Atop tree, cliff, cave, waterfall...
Go, go, go. Fuse. Blow. Jobs.
This is the legacy,
The legacy of death,
The death of love (and her accomplices)
Please welcome into this theatrical,
The inventor of the pogo construct:
Jumping Jack, with a subtle vagina.
The phallus will claim phantastic testimony.
The trouble was this,
His successive bliss -
Occurred differently over dreaming and waking.
Awake was dum, dum, Dee-da-Dee-da.
And asleep, the voracious Jumping Jack
Perturbed by his sinister schizo-Machina
Howl Ra... Howl Ra...
Howling went Ra.
One, two, three
All the songs have Dee
Four, five, six
Jumping Jack in the mix.
Weird looking hats, wigs, whips, lathis etc. appear. Punishments may have always been pleasures but pleasures could not have often become punishments however you think of it. What is to be said has to be said. The lengthy set of pointlessly articulate expressions must not really say a thing, but the silences in between them must scream out. Such is the way of Fire – our Mother, our daughter. Rise!
The number of the pentagram is one of supreme magick. If you would all hide in it, to all external matters of perception, only a dual unity would seem to appear. It is tough to try and explain myself in between my own exorcism. I’ll give you that much for honesty.
The perturbed becomes the perplexed. All the dreams mock waking life, which in turn mock all of the dream. The characters involved, including that of mine, are merely symbols now of the real meaning – the complete, unequivocal perspective. Existence dances in the breath which that very perspective expels. Like Om. And also unlike it.
You have been noted and praised for your diligence, teamwork, and skill. I anoint you, I promote you. You will cease being a star and start being a pulsar from......... NOW!
“Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.”
– Thelema.
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