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"...that the real secret of magic is that
the world is made of words,
and that if you know the words that the world is made of
you can make of it whatever you wish."- Mr. McKenna

"Shoppers and store clerks described a scene
of panic and chaos after hearing shots
even as a pianist at the store
played on."

running around underground round christmas-time
with a double-reeded-oboe just jamming but it turns into this dramatic film
where the gas station is going to explode so I play the tune
and boom, fade to black painless slow motion floating .
soft explosions all around us.

untitled [autumnal equinox '07]
like spiders casting webs between trichocereus bridgesi
some sunlight fills your cornea.
cists of Lyri
blip pop y hear me
knot these sounds
out of context
and causing rings to foam around you
twirl and whirl and
slowly find your center
in you
are me
and everything we see
multiplies.
This includes evils,
not a cloud or a snake.
Carry nothing with you.

Ignite the medicine.

your oils rub off
buds broken apart
en la tooth
millions of moons
spoon fed
gamma rays
by the chimmichangan
orangutangs;
WHO
cordially invite us
to find cancer
in the cans
pile up, I avoid
and live in roses
like the bees
surfing this voidian breeze
where the third eyes
appear like semen
in the dream seas
not even askin
chainlinkfences
in the flames
anymore just
cruisin

Midnight magic,
the wave rolls back.
Velociraptors steal my tractor beams
react.
along the river
we shiver, eggless in
our past slowconvulsions.
whipped by wind;
to dance a plank into new morning
golden pink halos and thin air.
balancing on a log
I tiptoe through the forest
with my heart set on a frog.
Have you seen Bufo? She's a Toad? Oh okay . .
A new day. That's what this is all about.
I'd like to offer you an LFO, it has many knobs
and buttons:

It will bring us good luck.
It turns on the heart.
In the morning when we play
It will bring us good luck.

[082807]

deploy the oil slick?
yeah . . flip that shit.
this isn't automatic or stick- (sic)
fender amps spring
through three hundred and eleven m p/h
transatlantic corridors zooming past
bufoonified batmen w/sunglasses on our beaver tail
now trailing spider web enhanced emissions
is our Love, not our mission.
It seems as though we'll have to partition
ourselves sixteen thousand times
each with individual wings
sprouting eyes
alive
making a migration to the ball of your left foot
during flight,
tonight all the bats unite . . and this is just the beginning.
You poked your head through at a weird time
like Dracula 'cept necks aren't where we poke calcium synthesized bone holes

[timetravel]n.y.c.; beaver top hats tall enough to hold a thousand petals and suspended halographic thoughts of niggers, you peer above your bifocal lenses.
The Irish are here. Their ships groan auraticly creaking slow salutations to the moon in fog slow motion zooming out on a knife fight.
Ghettos as pixelated birds eye view soapboxes and tavens.
Bowery flowerly firey stew Remains
Atlantic blood cover it with blacktop.
1849 not too long ago huh?
Curl twirling whores hi I'm paid to erect, they assemble
Coffins bobbing like cereal in the Ghoul. Put a slab of beef on it
YOU FUCK

spit [0826070
reverse the bass.
slide around, take notes,
involuntarily absorb them thru your face.
walk around where they used to hang us in the street-
my feet on fire, ashing in trays.
glad that was my headphones
not my head phones
home,
a planet. Meridians weave my soul
through dinosaur bones I sleep
like a diver, count like a giger.
Slip through the night like a statue
of a tiger.
Hey witches!
Come out, come out,
wherever you art

Found it. Walk accross lakes with it. Sting
rays eyes
peel an onion with it. it's spectacular.
humans dance the calm before the
storm (!) You're mixing primary colors
on your neck touching coiled bronze
strings, sliding around these frequencies
surround . .
the turtles take it out to sea,
believe me,

red
Red resonance I
salivate the present;

Volcanic
way we wake
don't be dorment
piece of cake

[082407]
got a rock off the sida the road
tripping beautiful little rock.
Stone, even
gem-like now the way I see it
shiny rainbow reflections diamond even a lil bitta
crystalline precision in your bouldering bubble of dense chaos, little
rock (that's really who's saying all this)
(and by who I mean what) you are
as precious as the carrox
the way I see it, standing upside down
on Earth's oil painting. Every molecular
vibration, the rainbow bliss that tornados
my nadhi's I'll forget about you little gem
and find another moment your second cousin
even more beautiful. The ones near the blue
moss orange light green dry and furry to the touch
crumbling sea life away wet binding to big giant
boulders. Family scattered in space, we
web


bouncy in the

wind

Dimethyltron (an ode) [082007]

A monkey squirts a tiny vial in my black lit palm
and I lick the glowing liquid
because
I can not deny these capabilities.
I can not forget what it's like on
overdrive.
Some little ergot that looks like a microscopic psilocybe cubensis
wrapped around
your crops might drive you mad might make you kill witches dance in the street kiel over dead and science
executes the algorithm of a bow-tie, walks up to the podium
and synthesizes divinity.
I am not one to know the source of these micrograms of molecules,
but I find them. (Or do they find me?)

May this ode be my eternal thank you
to all the mad scientists
synthesizing LSD,
wherever you are.

We laugh, we love you.

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