tor

 

 

 

 

 

 

another round
I woke up clean and comfortable
in society's 'lil house they built for us.
The sunshine was loud, it tapped on my window
like Mike Tomlinson. I greeted her just outside the locked doors of the house
and she bitchslapped me on my ass. It was then when I noticed the machines
endlessly fucking. endlessly fucking loud, and obnoxiously
howling.raping.pillaging the land I've been taught to graze like
a member of some sort of elite membership.
"Another game" I thought in English.
I bought a pair of headphones with noise reduction technology
to eschew their metal copulation but still, all I breathe is
robot fart. Whining for attention, and gasoline.
Beating my grass, GO AWAY YOU FUCKING MINION !
STOP PLAYING WITH THAT THING !
but it's his job! his job outside the house so he can come in tonight and drink himself to sleep.
O but at least there's music
THIS IS THE MUSIC
your song sucks and I'm interrupting your broadcast with
MATHEMATICAL TRUTH

O
the way you mention
waves.mention
ways through new
dimensions
[droop thru wormholular shafts]

 

 

 

 

 

[blue resonant hand]

meanding where I stand,

I
begin to uncurl

Looking into your eyes
my dome just splits in half
spilling all those silly thoughts my
faces fractally multiply again and again
I see you smile
through bent dimensions

 

 

 

 

 

 

[red overtone serpent 060707]

tribalistly cybernetic, unlineated
by his illuminated cortexual wrinkles
coming to a pyramidal point-
Time sprouts.
our bones echo n catalyze this dance
from ass to head
from ass to head,
then further back up this
transparent Xylem bend.
Small hands pass
through the bubble, and giving
moves the soul.

Outside the bubble
soul's leak in.
Costs a flower,
hear them speak.

Reality, the reality we've weaved
is only channel three.
You don't need buttons
[You have buttons] and
You don't need a switch
to switch on the light. Switch it.
Casting portals
out of sight. I resonate right here right now,
and donate this moment
to me later. Memory
bridges, crystal remote
controls lost beneath the
Sofa where you Soma-
kill you slow
feels so good it
feels so good

to sleep.
Right now I wake.
Where are my keys? Right here
NO
knot these-
The one's my brain stem Sees !

Our existence is macrocosmically cellular.
You are you
And I am I
But together, All together
we are one big brain
that's about to
WAKE THE FUCK UP

open up my
eye lidds...
my candle'ss
burnin-the-plant (dop boo-dop, ba-dop dop yama ha yEa
haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

 

 

 

 

[went and saw the flaming lips in gainesville]

Tri-force
Orbsycli
Lips, with a pulse
Heiroglyphic eye

We arrived in Gainsville just in time.
As a triad, we gathered our provisions.
The Guru put on his gorilla suit, as well as his long red robe with long wiiide sleeves and one of those drooping hoods. O I knew he was the Guru.
He led us down a path, and into a forest
where we both balanced on a log that bridged a river canyon
and I kneeled as he blessed me for the camera.

I found a feather in that forest. Stuck it in my green beanie.
We hiked to the stage, and many others flowed with us in the free show river.
The Guru stayed behind near the backstage entrance, so Elliott and I went up to the stage to check it out.
We were early, no one was playing yet.

Shemba approached me and told me I looked familiar, and that he liked my feather.
He asked if I'd been dosed
I said not yet.

I found a feather and converted it into a magnet.

2 for me and 2 for you.

"Wayne told me that Tonight, I am the Gorilla King" the Guru told me triumphantly.

 

The Flaming Lips came on stage with aliens dressed in santa cotsumes.
Our massive wave got warm, and sometimes cool wind would find it's way through our maze and carry me away into an icy trance.
Wayne spoke, and they broke out into RACE FOR THE PRIZE!
Every song they played, they jived so funky. They incorporated new digital funk into all of their songs. I wish you coulda been there.
Wayne got us all to raise our spirits, and kill our egos. We all rose above the Earth and sang Do you Realize?? slowly.
Their guitars felt like futuristic fuzz, and their bassist sat there with tiny sunglasses and buddha lips. Garage drums and computers.
There were a lot of funny people in the croud yelling things like "Terrorists killed more people than the war!!"
It was so beautiful to see the band so in love. Wayne thanked us all for being such a colorful croud. It felt like proof, or something. Sounded like he was going to weep, which was really trippy.
The concert wasn't even a concert. It was a massive celebration of Love. There was so much truth everywhere it amost hurt. The band was so passionate and futuristic my heart melted into my solar plexus and into everyone around me. I was sweating in the icy night. Someone told me to tone it down and not dance so hard. I love to laugh.
The stage turned blue and all I saw were arms and hands waving gracefully. I ducked down underneath everyone and all I heard were low frequencies. This was where I took my medicine, I smoked my bowl, my chakras became tangible color blobs in that moment. I met a girl down there in the forest of monkey legs. We shared our entheogenic divinity, and popped up like dolphins upon depletion.
God only knows where the Guru was at this point.
Wayne pulled out a Bugel. It was a horn instrument that they use in the army for funeral ceremonies. He looked like he was playing it the whole time, and I thought that was rather cool of him, until he told us that it wasn't even real!
The Armys' bugel's have a button, and a speaker on the inside.
No longer are they blessed.
Wayne held the wannabe bugel up to the microphone. As it spit it's menacing ode, psychedelia swarmed all around it.
A nun smoked a joint.
Later that night
the lights
go out
in Gainsville.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

what would it look like
if we could all see the lines
that connected all the sines,
red earth and thru our spines ?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[ 041107]

first I set the laptop down on the djembe.
Next comes the light that hovers between us and
Blind eyes will die, said the sine. But I

bop non stop sometimes I stop and think and
the ascension almost hurts but you know I don't
believe in that sort of thing.

sudden human departure ?
dancing heiroglyphs of
yantric hearts

Welcome, Free Will.
Our newest ability
WE MUST UTILIZE

No longer are we bound! !

No longer are we bound! !

 

 

 

 

 

 

every slow ritual ever performed [040307 yellow overtone sun]

 

Full moon passes over,

new strings I set in place

above thy rosewood.

Citrus juices have been

extracted for this moment, which is absorbed

by thine fretted neck for tones which are mathematically aligned

and bent rythmically by mind.

I've grown up . .

and like a Banyan

I find my ways back down

into windless dirt.

The soft groan of planetary resonance,

and I can still feel the moon as she passes over

every slow ritual ever performed

 

 

 

 

*

 

SOMETHING SNAPPED

 

 

*

magneticPalm [o313o7]

At the top of my lungs
there was this spherical mirror
that was shattered from the
remnants of the resonance
that hissed off of 11 drone strings
attached to our Atmosphere. A rainbow
bends over,
arches her back and snaps it in half
leaking pure light into my purged moment

don't worry about the beats, love
won't stop
until the heart

falls from stem and branch
through an emerald descent
absorbing access to Earth Oracle . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

Recycling, another heart
synchronizes in the
blooming ascent ! !

 

 

 

!

 

death, el gecko
rotting in me bedroom.
Who hides under tangled wires, dead
and permeating rancid
death so absolute . . shapeshifting into
black men
in my dreams.death.leaked
inside and stalked me on city streets
and planets, 'til
I found you motionless and rotting and I
buried you for
mom.

 

 

!

 

 

i wrote it all for the mind //
for someone wider than the sky
to find OK

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

!

 

 

 

 

gimme a beat, 'cept
bring in a robot, tap my feet.
Glitches with my mouse tap
Glitches in the waves.

hoi polloi ! beware
I say! I will not submit
to your police are kinkier than
mine

 

 

 

 

 

 

back here again,

as if nothing odd happened at ol, I was thinkin'-

everyone's got their own everchanging set of keys
on a ring around their axis, whether they're tangible or not,
and
everyone's got their own entheogens
too, like instruments that decrypt
natures auratic algorithms she
emits from everything
we are

 

Light,

It holds my whole brain
with wet fingers somehow saying
rhythm

We are building a new brain. Did you know?

one golden and forever.

 

 

 

I write you from this lotus throne
with all the shadows of the shone,
and a gulping symphony of toads on loti
too
*

 

 

 

Ode to surroundings

cock my head back
like a pez dispenser
and every flavor chakra
just prance away giggling
like really cute girls
into the night.

And what it all comes down to;

I've got one hand in my pocket,
and the other one's twirling
buzzing divinity leaving pastel
trails through our heavenly
space.

O AY O

Music.
Moeic.
Medic.
Mixic.
Muvick.
Mupick.
Moyic.
Merick.
Mewic.
Minic.
Moxick.
Maoic.
Mojick.
Muqic.
Mebic.
Magick.

 

 

 

*
sometimes
I just stop every cell
and galactically submit OK

 

 

Orlando Blues [o21707]

Out here,
every word
is
a footstep, bare
as blue
moon . .
The days you have to work, I
call upon Cerberus
who tiptoes on the shadows to come see me
with Shoal (and that infinte pattern of eyes)
I see lit, ignit by your ghastly soul . .
"If you're thirsty, put your brain into the fire"
So beautiful...Her words, I've quoted
as another echo, this wide open space
I've sat and received it's beauty in
transcendental awe, perched on
a black rock, overlooking slow cows
upside down. When night falls,
the black toadstools will glow
golden if you seek and submit.

Slow rituals performed . .

physicless pieces incompatible in The puzzle, fitting together.

no need
nor will
to speak

Follow me

Hurreyes quote my sanctuating moment of my selves who play 'neath my Banyan of a brain that my mother queefed and howled me further than my father ever imagined.

I found people that died,

who leaked their souls inthru the mysterious

Speaker

I've orbited since creation.

I found Harmony.

Us. Together. Echoes. Amplification. Everyone. Mirrors. Everywhere. Changing. Forming

bands, becomeing one, like

Nirvana

Sublime

 

(orlando jive)

 

Past. Present. Future.
And the third time's a charm.

We art mirrors,
no need to speak,
but . .
Here I am equipped
to write shit.

I see Shiva
with all those arms and options,
and Jerry with his yellow Bic
always in his right hand, on this journey
to Orlando, which is the same story . .

it's like palming divine switches of awareness
in the dark (at first)
slowly

turning

off.

"Come what may."

The same story;

spirits

leaking

the same

story, too. I found them cackling

in the mountains of Santa Cruz, and they've hung around since.

 

To think of everything, again, vibrant with three eyes and this mysterious body of mine, hooded,

every atom buzzing like a monkey in a band.

 

Burning a disc of your eyes,

blowing my pinwheels,

leaking Kundalini lava.

 

 

Inverted universe when I turn off.

Come what may, she say.

O my love for silence,

the white light,

the right ear

is

all I hear

it

overtakes me

and

my surroundings.

 

Loud, Solar explosions twitch my body

byebye.

 

Metaphorically speaking,
I'm a glowing fish in my own sea of Paranoia
I project, like a spider web I weave
to hell I leave
a trail behind
twirling . .
giving up . .
tying knots . .

what are you afraid of?

 

 

 

 

*
It was a time to meet, repeat, retreat and
trace the grid with the souls of your
feet, Soldier, unaware of your
duty to the light.

We long to suffer. Differentiate.

 

 

 

Blue Mantra

feel my heart beat
feel my heat beat
feel my heart beat
on the down beat
feel my heart beat
O feel my heart beat
beat beat beat beat
on the down beat
feel my heart beat
feel my heat beat
feel my heart beat
right on the down beat
feel my heart beat, yeah
feel my heart beat, mmmmm
feel my heart beat,
beat, beat, beat
feel my heart beat
feel my heat beat
feel my heart beat
on the down beat yuh
feel my heart beat
feel my heart beat
feel my heart beat
on the down beat
feel my heart beat
feel my heat beat
feel my heart beat
on the down beat
feel my heart beat
feel my heart beat
feel my heart beat
yours.

 

 

 

converted into language [021207]

solar lips eclipse an
aura from the tips
of spiral galaxies

A red, lurid energy hops from Earth and into me, and like a rainbow
I convert it blue, then out of my mouth // ERUPTIONS-
shards of sky, resonant frequencies . .

all's broken, meandering drunk, clean, illegal.
Few stand higher than shoe
illuminated and sedated detached

 

Triad. Sailing. [021107]

Born again, myes beam fractions

off the sea // sky's a mirror

out here afloat above the

gardens of salty chances

whilst full moon dances

and my lovers bleed and vomit

off the side.

I slow the time

and smoke my key (show me)

bent dimension

s, elaseered, and

glowing wi

a triggertic withg finth godly intent.

r sev

 

 

 

 

Did you know sunshine has a taste?

 

 

 

 

[020307] Frazetta's moonlight

Water falls and there you are, that little

noise in my right ear I notice as I peer

through pubic entropy. The spiders who

are webbing have whispered

logic inthru Sahasrara, fluttering

in an elemental triad between us.

 

Water falls and there you are in the center

of Jaguar pentagramism.

Every star gives life a chance. We're here to scream

 

and believe that this, is not a dream.

This dream I've dreamt of dreams I see you

ta

sting all the sounds, Awake

and out of bounds- The beasts

purrrr in your phosphorescent presence.

 

 

 

 

**

Golden axions in blackest sandstone
moonlight, sifting strange answers through fingerprints,
and barefoot translations.
The wind carries off synapses . .

 

UNBELIEVABLE

Who beckoned this reeded hawk to commence in such rituals as to obey Moon resonance ??? He picked a bladed instrument and brought it to his Lips... Who come when call What comes at all is a song always listening as it gears along

Her keys, linguistic on bouncy Sun pedals. arm after arm what.we.hold. Possibilities bloom off vines and sold. My time. Right here. Here. I seek trade from all of you, anything, I've eyes and am you. Let's realize and listen to our system- Nervous as thou wilt.

*

I awoke to an opponent

beastlike on my horizon

filing souls right along

down the line . .

 

 

 

Mi alma (Partition Reprisision) [012007]

Yes, there is. I have one of
Mother Nature's keys, she tongues them.
And when I say she tongues, I mean absorption
as a means of acquiring; The disappearance; The creaking of a wooded
passageway; The dance of cannons; The universe is loaded.

Cacti fall within the proximity
of stone mandalas, where I
heard of the automatic lung
and the Galaxy, whose descendents
took flight
and tangled.

 

 

 

[011707]

Cats respect the human Stone,

'got my spirits by my side

Pinwheel windy Aura slow motion

they've stopped me periodically throughout the ride

Cats respect the human Stone,

Wings severed twitching tangled in a creosote bush

Inward infinite symbiotic calm

There are some other things

On other channels

And when we tune in

We glow and they see and

They know. They are just as curious-

With their firewall's of infinite squirming geometry, your gate

Is an ever changing mandala . .

 

*

 

p(lease).s(see). All that glows
is a lure, a lure to
all and pure. Drawn
to every molecule- The
stream I follow to the
Peak they followed me down,
thru town, down under and
around. They were always
me and I am always us
Evolving I wish
Peace, they await
Yage, the transcender,
the Sage- eyes sewn
shut lizards mouth
sewn shut and watching
from a shoulder, the blind one
runs toward the moon, my eyes
are Natures, true light. The perched lizard
whispers through Mescalito,

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trees are gooey quick sand paper in fast forward [011107]

You say you listened
to the heart.

Every garage of
every castle
pumps it's pathway thru the veins

A stone figure tangled with serpents, unmoving . .

How octopusish of us to hug tu madre with blacktop.
Watchers while the rape (with your ten thousand hands around her genetic make-up.)
defuses her beads,
she awoke the sages in her struggle
who's fingers,
spiral galaxies,
caressed her volcanic wrist,
and together took turns with silence reciting a polyrhythmic mantra,
gaining access to her marrow.

They unearthed her gloaming chromosome,
in awe
at pure
source . .

 

 

The hydrogen bond ritual
1. Dream, and know you are dreaming.
2. Stabilize your awareness by focusing on a visible object. Scan for phanerothyme's, and if you feel yourself slipping back down into your subconsciousness, focus on the object. It's details. Slowly.
Go back and forth between the object, and it's surroundings. Study everything. Most importantly, don't get too excited. Awareness is an exercise.
3. Look at your hands. Touch them together. Feel what thou wilt. Look at your wrists.
2. Pull your DNA out of your bone marrow.
3. Mutate accordingly to your Hydrogen Bond replacement.
4. Shove your DNA back into your wrist, and seal your skin with the mantra of the moment. Mine was:

My maze // rearranged

My maze // rearranged

My maze // rearranged

*
*

**

**
*
**
*
*

 

 

 

 

long exposure eyes
turn to a fire
carving windy faces . .

 

 

 

 

 

i[010807 notes]
indigoish and bright,
this place is lit with
a foghorn, or a synth behind
"I WILL ALWAYS LOOK OUT FROM BEHIND THESE EYES"
Mystified . .
The green one's eyes were sewn shut,
and now my doors are hers I BHANDA!

The lines, shapes, and colors
of the Automobile . .

Combine this speck of color there, with this glob of wet frequency, behind
this moment-
What looks like a sperm on fire . .
Roots,
their wild hair
E lectric in the wind
conducting a myelin sheath!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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