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Friday, May 30, 2014
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Household Gods by Aleister Crowley
“Household Gods”
I followed the ripple
Of the stream; I crept
Where waters wept
The floss in the foss
Gurgling across
The bosses of moss,
Like a dryads nipple
In the mouth of pain
- Aleister Crowley –
I followed the ripple
Of the stream; I crept
Where waters wept
The floss in the foss
Gurgling across
The bosses of moss,
Like a dryads nipple
In the mouth of pain
- Aleister Crowley –
Saturday, May 24, 2014
Another Senseless American Shooting
Shifman Family Lawyer Statement:
"My client's mission in life will be to try to prevent any such tragedies from ever happening again," he said. "This country, this world, needs to address mental illness and the ramifications from not recognizing these illnesses."
Shifman said the family is "staunchly against guns" and supports gun-control laws. "They are extremely, extremely upset that anybody was hurt under these circumstances," he said.
(BTA) Statement: "It is time to stop solving our problems in America from behind a Gun - Common sense, decency, compassion, empathy, and social responsibility has always been the key, unfortunately macho mentalities and action hero fantasies and the monetary backing of those who prosper from senseless violence that have prevailed instead in this country for too long - It is truly the crossroads for true "change" in this Nation, and not idle talk of lasting peace for all our countries citizens when it is politically convenient to do so, and muffled silence when it is not."
The Man Who Dressed in Feathered Robes
The Man Who Dressed in Feathered Robes
By Tom Armstrong
To sing in the hallelujah chorus
Tore the purdah from the green skinned
And henna streaked bellies of the maids
Of Samark and lied the lie cheated
The babies fell into Hell and rose
Again to dance in the golden pavilions
In heaven the man whose hauteur was
Impeccable stripped himself naked
Marched out onto the scorched sands
Of the Haj al Jarha raised his arms
To the sky and cried Command Me!
The Lord somewhat startled said,
“Bring me a cheese Danish that
isn’t at least a day old and I will
bless thy seed for generations to come”
Oh! The man said.” I was expecting
something more spectacular.”
“You’ve come to the wrong place.”
Said The Lord.
Tore the purdah from the green skinned
And henna streaked bellies of the maids
Of Samark and lied the lie cheated
The babies fell into Hell and rose
Again to dance in the golden pavilions
In heaven the man whose hauteur was
Impeccable stripped himself naked
Marched out onto the scorched sands
Of the Haj al Jarha raised his arms
To the sky and cried Command Me!
The Lord somewhat startled said,
“Bring me a cheese Danish that
isn’t at least a day old and I will
bless thy seed for generations to come”
Oh! The man said.” I was expecting
something more spectacular.”
“You’ve come to the wrong place.”
Said The Lord.
Friday, May 23, 2014
Burning Down the Ghetto
Burning Down the Ghetto
The ghetto will still always burn in its unfortunate
inhabitants minds, even if they move away!
The things they saw or the tragedies that tormented them
while incarcerated physically and mentally in the roach and rat-ridden slums, dirty
streets, run down shops, and vacant doorways – forever haunts even the ghosts
of poverty.
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Two Presidential Criminals
Two Presidential Criminals - All it took was the promise of
change and hope, the race card, and a
Wolfe in sheep's clothing to pull the wool over everybody's eyes for another 8
years - Gullibility mixed with social apathy - we all make it too easy for them!
The Third Time that the World Died!
A man walked up to me in my normally chaotic subconscious,
an aspect of my psyche of perpetual pursuit by dark themed antagonists. I enjoy
on a nightly basis the continual loops that repeat themselves over and over again
in my sub-conscious dreams. Seeing how everyone is a helper or a hinder-er in
the chaos that is my nightly mental conspiracy, this is all that reigns supreme
in my unconscious sleeping brain during nightly struggles between good and evil
that end in tragedies regardless. I
usually try to sleep without fear of the other inhabits of my dreams by
ignoring them, therefore removing their power from them. I am somewhat suspicious
of the unknown stranger in both my waking, or in this case subconscious realities
of self, but this guy seemed way out of place in my nightly apocalyptic visions
of the subconscious “Reality.” I was accustomed to a certain degree of
rationalism, and this apparition was very serious and rational in the perceived
message that he seemed to be trying to impart unto me, closely looking me in my
mind’s eye and telling me in a calm soothing voice, “ It’s all going to be
alright in the end – regardless of life’s upcoming outcomes.”
Saturday, May 3, 2014
Thursday, May 1, 2014
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