Fuck Ideology

How very endearing... but riddle me this:


If you happened upon an Old Man
delighted amidst his grandchildren,
playing a game of Kick the Can,
would you call him a silly f00l?

Would you admonish him for playing a child's game?

much love

 

Wouldn't that be dependent upon what his intentions are? Perhaps this bitter grandfather wants to humiliate his grandchildren because crying kids please him greatly... Perhaps this grandfather's every kick of the can shoots off his foot into your kids head...

The question here is, what kids would be content playing kick the can, unless it's Extreme Kick the Can 3 exclusively on Xbox. Ah.... perhaps that's what you meant in the first place; I'll leave you to your chaos then. Great thread, btw... carry on.

 

lol.

much love

 

Ahhhh. That's sweet. No way.

 

Every passing moment was an agony of numbness. But as I watched the 0 become 1, the 1 become 2, the 2 become 3, the 3 become 4, the 4 become 5, the 5 become 6, the 6 become 7, the 7 become 8, the 8 become 9, and the 9 disappear back into 0, my restless mind was stilled, laying my soul bare to me, for only that fleeting glimpse. But so profound was that spiraling flash, that I was given the resolve to push on... and 0 again became 1.... but this 1 was new. It was not the same as the last 1. nor was the 2 that came afterwards, and I began to wander if it really did come after, if numbers really do move sequentially. It seems to me that they all exist simultaneously, but that, as of "now", "I" may view only one at a time. And the snake eats its own tail, and chokes itself to death, dreaming that it might be reborn, a dragon.

Much Love, Many Blessings, A Healing Vibration

 

"YESTERDAY AT DAWN,
MY FRIEND SAID, HOW LONG
WILL THIS UNCONSCIOUSNESS GO ON?

YOU FILL YOURSELF WITH
THE SHARP PAIN OF LOVE,
RATHER THAN ITS FULFILLMENT.

I SAID, "BUT I CAN'T GET TO YOU!
YOU ARE THE WHOLE DARK NIGHT,
AND I AM A SINGLE CANDLE.

MY LIFE IS UPSIDE DOWN
BECAUSE OF YOU!"

THE FRIEND REPLIED, I AM
YOUR DEEPEST BEING.
QUIT TALKING ABOUT WANTING ME!

I SAID, "THEN WHAT IS THIS
RESTLESSNESS?"

THE FRIEND:
DOES A DROP
STAY STILL IN THE OCEAN?

MOVE WITH THE ENTIRETY,
AND WITH THE TINIEST PARTICULAR.

BE THE MOISTURE IN A OYSTER
THAT HELPS TO FORM ONE PEARL.


Rumi

 

The sharp whistle of dead weight plummeting through the heavens and to the earth. SPLAT! It was the burning meteor in my stomach, that one renegade atom, that dared to scream: "I WILL!" Now interned in silence, One with the gaseous acid of coffee, sugar and chocolate icing, it knows the brutal reality that manifests from its beautiful dreams.


much love

 

burning the pages
curling drifts
cloak the pearl

 

"I want to be the enemy.
The hero is dead.
I put the newest hole in his head."
-Acid Bath, New Corpse

And it's everywhere isn't it? In the oblivious darkness, a flickering, ever-burning secret flame only apparent to eyes with no sight? And in the luminescence it casts outward, from within me(without a plea for sanity, or fingers on the prayer beads of a rosary) to cast its light on the tips of slithering, mocking beasts of red, green, blue and orange, that, far from trapping me in, embrace me in an orgy of cleansing, unaware of the nonsensical fact that they never existed, except for as the iron-brands seering and sealing the lid of my third eye, so that in its scream of agony and tearing flesh and falling lashes it might open even wider and see even that which it cannot and never will, every infinite star, and the nourishment therefrom, of the blood they spill, into the Chalice of Anarchy, from which I drink so gluttonously in insatiable hunger, for that warmth in my belly, and the renewal of the sacred fire. BLAST FORTH! Even without the physical sensation, there is an elation, as the eye that is a mouth perpetrates an invasion, on the open wound that is the "Will of the People", fighting one another in a tacit war, the mind that is blinded, eyes poked out by steeples.

much love

 

MEHTHR
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I can feel the darkness enveloping me; but
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I am the light that shines through It.
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"We exist, therefore, a god there must be."
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It could not have been more plainly stated.
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So Unto Thee I Declare:
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Know this:
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That Christ,
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Having the Head
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Of an Ass,
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Brays only Nonsense
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To those who fail,
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Either through
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Purposeful Neglect
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Or Unassuming Ignorance,
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To Remember.
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(The Value Of) I Am 0.​

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"Remember, you're a wreck, an accident.​

Forget the freak, you're just nature.​

Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean.​

Shit, snort and blaspheme.​

Let the heads cool and the engines run​

because in the end everything we do​

is just everything we've done."​

-Corey Taylor, Omega​

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Much Love ​

 

Acid Bath?... COOL!! Do you really listen to them?

 

Indeed. Dax Riggs is a purveyor of many an obvious secret wisdom.


Too bad about the bass player.

Much Love

 

Blurb bloody groove that slithers amongst the cesspool.

Eating crow to pass the time.​

Seething miopic subterfuge from the sky.​

Blind.​

Seeing too much to recognize​

icy eyes​

penetrating milky thighs of the soul​

randomization​

of a galactic wavelength-​

turns the dlrow upside-down,​

what a jumbled mess-​

Divine law​

(ab)used​

as an escuse for incest.​

Roll away the stone​

from the mouth of the cave​

and reveal the Aeons-old monument​

to disenchanment.​

Laugh at its face​

and spit at its feet.​

Two middle fingers; a wicked grin.​

WALK AWAY COMPLETE.​

*******​

Ah, but if we could languish, forever, in the fortress of fluid motion, staving off the inhibition of indecision, would we ever come to know the profound awakening one feels when, after indeterminate eternities wandering through deserted wastelands in perpetual sunshine, beating down the brow, sucking out the sweat, urging us to throw in the towel... if after all this time we dared to find a black cloud inside to blot out the so(u)l, just long enough to dazzle the eyes with flickering vision sparks of that funeral dance known as "light in descension"? Distorted compendium ad nauseum, corkscrew turning deeper into the third eye, a hollow socket full of dripping jelly, making room for the scattered pieces of the battered heart that was gouged unceremoniously from the meaty flesh of the chest and half-charred atop an unassuming aluminum can, glyph of transformation, absorbing the environment that's been transmitted from the maw of the demon, twisting the refuse to our own ends and smiling that smile that says "we're lost, o' so exalted because we know, in the shadow of our doubt, that we'll find our way home again." Burning Red Desire for No thing, churning forever within the constricting of this amorphous ring of ideas-taking-form, a gentle kiss, placed upon every inch of surface bared, flowering forth from every po(u)re, cosmic bliss insists on sizzling every thought in your mind and leading you amiss. Assenine delusion, the euphemized cop-out indulged, emersing the thick black crust of petrified shit, mixed with blood, in dopey chalk pastels with a yellow sun scribbled over the head to boot, yea, with a yellow sun scribbled over the head to boot like some goddamned halo that rains rust into your dying roots and you think that you will rise like an angel- but I tell you, you'd best be prepared, to plummet to the Earth, like the dead tree you are, not the termites and weeds that thwart you, stronger in their brevity for the intensity of their fleeting internment as the catalysts of your destruction. ​

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Ah, breathe in, breathe out.​

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Disruption​

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Of Absolution Through Putrefaction There Is No Doubt.​

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Much Love ​

 

We are here to re-member. Clarity and stillness allows you to breath in knowledge, wisdom and instincts... i.e. re-member. How can we evolve if we are presenting our subjective truths without interactive receptivity. Children don't have to pretend to remember they are the origin until conditioned by accepting the brutal discipline of constricted attachment. Ah, to feel the sun caressing your face... Rabbits have long been symbols of fertility, this is for a number of good reasons. One veiled reason is that they are drawn to uninhibited playful expressions of sexual energy. The lifeforce that courses through all of us, especially children, is pure vitality. This sexual vitality is curious and playful. It doesn't seek to have a small family. It breeds many children in the enthusiasm of fertility and sends them off to multiply. This concept is very feminine and thus threatening to governments that want passive workers and small families. Older has been divorced from wiser. Elders are soon forgotten and exiled to homes. Impressionable minds are more apt to buy... buy into commercials... buy into the sugary rush of packaging... exc. and wisdom, being exiled, aids in securing the marketing.

I have greatly enjoyed "The Kin of Ata" by: Dorothy Bryant. In this woman's' studies classic a utopian community is formed centered around dreams. The members live in a spiral around an ancient tree. They share anew their dreams with each other and sleep in wheel formations under the canopy of primitive unity. All learn from the children, for this is where the new dreams come. Bad or Evil dreams are called "Donagdeo." Those who encounter "Donagdeo" go into underground "Holkas" to purge their psychic debris to encourage "Nagdeo" or good and beautiful dreams to return. Humans live in harmony here. Sexuality is addressed in its manifold manifestations. "Live long and prosper."

*title change to respect a bigger game* Much Love to those who Work!

 

Please don't fight. It hurts and confuses me.

 

So what you are saying sylvan, is that there are plenty of rabbits, so it is ok to eat them? I concur. But its a damned pain in the ass skinning and gutting all of those tiny things, which is why I prefer bigger game.


Today's Emission:

Immersed in blinding white light, binding inside, that perspective that must be forced out to see that this is only one star in an eternal night.

Wouldst thou worship but one star amongst an infinitude?

Ride the waves of radiance emitting from them all and know that though every concept of god in and of it self is a lie, a connection between any two annihilates point of view and leaves bare the truth. Cease not to push ever onward in this endeavor to sever thy self and become the Unity.

Much Love

 

I should add, as well, as an afterthought, sylvan, that one who breathes in knowledge, wisdom and instincts is bound in turn to transmit them. Is it the fault of the one if the many were unprepared for the tidal rush of steaming magma that spews forth? Some of us are left "hanged", and people think the resulting explosion a wondrous miracle. And people think. And people think. And people think. But I don't care what they think. Because I know how they feel. Wicked memories replayed again and again inside their heads on a broken reel-to-reel, and all that filthy thought just obscures the itching need to heal. But you can only chip away at the stone a little bit at a time, if you want to save the shuddering, helpless child beneath to escape to the freedom of the open air, lest you bring the whole structure atop its head, eh?

So here ends this particular metaphilosophimystical emanation, for my part. Its been a wonderful experience, for me, with every smartass wisecrack and genuine intertwinement. I hope herein I may have left something of value behind for those willing to decipher the runes. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a Heaven to conquer, and a Hell, the warmth of which will soothe my aching feet. And an Earth inbetween, to solidify, complete.

Many Blessings, Much Love, Healing Vibrations