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The Eternal Seed
From the botanical and biological
to the primordial
The beginnings of time, life;
even entire universes
From the ex-seed-ingly small
to the infinitely large
A terrestrial seed
becomes a tree of the earth
And a godseed
becomes a tree of life
of souls
a universe
A seed to a tree
and a tree to a seed
An eternal cycle
that begets
an eternal seed
Stupid fuckin' clown. Now look what you done gone and did. Nobody's gonna go on there and say anything now with you and your stupid shit plastered all over the fuckin' place.
Maybe it was a bit much; maybe it wasn't enough, but your goddamn philosophy and Fishboy art ain't no fuckin better, that's for fuck sure.
Yeah yeah yeah well fuck you and the horse you rode in on. Aight, I got an idea. Why don't YOU stop being a fuckin' asshole and help me clean this shit up.
Permanent Atoms and Consciousness
Every man and every woman is a star.
— Aleister Crowley
Macro to Microcosmic Reflections : Hypothetical
1. At the center of every solar system there is a "star" with its corresponding and orbiting celestial bodies.
2. And at the center of every physical vessel there is consciousness that is manifested and preserved as a "permanent atom" with its corresponding and orbiting electrical bodies.
To understand the meaning of the above quote one needn't look very far, that indeed, "every man", "and every woman", is in fact, "a star"
The Rat Brooch
There was this one episode where a lady bought this rat brooch at an antique gallery. It was a 'lively' piece, and upon attaching it to her garment she noticed a slight pinch and assumed she'd poked herself. On her walk home she felt another pinch, and then another, and another, and on this dimly moonlit evening a bloodstained silhouette had begun to appear around this newly acquired brooch she was wearing.
She tore off the brooch and threw it aside; continued walking faster and faster as to be somewhat unnerved and a bit confused by all of this while at the same time accompanied by a gathering of a slight sound of nearby rustling and a pitter patter of scampering which continued to unnerve her even more and more.
The sounds grew with each of her steps as an ominous mood had begun to dominate and overtake her. Her fast pace progressing to a slight run as her heart began beating faster and faster. Something so unnaturally surreal manifesting in such a short time to nearly wrap her head around it compounded with this immense fear of some unknown thing that was happening to the point that she was now completely panicked and running.
Screams and then silence.
The Rat Brooch
Dreamtime
The primordial consciousness
being born
within the suffocating confines
of a zero-volume existence
The only way
in which it could move
was inward
An inward dream
to cast
the illusion of space
within the mind
of the primordial
Prologue
A piece written several years ago to mock a couple of chippy airhead cunts that claimed to be witches, although one did admit that the other was the more authentic of the two bitches, I mean witches.
They would often throw tantrums, delete their avatars, and storm out claiming to never return, but would always reappear days to weeks later.
The Stalking Hyena mocked them with a small piece of which I expanded upon a day or so later.
Faceless Avatars ( with some slight paraphrasing )
The Stalking Hyena posits that it was all a big misunderstanding.
Via metaphor, his theory is that, long ago, it all started when three billy goats were wandering down the road when they came to a bridge. Under the bridge lived a troll. Unable to cross the bridge, the goats deleted their avatars and went looking for a boat. Unfortunately, the goats went searching on a day that the troll wanted to go sailing. He thought that about summed it up.
And in the extended version the goats, being very determined and coming up empty on the boat, decided to build a raft. Although they were not expert raft builders, and it began to fall apart right in the middle of the Atlantic. Luckily for them though, and relatively speaking, this occurred near a remote deserted island where they were able to dogpaddle to safety and live off of coconuts for the next twenty-five years, so rumor had it, until recently, when their video footage was found:
Rumor also has it, and not included in the video footage, was that on several occasions the goats claim that they observed the troll sailing by close enough so that they could observe him drinking pina coladas and listening to Warren Zevon and Christopher Cross(Sailing) as if to be taunted.
The troll denies any wrongdoing however, and states simply that he did not recognize the goats without their avatars and recalled from the days of his youth when his parents had always told him to never speak to strangers, not to mention the fact that the faceless goats kind of creeped him out.
THE END
Girl
Halo or horn christened descent
Does it even matter
It's not really the point
Pun intended
Layers upon serpentine layers
The illusion of color
Rendering of splendor
swirling down
Captivating concealment about
The eyes tell a story
Erotic increments unfold
Lipstick smiles
Slender broad and succulent
Venusian hourglass
Middle of the median
Mystery abound
Limbs of melded muscle
Form and function
Intoxicating movements
most graceful
Terminus bearing rhythm
Teasing of earth
with spirit commands
from nowhere...
Girl
The Short Envelope Small Window Conspiracy Theory
Insurance companies really want you to go paperless. They'd love to just help themselves to the cookie jar every month and take what's theirs, and DirecTV does it so that when you cancel their shitty service early they can pull the ol' switcheroo bait and switch that little Chinese dick out with a big ol' black one and fuck you like you never been fucked before.
They try and discourage check writers by making their micrometer measured tight virgin envelopes the same exact fucking size as the return stubs running parallel with you gotta grease that bitch to get it in there and putting special needs persons and the otherwise easily agitated at the precipice of a brain aneurysm.
Then they got the fucking nerve to put that scored line for tearing one millimeter below a fucking fold and some will even go so far as to shorten the stub so the address is obscured below the window. This bullshit is anything but your random typical mundane run-of-the-mill human error but more like finding new and creative ways to mindfuck the masses into going paperless in the form of a last straw that broke the customers' back.
It's all just one big fucking conspiracy to try and frustrate the consumer in trivial ways so they can have easy peasy precarious control over all your fuckin' money. I don't doubt for a second that they dream about doing this shit or just casually converge upon it in their special little think tank rooms with their formal wear and geeky glasses drinking their fucking lattes and cappuccinos.
And the final insult which is also the icing on the cake is one of their renown and homogeneous universal replies like how sorry they are for any inconvenience and how they strive for excellence and customer satisfaction yadda yadda blah blah... just go and borrow one of those big black dicks from DirecTV and go fuck yourself already
The Root of All Evil
Everything is measured in fragments of time that arise out of nothing, of eternity.
Its symbol is zero like the circle of the eternal serpent. Eternal substance via eternal negation,
that is, eternal polarity
Inverse Reality
While the body rests the mind flees
never to be idle for all it sees
Illusions of real distorting time
spatial measurements out of rhyme
Natural laws do not apply
sickled reason logic nie
The vivid high the lucid nigh
with forgotten limits they fly
To wake within this scape
where two worlds collide
transforming quite a different ride
For the thrill of it all
he was God there
Country Boy : Emanations
@Midnight Rider
Thee
cast pebbles
to a stream
that will ripple
emanate
and echo
all throughout
eternity
Nah, he's just a country boy who likes workin' on cars,
but likes drivin' 'em even better
The Abyss@OculosAeternita
"When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you."
— Friedrich Nietzsche
Science can't tell you why we dream
or what consciousness is as it dances with eternity
The Oculus Aeternita fragments, splinters, and shatters a thousand-fold ad infinitum and from these virtually infinite microcosmic perspectives the abyss stares back at you through these dark optic circles
