Something New....Someday

fill me with your wine, i will be the cup, I will be the vessel for years to come. these grapes have fermented in my body transmuting this knowledge into wisdom.

We are living within a human based lifestyle. it seems impossible to escape. but i believe that we need to escape. we think, other peoples thoughts, we speak other peoples words, we live in cultures made by humans, in towns in cities, within the realms of man made life. we access knowledge through books filled with human words, thoughts, emotions. to us, there is nothing else. but what, do you think, would constitute, having a non human experience? would it be possible? i mean, the world is filled with non human entities. we make up such a small percentage of what this planet breeds. could we then have an experience beyond ourselves? Pagans all over the world have been saying for centuries, that we are one with the planet. Science is also, starting to say the same thing. so if we are one, then does that also mean, that we can go outside ourselves for other experience? is it just the fact that we are so focused on our human experiences that...

There is soil under my fingernails From the hole I dug, to bury the seeds of sunflowers, Where you once lay. Where you saw the flower of life, I planted the seeds. In the years to come, I can visit that place And imagine you laying there, where the sunflowers raise their petals towards the sun.

i am nothing without nothing. i just became a preacher, and i am living up to it. my girlfriend says that she always wanted to date a holy man. i am nothing, if not everything of the sort. bringing chaos into reason. bringing light into darkness bringing darkness into lightness. we all are made, we all are the most beautiful. let all who wish scramble for the golden apple!

Trapped in mundane, A search for commission A monetary slave wage that's in trade  for all the precious time that was given and freedom for the worker was forbade. In dreams, we make our own reality In dreams, we are the gods made eternal. When i am awake, the world becomes vague. and i realize my place as the slave. we work, suffer, and toil to survive The hymns of the captive prisoner's woe indoctrinated into straw man way's we give up our very rights, righteously so. paying to have poison in our stomachs, dust in my eyes,and no way to cover. human relation is misunderstood, making a war of sisters and brothers. In dreams, we make our own reality In dreams, we are the gods made eternal. When i am awake, the world becomes vague. and i realize my place as the slave. our work is insufferable to us, and we die every day in the hot sun. yet we will never revolt our masters for they stand unseen, behind the ...

There is an empty jar in the place of my heart, with the lid open, for you to place what you will. you could plant it with your love, you could soil it with your pain, with a cavity so wide, it shall not fill. These marks on my skin, are lined paper. I have left all the pages blank for you to write our story, and sign your name. I am quietly hanging from a nail, pinned against the wall. you can hear my tears hit the wood, as they fall. my chest is a doorway left wide open, shelving the jar where my heart had been hung like an old shirt, left like an old shirt, Shaking in the wind. if the rest of my friends disappear, will i also go? will i cease to exist if i am no longer known? These marks on my skin, are lined paper. I have left all the pages blank for you to write our story, and sign your name. A broken heart may not always be in sorrow, there are cracks in the frame where the pain can escape. but give me an open heart, to make me exposed t...

Everything is plastic and poison, the raising and falling of electronic waves and i wave back. i sit in my designated space, complete with telephone, and fake tree. i stare at the computer screen till it turns black. hypnotized by the pulsating glow, typing in a figure and then another. running through the dark parts of the social circles, switching alters for the monitors. my mind becomes empty, but there is no bliss it's an overload of information instead of meditation. i am in awe how normal it seems to everyone else, for all the time i'm giving to make a meager living.

You are moving as the universe, as a wave is moving as the ocean.

  i do n't un derstand why people get so upset over words that have such ambiguous meanings.  Sin, Salvation, Evil, Good. it's all subjective, but these topics always emit an emotional  response to th e point where people react instead of act. We are all one in the eternal scheme of things, everything is connected. when people are so focused on the differences in the  vastness, we forget that we are brothers and sister united in the universe, which causes hatred  and malice. Beliefs are just that, Beliefs. i have mine, you have yours, but there is so much  more that connects us than what we believe or don't believe

In this Emotional world, as opposed to the physical life of the senses, we feel the devils and angels collide. it could be much more than we have supposed Etheric boundaries of body fences, Astaroth  and  Azreal on each side. --- The Logician and Mystic both inquire to conjure  the answers to life's questions 'Am I an animal? or am I more?' It stands  unanswered, as it does desire the collective to provide suggestion, with no consensus implied nor implored. --- Yet we dawn the robes in veneration, of the chosen surrogate voice for god so that we all might revel in his word. Establishing a scriptural nation, we condemn all other prophecies fraud so that no other feelings can be stirred. --- We capture life outside of unity and measure ourselves in  separation, sorting the world into black, white, and grey We could create an  opportunity that will...

i'd like to do a mock up of some pictures with Anna Bonus Kingsford, and see if we look alike in any of them. i can see a lot of similarities, the ears, the mouth, the nose is similar. we'll see.

I Share in many of the Delights of the earth and womb. Suckling the breast of our mother, i am child, i am born. there is intrest in me, there is someone grooming my hair and beard. There are spiders creeping, sending webs of thought, they are moving down my fingers, down my arms, the spiders are devious in my bloodstream.

"Ordinary people, simply doing their jobs, and without any particular hostility on their part, can become agents in a terrible destructive process. Moreover, even when the destructive effects of their work become patently clear, and they are asked to carry out actions incompatible with fundamental standards of morality, relatively few people have the resources needed to resist authority." -Stanley Milgram

I am working on something. i am trying to look at the people around me. not their bodies, not their clothing, not their hair. I am looking for me, as egotistical as it sounds. there is me, in everyone i meet, whether i like them or not. i am ever present, because i am not personality, i am not body. i am a part of the ever present, i am the impartial, i am us, you, we. we are the all knowing scientist looking under the microscope. we are the all seeing breath of the lungs. we are the love of the heart, and i want to love all. i do not want what isn't. i do not want what is. i will just hope, to become us.

my body is reaching out to me. my consciousness is something outside of my body. i feel that being, speaking. a lot of times i am on the verge of tears, the other times i am wanting to feel alive. those moments have disastrous effects on me, but i keep trudging through. i know i am on the verge of something, i can feel my spirit ascend. my heart opens up and it feels like i am missing something, i have only been taught suppression when i should have learned acceptance. My heart feels too open, it hurts. I'm wishing for the ayahuasca to take me, so i can return.

I turn off my mind and turn on my heart; A buzz of nothing surrounds me tonight. My soul is silent as I’m set apart, And I drift back into the conscious light. My body is twisting and changing me; DNA modification of mind. A double helix breaking, making me A stranger of my own genetic kind. The holographic universe present, I’m a figment of imagination. My spirit, into my body descends, Counting me as part of this creation. As I can hold the cosmos inside me, I am also sacred geometry.

The ocean is my birthright and death right, Into the salty sea I melt inside, Lifted by brine, my body becomes light, Transfigured, transcended, I am untied. Astral projection towards the starlit sky Constellations, embracing my body. Molecules rearrange, I take their guise, A new zodiac figure becomes me. Within geometry and chemistry, My soul is turned to gold through alchemy And can balance with feather purity Upon the cosmic scale of unity. As Spirit flows through my veins like a snake I can feel the change in my DNA.

The Sphinx Face on Mars

"Anything that thinks logically can be fooled by something else that thinks at least as logically as it does. The easiest way to fool a completely logical robot is to feed it with the same stimulus sequence over and over again so it gets locked in a loop. This was best demonstrated by the famous Herring Sandwich experiments conducted millennia ago at MISPWOSO (the MaxiMegalon Institute of Slowly and Painfully Working Out the Surprisingly Obvious). A robot was programmed to believe that it liked herring sandwiches. This was actually the most difficult part of the whole experiment. Once the robot had been programmed to believe that it liked herring sandwiches, a herring sandwich was placed in front of it. Where upon the robot thought to itself, Ah! A herring sandwich! I like herring sandwiches. It would then bend over and scoop up the herring sandwich in its herring sandwich scoop, and then straighten up again. Unfortunately for the robot, it was fashioned in such a way that the act...

The anti gay movement in Christianity and other really right wing churches are just a ploy for more gay people to rebel against the movement and join a church. fuck you all.

Thought the snake is my love, my skin, and my feelings, i wonder when i could take it's place? the lost times of books and music. the snake is my friend, i remember the serpent, coming into my skin, unity. i remember it diving in the river, and sucking my blood for life. i remember always being in love. i remember her face, Ursula, the serpent. the bear snake. who is this?

Another sinew, the roots are anew. felt like the wold was going to end, but it didn't once again. felt like the day was about to go night, but it did, and it was alright. Another step in the depth, another morning dew. The flowers are polluted. The fruit is too, The meat is rotten from the time you kill, till the dinner plate. we have learned to consume rotten flesh. Another ligament, another time to think. the bone structure is killer and we are about to break.

Cultivating the flower of life, tasting the fruit, and planting the seeds. 46 and 2, yet there is only one of me. Wallowing with the serpents, on my belly to see what they perceive, We connect to form a circle, completing eternity.

No one misinterprets English like the Japanese i have to learn to dance like this What's up with all the Eyeballs?

Everything is OK. <3

Zola Jesus w/ NightSweats - Urban Lounge Chairlift w/ Nite Jewel - Urban Lounge Perfume Genius - Kilby Court Balam Acab w/ Active Child - Urban Lounge M83 - In The Venue School of Seven Bellls And that's just 3 months of shows......God Damn

The touch and feel of thread coming off the spool. finely dangling between my fingers i pull, and pull, and pull.

10. Austra, "Feel it Break 9. Grouper, "A.I.A. Alien Observer" 8. Kate Bush, "50 Words for Snow" 7. Zola Jesus, "Conactus" 6. E.M.A. "Past Life Martyed Saints 5. Keep Shelly in Athens, "In Love with Dusk" 4. The Weeknd, "House of Balloons" 3. Holy Other, "With U" EP 2. How to Dress Well, "Just Once" EP 1. Grimes, "Darkbloom" EP