An earlier werk, kindaofa short-handed manephleshtoe-

Amercikanized Kaos Monastyzchismz-

The Idea is to take the coordinated flesh and the flows of emotion
along with the crystaline patterns of intellectual parallel
computation and make the Demonoid Beast Machine, the essential atavism
combined with cybernetic effiencency and endless praeternatural
energies. Tapping the root, building the trunk, and touching the skies
with leaves.

We are in essence so much more then domesticated primates mindlessly
dreaming out our existences on this Spaceship Urth.
If one tackles the problems involved in building the Being-Complex
along with the demands for subsistence and for intersocial exchange we
can come to a new definition of the crafting of an Ubermensch from
what we find ourselves perverted into miscrystalizations.

The Great Gods controlling man, Sex, Hunger, Fear, Desire, Anger,
Pain, Pleasure, and such like manifestations from the Abstract
Beastiary, they can't all be named of course, the minor demons sapping
our energies, the neuroses, the psychoses, the stupidities, the dull
demands, the many real and varied venoms drip'n draining our
capacities, they can't all be named of course, but perchance some
strange and shambling Salvation is possible, Revelation is indeed
behind the door to the Universe across the street and kissing your
face at this moment, namely naming and defining those things which are
and having the capacity to captivate, seduce, and deduct from their
natures the powers at our command, being the blessed of Creation as we
most surely are.

The Gnostics had it to a degree quite correct when saying we were
amazing angelic entities entrapped in vessels of flesh, minus the
important information that it could be quite a neat game if we
realized that knowing the proper techniques we could drift our
consciousness into other things and
that we weren't as heavily anchored as they so say. Hence the need I
feel for yet again another metasystem, perhaps akin to the desires of
certain schizotypes, the precious metamorphic encrustation of concepts
dubbed Amerikanized Kaos Monastaschizm, ala AaKaMo, a genuinely
freeform adaption of the Fourth Way pattern-tradition ala Gurdjieff.

Namely it's also indebted to the drug culture and to tantra, to
certain sutras, to certain filthy ideas and to certain High end
concepts, to a completely materialistic interpretation of Ontology, as
Hakim Bey would say, a radical Monism. It is not to be lightly laughed
at, it demands a summoning of laughter from the bowels, a certain
shaking of every cell of ones being, a certain poetic reinterpretation
of possibility, a definite acceptance of madness as inevitable, and an
absolute resolution towards a definitely pacific rationale built
around love and compassion, generosity and excitement.
A central postulate of AaKaMo is that existence is criminal, that the
builders of consensus reality are blind and dumb as towards the
consequences of their actions and thusly that we are better guiding
lights towards any better destination than the heavily accept popular
rumor and innuendo of any generally accepted dogma.

The Kundabuffer can be liquidated, the organs of darkness can be lit
up, we can Turn on, Tune in, Drop out, and Rise Up, we can sidestep
the bullets of grey idiocy, we can slip through the cracks of Babylon
incorporated til we meet the meat of Baphomet Babalon Babaliscious,
yeah, we can attain the Asylum of Azure Agony, loosely and unnamably
affiliated with The Brotherhood of the Scarlet Gash, at least
technically if not intuitively. (Dankashein, Elijah, I love you!). Our
methods are legion, as are our personalities, we can take from Isis,
from Osiris, from Horus, from Set, from Maat, from Pandaemoneon, we do
love sex and are ready to shed our inhibition, we do love health and
are ready to make the efforts to reinforce our substantiation systems,
as well as ready to play in the wet realms of juices, blood, shit and
venoms, we taste the excretions of love organs plant, animal, mineral
and spirit equally.

We take Occams Razor to Murphy's Law. We are the Capoierians of the
Gringo world, we are against the Ur Staat, we are against the slavery,
we use high words, we use vulgar worlds, we use peace, we use war, we
are gods and live like animals, we shine like the brightest suns and
can hide in the deepest shadows, we can taste the violet gases, we can
breath the atmospheres of planets untenable by the unconscious, we
utilize the tools of this Planet Holy Purgatory to build bodies which
can survive organic demise, and find new ways to serve the Most
Absolute, all the while reaping intense benefits. They can't use our
shame against us, despite status or gender substructures, they can't
take away the fire we set upon our skins, they can't they won't they
will not, they don't. Can you be this terrified, can you handle the
Zulu fetish beast conjured with names from a "fictional" mythos, if so
they contact your nearest pineal gland, or take that pipe in your hand
and kiss the stars my love, don't give in to petty illusion, we are
the best and the better, and we will not fall if the Manichean game
should play out according to the rules itself sets in motion.

It is not my Apocalypse, It is not my Armaggedon, by if that
particular mass seeks such perhaps they will summon it and then what
to do? SURVIVE, better yet, THRIVE! On this dark hour on this bleak
day, on this sinister year, on this wicked continent, in this foolish
Aeon, we must never give up.
Never partaking of an insane and utterly idiotic death-fetish, not
following the words of some Furher, some Il Duce, some hoary Emperor,
some invisible advertising agent, propaganda packaged in the limits of
lower circuit thinking. This does infact entail a certain sense of
elitism, but it must not be egoic, it must just be.
So what is the curriculum... Reams of material have been published,
check your sources, Disinformation provides many. Technologically
dream machines, flicker glasses, trance music, drumming, sex,
intoxication, pissing, shitting, eating... Everything with attenuated
awareness of the act and it's source, direct and indirect
consequences, lateral thinking, rewiring the neurons, metaprogramming
the human biocomputer. Everyday life with supereffort, extraordinary
circumstances with calm report, development along lines of unification
of the Being-Complex. Utilize practical evil and impractical good,
summon within oneself ever demon and angle and mental derangement
necessary to be able to handle all-possibility with ease, with that
alchemical formula one should be immune from poisons as long as one is
acclimed to the projected doses.

Be beyond definitions, but be ultrasufficient in the skill of accurate
defining. Take the negatives, multiply and evoke the positives. Truly
accept the criminality of existence, the parasitism, the slavery, the
scrumptious bondages, thusly be akin to the heaviness of nonexistences
intense levity, feel the bipoles and thus dance across all extremes,
while being perfectly balanced. The only way to understand balance
seems to be aware of being out of balance, you can not know without
knowing not knowing, this is a maxim not to be forgotten without
grievous consequence.

Build your vision to the point you can see individual atoms, til you
can feel the life essences flowing out from worlds near stars you
can't see under normal circumstances, develop your hearing to paying
attention to multiple circumstances, paying duty towards other's you
have no direct business in being dutiful to (an impractical good),
develop your taste to accept bitter, sweet, salty, hot, cold, and all
the other nameless feelings in every bite and lick of the luscious
tongue. So as with our smells we can consciously involve ourselves
with the aromatic emanations of our everyday splendor, smelling the
sex of the past, the smoking, the cooking, and in doing so firmly
entwining the tendrils of our being into the fabric of our habitat.

But above all, truly above all, developing our sense of touch, of
pressure, of stroking, of sensation on the most bodily of means, till
we can have an orgasm in an instant or holding off till we split our
spines with the lightining shattering tantric ecstasies beyond the
groundling state of ejaculation, male or female, though it differs
between the sexual infrastructures as well as personal consitutions.
In doing this you will increase your intution, your logical deduction,
your ability to understand and grok at an instants notice, because the
channels of living awareness have opened to so much more data as well
as the processing abilities having increase as a necessary affect of
the development process. Perhaps even speak in tounges to learn the
varied inflections necessary for learning any language in a way as to
blend into the assimilative currents demanded by intense travel. Think
in tounges if neccessary. This is the Holy Spirit talking here.

We got the Power, We got the Wisdom, We got the Love, We got the
Justice
We got the Root, We got the Wings, We got the Heart, We got the Hammer
and Chisel
We got the River, We got the Barge, We got the Captain, We got the Map
We got the Working, We got the Wiles, We got the Will, We got the Way
Don't listen to me, just trust in what works, rebel against
everything, never get caught
The whole objective is finding paradise, here or beyond, both, neither-
neither
Zos Kia Cultus, Asylum of Azure Agony, The Scarlet Brotherhood,
AutonomatriX, The Abbey of Thelema, Thee Temple ov Psychic Youth, your
mama!

Hidden Mind Satisfied with the passing of Nausea-

Moving back to the form of my active experience I flow to the rhythm,
Beat my feet to the bass, shake hips like a powered pendulum,
stepping, twisting
Positioning a pose. Atoms heating through exertion
Potion, magic elixir, creme of delight, viscious liquid meaning lovely
life
Volcanic spew, making my changes lie under pyroclastic flow, Words are
these,
Written at ease, trying abates, lunacy shrinks into authenticity,
hardening once bloated muscles
Stretching out angry tensions, And working out the evil of life from
the Temple of Flesh
My energy and codes, patterns, hymns
Terrific, trying to consider the extent of this watching formt he sky
hook promonade
Sipping the higher self's truth said, Moving energies changing
frequencies, mastering new equations of
causal relations=[Sex((drugs+music*dance)/(debauch+debasement))+Off-
center*wild^(free+happy+calm+in control)]
Conscious, which is electrical when in the fucked up state, bristling
with brilliance and untamed, untempered glory
Basic chaos and important level of existence and not a frightening one
Dionice, Dionysius, never Apollo, the Party boy, phresh phancy
philosophy phantasy decadent and sloppy

Recipe For Worldly Regeneration
-And A Removal of War-

Love is the law, Love under will
Love made of spirit, taut flesh or pressed pill
Lust is a movement not unlike gravity
An attraction of masses, dancing bodies
Space and time are a playground of sorts
For Infinite lovers of the amorous sports
Child-like concenetration on pleasure and play
Free from all: unlabeled
Neither-neither trans, straight, bi gay
Prices are taught when things go awry
And some starry beauties will early burst and die
Yet all this must happen, again yet again
Rhyme reason song harmony forever attend
As a wave dips and crests to it's freak
And all intertwinings intertwangled peak
Powerful flows where love upward goes
Unsteady and trying to blow
Unstable in the chaos of play
Yet accorded a rhythm to which hips sway
So star children of this flame bright aeon
Making your god choices of right and wrong
Dance hard, love harder stand aright
And make Earth a heaven shine at twilight

Kali Yuga, Ragnarok, Apocalypse 6 o' clock
Draft and dis-ease, social sanitarium squeeze
Iron Age of hard suffering
Donning character armoring/buffering
And preserving all that's false with murder
There's a spirit race, far fair gentle yet wild
Should smile down the shallow shadow state
Of a sick world and it's pale palate
Yes instead touch how to love feast, fine wines,
Pure drugs, intense sounds, sensitive touches
All the while conjuring genuine Joy
Yes Lovers all-where make eternity a toy

Star Poem No. 2-

Every man and woman is a star, some bright shine, others dim
A few burst young, many others linger ages long
By the gravity of love or lust
They may aggregate, group, pair or even bust
Parent planets, comets and dreams of soft organic machines
Some are this color an other that
No two alike, non as simple as it seems
Some reside in dense populations at the busy hearts of galaxies
Many more enjoy the country abyss yawning
All stars "die" at some point
Many lingering white haired, withering
A good number burst young superhot and unstable
Furies of magnitude to magnitude
Some condense inot long lasting monuments, their legacy
Some forever pulse a message resonant with their being
Some rip right on through to the other side
The vast majorit shed their wealth for later generations benefit

Chicken Head-

Prince of pleasure
Maxims followed
Hedonic measure
Getting stronger
Smarter and stranger
All the time, about the flesh
Taking on injurious acts
Stronger for the burn
Hotter for the power
Of making trembling levels
Of love, building orgasms
That shiver every nerve
An electrical burst of it all
Epileptic spasm of light
So material so spiritual
Satisfying inside the philosophy
Wild boy strutting the dark earth Delete Reply