October of time

[Sepia]

"Perpetuate the storm. Still not the coming darkness. Fear is here."
- Olaus Wormius, letters to HPL


Merchants sing when they hear the news and swing when they  hear the beat, following an unknown flute throughout time as events bleed into eachother centuries apart and all that remains to grapple with it is the human intellect, shit becomes shit and the shovel the mightiest of weapons as it moves fluently through this world and is reforged as the tip of a lance, the lance that ended one life and began a movement, began the tempest, the storm, the coming winter

Shared are the fates, martyrs are being grown now, in vats, like how they used to grow boybands in the nineties as the braindrain came into effect, forcing every country to have more contact with eachother, buzzwords ring out in a neo hippie information superhighway age and none preach understanding, the world is filled with demands, childish but like a fly caught indoors in october we do not know where we are going, we are just attempting to understand while we still remain in power, with cash and oil and the military faction, how many conspiracy theorists are waiting for a military coup, how many generals, admirals, sergeants and privates are waiting for the same thing?

Where is the new world order? Hidden under the veil that was created when the orwellian nightmare became a real nightmare that people had as they spent thousands on shrinks who understood what was going on but did not want to face it and the stern face of Aldous the knowing gazed upon them and upon himself in an assorted cocktail of chemicals from the afterlife, describing and noting on the heavenly gates the formulae to unlock the minds, written in his own language, never-trusting in a world where something world-changing is only achieved post-humously

A death. A sacrifice as the bolos of russia knew when an icepick was selected for the wrong target while frida kahlo sat and gazed into the abyss and painted herself and she felt nauseous as the beat got to hear, too deep a bass and too much, feeling the tectonic plates shatter in a vision of the future and as it falls, from orbit a harpoon is released from its orbital cage and many of its brethren, these are our thoughts, this is what we learned from the son of god

The lance is holy

[LMNO]

One of these days I'm going to compile all these pieces, put them on Lulu, pimp the fuck out of them, and send you all the profits.

[Sepia]

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1EBJSyNILNGMl_5-Uts3MDfdqN5k82eJxAJwZneiSn28/edit?hl=en_US


Something old this way comes...


Getting there, little by little, thanks for all the support.

[deadfong]

Holy mother of fuck that was good.

I also feel like it could have been posted to Aneristic Delusions - feels like a perfect summation of the present moment.