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Or Kill Me / Those Stupid Fucking Shits
« on: July 24, 2005, 08:13:30 pm »
courtest of the trendy kabballists out there:

it's new. it's edgy. it's an energy drink with fucking holy water in it.

take that god!

Or Kill Me / Scrabballah
« on: July 22, 2005, 01:51:18 am »
Hey L, and Mangrove... had some ideas for a kaballah book...

PM me about it.


okay, so i got bored and thought of "Scrabballah" one day.

a Kabbalic system of interpretation based off the board game,

it seemed prime for infestation, seeing that it already has a letter-number
type relationship. i'm breaking this into multiple posts for easy reading.

here's the Gematria key for scrabballah:

Code: [Select]

ABC     #     Qty          ABC     #     Qty
A        1      9          N       1       6

B        3      2          O       1       8

C        3      2          P       3       2

D        2      4          Q       10      1

E        1      12         R       1       6

F        4      2          S       1       4

G        2      3          T        1      6

H        4      2          U        I      4

I        1      9          V        4      2

J        8      1          W        4      2

K        5      1          X        8      1

L        1      4          Y        4      2

M        3      2          Z        10     1

                       BLANK         0     2

more in coming posts

Literate Chaotic / Emo so i Don't Have To Be (Poem)
« on: July 06, 2005, 08:34:20 pm »
i want an emo kid,
someone who'll hurt for me
so i can laugh at them

i want an emo squid
to wrap his angsty tenticles
around my neck and choke

i want to wake up
in a pool of emo blood
then get drunk and pass out again

c'mon emo kids, cheer up
i'm just playing

Literate Chaotic / White Rapture of The City
« on: July 03, 2005, 09:59:10 pm »
Chapter 0
A View From the Bottom (Which is Also the Top)

White Rapture coursed through the streets of the City, entering every home and place of business, coming through every odd angle obtuse enough for it to gain access. Most people haven't left their homes for days, now. The ealiest victims of White Rapture, in fact, had locked themselves up together with enough food for months to come and porn as far as the going-blind could see. Jonny awoke from his bludgeoned fantasies of bobble heads and clock radios, grabbing his head and rubbing his eyes.

Strange, he thought, I could have sworn I still had my left eye...must've been the dream.

As Jonny lay there trying to remember, grasping futility that goldfish experience every 23 seconds or so, he started to feel odd. Odd in a "Check your pants for Shit Stains" way, as opposed to a "Hmm.." way. Completely gone, foggy in a dark alleyway, Jonny looked to the sky, as though it might offer him some advice, or console him. Maybe the Deity would grace him and Explain It All.

"What in "Bob" Hell is THAT?" he said aloud, for the same unquantifiable reason that any primate makes communication sounds when no other primates are around to hear.

Now, Jonny was not overly educated in any sense, and it was better that way. It was supposed to BE that way, that's how he was programmed. "The less educated a soldier is, the less he questions" was the basic principal training soldiers at Government, Inc. Intellectual, Spiritual (for lack of a better term) and Emotional education never passed the age of 15 for Jonny. This is why had had so much difficulty figuring out what was going on in the sky. Surely, it couldn't be the Deity...

A Large (at least 20 meters across), translucent, seemingly two dimensional ameoba loomed in the sky, as faint memories tried to jump start in his brain. Unfortunately for him, his neurons were out for Tea and Conversation.

Neuron 1: Hey 2, c'mere...I gotta tell you somethin' !

Neuron 2: Hey 1, YOU c'mere...I gotta tell YOU sumpin', be-yotch!

Neuron 1: Don't be such a shit face.


Jonny stumbled to his feet. Jonny does Not like this, he thought, patting down his clothes. Strange...I don't remember my clothes being torn...

He looked up to the sky again, remembering the ameoba; it was splitting in two now. Two wholely seperate, but completely identical ameoba. He had no idea what an ameoba was. I can only describe his expression as puzzlement boardering on alarm. He closed his eyes and shook his head, then the ameoba was gone.

A bit flustered, he tried to regain some of his composure. Then as he started to walk to the end of the alley, the voices started booming.

"Ptztztztubblestzzzz..." just hissing and white noise, at first, then building into a thunderous choir. "...tzzztzzzzzurrrrrrburburburBOW BEFORE ME!" chided the voice(s). The voice was thousands of voices, each in a different frequency, each in perfect unison- the way people who've had 'near death' experiances describe the Heavenly Chorus. Jonny just stood there, seeing no one, but hearing it none the less. "I SAID BOW! BOOOOWWWWW!!! I SAID...FORGET IT, I NEED NONE BOW BEFORE ME. WE HAVE BUT THIS TO SAY: YOU FAILED, JONNY TAMBOURINE...AND IT'S TIME TO RECYCLE..."

The space around Jonny, and the space Jonny inhabited for that matter, began only way to adequetly describe it is " slowly and methodically implode at all points," until nothing of him was left, and in his place was a portion of Space-Time that no longer existed. And then the rest of Space-Time ceased existing, as well.

So I wound my pocket watch once more...

Literate Chaotic / Opportunities...
« on: July 03, 2005, 08:49:33 pm »
for you and for me...

[import "Bob"]

have you ever wanted to shine, but were a little too dull?

have you ever wanted to read a specific phrase in a literary work,
but none seem to have that ingenious little quip you conjured?

do you have about 10 seconds of free [tax-deductable] time?

then YOU could be the next W1nn4|2!


for the stuff i'm writing right now, i'm trying to keep the language and
dialogue as chaotic as possible, with odd this and kinks in that, to keep
it from getting predictable.

if you want to leave a one or two liner that you'd like to read in the coming
madness of "White Rapture for the City" that would be greatly appreciated
and help facilitate a non-boring story ( the least, something
that'll make you go "wha...?" every couple pages or so..)

Literate Chaotic / St. Bastard's Final Works
« on: June 23, 2005, 10:57:49 pm »
this is a smattering of the final works of the late St. Bastard, esq.

the rest is coming along, but, it's still in limbo.

i forgo the custom of commentary, as i don't sternly feel the right (or
inclination, for that matter) to comment on his work.

that is all,
N'yo B?, Terror Zenja, AHA of the MU [pending], et al.

Rhymes for the Tactfully Impaired
Odd Meter for Odd Folk, Composed By St. Bastard, Esq., Patron Saint of
Hotdog Water, Anti-Hero of the Fnord, The Pompous Pilot, Holy Non-
Prophet of the ORGAN puprple, et al.

Kids Juice

A disdainful reminder
Of time gone behind her
Watching it happen
With little kid splendor
A little misshapen
And slightly less slender
Out of the playpen
And into the blender

Kipper McGee

Kipper McGee had clothes in his nose
He made all his shoes from Eskimo toes
He liked it when the frost would bite-
He said, It makes their feet just right!

But then one day he made a mistake
Wrestling with an arctic snake
For as you see, they once had feet
And against all notions, hated heat

But kipper made them so they could not stand
So the snakes took his boat back to Ireland

In not too long, his distant cousin
Poops McGee would come a-running
To save his cousin from eager beavers
With saber teeth and cold meat cleavers

Vegans these beavers surely were not
With thick fur and cutlery, they ate their food hot
But both ended up in a kiln to be cooked
This was the end of them, it looked

Kipper and Poops we have not forgotten
Which one was stupid and which one was rotten

Little Johnny Walker

Little Johnny Walker
Called himself a stalker
But you wouldnt catch him peeking
Morning, Noon or Night
Instead, he stalked the Cabbage Patch
When the feeling felt just right

Standing over victims
Pulling them from chasms
But that was just an exercise
To get him in the mood
To track down packs of celery
And put them in his food

This next part is quite vulgar,
The narrator had told her-
A little girl reading
All of Johnny's misadventure.

Its also pretty gruesome,
You just might even puke someĶ
But it just was not enough
For her to let him be a censor.

Little Johnny Walker
Was quite the cock knocker
He had a spoon in one hand,
Peanut butter in the other
And he STABBED that stalk of celery
And then he stabbed its mother

And its sister and its brother
And its father and its daughter

And then he ate them all

Molly Malloy

Molly Malloy liked to play with her toys
But she wasnt quite like other girls and boys
She didnt have dolls or trains or a bike
She didnt get presents on a cold Christmas night
But the trouble was theirs, she thought in her heart
For her toys were much better than that old farts

Molly Malloy was a Magdalene girl
With sultry pink lips and a head of red curls
She had Jezebel yearnings and Isabel burnings
But her favorite toys were a saw and a gurney

Second to those, she loved her toy poodle
Once it was living, but now stuffed with noodles
Which brings me to her favorite dish
Which doubled as a dead toy fish
A potent odor for one to be sure-
She found that one in a pile of manure

But all the boys and girls
That knew Miss Molly Malloy
Wouldnt let her play with them
And they all called her kill-joy
So she hacked them all to pieces
And sewed them back together
A doll set for future nieces
Made of ivory and leather.

The Clandestine Trials of Good Boy

There was a boy that tried too hard
And everything was spent
Then at the end of a dull, hard day
Hed fall asleep in his old pop tent
The back yard was a jungle
Of imaginary proportions
Full of savage animals
That left more animals orphans

He tried to talk some sense into them
But they rather would have his head
And his heart on a platter of stone
And his liver, though full of lead
For reason was as foreign to them
As an oodlescoop is for us
So the little boy pulled out his toys
As the vermiscious made a fuss

He set them out in a nice, neat pattern
The orphans looked in awe
At all the splendors of the world
The mean ones just guffawed
As the orphans set to play
With this wondrous, new array
The means ones set to mocking them
(The toys were pretty gay)

But the little boy had had enough
So he pulled one last thing out
From his old pop tent, it was something bent
Something short and stout
And he bludgeoned all the meanies
Into a broken, bloody pulp
The orphans ran, except for one
(Who could only help but Gulp!)

So the boy held out his hand
And explained it to the tyke
He was now as gentle as a dove
Though just turned from a bull dyke
He scooped up the little one
And took him to his tent
Later that night, it was bulldozed
And laid over with cement

[/end transmission]

in the tradition, though i plan to eventually publish his collective works, the official copyright status of these (and all his works) are (K) Copywrong, and free for use/alteration/recycling/toiletpaper/attacking the
memory of saint bastard..

now get the fuck off my lawn.

Literate Chaotic / Apophis (DisCaballah Poetry)
« on: June 16, 2005, 08:24:15 pm »
. . .dynamic, ever changing,
discordant re-arranging-
. . .sweet syllables of sour,
in the garden's golden hour-

. . .ripened apples carven,
a core of worms, beholden-
. . .for the center, ever sweeter,
outside, sour gets d'metre-

. . .and a show without a script,
is the book that's being writ-
. . .all the characters at play,
allude the metaphor's display-

. . .for worms, we are; and wiggle,
to crawl our way and giggle-
. . .after the coffin, when we die,
we all float on as butterflies

still don't get it? figure it out!


Or Kill Me / Osirus Cypher, V.2.3, Addendum et Hubris
« on: June 10, 2005, 11:31:54 pm »
i'm using the 'code' tag to even space this,
for ease of readin, as well as to blah!

this mostly was posted in the thread Egyptian Numerology,
but after some tweaking things around and seeing what comes
out, i've elaborated on this a bit, to make it more easily understood,
and to apply a card system to it in Part III similar to tarot.

anywho, enjoy!

Code: [Select]

1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10 11 12 13
A  B  C  D  E  F  G  H  I  J  K  L  M
13 12 11 10 9  8  7  6  5  4  3  2  1
N  O  P  Q  R  S  T  U  V  W  X  Y  Z
1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10 11 12 13

A most magickal Egyptian cypher, for theBody of Osirus.

Set cut Orisus' body into 14 pieces [0-13].

this is osirus' body reunited. just like in egyptian, it
can be read forwards and backwards, depending on if the
other symbols tell you to read left or right.

Part I

when reading forward, the number value is above the
letter, and is considered Male (the '1' in binary, the
"Yes"; the "True"; the "On")


10 5  1  5  2  5  12
J  E  Z  E  B  E  L

10+5+1+5+1+2+5+12= 40, A holy humber for many reasons.

especially this symbolism in this sum's components. 4 represents
mercy in the judaeochristian numerologies. 0 represents Nothing,
the womb of creation and Place of Potential, in which all things
are possible, but nothing yet *is*.

40 is also prominently used in scriptures; 40 years of wandering,
the 40 days and 40 nights. 40, 40, 40, 40...

if we take just the consonants, JZBL, we get 10+1+2+12=25. 25 is
the square of 5 (5x5=25). but there's more in the consonants...

10 (J) is the '1' and the '0', Male and Female. following that is
the 1 (as Z) and the 2 (as B), which are seperated and enveloped
by 5's (as E's).

this is important for two reasons: 1 is the male symbol, representing
the tool of creation and that which creates. 2 is the 1 reflected; it
is that which reflects and the reflection itself.  as a symbol:

therefore, the 2 represents the Lie, deception, and Illusion.

but in the last consonant, L, is 12, the '1' by the '2' (the sum is 3).
3 represents reconciliation, when the illusion is in harmony with the
creator. this is a secret of the Trinity.

not to mention that 5 represents the Force, Motion, Change, etc...5
occurs between all the consonants, implying the gradation of change,
that you begin with the beginning, and progress.

mmm, and that's only the beginning of what could be divined from the
name Jezebel, whose number is 40, a most holy name.

what else can you find? fibonacci?

Part II

when reading backwards, the Letter Value is above the Number, and is
Female; "0", "No", "False", "Off" etc..


12 9  13 6  7
B  E  A  S  T

12+9+13+6+7= 43


12+9 = 21
21+13= 34...

13, 21, 34 are consequtive in the fibonacci sequence.

the 6 and the 7 next to eachother are special and seperate. 6 is the number of Animal Man, and
7 is the number of Higher Self. hence 666 is usually known as the number of the Beast, and the
number of Man, and 777 represents something higher than that, an aspiration.

i won't go into a more thorough explaination/interpretation of this, for brevity's sake.

Part III

this can be made into a tarot with regular playing cards. let the 1-13 be Ace through King of the
suit. let Spades (Swords) be the first Suit (A-M), and Male. let Clubs (Wands) be the second suit
(N-Z) and Male. let the Hearts (Cups) be Third (A-M) and Female, and the Diamonds (Pentacles) be last
(N-Z) and Female.

Suit Alpha Number Gender Tarot

Spade A-M 1-13 Male Swords
Club N-Z 13-1 Male Wands
Heart A-M 13-1 Female Cups
Diamond N-Z 1-13 Female Pentacles

get creative with this. do what you will.

as an example, though, i do a crossword spread. i shuffle a lot, and then make a square,
of n cards, left to right for the male aspect, right to left for the female aspect.
sometimes it's all male, sometimes, it's all female, sometimes it interlaces in a
particular pattern i'm working with...

then once i have my grid, i write it down, numbers and suits, then i transcribe that to
it's alphabet equivalent. then i look for patterns. they're all over, hidden, obviously
visible, and all in between. one spead is did was 3x3=9. (note: M means Man, W means Woman; cl-clubs, sp=spades, he=hearts, di=diamonds)

9cl 2he 1he

4cl 3di 10cl

8di 9di 13cl....................

it didn't mean much, as i was trying to find number/letter combinations that were
significant, until i looked at just the gender...


the pattern, is obviously symmetrical in special ways. most notably, though, i saw
the pattern of a swastika- the image of which is Aleph backwards (aleph is the hebrew
A...) the character of Aleph in the old tarot is the Fool. and aside from being a fool,
it occured to me that if one wanted to include an image of the Self for using the
new tarot cards for external mapping (looking at one's path, say), one could easily
use the Joker in the deck. two, likewise, for questions in duality or binary (a male
joker and a female joker, black and red..)

it's astounding what one can accomplish out of idleness.

Or Kill Me / Egyptian Numerology (Lengthy)
« on: June 05, 2005, 10:46:07 pm »
[cross posted from my blog]

AlphaNumerology (Lengthy)
Current mood: flabberghasted

HTTP/1.1 404 Object Not Found

odd, this was in the text box when i started my blog today.

let's deconstruct it to find its secret meaning.

firstly, H is Two Verticle Lines, connected to each other. symbolic of connection between two 'independent' entities. such as gemini (who's sign we happen to be under on this lunar month.) further:

"All letters will at times equal the sums of themselves. H=8 letter, and the Sum of 1:8 (1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8)=36*10=360 Degrees, thus the spell is locked in the Circle. An H has 4 points and 1 2 3 4=10. 36*10=360 Degrees of the Circle"

many cyphers can be used to pronounce symbolic interpretation of the roman alphabet. let's apply an egyptian cypher of 14 (Osirus was cut into 14 pieces by Set):

1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10 11 12 13
A  B  C  D  E  F  G  H  I  J  K  L  M
13 12 11 10 9  8  7  6  5  4  3  2  1
N  O  P  Q  R  S  T  U  V  W  X  Y  Z
1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10 11 12 13

HTTP would then deconstruct as 8-7-7-11, or 6-7-7-3 (egyptian can be read forwards and 'backwards', so the values are reversable. then, both sets [Set? the God?] are both forward and backward, but if one is one, then the other is the other. note that when you add them down, all numbers equal '14' [or , to say in 'set theory' terms, a set of 0-13].) then, using a typical reduction method, 8-7-7-11 = 33; 6-7-7-3 = 23.

33, of course, represents the masonic aspiration, or the coupling of trinity. note that in masculin, "Yin" systems, that a patron deity manifests in three forms (i.e. Xianity, Father, Spirit, Son, or A-X-E [aXe if you're weird]), and the same in faminine, "Yang" systems. [Mother, 'Crone' [read, Spirit], Maiden, the vowel Trigram of O-X-U). The coupling of two equal, but corresponding pieces, divided as nothing, united as everything. Hadit, and Nuit [babylonian], the sacred sex act of reunion, bringing about the old name JHVH, which is J=10 (or 4), H=8 (6), V=5 (9); 10-8-5-8 and/or 4-6-9-6, the former taking the Yin (masc.) route, and the latter taking the Yang (fem.) route...J is a Man, V is a WoMan (note that J in roman is interchangable with I, the primary Phallus, and V with U, the Vaginal symbol. H is the connection, the act, the metamorphosis, transmutation, etc. this is the act of magick, of alchemy, of tantra, of the altering of mind-consciousness. [H also represents offspring, so the gram of JHVH, when we cross it, is Father-Daughter-Mother-Son, creation. this is what bible/torah/kaballah is really talking about when they say JHVH.].)

[note also {full of notes, aren't i?}the similarity between H and 11. H is two entities (phallus, which means existence, not male), connected by a common bond. 11 is the same thing, minus the common bond. "I divide only for the greater JOY that i may reunite!" -Aiwass Dictating to Crowley.]

for the 23 (6-7-7-3=23), 23- as well as 2-3, 5, and many variations- have a wide variety and plethora of meanings. let's start with the letters assigned to 2 and 3. B-C-X-Y (Yin) and K-L-O-P (Yang). B/X is the Male/Yin 2 and C/Y the 3. L/O is the Female/Yang 2, and the K/P is 3. which allows for oh so amny interpretations and permutation. all of which are equally true, equally false, equally meaningless and equally useful.  also, the 2/3 is a ratio of dynamics. depending on particular situational alignment, yin and yang are 2 and 3, one of them being slightly offset, they are enough to keep the Tao in motion, but not so much that they fly apart. 2 and 3 are also fibonacci numbers (0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13...), when you chart those numbers, you arrive at the golden spiral, Theta.

that's the HTTP part, now what about "1.1 404 Object Not Found"?

1.1 . . . well, i've posited that 1 is the phallus [on a note, 'phallus' in my metaphysical understanding means roughly 'On' or 'Yes' or 'Existing'....think of binary]. here we have two Phalluses, with a point between them. a point, by one definition, is a segregation of a line, the part where it stops being a line (infinite) and becomes a line segment (finite). so a point might represent a broken line, a line representing (in this system) an existing, but broken, connection.

then 404. 4 is a Phallus with a horizontal cross bar and a 45? angle that connects the cross bar on the left side to the uppermost point in the Phallus. and a 0 is the Uterus.(Uterus does not mean female, it means 'off' or 'No' or 'Non-Existing'...again, think binary). 404, two individuals, Seperate, no connection (Uterus), with personal planes of existence (horizontal cross bars) that are anchored to them and connected to their upper most parts (with a 45? angle.) this is followed with "Object Not Found"; and allusion to the subjective nature of reality-experiance? reference to the mysterious '0' between '4' and '4', the non-existent connection, yet somehow both Phalluses develope along the same way.

HTTP we begin with inherent connection. connection in all sense of the word, for we are Potential. Connection in terms of total equality. We are Male and Female, Divided and United (33) and we are Balance. but we are also Unbalance enough to stay changing, and evolving and revolving and altering and stay as ALL in the the Infinite (23). even in the impending Division, which is represented as "/".

1.1 the overt connection of all-ness breaks down, we become as individuals, plain and born. seperate. forgetful. lazy. inert. depressed. vulnerable. neurotic. we bond to illusion and grab onto lies and lie to ourselves to make this more comfortable, more tolerable, more palatable. we've started our existence as something seperate, but striving for connection. that we are existing as individuals, yet somehow not born.

404   in this gestation stage, alive, but unborn, we develope into totality of individuals, seperate and uniquely whole. our preception of reality forms and upon it's maturity, birthing is possible. this is actualization. we are 'born'. some call it illumination. others, enlightenment. basically, it is the state of the light being on. (binary only accounts for whether or not the light changes it's current state; trinary, however, includes duration, a third factor...a "maybe" to the yes/no.)

Object Not Found subjectivity takes hold, and we gather data from the world in respect to our individual constructs. this is a duration period in dynamics. the light is on, and it stays on until it burns out (reaches entropy). in this luminescent period, yes and no have lost meaning, that was already determined by the light turning on. Maybe is now the question posed. "maybe...?" the Great Question. when the light burns out, the object is lost, and not found. "Object Not Found" when we try again, but to no avail. through loss of object, we lose also our ability to precieve the subject fully. 'sight' have been lost, no more illumination, the light burned out.

HTTP/ 1.1 404 Object Not Found

this is a program reaching it's completion?

ideas? comments? interpretations?

Literate Chaotic / Stupid Questions, Sage Advice
« on: May 28, 2005, 09:33:25 pm »
okay, this is where i take all the useless information i have
and put it to some form of use.

1. if you ask me for advice, my response will probably be
dependant on what reality construct i happen to be using at the time.

2. if you follow my advice, and nothing changes, then oh-fucking-well.

3. if you follow my advice, and something bad happens (like Cthulhu
eats you for being a pud) then it's at your own risk.

4. if you DONT follow my advice, after asking for it, then you wasted my
time, and yours. i'll still have given you advice, and it'll still be there
for the taking, but if you don't follow it and no good comes, then the
one rule with exceeds all others is : DON"T BITCH TO ME ABOUT IT.

5. as the sage at hand (for the time being, and here in this thread),
i reserve the right to ignore any stupid questions, or reply with
something simple like the question "Figure It Out"

unless, i missed something, let's start with my first bit.

Literate Chaotic / Songs for Enlightenment
« on: May 08, 2005, 04:41:24 pm »
Songs for Enlightenment
Vol. 1 No. 1

"The Quitting Song"

A place of employment
is filled with enjoyment
if the sergeants helmet
is filled up with cement

if a worker bee
is actually free
he'd never know it
until he could see

but the problem is not
that we've got what we've got
it's the sinister plot
that keeps bees in the pot

it's the Vaseline
that the fly tried to clean
they told him to do it
now they cause a scene

so a million big thanks
for the empty pig banks
and the soldiers and tanks
that kicked me and spanked

'cause i've got a rocket
hand-held in my pocket
it's my turn to fire you
so get down and suck it

[from the forth coming, post-humously written magnum opus of the Late Saint Bastard, "Rhymes for the Tactfully Impaired"]

Literate Chaotic / Time in the Real :snicker: World
« on: May 06, 2005, 02:00:41 am »
i'm ranting, dammit.

firstly, i'd like to start where i left off, and give a nice, fat, juicy
to starbucks coffee co.
the real reason to hate them (have you ever been a barista in their
employ) is the fact that they give loads of kick down to employee's,
but only so they feel dependent on their job, as now it provides
massive aspects of your livelyhood...leaving the employees vulnerable to
abusive attempts at personality reformatting and behavioral

maybe it's just a grude.

so i quit in a quiet way, and started working at a packing shed.
seasonal, but i figure fuck it. mine is clerical work. YAY! ironic that
a ChaoTao DiscoZen Master like me would have such an anerisic
job (patterns patterns, everywhere...not a drop to drink.)

blah! fuck all! this is such a shit job.

i refer, yet again, to my basic plea: Why are we all still hooked on
Money? fuck, man. if we all just sit down, smoke a little and talk about
it, i'm sure we could all see the benifits of eliminating the whole "Job"
system and Notions of Economy as they currently exist.

i think Economy should refer to collective means, like...gross world
product, instead of's all this stupid fucking programming.

why does it take so much before peopl start thinking that perhaps-
though you can segregate and seperate all you want- all things have that
basic underlying connetion? i mean, c'mon, dumbshits...enviornmental
changes, for example, don't just effect that ONE enviornment. they chain
react on eachother. it's called displacement, like with water levels.
it's one of the basic principals of Mu.

my mind is starting to crack now, but before i go, i need to bepart this
for you.
Know that Aum and Mu are one. Being, and No-thing. One begets unto
the Other, and inbetween is Existence.



(i think the masons may have affected me)

Literate Chaotic / Family Album- Photo #3
« on: December 16, 2004, 07:32:43 am »
The Origin of Snubbery

whoopsi! missed me!
saw you at the party
gone and started it without me
thought i Told YoU OF My TeMPER!
but i brought you all a gift
and i'm not at all that miffed
so i'll just throw it in your midst
and watch it spin and spin and spin and
spend a moment to reflect a bit
who's present did i send? oh shit!
no bother for a label, so just set it on the table
to the fairest one, you see
means exactly what it means
so just figure it out
figure it out

Literate Chaotic / Family Album- Photo #2
« on: December 16, 2004, 07:29:21 am »
Dear Diary
i met a man today
tall dark and handsom
what else can i say?

Dear Diary
he took me for a ride
in his hotrod car
then asked me inside

Dear Diary
i said that i shouldn't
mom would erupt
i simply just couldn't

Dearest Diary
don't let go of me
i followed him anyway
i followed him down

Dear Diary
he spole to me, kindly
like no other had dared
i followed him blindly

Dear Diary
said he knew my mother
for she had a cousin
who was also his brother

Dear Diary
i called him an uncle
and followed him deeper
and he showed me around

Dear Diary
don't let go of me
i went to far
and followed him down

Dear Diary
we arrived too soon
and mom sent for me
with a messanger at noon

Dear Diary
i ate half his seed
and drank from his cup
so then they agreed

Dear Diary
i'm half his and hers
so when the seasons change
mom's got the spurs

Dear Diary
don't let go of me
i let go of myself
and look what i found


Literate Chaotic / Family Album- Photo #1
« on: December 16, 2004, 07:17:10 am »

stitches and kisses
conform to my wishes
with whispers and blisters
to sever your sister
confide deep inside
your incestuous bride
if you fight, no respite
could bring you light

an ounce and a pounce
in this sad sad account
defend to the end
but you can't pretend
your belly is full
but your heart's in a bowl
six spaces to fill
but one is a pill

she sent him away
to return some day
for mother, for brother
just to discover
the cresent was pleasant
it opened the peasant
the 6th one was her son
but father ate pheasant

and father will vomit
straight up from his grommet
to see what was done
with his deigested son
to see that his six
were not but five
the secret he killed
had come back to life

slashery dashery
if you love him, marry me
slipper zippers get
clipped and thrown away

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