Friday, September 30, 2011


Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Film Still Porn Shorn Babylon Wipes its Face off the Chaos Tower/$...

Baal Bell ringing to Sherman's march to the SEA, where the Beast arises from the blood of deception, orgiastic exhibitions of the latest, greatest power walks built from Black Magic.  Hyper-rationalism-materialistic illusionism/capitalistiKKKah fascistas socially disorder Martian war bonds/red squares in CAIRO and thieves sleeping through the cracks of day to walk and creep in the spin of the night, black eyed fees, target packs of spiritual malnutrition, burning dollars for fuel to keep the buffet running for the rich and shameless, La Crosse for pinheads watching the lightbox, magical talismans on the backs of green men.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

OMculted and/or still Blissed...

Rama went into the woods exiled.  The Moon shines her silvery light into the hair of the lost god.  No ONE is *G*now-ING.  No job when paper tigers eat the fury of lies from snowy lines and dipstick gum pastels.  Fire consumes his energy from within as Martian wonder.  Time is empty of itself anyway.  Stupid, but genius all the same.  The bridegroom has returned and the SUN shines in the morning.

Wait for Venus fools, because thats when its all going to come around and you'll eat your diet of worms.


Monday, September 19, 2011

Two Take

Two Take Quantum leaps beyond Quantum aspirations...that is the question Leggo Bat Man.  He was in the center of the Black Sun before the Universe ever wept for Man.

Space Warrior Robot Men...

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Julian Schnabel Paints his Dead Dog

God lives in a dog, a big dog the kind that demands press, red carpets and wet socks for rainy days.  Hyped and hyper.  Beards of dire life and open wounds for minions.  Hopeless art sighs and power lunches filling up the barriga inside gallery terrorist attacks.  Only there will be the "sundae ladies", caressing your ego and smelling your bad laundry like its an abstract painting from Paradise...Yod-Hei-Vav-Hei hovering over your creme fraiche culture and your spaghetti with meatballs and your pit fires to Molech.  "Ill-es" never know why, after 5 minute conversation, the attention gets stirred and rekindled hermano, but then again, there is one who wins and one who loses all the time.  Today you are a giant and jolly and green, but yes, you too will find your dust storm over Oklahoma Dead Indian Telephone Territory as Babel's Bell Rings for the Lost Tribes locked inside her red light towers.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

911 Danger Will Robinson Danger

The saga continues...death, destruction, grief, lies, deception, ZION 2012, 11 dollar Papa Johns Pizzas advertised on channels covering the 10th anniversary of Kali's tongue lashing at Babylon, SEE EYE AYIN and the Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds reality of Con $ Piracy...LOST AT SEE, the pillars a watch tower to the cemetary of true liberty and sovereignty and yet, in all the chaos, the true dimension of human suffering remains, the need for creativity ever more important, the verity of our system in question and also, hope that prevails in spite of it ALL-ah.