pt 1; "Notes from olde haunts.
[ date unknown ]
Notes; Tuesday morning, 13th April 2563BE
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important memories & revelations about the war; on consciousness & the nights spent in my back garden smoking in the winter twilight, often with a beer and battle going on to retake my own mind from deep state crime.
What Sets Us Apart
I would be reeling it out all day from this outpost on paradice island. It was not the first time I had one, but this time a pandemic was at its peak, so some extra edge was added onto my calls into the wild. Doragon Re:Call. Every 20seconds, then 60, then a few hours would pass and fade away into a silent abyss. The blood vine was like a phone for my third eye, the words had a kinetic energy to them, as they hung on while bathing in blood, splashing in a kind of looth tongue licking lips in the face of touchless torture with Deus Ex Biomech undertones in a fix. It was black bunted audio at its most raw & formal; a rare holla indeed. Doragon Re:Call. All I could do was wait; while the call to source deep in field sent, no one knew the location of Dragons in pure realm, not even deep state with all their technology that had been raped. I was many years into the void, had left the enemy behind in dark paradigms. That was life in the algorithm & when I knew I had really evaded deep state control, it had taken many years of metaphysical work on the field of invisible reams; & I had tinkered with the DNA of baselevel reality in jest at stages many never think of playing naked for. I was full of tips, trips & imaginaryeum trinkets of note, that were most blessed by many a dead gypsy Queen. That was around the issue when the Boss ordered a [ put to sleepy ] on a very oldē large Nahahaga indeed. Tiny Kundalini & Wise BIG snake Vs. Deep shite.
Duke; “What’s the relationship
or revelation Dee?”
[ cont. pissing up a government wall like most loyal of hell hound ]
Dee; “Well larkh [ barks at silver screen ]
They guard very oldē gates mateys!”
Even if only a microeconomic prima could see those dreams ...
Then Thoth would save it
like a golden note
[ downs a shot of Dragon Whisky ]
Wisdom of Radical Raffa, chief.
Most stoned of Angelic buns under the Arcadian suns
Raffah; “& all them muppets worry abouwh Lucky Lucy huh honey.
Keef; “My best customers ...
[ holds out wild hat for tips ]
How long we been worksing on this gif Adbusters?
Have I got the job everyone wants or wut?
*Spits in serpent bucket like Bruce Gee.
The ordinary man is living a very
abnormal life, because his values are upside down. Money is more important than
meditation; logic is more important than love; mind is more important than
heart; power over others is more important than power over one's own being.
Mundane things are more important than finding some treasures
which death cannot
Another time when this paranormal experience went nitro ...
one winter full moon
The voice in my skull turned into cookie monsters ownth
It was like my throat chakra had been stolen for the night
I couldn’t explain it even to my own Elfs
By Afterlife Paradigm Toys ™
“Fluffy as puff.
you knew nothing of
As you waited,
Now begins to replay oldē lines
“You know I became a hauntologist because I never watched or had a taste for horror ... I sore it all around me at work everyday for years in advertising. Then I went into service design and was doing shit for Lloyds bank at the biggest agency around ... that’s when I knew we were really ticked & tucked ... fucked.
Then design for dystopia started trending as a possible way to capitalise on the commodification of Ghosts
I had already kinda mastered that work as a loner . .
[ clears throaty ]
They watched the poor
& had no remorse
For years & years
With nothing to say
Because all they had
Was a corporate agenda
To this day.
As the streets filled rage
In the names of their betrayal
None a rebel amoung their sales
The youth became haunted
& the old turned towards them
With weapons of fear
& most fearsome tears.
Eyes rolled back
& tongues spake in just
It was just the beginning
Of raptures in the dust
Why Lucy is the lightbearer?
When governments & state
fail to lead in the valley of darkness
& instead choose to hide all from salvation
Even holding & suppressing technology
To use it against its ownth people.
Demons ride their backs
& Ghosts rise from their own souls eyes
I would sit in the void
In Last of cycles
Most shadows dare watch
in their light it is a terrible sight
Last of stands
for any human
or alien plan
& then Rãffå would come;
Shine down upsun all their wrongs
A long dark tunnel
Across the field
Did those hands
Tearing open the doors
That mortals speakh of
In visions of the celestial world
It was like showing evil men
Their ends without friends
The Ringneck is a parrot. There are 4 sub-species, one of which is the 28 Parrot.
The 28 Parrot is named for its tripled noted call, more mellow
than sharply ringing.
Many souls have seen, sore
Hoping technology would save the world
Alas, with an Atlas
I found myself with a device
As useless as a vice
I could barely catch the cries of mice
While I was forced to morse
As I plucked the eyes
Of deep state spies
From their gutless skulls on ice
- for Blakeian rhymes.
Do youwh knowhl this cur
That they was guilty enyff to stir
It’s a big ol’pot
“Most holy of dot!”
That many a pirate
Warned of since time forgoth
I am the Crow
This is the arrow
Hunting their lost hallows
As halos dance in the Moonlight gallows
When monsters laugh at their crass
Waiting to feed on their corporate hearts
On the floors of never been
The scene without their deeds
That left us all with nightmares
Instead of dreams
Walks over to the library
in thē Sidrat < — - •
Picks up the Anarchists guide to the Galaxy; & says with swift verse; “I hate that bookh; shite cookh.
Now flipshthrowh ith like an index.
“Who’s a Satori gonna call,
besides youwh ofcourse ...
[ pours vintage tipple ]
“Damit, urmmmnnn all signed up to their poison rememdy letters ummmmnn ... fuck it
Now throws the book out the window that appears & leaves like leafs fall from trees.
Walks over to a plant, it’s a triffid, it starts to wave like a Medellín Medusa as the TimeCop pulls over a large bell jar into its field of Florian vision
Inside is a man, who starts begging for mercy, knowing he’s about to get eaten alive by giant Mantis.
“I have no mercy cleft for these Rucker’s tuckers ...
[ at this pint with the Lord I was scared ofcourse but understood his point of view ]
Dee; “I see what you meme.
And we both drank watching that man screaming as a praying boxer had his insides, devow’dth
“Sorry state of affairs, but none of em ever cares, while they watch the world [ ... ]
“Fall to only their corporate burdens.
& We drankh the Kraken.
“science faction (uncountable) (fiction) Synonym of science fact.
my eyes glided over other notes
I didn’t knowhl if I was creating reality or imagining if it was being created.
“Common issues for a creatorrrrrhhh ...
But then I sore visions
In the sands
That pointed towards lamps
As the masters plan
Unfolded in thy hands
I touched the glass
& it became a mirror
For their sins
& my eyes
They jumped in
“Whutchaginnah calls dis bookh den?”
[ ... ]
Timelords & Doragons?”
“You knowhl that shit was first published in 1974 by Tactical Studies Rules, Inc. (TSR)
I got sucked in, remember the intro? Fuck it was terrifying
I memelarkh if I could throwhl a molotov into that far right fabric of time ï wood chief.
Infacth it’s probably done before
But no records exist of it on this ship.
Finally spots the dragon
in the crows nest.
gHoStRat; "May Bee just I just forgoth, Chief.
"I still have that footage of real synchronicity magick tho.
Pig; “WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO PROVE?
gHoStRaT; “That youh are up there,
& I am stuck here.
[ eats brie ]
Pig; “You’re off yurh head.
Rat; “O’ye of so little faith in pork.
Synchronicity is empathy.
& The Gods way
of remaining Onymous.
Holy mag rags at the bitter ends, reader.
Yurh minds would pop dod
if them lot
were round yrh gates
round the clockh.
to be fighting fascism here, Dee
Wutdohwyouwhfinkhdis is; dad's army?
Your like a Q clue clockh for leftfield stoners.
Yourh an embarrassment at the best of twines & no lies I think you’ve lost yurh marbles in corporate crime.
Yuh knowh larkh we try to wear these hats with pride; [ removes bell hat from Duke ]
Even your mutts confused.
“Sorry, Chief. .
“We don’t need a sorry Dee
“Just tell us the fucking buried bones & gold bees D
Sabo; [ Opens can of Karma Cola ]
& passes it to the mrs.
Salem; “Suchabuncha muppethz
Sabo; “The rat will get the cash.
Salem; “In the meme time; there’s dummy blood in the trunk & cat nip from monks.
Small fry for fish like this but I must admit I’m taken by the spit; [ they kiss ]
Sabo; “Even the rats Elfs knowlhowto rip the piss in poetics & shith h. .
Whutchawant an essay like the wizard?
Its a dyslexic vapour riddler.
& one of the best we had in the force of 84’
gHoStRaT; “I just wanna live in my cosmic fucking imagination fellaz.
Being Dee had its way.
Ain’t listening to any news, ain’t got no antisocial media; and hat, whatever their fucking version of reality is ...
I dowh noth resonates
Thē Rastamans wus clear about my mission; “but the order of the world will not be radically changed by the coming of the crow, dowg.
My paradigms were gold, as soon the snake rose from hole.
Saving the world
was like how I feel about a lover; [ ... ]
It must be easyz
Stars into the void & points; [ ... ]
“Because if you are not in it to save the world, then what is the point, right?”
No one goes into the abyss
Unless you have missh
"When one who has great wisdom brings [volitional formations] to mind as not-self, he acquires the emptiness liberation" -Patis. II 58.
Gonzo; “I had to be dragged in.
Who the tick tock pop wants to go in there for class of 84?”
Wizard; “I thouwth’twas Sabo who was the bitch?
/// Continues chopping up the logos for a livin’
“It’s like I always dreamed chief;
You see the people they are miserable because they have compromised on every point, and they cannot forgive themselves because they have compromised. They know that they could have dared, but they proved cowards.
In their own eyes they have fallen, they have lost self-respect. Thats what compromise does.
don't mix business
& I find something deeply disturbing about that, Chief.
Are we the last of the Dreamers.
Is it all lies, have I lost my mind?
Or is this connected world
Locked in deepstate crime ...