In focus, think of god, angels, the multiverse

Typical evening that triphead

Then to retranslate

All into symbols resembling sanity

Visions most fructulous, 5x the usual amount

A repeating new mantra, a very neat word

‘Bonkajeedevi’ follows through

A key to remember a key to remember

A key to remember the things to which one must not forget

A strike of anxiety on come down, a need for ethyl drink

A remembrance here after treatment, once funds exhausted

Never to have a day of such emptiness as the hangover four days later again

“Cunning, baffling, powerful” they say

A truth

Not that the steps are always necessary to work

Reassemble, I need you clear

You have goals

Clear mind, low anxiety

You are in physiological difficulty

It passes, abstract thought problems also

Ethyl drink will sabotage you, most times

Even periods of semi stability

Were bound to slip

Daily drinking,

Always an interference on creativity

Even three drinks of weeknights, too many on weekends

Bound to have spun you out of the job soon

The need of assigning meaning not necessary to mantras,

Remember it always, and remember the loss of time of avoidable sickness

And loss of memory of ethyl drink

Not to be paralyzed in illness,

Seems what is ordered

Such mote it be

And also to recall the Unitarian Panpsychist prayer

To remember that prayers can be answered

And intentions can be set to trips

Work into your process

And blessed be

Although before a thought to not drinking yet,

After the Holy Hangover of Void, a mood to avoid at all costs,

Yet time passes, and temptations are all around

See to it there is not a dose of purple that high again

Uncontrollable anxiety is to be avoided

As are anxieties of the more pedestrian sort..

Dash something off and move on to the things that need to be done…

In the arms of the ocean
Being all trued
Being seen for what one is
In entirety
Loss of keys and loss of clues
Recovery and stumbles
Jabbering among the apes nearby
Loss of methodical stillness
Loss of balance among withdrawal
Loss of chaos among lies
Loss of angels
Gain of roommates (*sigh*)
Really must not do that again
Not proving to be a willpower issue
Yet ups and downs restrict and imply
Yet unwilling to go back to treatment
Yet stilling the losses
Get them filled and take them only when you feel like it!
See and believe
Natter and trip
No way am I going to three doctors and a therapist
A bridge to be crossed
A need for something better
A few unbalanced days to be expected
Detoxing again, but more mildly
Let be, let be, let be
Let stop!
Lightning dances here
No one listens
The sound of explosions noted
The sound of God’s incipient gratitude
Demonoid spake thus:
.. Real of the night
.. Is not real of the day
.. Or it is, but you can never prove it
.. Loss of independence is costly
.. Loss of truth is harmful
.. Gain of energy, of motivation,
.. Is key to your aims
.. Slight return and capitalization of intent
.. Seizures are flukes
.. Hold to your own truth
.. Be lost amongst the articles
.. Hold to that which you know
.. “Sometimes paper is the only one who will listen to you” -twitter
.. Bully on it
.. Time to move along
.. Time to fall back in
.. To the real

Dreaming of Demonoid Picotant


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Demonoid picotent is sleeping with the devil
Demonoid of the last outer outpost
Excuse that interlude
in the sleep of the all, the trialogues of damnation, and 
	fuck you sir.
Of all the smiles and then
Of all. Oh snap
Well. Certainly we know what and who we like. We can make 
	no broader statement than that at this time
Brought in from the cold…
Sleeping in the 'excuse me' of the last resort . . . 
	Coming through!
Coming down the channel from off of the heaven sent
Dreaming of demonoid picotant
We … sleep
We ... dream
We do all the things to which we are allowed and some to 
	which we are not, my demonoid, … and yet…
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We do all the things to which we are allowed and some to
	which we are not and then there are others to which
	we must and follow the dreams to the end of the rainbow
Picotant of the demonoid drops like frogs, or fogs, as the 
	case may be, and is ever thus, or is thus only maybe, as 
	the case may be, or if not see listed conditions of the
	terms of endearment
Slipping into the undemonic stillness we sleep over the stage
Becoming upspeak and determination we wandered the tunnels
	of the messages of the sociologists and otherwise became 
	slightly enhanced and determined our way was of enticement
	and randomly assigned values to each one we could see
But otherwise and then determined, Demonoid allowed as to how we
	had to cloak ourselves in secrecy and become other than 
	ourselves according to the aims but could if otherwise
	become something to which we would want to taste
Finally changing, the reality of the dream became apparent
	and then while we wandered the planes of that world, becoming
	ever distinct from the background, which then if who arrived
	collecting the teardrops and orgasms together to form the line
	of inquiry to which we were drawn, and ever pursued, allowing
	time for the others to adjust and all in all remaining apart 
	for the time being
Doing the many things to which we are not allowed, we discovered
	a degree of freedom
Discovering a degree of freedom we found our hearts and found our
	eyes and very nearly became other than what we were, becoming no
	longer We of the Small, but reversed course and animated in
	time for the changing of the guard and the reseeding of the
Waking, we determined to go and inquire of the sage as to whether
	to allow it
It cannot be so
It cannot be so, because we are we, and shall never discover, nor
	remain with the others,s and shall always depart until we find our
	place to stand
Demonoid came along and spake thus:
	Visions of the peace confound you, and armies of the masters
	confront you; the viruses of the mind are many and replete with
	unnecessary woe and collecting and dreaming you are not allowed 
	to implacably oppose them, and so you must. The key to the 
	secrets is to determne and recoil, to vanish and rescind, to
	poke and to prod, to find the limits and step upon them, to
	expand and destroy, to craft the viruses of your own, or viroids
	as the case may be, and memetically enchant, and conversationally
	to step in, and in the wind of the turning tides to have your 
	victory with your many methods of shapeshidting and clueing in
	to the potentials but also the likelihoods of the dust
The probabilities were strong and complete
We saw our paths and chose several in contradiction
Filing the particles we entangled, and entangling we sundered,
	and sundering we found justice, and then we flared up, and
	flaring we flew to the sun, gaining and endless source of
	small energy and becoming random, we were ever uncaught
We of all the small ones know this or do not, as the case may be
Be no wise certain of this
Be no wise certain of anything
And it was thus, and it was thus, and it was thus, and it was ever thus so

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Warriors, son.


Needling all the pieces

We draw in a little blood

Itemized catalogues of insight

Heroes all day collect terror
Twitterverse practically in my hand now
Building slowly, slowly burn
Never a utopia…
But at least they were not burning down the globesphere

But I digress…

The snakes and the angels are in agreement on this
The animals typify and lose
The moss did it once before,
Now we risk the people doing it again…
How much Oxygen is there on mount everest?

How long to repair

The pendula of the night-lamps strike me strangely

All to be done is ready
New post on Poetic Postcards
Small updates to Psychic Fugue Studio
A bit prettier, and adding a blog today to Save the Oxygen
Tweeting my message not to Iowa activists anymore (or those who tweet about them) but to people who tweet about #fossilfuelsubsidies

Image from a stop motion thing I did for a class and may one day get online.


Snails go racing down DNS trees
Whales go pacing by porkers with bees
Symbols of longing and night to repair
Evils incumbent and people who dare
Liars resending all of their threats
Magistrates talking of judicial bets
Meaning fixed once and meter fixed twice
Aliens eat pumpkins and children and lice
Finding your boss alone in the steamer
Finding your nightshade and thus your redeemer
Holly-go-lightly and dumpy old Phyllis
Hawkeye and Pumpkin and don’t forget Willis
The eels reply with some GIFs of their own
The nightmares take stock and send bots to dethrone
The angels are beaming down boxes of light
The wendigos are throwing their weight with their might
Tripping with jellies and tripping with beans
Shooting with methods, ascending in means
All against one, and one against once
Truly believing that god never punts
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