Therefore,
frecurrently we are retold of the immement transflagration that will rerererererererereorgamize our rs, destorying all those sorry storries of llllllust, fffffear and loa thing- this will rock your blocks off, busta- we got rhythams we ain't whistled yet, yeah anyway >>>>>>>>>
the moral fibre'n nut serial of parallelluyah continues unabated, undaunted by flanks, touts, twats, quacks, hacks, and all amanner ov priest hood everynowhere.
"Therefore,..." said the mamaster said , yes sahid.
Threfore there is a hidden jokie being played upon us all, my childen, a l l t h e t i m e.
ALL THE TIME, betrothedly cried the preecher man, sweating with metaphysical anguish, forlorn, a stoned hippy in a high class coke party, as the obese leviathan grey clouds rolled over the city, like a pig sensually sliding into the mud. All around him people were busily doing all those things that involved not seeing the hidden jokie, and they seemed to be taking pleasure in doing them right in his face, as if to taunt him.
The crusty known as "Krusty Krust" wearing muddy boots without soles and holding 19 ultra-mangy dogs on drugs by bits of shoelaces tied together with knots staggered into view. He was dribbling from the left end of his withered mouth onto a beard that looked like a massive hairball recently found in the stomach of a mutant goat.
He came up to me and whispered, reeking of dead things: "It's anytime now. They are everywhere!" , mama madness glinting in his eye in the manner of a bad photoshop effect.
The repurpoise of this re: communication regarding the reawanking of mankindergarten into co-co-cocreation is not too cocomplicated.On the cocontrary, it is a coconsciously cocoperative cocoloco into rocococ [kill it now bob]
roc ! roc ! roc o cock! [that's it- you're out]
A nu paparrotdime of intergragrative communition within and withoot transperperspective perpersons fafaciltates phurther incucursions within the metapsyborian timespacious loci and foci , hoci poci, and barbara hadabadarbara. Yo mama.
The ideasis is , of coarse, a headfuck. Your headfuck , to be preprecise .
My preprecious,
I am psorry to in form you that you are now -
No mister , YOU are! Now!
Deep down in the dungeons of western thought , a gimp lies locked up, bound by chains and rings of black irony, curled on the cold and slimy concrete floor, slavering and snarling: i hate you all mofos i want mymymymymymymymymymymy mamamamamamamamamama i want my pppprrreeciousssss yesss my ppprreeecioussss mine minemineminemine mamamamamamammamama oh i am so afraid i am very very very afraid The universe MUST coconsist of four things i must have undersatanding dong going gone gonggggggg!
ahhhhhh......ooohhhhhhhhhhh.........ooooooohhhhh........
>We come in pieces and wholes
in sweet surrender and
electric resistance
celebrating
one mind
one heart
one time<
Threefoure, the uniqueverse coconsisting as it does of no thing, quququitting the guiltgamesh of failedlure to urge the demiurge into some seven more twitwisted games of failedcure , we now ssswiftly move on to the
NEXT
M O V E
of the chesster of mumultiplex permamanent mumutations and cococombinations! [watch it]
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To : goddess@godless.om
From : ∏@eyyouohyah.orgsm
Date : 8/10/04
Subject: Inject subject with substance
Dear Goddess,
In light of recent events in/out of dreamtime i am writing to inform you.
I am devoting the following poem to your Highness in memoriam:
I AM A GODDESS LOVER
I am a goddess lover
I am a godless loser
I love the goddess
She makes me feel so weak
so small and useless
a waste of space
I love the goddess
She has what i want
She is so strong
She is the mother of all
and i am nothing
a mere drone
a worker bee
here to inseminate
and then be devoured
She is so cruel, i love Her
She knows how to tread on my weakness ,
and twist Her heel in
She is SO cool
So with-it,
independent,
keeper of the timeless wizdom
of bitchiness,
bigotry, badmouthing,
babylonian whoring, deceit,
gossiping, psychic suction,
glamour and seduction,
man-ipulation.
O goddess ,
i yearn for you , O Mother
manipulate me
let me die unto you
for i am unworthy of being part of your web
that you weave so well,
hiding behind your children,
your weakness and vulnerabilty,
o damsel in distress,
sucking your men dry
eating their money, their lives, their souls.
Your mouth is bottomless, devouring all,
just like where we all came from!
Your tongue is the Serpent itself!(mine aint bad either...)
You are so strong, you don't need men
and their energies
around your children,
only their cash, and their muscle,
because you surely cant work ,
that is for the drones,
the toyboys forever panting after you,
like puppies they come to satisfy your every whim,
is that not such an appropriate revenge
for all those centuries of male domination?
I am a goddess lover,
She keeps my ego in check,
puts me in my place:
Everybody knows that the future is feminine
a Goddess Mother is on top,
bow to Her sacred lifegiving and taking power!
Men, undoubtedly potential rapists,
fall over each other to serve
so they can satisfy their lack,
Every need got an ego
to feed, yea
We are now in the New Age, and , guess what, bub?
Gone are the days you could abuse your power-
it is now time for the Goddess to abuse Her power-
over you.
If you even think of reacting, you are finished.
You will be branded a brute,
and that's you out of paradise, my friend.
Back to the pit it is for you, if you dare defy
The Godless Goddess!
I love the Goddess,
She plays such fun games,
She has a weapon like every man dreams of,
and She knows how to use it,
look at all those guys being toyed around,
there's nothing in their mind apart from want
like sheep to the slaughter ,
they fall so readily into Her insectoid arms!
I am a Goddess lover,
I love Her so,
She puts me in my place
She makes me feel like shit,
oh, the trials of love!
She can do whatever She wants,
because She is a Mother
deliver unto Her what does not belong to you!
Bow to the future, bow to your Mistress
Bow to the Godless Goddess!
(cue images of Kali)
I hope you like it!
yours and knot yours,
∏
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