picture yourself in a bun as a hotdog
with ketchup mustard and mayonaise skies
somebody eats you, and digests quite slowly,
A goddess with warm chaos eyes.
Cellophane paper of yellow and green,
covering most of your head.
Look for the goddess with diamond eyes and shes gone.
ERIS IN THE SKY WITH HOTDOGS!
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
where rocking chao people eat mushmellow pies
everyone smiles as you float past the mushrooms
you grow so incredibly high
newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
waiting to take you away.
climb in thee back with your head in the clouds and your gone.
ERIS IN THE SKY WITH HOTDOGS!
THE ABOVE IS CERTIFIED AS TRUETHE ABOVE IS CERTIFIED AS FALSE
2 comments:
Master Sunjye, the mushroom cloud is billowing. Time to descend with feet on the ground, no avoiding the blessed event. I love you, come back down.
Annette
the mushroom cloud over nagasaki coincided with the resynthsis of a molecule called l.s.d. .by A. hoffman -the chemist -,randomly from 2 or 3 years worth of processing alkaloids! and he had been processing around 700 alkaloids per day?
curious no?
what are the chances?
i am luck
iam the beginning and the end
the dropping of a nuclear bomb on japan proved mans power to take apart the basic elements (formerly gods domain). the tremendous energy released was given the command kill.someone had to fix that so eris rolled in the golden apple and callisto! Thats why im here, im the aceleration of the acceleration of information, one of the great mothers holy names. HAIL ERIS
nagasaki-nightmare-lsd-birth was my year one.
this aeon, "the pan daemon aeon" has always been and will never change and it never was.
i am the laugh of the chipmonks playing out side the door.
my heart dreams in the heart of hearts
i am the unbroken seal on the book of myself
i saw rats run between the feet of children
may i stand on a lotus the sun of godmy out stretched arms the goddessess favourite perfume
i am alive and well in the land of my birth
my name is othinn but also arthor and thor
cakll me chango if you wish they are all my fathers set is another name etched in my crystal heart with a stylus of flame
as god i worship you woman
i worship the sophia and the shakti
but the great mother of compassion incarnate as annette(whom i love hugely, you annette have been like a mother and friend to one who has been alone well forever) you embody the shakti(the feminine erotic force that runs through all life and enlivens the universe) perfectly, wake me up, liberate me, ground me, lets create
i have learned the state of mind i am resounates with the compassion of shakyamuni buddha. feet on the ground? Come ride the feathered serpent if you dare
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