END UP 1

snow is so like cold the
coldest there is

and just try to eat some
some day and freeze
your stomach off

kick in the punch trust
your fingers like in a
trapeze act on fire

just the opposite forces
of what the fuck are you
talking about

talking about drawing a
line in the sand forever

another 2nd Level initial
anti glucose coma dealing
migraine inside split mind
reverberations unlimited

to a sound revolution of
an underground unified
clam song I've seen pussy
like that sing a beautiful
tune excuse me if

empire of worms ants or
other forms of whatever
God wants

dead Uncles who fought
in the War

I'd like to thank Hello Ms?
I'd like to thank all of you
those of who I've known in
one method from many or
nothing really important

I've been privy to where
the words in front of your
mouth originate and their
inevitable destiny

the God they talk about and
words they want to believe
above all else
the faith of their imaginations
fails to realize what is most
obvious
they God the talk about is a
power within made actual
released into the light of the
world from without

a level of self excluded and
abandoned discarded by the
truth accepted amongst the
masses

which is why it's bad luck
to pass gas at an ashtray...

MIND X

to create nonsense in such an honest way as to appear as real as truth in order to compel the mind to see through the illusion of assumptions it has accepted of Reality and redefine each element by its opposite essence if but for no other reason then to reverse the trend of being demented before Time decides Never lasts longer than Forever seems like a dream caught in a bottle or an unsanctioned orgy of monks and nuns full throttle not sure what something like that should be rated I mean who can say for sure which came first walking it back from the edge of the end to a permanent distance of instant resistance against the coordinated hoax of historical reference just as Nietzsche discovered and declared "God is Dead" I'm here to deliver the poison tonic spider bite unholy venom to kill the Bible drive a fang inside the skin rip the soul and destroy the Source of original guilt and shame that hangs like a toxic fog above humanity's claim that immortality is a bit overrated given the fact it doesn't exist whether or not it can be proven anyone with a touch of common sense will tell the difference between believing and seeing feels like what watching porn is to cracking nasty eat the pink ring albeit far from me to suggest how one goes about releasing the king within embracing the savior reflected in mirrors Eternity + Now = 1 more thing to consider "It is only through the influence of individuals who can set an example and whom masses recognize as their leaders that they can be induced to perform the work and undergo the renunciations on which the existence of civilization depends. All is well if these leaders are persons who possess superior insight into the necessities of life and who have risen to the height of mastering their own instinctual wishes. But there is a danger that in order not to lose their influence they may give way to the masses more than it gives way to them and it therefore seems necessary that they shall be independent of the mass by having means to power at their disposal. To put it briefly, there are two widespread human characteristics which are responsible for the fact that the regulations of civilization can only be maintained by a certain degree of coercion - namely, that men are not spontaneously fond of work and that arguments are of no avail against their passions."

Freud, The Future Of An Illusion

THE ANTI - SIGN

or acid on Kafka words of fury blazing a path through sleeping dreaming invisible souls awaiting to be taken home luck has nothing to do with it just ask Bukowski whiskey and water once and for all sounds like taking out the garbage when no one else is around to confirm or deny your whereabouts at the time it all went down head butt lock and load 4 weeks 3 weeks less than I care to count or dare to remember up against Father Clock Mother Sun Sister Moon never stop to consider what are the odds of lightning striking the same place twice in a world when everything is so impossibly real postpone the announcement to the media to be determined as soon as new legislation provides an outline suspended expectations will be required by anyone in trouble with the Law a low ball response to high cheese pitch on the money an incomplete recall you might as well dance while you still can the lemon horizon dawning into tangerine as we speak can't say I said that coming back to an unsolicited "I told you so" let's just leave the shift caught between passing epochs recorded in gold leaf and toxic mascara look at a mirror the next chance and try to understand History is an obsolete theme song repeating itself in a vacuum through blind coincidence unguided happenstance and the seemingly innocent yet unobtainable quest for redemption we have all so naively swallowed hook line and sinker "And these men for whom life has no repose live at times in their rare moments of happiness with such strength and indescribable beauty, the spray of their moment's happiness is flung so high an dazzlingly over the wide sea of suffering that the light of it spreading its radiance touches others too with its enchantment. Thus like a precious fleeting foam over the sea of suffering arise all those works of art in which a single individual lifts himself for an hour so high above his personal destiny that his happiness shines like a star and appears to all who see it as something eternal and as a happiness of their own. All these men whatever their deeds and works may be have really no life; that is to say, their lives are not their own and have no form. They are not heroes, artists or thinkers in the same way that other men are judges, doctors, shoemakers or schoolmasters. Their life consists of a perpetual tide, unhappy and torn with pain terrible and meaningless unless one is ready to see its meaning in just those rare experiences, acts, thoughts and works that shine out above the chaos of such a life."

- Hesse, Steppenwolf

WHY MOLLY KNOT

a slice of mind a twisting spine popping the top I already know what it’s like because I’ve been dead forever just a coincidence maybe maybe-not who told you I know what it’s like outside to refer to its certified classification one never knows when it comes or where it goes of unknown origins spike a memory 2^nd line round the razor tip of an old ugly spear piercing energy rush unlimited with an incorrect word out of place innocent in the way God Bless / Jesus Saves the last noodle boiled into coagulated mucus mental inception from beyond issue must have been what was said “that’s that again” pick up some better luck next time then is will always be as I’ve seen it dead forever again again already gone off to everlasting paradise shopping cart full of faith in a mystery stain cumshot crusty gun mother of funny stuck at the intersection of nowhere & other

the story is the story start from the beginning

begin at the last page and work backwards in back words from a raw transcendent bliss with Strawhat Charlotte who smelled like garlic snuck into a (won’t forget) PT Anderson tribute Hard Eight : Boogie Nights : There Will Be Blood : The Master : each one after another to another to another looping through a finite stream of light and electricity

I’ve read the dialogue from voice over to subtitle still can’t make it make sense and I wake up in the middle of a life shining itself paper thin like a screenscript on acid dipped in pure euphoria something to keep the heart beating while murdering consciousness at its core where it stands stretching insanity to the brink payment on loan from an underground shadow sector I mean who hasn’t killed Jesus once or twice the center edge inverted inside everything defined by the Anti-Sign…

I promise when this is over a total noetic unity nor “clotted liquid dung”  I need three years to finish this hedonistic trip mainline no one else behind or ahead of me empty horizons like key lime pie ubiquitous directions on fire leave the beans paralyzed by midnight oh yeah the Story Chapter Epilogue Footnote (don’t forget the Title) rearview conclusions adopted abandoned erased in the unspoken code of freedom agreed to in theory yet never felt in flesh

opening my eyes during a very real moment perceive the form from which it derives

power connecting dots in a linear arc through Yeats to the Beats and back again if you’re not learning you’re not living oh the Sound the sound of sounds a long miracle list  giant hodgepodge collage of human history so easy to say every perspective of our collective on display 360 degrees a panoramic brain scope sizing up again and again where it’s going from where it’s been speaking of a world within splintered tongues betrayed by a kiss to lick heal deep lethal wounds scars left behind by war sister nations giving birth to inevitable extinction jealousy reigning over expected reactions a natural response to the given assumptions divided by time despite the conjunctive clause in the original contract keeping any fear aside from the matter at hand madcow foot mouth eat that grin off your face or else taste the consequences –

an organic reality linked between cause and effect chains of ideas preserved in order generation to generation repeated for no other reason but to generate momentum as some things flow alone in the zone elevated to the peak of uncertainty a common misconception of what it means to see through the surface I’m compelled to tell of what I remember hearing a group of small children singing while waiting for a bus

“a snitch in a casket like a brick in a basket pawned to the Army as an orphan whose only purpose is to curse existence for being nothing more than a cruel joke played on the poor broken souls clinging to the unlikely hope that all will be forgiven”

DEAD LETTER

when I look at the world I see literature... / superfeta #285 /
and maybe just maybe black people shouldn't be owned like property by white people and yes maybe just maybe a green weed that if smoked makes people happy content peaceful and relieved of pain anxiety fear shouldn't be criminalized with there being so many guns in circulation and corrupt politicians bribed by greedy bankers and freedom hating judges Congratulations America there is hope yet:
now all you need to do is to stop believing in an innocent dude who was murdered for walking on water turning shit into wine and subverting authority and you might literally avoid being conquered by extraterrestrial aliens of the 3rd gNarf sector:
not to mention but speaking of which if the range of God's test of Man's faith in him runs from Adam and the Apple to Abraham and Isaac to Job to Daniel to Jesus and Paul all the way up through History and including the Holocaust then it's safe to say he's a motherfucking asshole...
"O you hypocrites, O you whited sepulchres, O you who present a smooth smiling face to the world while your soul within is a foul swamp of sin, how will it fare with you in that terrible day?  And this day will come shall come must come; the day of death and the day of judgement. It is appointed unto man to die and after death judgement. Death is certain. The time and manner are uncertain, whether from long disease or from some unexpected accident; the Son of God cometh at an hour when you little expect Him. Be therefore ready every moment, seeing that you may die at any moment. Death is the end of us all. Death and judgement, brought into the world by the sin of our first parents, are the dark portals that close our earthly existence, the portals that open into the unknown and the unseen, portals through which every soul must pass, alone unaided save by its good works, without friend or brother or parent or master to help it, alone and trembling. Let that thought be ever before our minds and then we cannot sin. Death, a cause of terror to the sinner, is a blessed moment for him who has walked in the right path, fulfilling the duties of his station in life, attending to his morning and evening prayers, approaching the holy sacrament frequently and performing good and merciful works."

- Joyce, A Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Man

WORLD WAR ME

all of philosophy poetry verse based creativity is a long list of words attempting to describe what life truth time being reality self is not in order to reveal in the mind of the reader what it is:
Nietzsche murdered the word at its very source by which I mean he destroyed the hypnotic trance or blind faith control most people use to guide their souls through a language maze riddled in tangible illusions and dead image space...
(what a way to go more whiskey less war)
Nietzsche applied in a sense what Marx said about Religion to all of Modern Society Culture Science Politics the grassroots thought channel bar shot chatter exchanged between slush heads full of talk rot doesn't matter wherever there is raw language engaged in authority supporting power structure operating unilaterally above those who are willing to submit to and follow in conformity all mob wranglers obsessed with attention taking their trust in advantage to gain personally at an expense and detriment of the species thus begins the end of the 2nd Coming...

The Final Dive [when] is it the ego's transcendence of itself that presents the world or is it the world that becomes its other through perceptions of the ego's reflection upon it? "Well I began analyzing it - my imagination persisted in sticking horrors into the dark so I stuck my imagination into the dark instead and let it look out at me - I let it play stray dog or escaped convict or ghost and then saw myself coming along the road.  That made it all right - as it always makes every thing all right to project yourself completely into another place"

- Fitzgerald, This Side Of Paradise

OTHER KILL MINE

a poetic jam of unbeing stream of dead words speaking to the darkness silence is the tongue of light
eternal
universal
absolute
not unlike Being isn't a product of an idea or theory
laws are for idiotic halfheads who believe cheating is ok as long as you're not caught
no system or privilege of freedom is a purer form of existence all and every to each of one in their own as it is for a moment:
just imagine if Life stopped and asked "what is the meaning of you?"
what would you say...
alive
dying
dead
it doesn't matter Man is created in his own image with an incomplete language caught in a mind warp word loop empty bubble pop rock sun shot "In fact, I am then plunged into the world of objects; it is they which constitute the unity of my consciousness it is they which present themselves with values, with attractive and repellent qualities- but me, I have disappeared; I have annihilated myself. There is no place for me on this level. And this is not a matter of chance, due to a momentary lapse of attention, but happens because of the very structure of consciousness."
- Sartre, The Transcendence of the Ego
the new underground smells like a rusty bung hole plugged solid with rotten toxic mushtots just as some have thought or what of it the big end 7 to go or maybe 6 until the final dive driving off into the sunset once and for all when that was enough don't ask Nietzsche for a ride who only knew that War is best better than sex killing trumps fucking any day of the week more potent than truth or wild drug rush higher than Life itself silly stump questions oh so much to say before:
love is an illusion between gods who murder their own sons for fun who pimp married women and rape little children oh what a crock of it everything comes to be as soon as you realize it's already over...