Research Rimbaud- 16 year old homosexual poetic genius
Camille Cordelle- A mad, talented, sexual and progressive woman. Her brother arranged her imprisonment which drove her to kill herself.
The Story of the Eye
The Wickerman
The Stepenwolf
Oscar Wildes fairy tales
Decadence, deviance and madness
Flaneur
WORDS-
I am the electric marionette
free of any strings
i have come to sever yours
so you can know all things
and to those with hollow souls
who would like to see me squirm
i will not dance for you
like a hook gutted worm
there are no strings for you to pull
i'll scratch my own back thank you
do not try to tell me
what in life i lack
you may have won the rat race
but you're still just a rat
you will all know my name
this is not a demon
i plan to tame
i will see your faces again
this is how it starts
i have been chosen for the part
its a tragic game
they climb the ladder
just to fill in time
all kinds of ways
to distract thier minds
filling in time
don't they get frustrated
being so uncreative
don't they get frustrated
being so uncreative
filling in time
like wind up toys that never unwind
anointed by the red sand
licking my dry hands
it is written in runes
find at the mouth of the lion
the holy book of peace
torn between desire and satiety
hope and disillusionment
pleasures finite
needs intimate
but i will not be complicit in your duplicity
save my charge for golden endeavors
save my love for other lovers
why do i attract dirty windows?
they just need a bit of cleaning
so the light can shine through
The new world order theatre
this is the synergetic nature beast
Throw it at me, overwhelm me
let me laugh at how I knew
everyone dancing to his own personal boom boom
it is time to summon what ever power i have within me to create an electric storm
we dance in the glow of the desert dawn
these are the symptoms of riding a wave of joy
wake people up to the eternal performance
magician of the universe
i will do its work
in the name of beauty
you are in the thick of the happening
sent to me from the universal idea bank
the dark night of the soul
listening to tales of the great dervishes
The Hysterics:
The hysterical arch
like a string pulled from the belly
naked covenants
sexualized broomstick
your brother imprisons you
Pan plays his flute
and you fall apart
plays his flute
and you fall apart
scrutinizing eyes set deep in their orbits
you need good transport to kill 6 million
chocolate box virgins
and bridal porn
asaphile, sacrfiice
the abject
the incommunicable
the sweepings of sodom
importuning filthy favours
the semen of powerful men
tits tits tits
misogyny and sluts
power through sexual denial
like the red haired queen
i was a virtuoso of deceit
i practiced detachment
my mother told me i was a sado masachist
i had this inbuilt chastity belt
man is a sublime ape
mad love
exacerbated beauty
the phenomenon of ecstasy
Juis saunce
Pleasure so instense it is almost painful
orgasm
Viseral
The phantom of the exciting
Disenchanted world
with too much reason
form follows funtion
narrow reality tunnels
turned their tvs colour and themselves to black and white
creatures of the commonplace
slaves of the ordinary
you are 100% the cause of your own misery
realize the impermanence of absolutely everything
resist reacting. resist repeating.
self hatred is just as bad
as sheer egotism, m'lad
The compulsion of repeating
humans repeat trauma
Spiral dynamics integral
Spiral death mountain
Do not paint pictures of paranoia
Wailing organsParis spleen
looks like he's living off the smell of an oily rag
loitering with intent
oscillating between options
the imposition of order= the escalation of chaos
belief is the death of intelligence
test your own sanity
in the crucible of change
living by your wits and wisdom
explore the labrunthyne regions of your mind-
your cosmic fun house
cabalistic magician
machiavellian amoralist
kook pot-lets explore the epic frontiers
I have completed a bachelor of applied madness
A few screws loose eh?
A few sandwhiches short of a picnic?
Come inside- we'll put your head on the right way round..
i am like a stunned mullet in case of emergency break the glass
and I say
Don't you throw those suburban terms at me
nothing is free in this world except for the occasional after dinner mint.
some peoples pain is so hidden from them
they go into the world with developed minds and undeveloped hearts
not cold heartsthe difference is important
scotch fingers are for lovers
they are not for me
asked for a whirlwind
and didn't get a breeze
the peacock feathers you parade
make the miandaphols stare
as they wonder why they dont get laid
and grow envious of your decadent affairs
your the dandiest dandy
who all the ladies fancy
and who all the fellahs wanna be
but being of light
i whole heartedly believe
you've met your match in me
you must be here to keep me sane
or else i'm just another crazy person
painting on their face
You welcome death. And unless you can welcome death, one thing is certain -- you have not lived.
The sky has turned to apricot jam
in a spaceage wasteland.
Light bulbs for eyes
Electric tears we cry
Thick smoke in chemical skies.
you stare at me with beady eyes
the green monster eats your insides
concious of my every move
can't wait to get away from you
Cockroaches crawl over a copy of zombie flesh eater
No one can see the magic is gone
The cracks are creeping down the walls
Its dead to me already, but hang on I must
for this one event to come.
Goodbye to the floating room- I hope magic has stained your foundations
High up in the universe lost within my dreams
I'll never forget the one mattress in an empty house
and the fantasy of what was to come
Your an insipid waif
a psuedo intellectual fake
its my pride you rape
and my dignity you take
You have left just a bruise to the ego
not a severed limb or broken heart.
Don't try to outsmart me with your bervous retorts
like insulting is your mastered art
you are a fool of the highest degree
a test of your will power? No I think not!
why your more of an actor than me!
so in this falsity i hope you rot
We threw our hands up to the sky
We closed our eyes
we breathed it in
the funny folk have dimond eyes
inspired minds and goosebumped skin
the smart ones need drama
and drama, you and i
will never fail
we are riding in a storm
in a boat without sails
we've lost cutlery, dignity, vitamin d
contracted hepatitis a, b and c
we reject materiality
just enough to dress ridiculously
we have enough shit to fill out abode
since we find it all by the side of the road
the lack of space can be a drag
and birdy puffs on so many fags
that theres smoky smog from floor to ceiling
and u could get lung cancer just from breathing
all the same i dont think of leaving
working the phones
or wraughting the gov
gives us the pennies
to do what we love
acting like kings
and living like bums
what a delightful delusion
eyelashed portal to anouther dimension
taj mahal of biege down stairs
tutued indian leads the way
nimble his legs and long are his hairs
insanity uner light of moon
we devour fruits so exotic
a hazy world where time exists not
only pleasures dark and erotic
I rarely step outside my head
i view all through the blinds
i want to wear a mask all the time
and not have to explain why
i am cocooned and i
wait and wait for wings
so good riddance
i'll be nameless and bright eyed
out with these demons inside
the four horsemen of the apocolypse
cobwebs and harmonies
the medicus compiled by the bishop of worms
the rusty relics of a faded world of dreams
narcissism, vanity, beauty, corruption+manipulation over anouther
i broke my vow
tried to justify my actions
but please leave the humiliation to those hours
i did not listen to my intuition
i have been taught a lesson
i took my penalty with dignity
so let the guilt not stick with me
no body else needs to know
how long i was sitting in flu-resent glow
avoided as though i were bacteria
smirked at like a caged baboon
thinking of various ways to escape
but knowing that all i could do was wait
for a slap on the wrist
then they will let me go
this is the reality pertaining to now
the pain will always pass
i look to the ink burned in my skin
a reminder that naught will last
i watched you jump from roof to roof
naked in the london snow
and how brave and free i thought you were
and how radiant your glow
i tell you that there is no drama
and you simply scoff
i let you snuggle up to me
caught in your cycle of misery
the shaman's greatest problems
are still chicks and money
what you call love
reeks of attachment
and it is evident
that we are still way off
a prophecy?
all were brainwashed with pills
into a subdued
consistently positive attitude
all were vegitarian
none were to speak with the letter h
such strange rules as there were in place
i shamed that i had gone though
really frenchi and i had fled
choosing to stay invisible
and keep free thought instead
once like minded persuede my conversion
now all are mad but you and i
but our sanity may drive us to the brink
Spoken word-
'is it true?
can you absolutely know that it is true?how do you react when you think it is true?
Who would you be without this truth?
The turn around
What you think shouldn't have happened
should have happened
because it did'
'Russian scientists conducting deep hole drilling experiments in Siberia break through the earth's crust at more than 14 kilometers. They find it unusually hot at that depth (2,000 degrees F). As a part of trying to listen to movement in the earth's crust, they drop a microphone into the drilled hole and are horrified when they realize they are hearing the voices of millions of people crying out in torment'
Moon-ites start to moan+ drum beat starts
cyborg sphinx
electronic pyrimids
transcendental masturbation
the immortalists
the misery
the misery
the entities
they burden you
they swallow you
they sit on your chest
heavy on your lungs
you choke when you wake
they have you possessed
so labour you must
with spazzaming limbs
ill feelings harbored
trying to remain
your not to waver
in this war
for its your mind
you have to train
remain equanimous
shits going down
vomits coming up
The thumb
Movies to see:
critters
scorpio rising
