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Thursday, March 29, 2012

Billiken, God o' How Things Ought To Be

I am the God of Happiness,
I simply make you smile,
I prove that life's worth living
And that everything's worth while;
I force the failure to his feet
And make the growler grin,
I am the God of Happiness,
My name is Billiken.

I am the God of Luckiness,
Observe my twinkling eye—
Success is sure to follow those
Who keep me closely by;
I make men fat and healthy
Who were quarrelsome and thin;
I am the God of Luckiness,
My name is Billiken.


Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Charlie Koo & Eddy Eight Infinity

A sandwich, brimming with theoretical ham,
thinning sliced thesis,
a will she tries to understand.

Reducing compulsion every and watching
drugs work about, work back-cut
I-Ching stop writing and just live angels
forlorn TV detail play experimentspell
segment cells spell mansuit is
where sleep adjusts hair fast off
my loserdom Business, clean play, this
shaven tie-card-game spoken early
morning gets a mercury outta process
run heart out to Hecate patchwork
My rate of method influx goodwill
Up-depression is Thoth-spelled-images
There inspiration on Shakti efficacy
Calling Ganesh-success-mind take
Magick sword situation barriers of
deconstructionist walls
while camera ordered
documenting in words and play the hand
well free delight accept risk
seek failure, groom, sit, run up

I move through the shadows of
the oversoul or dimensions
casting hardness and prison cells,
shells of obstruction and trials of growth-flow,
trying to maintain cheerfulness
while in search of the Presence.

Moving the fear while
familiarized with panic's gnosis.
inducing grace, short of breath
in the death posture,
manifestation is what i foster.

The Eternal Bluesman
is on the escape, he's on the escape.
The Eternal Footman
is on his trail, he rails by his fate.

go to the quick of that
which keeps me from flowing
keeps me from knowing

Go to the quick of that
which keeps me inundated,
ignorant and frustrated

Keeps me in the know
Simple in the gnosis
Folding all the chairs
enfolded in the process

a dialogue with the collective controller noosphere.