khaos kollective
There is a way to make the will manifest as music to stir the soul, and my quest is merely in making such possibilities so, though it feels that I am pressed to make this a reality myself…
Slimming down to fit into the coffin
The basement is closed to us.
A flush of excrement welled inside my pants.
This is what they have always meant by change.
My scrotum crawls up into my abdomen.
The choking feeling of change for change’s sake.
My limbs feeling as consumed by fire.
Wallowing in misery for far too long to fathom.
Gripping my sides in welling agony as dread fills me.
A new light opening my eyes.
As the sweat pours off my skin.
A new awakening begins to show.
The nerves start to crackle with pain.
The anticipation to interject a different energy.
The stomach clenches, and butterflies fill me to spilling out of my mouth.
The reactions to a voodoo logic as the magick becomes far more.
Falling to the knees, my body begins to thrash around, and the skin is electric.
When it’s all gone from me, somewhere I lose the train of thought, and the light fades in.
Thanks, …
The movement
out of Context;
‘A compromise of thought and the capacity for making movement a reality, we find ourselves where we are for reasons beyond our current range of knowledge, but we don’t like knowing that even though as a whole we are probably past the point of no return…’
Musings of the ornate
out of Context;
‘…One must roam overflowing the heart’s content, questing for a substance that will only exist once beyond this, and all will be okay when the dust settles…’
Late night monsters
out of Context;
‘We must realize that all isn’t the form, it is only that which contains this energy for a time, and the material world is only the lingering ideas of immortality by abstraction…’
“Say hello to my little friend!…”
Timothy Leary, Ph. D R.I.P.
Timothy Leary was a madman, his experiments into various psychedelics has created the foundation to the very culture that we stand our ground upon now, and what a solid firmament it is to behold once you step into the realm where madness has no meaning…A Harvard-trained authority, and yet iconoclast at the same time, his work has been instrument in the discovery of the true Self that everyone seems to seek at one point or another…An intellectual philosopher whose particular device to unlock mind’s potential was through the use mind-affect psychedelic chemicals…
Salutations to hell
out of Context;
‘We take our vows for granted when we can’t see a god in the sky. Not because we want to see, but that we wish we could see, all of it…’
The ephedrine in me
out of Context;
‘Ephedrine has been known to stress the heart in large quantities, but I have been careful in my proactive use of these tools, these blessed particles of quickening. I begin to grow weightless of the mind at those points in life where epiphany and reality are one and the same…’
Justice for suffering
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘protesting
apocalyptic profanity
hyping on about misanthropy
infecting the mass disease
on a wasted biology
your god, a hateful entity
my god, something I will to be…’