foreplay:
These voices won't stop.
I used to talk to myself but now I have a woman do it
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I'm often asked "Hey!"
"How do you stay sane with all the insanity surrounding you?"
or
"How did you know I was ovulating!"
My answer is always the same ...
"They went that way"
Another thing that seems to be on everyone's' mind is
"How do you love more than one woman?"
The obvious answer is to line them up on the sofa and invite your friends
I have other ideas too for those interested in more probing study
As we expand I'd like to broach the theological implications of successful communication
How many soulmates are there?
Is # 973 the one for me?
Swallowing: proper bedroom etiquette or biblically ordained teaching?
and other burning questions the answers to which if not crucial to spiritual growth will entertain and amuse your friends and make you popular at parties.
The thought is Holy.
If you've ever had an original one then you're Einstein or Hawking.
Let's just say it appears possible once you get over the ones that aren't your own.
Lust means strength
Look it up
PainSt sites are down till I finish moving.
Freeservers.com seems like a nice new home.
Magick for the profane
dancing for your pleasure ...
Devil's Ass, Trial of Fire, Comfort Zone, Innocence
It's all about you.
Devil's Ass
I kissed his ass at midnight
She skipped the pyramid
Devined the future at hand
Promised land destiny interned
Locked souls memorized
Dancing dreams
I fight weakness
Born of helplessness in revival
I've lived too many lives for this
She skips the pyramid and sings
The sun peers through my window
Destroys the diamonds
Trial of Fire
There are no sacred cows
Things have no value
beyond the energy they can store
I have no interest
in confusing your destiny
My vision is of birthing the sun
and dancing like
it is the end of times
which it is
Here is the procedure:
Vocally reject the lesson
Karma, destiny, your schedule
whatever you call it
Now, don't die
You may want to
Decide "no"
for any reason
Make something up
Assuming you're still here
dedicate all that is left
to God
your god, my god
any god
Call God what you will
Give him any name but your own
Ok
Now throw out some old shit
Pretend like you really mean it
Wash off the dross
Take a shower
something like that
The time from declaration of independence
to certain absolution varies
less than a year - more than a season
Perhaps you're already here
Notice what you notice
These aren't random events
They are messages from yourself
to yourself
impressions, omens
cool shit
everything
Purposely move
away from the light
This is crucial
If you be drawn to the light
like the moth in the night
you are not a master
It takes time
Try again
Now that you're here
with me
notice the energy
flowing in patterns
There is no separation
So, what is it that
we're really about
multiple consciousness
in this basket of energy
and when we agree
will we know
that you are me?
Comfort Zone
Dream thoughts reach
Through infinity to touch
The essence you offer up
To meet me in ritual
Dance of spirits
Released from binds
That restrict the body
United in writhing passion
Nothing beyond understanding
Endures the trial of fire
In splintered groups of
Mechanoids who found their side
And serve the master
Of germinated seed
Lack the resolve
Of superfluous commandos
Hired to rub the truth in deeper
Get it way in there under the skin
Needle
Relentless pursuers raving
Reestablish control over
The abode of spirit
Recompressed to
Grind the truth in deeper
In the way
Not to be part of the dream
Came not from the pool
Of imagination's depths
But from the now opened hand
Of the griffin winged angel
He comes when all leave
The house of the ego which
Cleansed and sanctified
Becomes the House of the Lord
The anomaly uncommonly expressed
Returns to the point of departure
From pristine essence that begs
Devastation with its virginal purity
That's when the smile came again
Ruled in paradox
The dream was more than the
Arrangement of neurotic reactions
To stresses unharnessed and
Resurrected to bleed
Recommence
Redundancy struck me in humor
Lost the way one more time
And yet another turnoff leads
To yet another dead end
Ways of varying organization
Leave no room for attitudes
Of disorganization and chaos
The mother of all of us who
Are whore under the sun
The mind became detached
And I was able to glimpse the
Umbilical track that linking me
To the universe fed and nurtured
My very existence
The lost spirits were ghosts of the past
Not ones linked to me karmicly
But still more than willing
To do bidding of one in
Possession of what they
All want ... even crave
Pain is what life is
Unmistakable proof of existence
While imprinted attitudes and perceptions
Dress the House of the Lord
In the ways of comfort
Innocence
We're all pure
and guilt an illusion
we use to manipulate
each other
eat of good and evil
and become sin
purging judgment to
restore innocence.
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Elijah enFieri
God bless us, everyone!
