FIRST & AS LAST: MORE REALITY!
The exploration has begun...
The mindflesh of the fleshmind, vibrating in its nervous fluids, erups into ludic reality... as magma flows erratic, it heats the flesh, evaporation ensues, condensation gathers in reflecting drops on the inside of the skull...
If we come to the search for inimical realities with a broken foot, the seed of our protestations will undoubtedly fail. A seed is brimming with pain, but if it dries up, the shell is a brain.
We deplore the static chuckles of sedimented miserabilists... we tap our mind not to float out of our bodies. But we can not stop it. The atmosphere is filled with invisible tongues, stretched out in wavepatterns, fornicating vividly...
We are a collective.
This is a collaborative effort, a ludic exploration.
We wish to plant your eggs in our bodies... our offspring will be legion. Beautiful! Together we will inseminate the sedimented bodies with enigmas of marvelous proportions...
Daily and nightly we will roam, drifting along meridians of lust, of chance, of black humor. We willingly give up control to lose ourselves in the passions of poetic-chance to find the signs hidden beneath routines, behind the all-to-ordinary decor. Our drifting has taken us far, far away from the stable constructs of civilized man. We became animals again. We regurgitated the collected semen of recieved ideas to change our conditioned minds to apprehend a becomming not-yet revealed. We became insects in the midst of men, winged parasites with sharpened stingers among the crowds. Hands unconsciously flapping all around us, the slowmotioned movements of deadened survivalists easily missed us as we organized our attacks and stung the crowd-beings behind the ears. It has begun... it has begun to be noticed, the pulsating eggs inside the brains of herded sheep-men and woman. It feels, they whisper to us, like a pleasant pressure, a slight rubbing motion just behind the eyes, that is a source of tremendous well-being and pleasure: a finger gently pressing on the spine, massaging the nerves...
Thus it began....
The exploration has begun...
The mindflesh of the fleshmind, vibrating in its nervous fluids, erups into ludic reality... as magma flows erratic, it heats the flesh, evaporation ensues, condensation gathers in reflecting drops on the inside of the skull...
If we come to the search for inimical realities with a broken foot, the seed of our protestations will undoubtedly fail. A seed is brimming with pain, but if it dries up, the shell is a brain.
We deplore the static chuckles of sedimented miserabilists... we tap our mind not to float out of our bodies. But we can not stop it. The atmosphere is filled with invisible tongues, stretched out in wavepatterns, fornicating vividly...
We are a collective.
This is a collaborative effort, a ludic exploration.
We wish to plant your eggs in our bodies... our offspring will be legion. Beautiful! Together we will inseminate the sedimented bodies with enigmas of marvelous proportions...
Daily and nightly we will roam, drifting along meridians of lust, of chance, of black humor. We willingly give up control to lose ourselves in the passions of poetic-chance to find the signs hidden beneath routines, behind the all-to-ordinary decor. Our drifting has taken us far, far away from the stable constructs of civilized man. We became animals again. We regurgitated the collected semen of recieved ideas to change our conditioned minds to apprehend a becomming not-yet revealed. We became insects in the midst of men, winged parasites with sharpened stingers among the crowds. Hands unconsciously flapping all around us, the slowmotioned movements of deadened survivalists easily missed us as we organized our attacks and stung the crowd-beings behind the ears. It has begun... it has begun to be noticed, the pulsating eggs inside the brains of herded sheep-men and woman. It feels, they whisper to us, like a pleasant pressure, a slight rubbing motion just behind the eyes, that is a source of tremendous well-being and pleasure: a finger gently pressing on the spine, massaging the nerves...
Thus it began....
posted by G.d'A-L. or HARL or Ori Sapel at 6:36 AM
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viva hymenopteron!
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