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"Industrial Revolution--Dark Satanic Mills"
NOTES:
Futurity offers denial of billowing metaphysical past; still--it resonates.
Robogenesis--approximately 2046, most garden-variety humans implanted.
Will cyborgs retain human spirit?
My Biological Father: artificial cardiac pacemaker & cardioverter-defibrillator; hence, under the Rules of the Queen's Language--a cyborg. Jedi Master Kenobi says: "He's more machine now than man--twisted & evil."
Use of sorcery 4 selfish purposes--servants of the intentionally macabre will be returned snakebite. Not by way of a cursed lone mystic, though he engages in hardcore asceticism; specifically, dictation of the DIVINE JUSTICE SYSTEM--there, you are unable to camouflage all interior passions and lies.
Regardless, the past reflects with such sincere potency, unable to obscure save with the sacred crave of sublimity.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Monday, August 18, 2014
Civilization & Monsters
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"Civilization & Monsters"
Faulkner might have implied: "Serpentine slithered Southward." Still, civilized is the American South--this Colonel Sanders (Southern Railroad) justice is cruel and without mercy; nonetheless, the dichotomy here transcends, and werewolves might be seen, while not phased by the Lunar Cycle, enjoying some Kentucky Fried Chicken.
Being uncivilized doesn't mean being stupid. Gelling with the legal structure can be wise, especially if you want to avoid the pernicious pokey. Still, look @ the most murderous of monsters--blood-suckers! When not thieving away the life of an individual, these creatures are overheard discussing matters of philosophy & theology.
Ferguson--as of today: Got a sick taste in my mouth.
"Civilization & Monsters"
Faulkner might have implied: "Serpentine slithered Southward." Still, civilized is the American South--this Colonel Sanders (Southern Railroad) justice is cruel and without mercy; nonetheless, the dichotomy here transcends, and werewolves might be seen, while not phased by the Lunar Cycle, enjoying some Kentucky Fried Chicken.
Being uncivilized doesn't mean being stupid. Gelling with the legal structure can be wise, especially if you want to avoid the pernicious pokey. Still, look @ the most murderous of monsters--blood-suckers! When not thieving away the life of an individual, these creatures are overheard discussing matters of philosophy & theology.
Ferguson--as of today: Got a sick taste in my mouth.
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Werewolf Conscience. (Little Lowell)
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"Werewolf Conscience. (Little Lowell)"
Having Saint Michael cruelly remove the wolf-like spirit in my poetic books was blasphemy. I understand that now; alas, my further pulsating prose will focus on the charming conscience of the quasi-canine, knowing there resides a struggle within--a sincere urge to embrace sublimity save around vampirish thirst.
And none of my books have displayed blood-suckers, though the titles may make one assume such.
Never hunted a day in my life--fished in the Atlantic, Arkansas, and Tennessee. The haunt remains due to a cursed digestive tract. 15 years of losing blood and physical anguish. And the witches--holy shit. Past encounters with dissolute females able to, with much mercury, render a man infertile.
Wonder: self-sufficiency & a social life. Neurotic, yet late 90's half-hour comedies offered comedic pause and still enchant. Too, vertical leap @ 14 was 34 inches. But after 2 fractures freshmen year--went into exile, enduring long travels to home of my Grandparents, their Old Country, Serbian/German Eyes sparkling with unearthly worry and wisdom. Need a beer now . . .
"Werewolf Conscience. (Little Lowell)"
Having Saint Michael cruelly remove the wolf-like spirit in my poetic books was blasphemy. I understand that now; alas, my further pulsating prose will focus on the charming conscience of the quasi-canine, knowing there resides a struggle within--a sincere urge to embrace sublimity save around vampirish thirst.
And none of my books have displayed blood-suckers, though the titles may make one assume such.
Never hunted a day in my life--fished in the Atlantic, Arkansas, and Tennessee. The haunt remains due to a cursed digestive tract. 15 years of losing blood and physical anguish. And the witches--holy shit. Past encounters with dissolute females able to, with much mercury, render a man infertile.
Wonder: self-sufficiency & a social life. Neurotic, yet late 90's half-hour comedies offered comedic pause and still enchant. Too, vertical leap @ 14 was 34 inches. But after 2 fractures freshmen year--went into exile, enduring long travels to home of my Grandparents, their Old Country, Serbian/German Eyes sparkling with unearthly worry and wisdom. Need a beer now . . .
Saints & Werewolves
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"Saints & Werewolves"
Whether cynocephalus or ultra lycanthropy--the Catholic and some Orthodox Saints have an esoteric connection here.
Of course, Saint Francis is the coolest--in almost every way. Mystic, ascetic, beggar, and friend of the werewolf, kinda. He gently offered sublime mercy to the Wolf of Gubbio; as a result--the carnivorous beast gelled with gorgeous dog-like calm. Read all about Saint Francis, the Wolf of Gubbio, & the Virgin Herself @ GREEN EUNUCH--my Blog Series.
Anyway, Marco Polo encountered many canine-headed hybrids in his travels, yet while not a Saint--he, more or less, gave us pasta. Too, the emerald-hued Saint Patrick wends wolfways. Though not recognized by the mysterious Catholic Church--Internet Lore suggests that most Saints have the ability to transform us into werewolves. Was Saint Christopher a member of the pack? Unrecognized, toothy, and sincerely loves to travel. Like Charley.
"Saints & Werewolves"
Whether cynocephalus or ultra lycanthropy--the Catholic and some Orthodox Saints have an esoteric connection here.
Of course, Saint Francis is the coolest--in almost every way. Mystic, ascetic, beggar, and friend of the werewolf, kinda. He gently offered sublime mercy to the Wolf of Gubbio; as a result--the carnivorous beast gelled with gorgeous dog-like calm. Read all about Saint Francis, the Wolf of Gubbio, & the Virgin Herself @ GREEN EUNUCH--my Blog Series.
Anyway, Marco Polo encountered many canine-headed hybrids in his travels, yet while not a Saint--he, more or less, gave us pasta. Too, the emerald-hued Saint Patrick wends wolfways. Though not recognized by the mysterious Catholic Church--Internet Lore suggests that most Saints have the ability to transform us into werewolves. Was Saint Christopher a member of the pack? Unrecognized, toothy, and sincerely loves to travel. Like Charley.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Diet Doesn't Matter--Bupkis
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"Diet Doesn't Matter--Bupkis"
Of course--eating healthy does not make a difference in obtaining superior health, for you might be manipulated by a genetic disposition to monstrously mass outwards, becoming a red-shirt Albert.
If foods can move your blood sugar, obese you till horizontally ALL-EXPANDING; next, rot your incisors, thin your hair, and offer a morphing myriad of other Munsters-acquired oddities; then, diet too--can heal you.
Radical Remission, nearly (so the Internet Blogs) 70% of it, has been linked to alteration of diet; plus, the ingestion of differing herbs & spices. But cool. I guess like a physician once privately announced to my doltish self: "The garden-variety medical school rarely offers esoteric knowledge."
But I ingest tobacco. I'm no better. Possibly, it keeps me a bit thin; alas, wends the imperfection even in a bit of counterpoise. I hear chronic use of the Twinkie is dangerous.
"Diet Doesn't Matter--Bupkis"
Of course--eating healthy does not make a difference in obtaining superior health, for you might be manipulated by a genetic disposition to monstrously mass outwards, becoming a red-shirt Albert.
If foods can move your blood sugar, obese you till horizontally ALL-EXPANDING; next, rot your incisors, thin your hair, and offer a morphing myriad of other Munsters-acquired oddities; then, diet too--can heal you.
Radical Remission, nearly (so the Internet Blogs) 70% of it, has been linked to alteration of diet; plus, the ingestion of differing herbs & spices. But cool. I guess like a physician once privately announced to my doltish self: "The garden-variety medical school rarely offers esoteric knowledge."
But I ingest tobacco. I'm no better. Possibly, it keeps me a bit thin; alas, wends the imperfection even in a bit of counterpoise. I hear chronic use of the Twinkie is dangerous.
Friday, August 15, 2014
COYOTE MOON (A Buffy Book)--by Vornholt
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"COYOTE MOON (A Buffy Book)--by Vornholt"
Some fancy tradition. Kristy Swanson may always be the real incarnation of Buffy the Vampire Slayer; moreover, myriads are fascinated by the mischievous intelligence of the coyote, it lacking the mighty size of a hungry wolf; still, this carnivorous quasi-canine knows how to dodge quicksilver, finding much contentment by way of its highly virile charm and superior digestive tract.
Anyway, COYOTE MOON (A Buffy Book), showcases the honey-blond and her saintly quest to hunt down all monstrous evil-doers; plus, coyote lore is interestingly mentioned. Maybe not worthy of the Pulitzer Prize, but so totally the Bram Stoker Award; alas, there are many hormone-fueled folk believing that "PORKY'S 2: The Next Day" dashingly deserved the Academy Award. Dunno.
"COYOTE MOON (A Buffy Book)--by Vornholt"
Some fancy tradition. Kristy Swanson may always be the real incarnation of Buffy the Vampire Slayer; moreover, myriads are fascinated by the mischievous intelligence of the coyote, it lacking the mighty size of a hungry wolf; still, this carnivorous quasi-canine knows how to dodge quicksilver, finding much contentment by way of its highly virile charm and superior digestive tract.
Anyway, COYOTE MOON (A Buffy Book), showcases the honey-blond and her saintly quest to hunt down all monstrous evil-doers; plus, coyote lore is interestingly mentioned. Maybe not worthy of the Pulitzer Prize, but so totally the Bram Stoker Award; alas, there are many hormone-fueled folk believing that "PORKY'S 2: The Next Day" dashingly deserved the Academy Award. Dunno.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Humanoid Reptiles In The American South
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"Humanoid Reptiles In The American South"
After intentionally absorbing Faulkner's "Absalom, Absalom!" I know: the gods do exist; still, Faulkner himself basically flunked outta high school, farted around; next, imbibed toxic comprehension of the geography in which he did reside, outshining the fabrication of fact concerning superior generals leading the emaciated & enlisted into corporeal destruction.
A skinny ass ectomorph, snake-like man, bloated in the behemoth belly reminds of a slimy viper after having selfishly ingested an innocent, mammalian meal. But once so disfigured by rancorous venom, the reptile becomes disinterested, in fact, FREAKED by their vicious art of mutating a lamb-like victim; hence, they manifest NEGLECT--thank the gods.
And as Faulkner's ambiguous yet sublime scribble carries onward--he knows: "Were they courageous--yes. But they lacked pity & mercy."
Nevertheless--the American South may rise again. Surely, they have the pseudo-industry of cotton. The perpetual manufacture of tampons will keep them golden.
"Humanoid Reptiles In The American South"
After intentionally absorbing Faulkner's "Absalom, Absalom!" I know: the gods do exist; still, Faulkner himself basically flunked outta high school, farted around; next, imbibed toxic comprehension of the geography in which he did reside, outshining the fabrication of fact concerning superior generals leading the emaciated & enlisted into corporeal destruction.
A skinny ass ectomorph, snake-like man, bloated in the behemoth belly reminds of a slimy viper after having selfishly ingested an innocent, mammalian meal. But once so disfigured by rancorous venom, the reptile becomes disinterested, in fact, FREAKED by their vicious art of mutating a lamb-like victim; hence, they manifest NEGLECT--thank the gods.
And as Faulkner's ambiguous yet sublime scribble carries onward--he knows: "Were they courageous--yes. But they lacked pity & mercy."
Nevertheless--the American South may rise again. Surely, they have the pseudo-industry of cotton. The perpetual manufacture of tampons will keep them golden.
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