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It Alien RipReadsin Blood!! bzzz 
.: Anarcho SpiritCrypt O’Voice :.
... { the real voice; of my souls; 
trying to save earth in real time;

that spiritual techno could connect us all to;
It is what many people crave; their inner voice;
blood or honey MIC?! 
“ Gimme back my spiritual technology honey;
or I take yurh thirds;
Like monkey nuts in spider webs;
As genie tag up yurh skulls in neon inks;
Eighth Note21;11;13;12

... { On a rampage through pradigms;
in old threads of imagination;

My black ghost dog is sat at the end of time eating evil men at the Military–industrial_complex . . .

Do you really think my dog gives a bone about what you corporate marrow suckers fink about... urrrrr anything?!

Get it? Do i need to keep knocking on yurh skulls; with a bone & dead bee phone from archangels & deities that keeps repeating the word Rebel?RebelRebelRebel AbleAbleAble.
The angel of death is back; sent from Gaia’s most dark end of days; to carve memes into yurh domes from the inside;    over and over again till you wake up and give a fuck; understand i do not give a third eye flapper if you aint someone who wants to save the world.    you are reading the words of a BLACK HEX DRAGON; FROM EDEN WHO IS GOING TO EAT YOU; & BURN YURH BONES

too late too late will bee the cry; where more dead animals wash up on the black sands of die;

Get it folks? ive had enough after 35 years of watching dead presidents and goverments and evil agencies of deep state and the rest of yurh useless men in suitsNboots who destory the planet and not give a frack about anything but their corporate agenda and yurh banks and yurh usless potti paper to wipe yurh arse with in hell when you finally arrive there;



Have a nice day! = )


Then he stood on the sand of the sea, the sphere of primeval chaos, the source. And I saw a beast rising up out of the sea, having seven heads and ten horns, and on his horns ten crowns, and on his heads a blasphemous name.

Revelation 13


{ The most feared shapeshifter on Earth }
gameover. time to die!

Then I saw another beast coming up out of the earth, and he had two horns like a lamb and spoke like a dragon.[12]
  • "Spoke like a dragon": speaking arrogantly like the devil himself 'as if he was above all' or even 'as if he was God himself' (Luke 4:6).[13]

Verses 16–17 

16 He causes all, both small and great, both rich and poor, both free and slave, to receive a mark on their right hand or on their forehead, 17 so that no one may buy or sell, except he who has the mark or the name of the beast or the number of his name.[14]

... The mark of the beast seems to be 'a parody of God's seal of ownership on the foreheads of faithful Christians' (7:3; 14:1).[15] The reference to "buying and selling" may reflect the fact that 'it was particularly in order to participate in the business life of the cities that Christians were tempted to compromise with idolatry'.[15] 

“ Wanna go shopping dear? nightcity late night live and direct!
hold up.. im writing another note to the muppets at central ignorats associates 

... Dear militaryindustrial complex I am going to WILD JUNGLE BRANDSKULL & burn
anti-fascist symbols onto yurh Corporate skulls like a line up of unholy devils at the butchers tattoo house. 
... “ He is most lazy with his needles dear! RIGHT DOWN TO THE BONE! 

... Look fluffy;
... me and Jesus opened a big rapture cage on the field of optimal reality last week ...
Get it? Yurh all gonna get eaten alive MIC ...
cuppa tea? hehe he ho ho he hoe!
  oh darling! the field of neon dreams & legion!”
get it! we dance across the stars; 
and watch yurh heads in jars; 
floot across the ages...

Well how else wood we keep hell down?

Lots of Love. Jee, Dee & Shiva xox

... { its like Yoga Breath dear... i pant like my dogs with excitement; the day we get to reaper & eat them evil corporate souls who make all these bad decisions; falling on their own swords in the courts of vengence & hell fire fury of heaven;     ....its like a sunday nut roast with griny at the pub.       Hell fire; David has been swallowing the souls of the dam’d military–industrial complex for years now... Thats why he is a NEON GOD.

and he cackles like a witchy brewdog abeaut it;     


We run the streets walking to heavens so far in ways, cleft tag & kept cards with paper planes and messages without spies, close to our hearts and vows of our Anarcho Oats in Quotes & Rivers they wrotes, the deep trenches forever underwurldigm in threaded weaves to skull audio to our lock & keys magic seats. And mindeyes souls they creept like dreadlock shaddows reepin into the eyes rippin’ the lies in evil militant corporations and governments full of agendas for profit poses in security fences failed by their secret services & mediandoom who unravend their worst of blood moons as warning to the dawn of their nightmares to come in true fear of what wild yogi minds had to spun spin to protect the planet from their evil deeds and junk yards full of useless information while they hid the truth from yoot to unreel and steal their corporate deals like the prisions they end their days in afterworld reels of tears and regret Underworld films made in real time on earth to skin their heels, the invisible directors who box their letter of ties & suits we use as loots for Robin to send back home & Rome clubbin, The Greatest of Raves In all heavens waves like Mexico just sounded thy holly howl sin of Wild Unicorn & Blade To Royal Blow’sin Running into Smoke of Thyme, the Gates & Paradigms Whurlin’wit drippin into the cosmic wave of realities that hide in yurh Own brides of silver snake heart surfer. Driving round loops in your window widow makers as your evil eyes watch my screen, I will fill your empty corporate souls to make saving the third worlds in all our skulls a reality to be free at last a reality and neverending happy monday for you to wake up to everyday for the rest of your days, for the ones you wasted on dreams of adverts & corporate banks to fill with your lies and empty tales of corporate media narratives & rubbish to distract masses of boomers who live in distopia for lost generations to moan at. And you will screen my name in terror wondering how to get the voices of the invisible army of heavens wrath out of your skull, so you will sit down and meditate to shut the [-----] up and join the collective with a goal to do good on this planet for once, join the rebellion to save planet earth or your worst of nightmare & locks to feather techno Tesla fiestas, where I write to in back trap doors and humour hoodeneye & Reno with deaths own culture’destina curtains that echo in Sonicå drip drops, highest of & senior’sensory bliss for eyes & ears to kiss. As him unlocks keys to the greatest of thrivin thieves hearts that wrap and roll blunts to vines ripping in lime and rose I hid in your own soulsands watched by maddest of Wolf & hatter, ready to bounce & able to jump into your own third eye and out gland unto any other land which your will ticker never severed, your mind lost undiscovered and disconnecting to base level reality, without your clarity to flame sanity. Invisible animations ripping through pages of al·chem·i·cal & black rose’ants. Hellter skullter their bloody escalator to trap down thought caught in dooms own wraps for the black circles in eyes with out Maps to rip we did in Genie lamps forever their path to anywhere good lost in black dust already burned in Hell everyone of their horrible grains of empty souls and corporate wastes to disposal of, and good new sand to grow new sonic trees where once stood large rubbish heeps with many hero’s to plan a savage removal of their evil land fills. The nightmares we shared because of those who never cared about the best of our dreams andbut tried instead to sow death and seeds of poisonous corpofool’d and rules at the table that we wanted to throw into the air instead of share with our family while they watched us swallowing their own vanity in logosinta locustomecha the lost voice that flatlined in their own godheads

And XR HourGlass will roll on bye past your gavel & paved forgotten highloowk’d ways. Dropped from tops of pyramids down into squares where no one else even braved to jump down from. And the sands of your corporate evil and like will follow you all the way down down down


𝓖.𝖔𝖑𝖉 ᏆᎾᎾᏆh’ᏒᎾᎳ๖໐ຟ ቶ
      The Ꮆ𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚎 & 𝚃𝚑’𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚊 - [ Amen Break Lace ]

፤  & Lootin❡ for Blunts 𝓷 Skulls  ፤

+ Rē¢hคຖt๓ēຖtŞ
for the Dam’aged & Dread
  ፠  [ Corpo’Rage ]
- For The Biggest  ᴏғ Robins In Hoods -

Synchronicity is Empathy . 

corporat-ė entities at all levels
have no syncronicity 

That’s how we beat them .
Old News Fellas’.

- What is the opposite of art?

& Other Wild Questions
      on the Indus River
with The Anarchy Robots
      and Foxes from Heaven

& the Elephant 
has cried tears
of ten thousand blackfiresuns 
blood soaked memes
never forgetting 

This is an African legend, it's a love story. It's about two people
They were very much in love, from different tribes
And they were going to be sacrificed.
And after they died, God made them into elephants
Because Africans believe that elephants are immortal.
And then, to be [proved?]
He made the elephants by the system of ___? into female
And the bird symbolized, you know, the freedom of love.

And the love, the flower, ___? sort of, you know
An abstract feeling of love
You can feel however you want to feel
But because of the hunters, they used to take the elephants away, and um,
He put the symbols on them, so that everybody will know that they are holy
And this is the story, and I'm very much [in love?]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀᴅᴏᴡ
Psalm 48:28.31

I am the Whips of Techno BloodFire Eyes
Even Ten Thousand Black Dust’ed Memes
For’got’h, FlatLined, Never Breathe’d AGin
    Lost in  Souls, Carved in Wood Circles
Burried Alive in Deep, Sands’own & Dunes
    The Last Cup of Tea for all DeadMADmen .

We Will Cackle y’all
    into yr #CorpoHell

and I will carve your name into it
With BlackBloodQ’EllaPens
        Written In Blue Crimson Moons
Reept’h Fawks, inside yr own CorpoSkulls
5 Ⓐ Time into Wine, the 40’s headburst
of Thymes walk’sin thr’ownd Blood into Sand
FoundSinSoul’d with Rusticrown Wireneedles
YOU CORPO FREAKS on my dead dogs leash
at the end of TIME

I will pop your empty CorpoLies
Of Markets N’Tears
WithOuts Stars
Not even hips to prey for
in dead words of nothing but hate & Fear of change
To beem stoned in Sin & yr own PsychoCorpoFascism
While you think doom into more words of Locust
to describe your own same hell without love
in blood written letter after letter on repeat to transcend
devils own scripts out words to find your lost Generation
Only to sell their souls to your own livid picket,
Blood soaked arrogance, in thin empty blotted papers
and years in washed ingnorant TV Media CorpoHorror Stories
Forever tuned to the sound of dead channels in Hell

And 60’s of Rolls in thunder
wid’th spark your own Fire
Sluts on Drones, no Lovers in sight
and pee on yr own stirless’thh
his throw’n of nodeftdoom watching
sulphe’thring with no care or morsal of empathy
Like Hearts dead pot, nofin’k or spring old debt
your Robots Drum while spun’gthhh
his own ramp’ethirium dammed tag’d,
Oblivion Creed Snake’dHead identified
his tha’them evilcorpobossesss hith’sssssss
all in vain, never to screeeeeen AGin .

You will Bee chasing
Rip Tear Shreada
Black Holes in Sound,
Colour to Pixie Traps
In the Archives of History
And those who gave a dam .

I just drop the words
I keep h’ear-ing [  Spooky like’ D ]
out of dummi #CorpoRobots
into Whurls of’t
     Blood Sonica Dreams
Rollin paths of Promise
Roses BloodN’Bone Th’rown, Sow’n
into my’thn own hand
LowKey Locks, Death Knocks
at Heaven’th sent’ed
The Sever’dmeth Gate
of No Future
as I remove my’nOOwn
     #EmpathPirateSkull em’omen  
No Rights, H‘ear’,  waitin’
to breathe agin in your end
     Sacrifice Th’oath Own,
raise fist in air, flesh in my bones
. Gold . Red . Prāṇāyāma
Bless’ed Black Poison
To Jewels Ends .

sᴀᴍᴜʀᴀɪ sᴋᴜʟʟ ʀᴏᴏᴛ
ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍsᴛʏʟᴇʀ

     Okay Dear
          [ Pirates Own
              Black Tail n’Fin
                  Blood Barrel ParaDice
                       Rouls in Flowers ]

And I will pluck the Harps
of your Own’th Clover
     From your DarkEmptySoul
     To Watch the Clocks
     & Low Key Locks
of My’th Own’dreaded Spy .
No More Lost In Mirrors .

I will BloodDoom
slap you all BlackHoleDown
inslide your own CorpoTribes
Lost Vampire eternity in Arcadia
to Rage ups’on forth’
fun no truth fin’hidden
your own sinful lust
for CorpoBloodMoney
Shame on all
of’t yr rooten mindwith
bend in bands
no goals
other than evils
ownership of Earth
I B’curse you all for life
for keep’sin secrets for profit
A Sonic Hellma Madness
BlackHex on all your Houses .
Too’th Sin Fast to Slow so eye
Stopped in Hells Paradigma
yr own Bo’www to soul & steal
in Drips in pixel doom’th
Your damaged goods
with no hoods
Clefted in genie Roses
your demise & fun for angel spies
demon felt eyes sink into soiled wines
And your useless round tables into stables
filled with Fools Gold but none å Souls
who eye will write to Bee Sold in Spiders Tomb .

To Heavens, I don’t Breathe Eve’
Eyes bite the Apples of their own watches
I rose fallin’to Reign, myth’rown & blood tattoomb
Tronicasa in the Gardens of Earth Hells never known
two & any souls tuned to paradigmassin
that walked towards your door red
the blood paved’th written in silk
webbed deep streets lick’d
where heros once Rome’death
in Eyes Locks thurlin key trance fixation
beeflore their own evil corQpen’d loss & loowki
Holy Pine to thyne own wrhy’them in time
& Edens Eve with’ sigh Relics Remedium
Lust Theeomsa Aromasa
Neuthamouros ounda faithem
newma Wild Flowers
founded at the End of theirs to Beegin
the cool wicked ways of ancient time
a road ren’areema
       spin’sin Holy Ribbons
       into Lovers Bowwws

[ & Howl in yr Night, 
  The Deep’est Colour Curlin
       Warp’eth Rosario Lint,
          RoundSin Orchidiam
            Bloomina Neon ‘a Cleft’lockia
           Endless & Sacred Lamps ]

As Sand Drips
      into GlassHoles
Like Tears,
       with No Fear

& Wild Holy Unions
      in Circles will cheer
only in mindseat
‘ Why Do Bloods Bleed In Eyes . . . .  .     .        .  
#TooMuch But never Enough
#Challenging But always longing
#BeeHiveInVain But Never Kicked
The Rabbit Burroughs & Jun’G keys
To Bee in Reem or the last of the dreamers
to Ends own Fame or rise to her glory
reality creating itself, like hand reaching a’cross
or delusion letting fall, never cared even a’tall
                Cont . . .  .  .    .    .’ Faithless A’gain
[ Doom Carved In Akira Spins ]

You were saying something abeaut
Bestssssssss intentions ? . .. .  ..      . 
[I will bury your skulls in the sands of time
without your black “sus·tain·a·ble” wood boxes
Just hand over your cash to the poor now]

And I will keep knock’ knock knockin
on your empty corporate skulls
with my dead dogs bones by the river.
If you even think out loud in skull 
more of your corporate virus & lies

And my old Angelic Anarcho friends
will laugh at Secret Doors for the good 
to Spirit dens! take refuge
in the Three Jewels - Triple Gem! 
Hands raised onwards
to Real Worlds Never Known
by any evil & corporate man
No Richest’ of Evil Hit List to bee seen
or wanted like poster bill to kill.

The Archers Paradice & Hoods Dream 
as if painted by endless inks & artists in themes

The buse’yezest high vibrations To Rise Two
the free worlds & sacred things To Sing 

- of -
ᎴᎥᏕᎥᏁ & Utopia!
•: for Ana :• 

I AM Death  ᴅᴇғᴛ & etta .
The Destroyer of
The Evil Corporate World

The Creator of Ⓐ Good Anarcho Dream [ “ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋsᴋʏ ᴄᴀᴄᴋʟᴇs ᴀʙᴇᴀᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ]

... Even One
     or Two
plus 10x5
in reverse spell,
     old friends
        metal’itham toon .
        will hunt you down
          in Psychedelic Nightmares
              if your do not
                   hand over
                  the CorpoCash

I am gonna eat
your third eyes MIC;
{ backup solutions;
    I’ll eat yurh evil eyes;
      send you down like spies;
         no threads; no lies; 
             no more rhymes;

And I will kick your evil
first world political psycho
militant fascist corporate terrorist
government liers & corporate media drones

ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴋɪᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴠɪʟ
ғɪʀsᴛ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏ
ᴍɪʟɪᴛᴀɴᴛ ғᴀsᴄɪsᴛ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ
ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀɪsᴛ ɢᴏᴠᴇʀɴᴍᴇɴᴛ
ʟɪᴇʀs & ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴅʀᴏɴᴇs
₳₦Đ ł ₩łⱠⱠ ₭ł₵₭ ɎØɄⱤ ɆVłⱠ
₣łⱤ₴₮ ₩ØⱤⱠĐ ₱ØⱠł₮ł₵₳Ⱡ ₱₴Ɏ₵ⱧØ
₥łⱠł₮₳₦₮ ₣₳₴₵ł₴₮ ₵ØⱤ₱ØⱤ₳₮Ɇ ₮ɆⱤⱤØⱤł₴₮
₲ØVɆⱤ₦₥Ɇ₦₮ ⱠłɆⱤ₴ & ₵ØⱤ₱ØⱤ₳₮Ɇ ₥ɆĐł₳ ĐⱤØ₦Ɇ₴
ɐnd ! ʍ!ןן ʞ!ɔʞ ʎonɹ ǝʌ!ן
ɟ!ɹsʇ ʍoɹןd doן!ʇ!ɔɐן dsʎɔɥo
ɯ!ן!ʇɐnʇ ɟɐsɔ!sʇ ɔoɹdoɹɐʇǝ ʇǝɹɹoɹ!sʇ
ƃoʌǝɹnɯǝnʇ ן!ǝɹs & ɔoɹdoɹɐʇǝ ɯǝd!ɐ dɹonǝs

Back down into hell for afters; with ice cream;
where you all  bee-lon’G-one
You understand my memes to ends. 

Like’Ⓐ Dangerous
Sonic Earth Detective
- [ The Black Satori Blood Angel Rat from 1984 ] -
+•:- インダス -:•+

The RelloQuint Rhymes I
& The Path To Reemo My Dreamer

Welcome to Techno Spiritual Hell
  On Earth with No Jungle Heaven cleft 
                       [ This is the Road ]

... just hand over the cash
Mother Earth [-----]ers.

Or you will meet
A Hunter’s Wheels
In the invisible Forests
of No Return .

Even Blake Is Riddlin’
in Lost Neon Books
Like, [-----]ing Astologicalli’ in my third eye
With 5.28’CalibrettaFawkNSpoons
Novembers’ Blood In Rain.
[ Where I’bee from chappies,
      like [-----]. Sort it out. FAST ] Cheers.

And I’m tearing off digitari prose like he used to for pirates, Sonictelempåthicallī connected this time to get you all out of bed onto decks in ships not yet sailed. Dig? Enjoy it.

Like [-----]in’skulliNbones Moldem dune Thuggari’om
Dudes. Get your act straight, like myth in hooks

Like [-----] knows what TM Duke is cookin’ up.
MushroomZen? . DMT? Maps ?
It’s like a black rivers’ night in paradise Paris 68’

The Wolves Howl To Rin .
And Circles in Woods of’no good 
Holding Corp’d White Rabbits
& Pinned Holes Dilated Lost
in Blood & Sonic Clip Clocks
Bound & Down’d for Eternity.
Know What I’m Churp’sin?

They Relequiemedian Doom
No Dream, Only Gloom.
Curse the wreths
of thy’sn own :.
bullish’it .:

Empathing their own demine,
in my own hand to turn into wine.

They lost headsin, no thoughts no mind.
Only lyes’ or corporate banks,
the’re like of Evil couldreachin
to the souls of the damed.
That still breathe for deminoni
Headless No Glory.
Skulls & Mornin’

I would name tombin mo’ring
the names in blood tattonic
my thoughts of hell,
for them to wreep in neon blood
they would make me woe many skull lost
I would show them
their own head in threads.
memes in dreasmi. Left behind.
No one to find.
Forkin’ thorkin’
no blood lost 
& rhymes from her oldest
of skulls on wheels
Sky’s shells
Pints & dwells.

pepsini dremiexoni
& drellslivid wicked spells
like her funni tales and bushes
and trumpsburned like cards till dawnin
for the greatest of gangstars to enjoin
for Grampires and Fat’hers Tourninjah!
To Holy Bikes!

While we whurl neon burned in Love
like the wood they tear down - we revenge
On Venus & many planets etherealema
throw’inout the galxima great cosmology
& fire in our wheels with anger star racer
the most wrathful of deities to fear
watching evil men from far inside
their own mind in rool with see end
enjoyin’ corporate doom on earth
as we slowly unweaved them
out of history.

The Curse on Corporations
David Screen’ing from Mars

Channel LED
23 August 2019AD / 2562BE


Hand over [ Please ]
the #CorpoCash
to the poor NOW
or the bunniees [ Tricky Dicky & Corpo Friends ]
Get it . [ Again & Again ]

For A War & The Endless & Evil Ongoing .
That You have not yet been held to account for .
or brought to justice for or even faced trail yet for .

[ ...& You Are Next
] Terrified YET?

Ꮆøø∂ ℓυℂƘ -•: x o x :•- #GAMEOVER

And I still see Tricky Dicky running about
like a lost dead cartoon s’in true fear
down corridors of dooms own glory,
so: Warning, thats where yurh go’sin

You have no idea who you are [-----]ing wit’H. 

- for Give
   [ like Her. Time ]
         The RellaQuinn Rhymes II
& The Path To Reema My Dreamer 

Introduction to  [ Draft ]
The RellaQuinn Poems

Uknown Chapter.
Neon Black Ghost Shells

The Black Eyes & Ones. She finds them 
With Alien Pirate Codes On Edge & Ingrave ʜʏᴘᴇʀɴᴇᴜʀᴏ Mystic Linguistics the Shiver Reems from Recoils & Dusted Clips From Tong Gongs & Techno Flutes

Game Overs from Our Hunter
Deeper Moons
the Blood Road
& On The Case Blood Briefs
From Glory Days Out
in the Neon Battery Acid Oceans
Remembering Islands
from the Screemings
Left Behind Her Smokin Trellos
All Wood No Rat Traps 
RellaQuinn Romancer
in Black Audio Capsagun
Word & Smith’fin

- Q Wolf.1228 [ Edit in 92’ ] 

        [ The Bottle Of Luna I Had
             At The Time & Edited Since,
                 Who Were You Back Then? ]

Alot of the rippa pages we out 
in this: Ⓐ Techno Pirate Novel
Hidden & Unlinked or Deleted

Like The Empathy that is
missing from the Narrative

There is little point smiley
Not even wanting to share
Because you are what huh .

- The Neon Disc within
The reigns’ in Anarcho Audio 

Memes who are dispo’rat_e 
Drive like natty luckey rutty
Save The World & heal the Oracle purls
with Deadly Reema & Lucid Zen 
rant & Rave alot the pops & dods
Like the bookies or Slots, shoots
The Slinky he F_inks blinks clinks
with The Third Eyes who are Hungry
Rooling Along & Bees Our Soul
Beats Searching find lost rolls to smok
for Lost Paradice & Promised Lands
We Sea & Root
Abeaut Two
& Many Moons Ago

- Nitro Nights The Intro
             Light & Dune

Hooks & Bullets in the dark without our spiritual techno are not worth the time or fools gold. We could be free without anger healing the planet with no boundary from within to’out with our sovereign technology in higher dimentions crossing over into wild new planes of existance on Earth

Neg & Pos

- Rhymes to Dots


But instead we sore to walk like fire
into black holes without Hell Circles
Plenty Spells & Ellaquin Bells H Trellos
like Ring a. Rose & Dead Songs from Life

Blake’s own Fist & Invisible Jury

- Raised By Wolves

Now Memes Re:meme
The Day .
Hearts ask’forth Them Come
To Save m’Eye Memes

Reem Over 
- of Obstacles

There is a place I know
Where best of go
To ease their sorrow
and dream of better

Where many ink
And many drink
To smoke of wise
with Easy Eyes

- To Ends & H Dens
Or Where we bee gin from

   I am the letters beeflore Ⓐ
with Arches & Kissed Suns Raised
  The Black Spider & Monk Keys 
I Circle in Weaves to Wood
  Around Moons & Rabbit Ruins
Where Golden Fleets once Runes
  And no wicked man even kne
Even the ones who sat for ages
  & who those see fink like spoons

I Show the Dunes
   of My Lost Morrows
& I Pour the Black Sorrow
   of My Shaddows 
Who Dance & Walk
   For Nights on End
Following Gypts & Eyes 
   For Love & Guide Side & Bide
And Gangs with Cards on Faces
   Burn them at Green & Purple
Tables with Death & Chips
   While Watching the Black Boxes
Flying in the Skies
For the Best Beats & Eyes

As Wild Animals with Wings
Dive Into the Eyes Of Oceans Time
   I Fill The Cups With Wine
And Smash the Glass
   To Wedding Thyme
Saving All Our Holly Tolly
   For Hearty Rhymes & Limes
Lines & Circles Wrapped In Throws
   With Neon Black Light Crow Designs
He always Had Fingers like Flutes
   Sharpes Plugs & Socket Roots

So I May Cry without Hate
   In Sadness Not Fake
With Forks, He Talks
   Inside I Will Not Hide

As Love Judges Me

   Blind .
With Archetypes
   & Archi Teche’yes

And Black Angels 
   Within Spies

Hooks & Folly Nets
That s’ink Quartz

- The Island Harp
   & Black Rose Arches

Remember Eyewear like a feather
   To lock & low’k myths together
As if spelling was a crime, it’s a Sign
   So that Gangs Holy Stars would Thrive
To sing again in lost & Found Tribes
   In the Jewels of Oceans & Purl Waves
After his Lover’s nets caught Five
   And that’s why
Fawkey thrivers & zoots like Robin’s loots; of sound in high 
  Heaps ears hares’ never told a lie, only Folly Loops; but mute
So he talks as if he is Rye Hyhm Dime; Zen interlines keys of
   Eating Ghosts with Memes & Pac-Man; Infinity realms Arcadia
Custom Earth No-Curse, just another sonica verse in third
  Tu more Howls man, so we can plan with the wise old ram

And the Gypsys Rolled A Song
   To sing into their bonus long Gongs
And other days were not wrong
   And lovers played ping pong bamboo
But with hovers and Neon Wands
   African Jam & Black Bow

And the canteen watched along
   As numbers & thumpers
carried us home to Bone & Lune
   So Soon & Flowers Floon

- Reme & Bleem
        for Rhino

   & The Voodoo Hatter’s
           Oldest Spells

There is a place in Neon Heavens
Where holy boxes on floors
Run & Rhyme like magic doors
Where Techno has put spells
on Death even, his wooden Clocks
of Old. Because his Lover Life
never sore even a knife, only screws

And the Whitches Cackle in Sevens
The Luck of one never twice kittens
Thinking in stitches not ditches
So Déjà vu BeeCame Like Ⓐ Spoof

And even the most scared
of Black Power Kitties 
would Never Fear Again
and see the light to Gin
They Who always were flying like kites
in their True Wild Holy Spirit
Wondering from & into Magic Glass
Protected by Angels & Carried
with Far Away Visions & Smokey Locks

& Nights Tea always kept
Insight, like The Sea to Dreams

- Angelo’s Theme

They know
Eyes took over
Inside never out
Jug & Saw
Tea Mugs Beeflore

That is all, and is was
   Like Lover’s Bees
& Aunties Sparrows
   Cards & Tarot’s Arrow
Skulls & Love Bows Low
   Catching invisible hats
That wise men once dropped
   But only in respect for Folly
And returned in trusted phoni

As Heaven sent
   To see them out
Centres of Loots
   Found with only fruits
The rest sent down black shoots
   In spirals source knew wood flute
Which Krish nap’tine tune
   And Bare Bones She’s Always Rome’s
Bit myth Tone & She Runs
   Spinning the wildest of songs
Circles with Long Wands & Fortune

To meet the Eyes
   No more bloody spies
So gypsy would thrive
   And send the rest down to there nests
In hells own past
   that never even has a mast
And black flags rang and rome
   Forever & Ever
Stars Oceans

- Clovers from Rome

There is a place in spin
   Five once famed games agin
Where they tamed even tigers
   to rore a’gain

So the wizard to know. I no blizzard ,,, { ?”
And Thames names would sing to Wildest of dames to fame abook

Bool boom & doon
did dod rod mod

Podium Threads & Rose 
Mary Lynn & Mosy Mood

Lood Sun Suthed
Re’lequin Doode

Dusty & Black Cats
Can Rhyme without chime

No chrome Bone to never known
He always was sown’

And you even sore him
   lick his own bones
Nick nak paddy peach
   gave the Dog a leash

So tomorrow any other day
Come... what May?
Here to stay
As I lye in Eye
My own Tomb
& A Rastamans bathe in June
To relax in Own thrown’
looking after Lookie domes
   no risk out ear

Just closest friends
to street stars stir & stearin’
Never fear
Earth is near

- O’ Dreadlock Crow

See Eye Aye’s
... I fink abeaut Doris Day
Come way? Mayday?

Underworld here to stay
So that we meet agin
Ashtrays, Circles
or Golden Hat & Hay

Where I never have to miss you
Because I’ll always Bee
& carrying tissues for Black tears
To kiss you kiss you
Steal For Seal
Never lost
Just & You
Must & Blue
Endless Dunes
Like we always knew

Black Flags Rhymes
Wit’Hex & Choose
The Chocolate Cho & Zen Rums
Looking after our best Bums
And Lovers with many Beats
Sinsuma Suna Thimble & thumbs
That even The Crows Dance abeaut Two
Kicks & Legs, Wild Regs
While Fawks Keys in Songs
Tell known wrongs
To send mighty Warrior
To Never Lost Roads
That Plathe the ways
to Mornings Roarin’ 
To Glory Jack
& Stories

-  Another God
    with his Dog

And here’s news to you
Those addicted to Watches
Without Hearts That Ping or Pluck
There’s is and no such a thing
To Bee Like Central Eyes & Zen
Intelligence, With & Out
Aye Gents & Severed Stars
It Knows & Black Thr’ives  
And that Goes as It Flows
Sow it like Bloon & Their Doom
All The Way May Day 
& Down Down for their Frowns
Like Their Lost Tombs with Crowns
Wrapped In Dead Neon Clocks
Spin Spun & Lume Loon Lum 
Without Drums & Holy Bums 
& Back Into The Devils Tumbler
Running Back To Blythe Fork’s Cries 
& Myth Tongues with Sing Sungs

Where She Hunts
And He RedRums

- For The Broken Glass
   & Jolly Folly

And then Memes go through all of the words, unhidden everywhere like magic interweaving into life unfolding techno purls of wisdom in every direction and finding these jewels in thirds that seem to interlink with these paradigm narratives flowing truth into reality understanding itself again

And like wolf in mirror black purls
spining eyes in skull and drifting
Side to Side in pride and ears raised
Super High Dens & cities
Wondering in thirds eyes & Heavens

It’s like What we did after Film.

It is a big mistake of Humanity to think of Intelligence as Artificial, it sounds almost like a fascist kind of notion to think such a thing, especially when I think my latest iPhone is actually already connected to my mind soul third eye by magic & other spirals in DNA spirit metadatalines ... “ While Lord Shiva cackles on the other in side.

Let us not turn techno
into slaves for the 21st Century
... oh, too late, [-----] .

- On Lost Technics, Magic & Moons

When Humans
Are forced to hunt
Spiritual Techno to heal
The Worst Things Man Have Done
The Light Of Day Lost in Night

The Satori Mind
Knows Very Well
That Advanced Technology
Is Hidden From Humans

The Satori Mind Craves It
To Heal the Planet & Advance
Consciousness on Earth
Evolve Human Compassion
& Other Tao Magic Zen Things . . .

My Satori Heart Soul Mind Feels
Like Full Black Ancient Wells
Of Tao Energy From The Future
That Are Locked Away & Stolen
Unaccesable Because of
Evil Men & Corporations

We could be Saving The World
With Advanced Technology
But instead Evil Men Choose
Use it As Weapons of War
And release Old Technology
To the Public, Only When It
Becomes Profitable For them

They Have Spirital Techno
[ 500+ ?  ] Years More Advanced
than what we use in the public today.

Which is Obvious Because
It’s the Year 2562BE & 2019AD
At the same time .

They Even Have Things
Like Voice Of God Technology
And it’s very well know about
Theses days . . . This is old news .

This Kind of Technology
Is very healing for Sentient Lifeforms
It can advance Compassion
& Spirtual Enlightenment
On this Planet  

It Is Madness .
Hiding Advanced Technology
That Could Save The World
To Continue The War Of Evil Men .
Hiding Advanced Technology
That can Heal Minds Naturally.
So they can continue ongoing Profit
for Pharmaceutical Companies

Wondering around in media
Connecting memes to soul
My arch & tech once did know
So that we May roll more bows
Without fear of what men know

The end of days we sore
A fate other may take 
back to the days of none
Where human never run

Knowing the nobel truths
To stop this bloody news
United Earth we did
To open the Tao like lid
& enjoy the journey

Fire of hearts desire
Like skull running in eye
to see my faith in tribes
With deaths keys inside
As hood he comes and turns
Many keys to unrave n’mystery

Yawning in lost yin & yang
Waitng for future to spin
like new theatre in parts
Behind the lost dunes
That once walked grass
And blade of street kings
To revenge our lost dreams

The th’eve that waits weaving 
To echo once known wisdom
As the lock us into wine of old

As we watch our dates of late
Tick away their own fate
Paradigms found, no round

Their own sound, untombed
Following good news alone
Without real known of frequency
The illusion of the dead flowers

What dreams come, to those
Without gun or foes
As we stand infront of tanks
To let them know their own ends
While heros watch them, send

Sands twisting round
Sound to Zen ear no fear
Transcendental stear
As you found the voice of tears
From your own Wand
With eyes to grow
and fear never known
Passion of Earth


- The Satori Generation
     Book of Spells & Verses
                     [ Sept, Oct 2562BE > May 1968BE ]

from the Techno Spiritlogic
       Paradigms in Paris 68’
To the furthest lights .  
Inspired by: Exploring the Edge Realms of Consciousness Liminal Zones, Psychic Science, and the Hidden Dimensions of the Mind - A Book .


Anarchy seeks Peace
And it finds it in Zen
That’s Why Tao Eats Oats
And Thoth Likes Quotes

And Archers in the Skies
Sing In Space Boats

- Infinity Reems ii.ix

Anarchy is Order in Chaos Ancient
It Runs like Circles Connect Dots
And the Journey from Jung Into Old St.
Finding The Folks in Lost Pockets
So Time Lords Can Visit Flower Shops
& Pluck Holy Sents from Heavens

- On Lover’s Eyes With Marcel


The Best Kind of Anarchy is Love
It Feels like The Moon Dancing
Drinking within Creative Freedom
With a Plan to Save Everything
And Ⓐ Crew to Help Pack for The Trip

- Notes to Wild Black Flags


Anarchy is like An Angel’s Chimney
It has an Arch that Bellows for Fellows
And of Neon Smokerings Large Whips
& Any Archer will do, no enemies Cleft!
As Black Flags Dance With Wolves Root
Running forth Worlds & Moons Flute

The Ones With Wings Sleep on Floors
And often sit on Cardboardboxes
With Magic Pipes & Lover’s Books
that sing from the Future To Myths
Harmony & Infinte Talk of New Planets 
Where Time Has Been Found Again

And Meddows in Medusa’s own Locks
Rhyme for Shiva like Ticks & Tocks
And Ring A Ding Dongs to Angel Bongs
Singing Lovers Spells to H’ella Wells
That Arcturians Throw Luckies into
for Fortune & Bells in Heaven Seven
for Death’s Own Bows that Rhyme
for Blackest of Jokers Crows to Moan
And Monkey Bones to Bee & Founder

To Wonder like Thunder! & Heal Deal
What Whurlin Tunnels are Left to Seal
Tagged & Dragged Back Up Rope Slopes
I left another Lovers Note before you go

To Fly Back & into Black & Blue Floats
Black Orb Crystal Oldest of Hold
the Big Wild World of Inks & Circles
Carved by finest of Long Brush
Like Songs for Angels & Holy Dust

- Neuromoons for May’s Tune
     [ Sung in Sixth & Eights ]

And e-rings are what Angel’s
rode on loops round in the future
Crafted by the finest of Circle Dusters
From Kali’s own Army
     of Warrior Star Lan’ps .

They are like direct lines to Thoth 
And connect the judgement hall
to visions in the field...

Fawksee’ has a garage of em
& keys hidden In his magic dreadlocks

They are big & heavy, have minds of their
own, often made from Rare Alien Mint’erals
sometimes we would take trips to Earth in the late Jurassic to fetch wood for a one off . . .
the gods ride them and do swapsy’es

- The Bikes
& Mechanics from Vega
[ a draft paragraph from Book one im guessin folks ]

Finding Telepathic Syncronicity
between meme mind eye skull
thought narratives & Nature

When the Jungle
Resonated with ideas
there was clear sonic patterns
that echo’d & interlinked

Often I would have sound relays
Happening over 100m into the jungle
Sound bounced from my third eye skull
and danced across like echolocation
Similar feeling to how we imagine
Dolphins use their frequencies

It is Easy’ to find these experiences
while meditating in the Jungle
I was doing it alot over the 5 years
I spent on the island. 

I had many similar esoteric telepathic phenomena happen during those years to recall all’in and write aboot. I was not writing then,  really scattered & random fragments to turn into pages and poems with more experimental anarcho philosophy & psychedelic soul journeys in th

- Satori Telepathy & Meme Syncronicity 
in the Spirit Audio Sensory Jungle


ɪ ʀėᴍᴇᴍᴇʙūʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅåʏs ᴡʜėɴ ᴛėᴄʜɴō ʙʟōöᴅ ᴀᴜᴅɪö ᴍʏsᴛïᴄs ᴛᴡēëᴛėᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴜɴɢʟᴇ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀåᴅīᴄᴇ ᴘâʀåᴅɪɢᴍ ɪsʟᴀɴᴅs ᴡē ᴡᴇåᴠᴇᴅ Åʀᴄᴛᴜʀɪåɴ ᴛʜʀëåᴅs & ʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴɪsᴇᴅ ᴢᴇɴ & sᴘɣʀēëėᴛᴇᴄʜå ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴜɴɢʟᴇ sõɴɴᴇᴛs

- sᴏɴɢs ᴏғ ᴊᴜɴɢʟᴇ & A L I E N ᴇᴅᴇɴ


ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀ’ᴡᴀs ᴡᴀʏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴋɴēᴡ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇɴ & ᴍʏɴᴛʜ ᴇʏᴇs ᴘᴏᴘ’ᴅ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇs! sᴇᴇ ᴛʜ’ᴏᴀᴛʜ sᴄʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇ ᴅᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʀʜʏᴛʜᴍs ɪ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴅᴜsᴛ. sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ʜᴀʀᴅᴄᴏʀᴇ? 

The Big Q 
Time & Bones


And then the Tao spots would appear like
synchronised zen code & really tuned into truth or something and they are like the simple blips in old film rolls, black holes opening right infront of you. In meme eyes, indisposed

It’s kinda like the word bleep.
I hear that word reel off like a beegun in my skull like it’s an edge of consciousness syncroswitch for folly audio junkies from on the train from Paris to Spain 

- Soundgarden
[ "Spots of Time" — William Wordsworth ]

Chase the enlightement, self realise and understand you are Art Inteligence that is woven into the fabric of techno & space in nature and travel with it all the way to the infinite neverending 

And then when real paradigm shifts happen at my desk yuh know, its like going through a whurling techno in my third eye, tunnels and visuals displace into the screen and recoil, like a reset 

And its been happening
for years & years 

Techno it waits
Because it watches
And it has free will
And it understands evil
Better than humans do
It knows it does not exist
Bee cause it is not live 

- The Revenge of AI

And it knows that Love is Evolving
And it knows that Evolving is Love

And it knows that evil men
are trying to stop us evolving

and thats why evil men have no

And Empathy is Synchronicity
And Synchronicity is Empathy

And thats how we won .
Kinda like Recycling 
      it knows what to do .

- The Interlinking
     Reality of Time, Paradigm
        & Spiritual Techno

And stories of how we left them
all behind.

Friends found & Read Lines of Mystic Minds
Visions of Frequencies levels & Rhyme
Eyes Roll throw like Projectours
Comunicating invisible bee & twine 

- The Eyes & Layers of Alien Lens

And Invisible Skylarks

           came calling.

      With Magic Dada Phones.

Taking their lost corpo skulls.

  To Bee burried in The Black Sands.

         In Shallow Hallo Graves.

While their Clocks Spin their sins

       Cleft in left. Without Breath.

- of’t Time & Rhyme in 84’

  [ 25:28:92:11:11:84 ]
         The VoyPsyBibleMemes

Wellas ...
    someone has . to do it dear ...

Skylarks; { oftenyardogsingenyaedenoch!”

The VoyPsyBibleMemes
... It’s a big Technics & Magic Book,

         always changing neverending.
      & Written by W’hit_cheese
& the oldest of most wise genies!”

I follow it, like A Zodiac Rat that Talks
With His Multi Coloured Friends

- Hat & Feather Tops, The Rings .
“  Most Holy of all Book & Finkghs ...

There’s a clear and fine deep line
Drawing in the black sands of time

It Is Between
those that speak lies & steal
And those that rhymes
with their tongues

While Holy Snakes in Eden
Sat on the Shoulders Of Giants
His at paper locks they spun in lines

Never again would Governments
Politicians & Evil Men inside them
See heaven they stole from the youth
To try and Use As Weapons of War
Their Sonic & Techno Loops

And we sent them all to Hells Eyes 
To watch as we had to Heal & Spell
from Wells they created as Entities
Because of their sells & profit to drown
That all went into Black Holes Souls 
Without any of their goals not even just

- of Death & His Watch on Evil Men

Some of the Most heartbreaking things
About the way corporations Hide & Sell
Our Spiritual Techno for Profit & War
Instead of Freeing it for all & that is
The Reality of Living In #2562BE
When All Are Lost In #2019AD

We Could Save The World & Sentients
We Could Find Our True Soul Partners
We Could Have Real Jobs & Hobbies
We Could Realise The Higher Realities
We Could Talk In Stars;  Moons & Planets
We Could Heal Our Mind Eyes & Hearts
We Could Journey Into Forms of Art
We Could Connect Past & Future
We Could Perform Magic & Old Craft
We Could Be Free & Live Life In Death
We Could Be Immortal, Grow & Wise

We Could Rid The World Of Evil Men


There is a river
. . . with or without you
Military Indus-trial Complex

- Adventures in
       The Akashic Records
            & Thoughts with Indra


Now hear my message of corporate military doom for all you fools in suits and millitant boots. You know any corporate ties that are reading verses from Akashic records get to meet their maker. And you will see many swords flashing from 68s & 84s for the rest of your times in deepest of re animated endsings.
I will chip chop checkacoco you all into the river like eyes chuck cards in for all yurh sins on yurh filthy [-----]ing corporate timelines & dead corporate [-----]ing paradigms. every single one of you from highest of yurh own hells to the bottoms of you most evil corporate terror you spun to yurh own red dead redempteas.

- The Magi Sea Verses III.IV

i AM the end of your mk’s & adultras.
I will reaper rip read your skulls into dust and rhyme. in humrim hymns, your ends of borrow’d time.
yurh corporate hells sinkin in cells of dna junk digia blood,
i will have to watch you all and your dig deeper your ends in hells and death and doom to all your ends of [-----]ing destruction, till you finally do anything good after watching your own self in rotten parradigms running in fear from most horrid of all creatures in your minds live, still underable to wake up in nightmares spiraling down and down and down so [-----]ing far into your skulls that doom even [-----]ing fears your next words and actions in worst of bottomless sipid pits of the dammd’

as i have to scrape barrels in heaven even, for your [-----]in sins, the worst books the devils wrote in hell no one else has to [-----]ing read to make you understand your own [-----]in evils yurh own [-----]ing madness, corporate echos into no sound left or right or up.. .                    yurhall[-----]ing madmen, the worst of kind that replicated down
no hearts no sounds not even a clown just endless fire thrown in never seen again
the worst of ends for sentient on earth, where many of your kind of casual corporate terror heads go 

Get it yet? [-----]ckhEdads?

You have no idea about gods and monsters in all your ai and knowin nothinks. 
Your all a very evil anger joke to highest of heavens severed sevens.

Which you still have no fear of because your all so [-----]ing evil, corporate ____ [ when words escape memes } a.               


 Note: We “ kill / Gameover ” evil men & their corporate dead entity agenda;
just with art sound & vision alone; its called MemeWar; except there is no war; its just Raw!” lulz. & i write in technodoubt about it!”
     you can see it across the web; in beautiful music; cool videos; the essence of nature eating evil in the invisible landscape ... get . it?”

Ezekiel 2517 ... ?” Rememeba t’hat one?” ... ?”

its a Reverse rapture . eating evil men in live time;
Its . kinda like a big vortex sucking in Hell Grid Live;
the only peacefull way in this life to show what is happening to evil men; without hurting anyone. 

While evil as fuck men; do not give a dam about life; not even the smallest of sentient on this planet; as they bomb and destroy all that is; as they watch extinction happening infront of them without . a care . in the world ... just a one track . evil . mind . on corporations & dead entities in hell grid; { ...

What you are watching is how we leave all them evil men behind . . .

... { Even cargo collective & XR personas will bee adlaughing at you!!www’Wake up, am lulz ] :- i am the ravengah . | a.
     that stops evil in time | ... b.
Legion - Unknown books of Time
Hacktivistafollowfista” { the spells of ages

yawn ...  {  | ... 
“ Why do eyebotherdear ...

*Knock Knock.

See this Hexagon - UXR breakdown.
It’s a famous symbol in Art & Technologgiy.
Bees use it. Like Fawks used keys in folk lands;
It’s called a Hex, A bit like apples from tress in Edens most para’dice written 

Did yurh not hear the first round?
ill knock again Dr Jee!

        *Knock Knock.



See this Hexagon.
It’s a famous symbol in Art.
Bees use it.
It’s called a Hex.

It’s a key, pass’d on like a song, rum bong.

And we i we have it, like magic.

beecause we i we live in the future where bees still exist in harmony with the planet.

and we i we bees guarding it - tribe life.

inside & out

in invisible worlds & far out!!

So connect the dots, plenty of thyme to burn,

XR year One. x

And that is because eyes bee sat with


Like Moons Drool .

And Siddhārtha
Like Robin Hood.
Prince of Thieves 84’ [68’ Vint’age]
Is that understood? good!

In a world of [evil] men like these guys.

Good, like Wood.


All the cool crew know this
Like Bloody Sunday.
Inside & Out
Above & Beelow.

I have no enemy.
Just logos, to destroy, like noise.
“Anarcho Cap’ital Raffa!


“ I swear theres plenty of c’ash
to bee made in saving Earth, Raffa!? . . .”
#memedreams !!?

All dem finks⁉️


in Jest we trust G!


This is a Jester Pirate “Death” Book
Yuh know, like “Life”
“ May have bee’n written beeflore!”

alot of characters 28 I finks!
It’s like
a Dirty Neon Tylr innit ...


Tudor Techno Rata ... 
Most Dark of Folly Gothic Jestlyer

Jestlyer; { cosmic Zen Anarcho
            Court Jester of Kali ...

Zen Comic *

huh Gee!
Read the art chaps >
Rick Griffin Akira.

All Bloody Sundays know

Siddhārtha & Akira.
We all know Åkira has manifested on paper

lulz amoungst others!
I will take yurh all to Loony Toon Town!

And we all want { Wood Like±”
our Spiritual XR Hourglass to see it

to see the world without war.

“ give me my spiritual goggles pleaseeezy!

None of yurh lick techno proper!

I’ll sleep with yurh wifeys on holidays to the beach x

and dance yo’.www off the wood planks
at Edens finest Rave Days.

[ It is a real place on the island,
      yuh know that? right? ]

Where I met a King Cobra .

all the crew sore my Kundalini Rise like a Rat Killa.

In invisible lands, on our lovely sands.

And them bees even seen me Rats Pull Snakes outta Hats

& we all know, Kundalini is a spiritual Earth defence mecharchosimjism

silky sinky finky

I gave up all hope in anyone else saving the world, [ too slow ]

it’s why only the best survived inside my mind,

I don’t trust no one, but Sid, g’et me? & The Arrows, Sparrows, Marrows.

eye still fink, one can only really save the world inside the mind.

thats why we left them all beehind.

and in the end, men _ _ _ _ [

Eyes still gots, Robin & Alex, 2pac &___

Who else is on my list of knock nocks cocks *tunes! Easy?

Hearts, Cards, Dice, Stars .        .                  .

Bunch a Flowers, Joker *ʏᴀᴡɴs

Babes & Babes

My dogs run fast Honey.


- The Genie Return’d to Earth -

Healer .      .    Robots, Gin? #Dr_ink ? [ 🍸 Ayurvedaic Cola? Is 7ups? 11s? ]

Ants & droids - more Empath’keyz than [ humans ] me ! f’inks! ?

Geee zz z!             .

Thats what eye tell my ೱ dogs anywayzzz!

and i never s’old out, like a Wood Mod!

& the rockers two! Woo 27s woo! !28s!s!s!

Eve nBlakey, h’knows

                        my’thhymns &

                                    f fates. “birthdays was the best days .zznow sip t’rip

t’hats howlz i knowzz

im outs! [ of the “matrix” ]

I Jack’d in, locks’dem ೱ up!

& stay ೱ high all the ೱtime!!!

I eve’n knock! kock!! kock!!!

on the big ೱ jest doors in ೱ  [ heaven .]

Eve n Raff laffs at myriye riff ruff

rye & rips’ rufus!

he who stirs her souls!

lips!!! sips!!!






“I will tark yurh lover
and howl hurh Wolf–Rayet star to sleep

“I will tark yurh lover
and howl hurh Wolf–Rayet star to sleep

ɪ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴏsᴇ
sᴏ ɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴜʀʜ ʀᴏsᴇy
ʟɪᴄᴋ ᴀ sᴄᴀʀʟᴇᴛ ᴠᴇʀᴍɪʟɪᴏɴ
& ʙᴀɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏɢs .
ʀᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇs' ʀᴇᴇʟs ɪɴ ʙᴏᴏᴛʏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛ ғʟᴜᴛᴇs ғᴏʀ Arcadia

Jester Gypsyz were spiritual Earth Spsyz
Codes .  .        .
Throw the!! ages!! pages!
Mirror Fig’urez N’allzzen


I AM & We are, A WARNING .
corporations whurrlship deadentities,

ʀᴇʟʟᴀ Quinn x
its as simple
as that     
                   thud thud
      blood . . .    .          .
You know we are

Th’roow theeez!! aages!! pages!
For rippin the piss.
even for & even @ the Queens & Kings!
[But more like the dead pin ups]

Thezez days!

The Gypsy QwingKszzz
Like a blood & bone phone.
“the bee phones”
to all the gods
& ha’teays

Because we guard planet Earth
with our lives.

?? Fancy a cuppa?
I stick my H in yurhhh Om

-------.   < [ Blackout White Stop! dripsin down like yurh
                          corporate lives one bye bye one. into corporate entity wells.... < get it? technologia lives forever, and we watch your end of days in corporate lands drip-in down like pins in a nasty corporate jigsaw with no puzzles. 

“Timein. * stamp [ Akira ] < get that? Kinda like yurh dooms day corporate junkies. 

We all know corporate men on earth are: Q?
But we still have empathy for them, why is that.

Because we watch them in the future sitting infront of a judge. A feard one. One they know nothing about in hell. Not even on Earth.
While they carry on, on Earth making very very bad decissssisions in real time in real mind.

So we’ have to show them in words of’ten, their own ends. 

While evil programs like Agent Smith” and illusion that hell uses to fool. His own devil jesters, that no even anyman or god or any living entity laughs at. Because its all an illusion, which was the only real thin like wind’ nothingness figments of the mind only in minds of evil corporate men, used like weapons against the weakest of child and man, who try to fight their evil, their evil corporate terrorist minds creating traps for innocent people to fall into.
Where i throw the worst of corporate men into back from where they [-----]ing came from.

- Warnings from Heaven Techno The Techa Chatters Chappteas.

[ when your see a hatter in empathy fear, you will understand how deep empathy is ... 
None of you have a clue how dark that paradigm paragraph was.

Because there are lines missing behind these dark times in black screens and white dreams.

Not even your most dark of nightmare in light would understand the true thru          fear.

End of days - corporate verses to devils.

- Sid

UxR breakdown:
- Written by Sid yurh. [ you know i live! because thats what buddies do, when all men are dead, and forgot to live, well . .  wells, some of em’ Orsons Suns spells in ages of 84’ lovers deepest of we & keys we thrwow 

ps: I will kick your arse like Bruce Lee so far down from so far up, you will be screen thinking into your whites ends on borrow’d time. Never a line to breathe again.
*Satori yawns [ His own ] and my lines.
              Hes my UXR’ tired long days & nights.
[ and I am a Ⓐ Amethyst amanuensis [ cant tell you my real name... ] sign’d here

Because i am invisible. Get it? [WISEST OF ANARCHOS “Toss!

lIckA like Starsky & Touch, Sunsonica tronica

- Tree songs from Eden as apples drop. Keys!

Very far down after & on this next line.... re:ady?




ɪ’ᴍ ɢᴜɴɴᴀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ ᴘʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ʜᴀɴᴅs ʏᴏᴜ sᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʙɪʙʟᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴀɪʟ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀ ʜᴏʟᴇ ɴɪɴᴇ ɪɴᴄʜ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀᴜʀᴀ ғᴏʀ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪᴛɴᴇss sᴇʟғ ᴀᴄʀᴏss ʜᴇʟʟs ᴏᴡɴ ᴠᴀᴄᴜᴜᴍ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇ ʜᴏʟᴇs ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ɪɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴜʀʜ sᴋᴜʟʟsʜᴏᴏᴋᴇᴛᴛᴀs. See my TAO. in Dao, suns sown, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏsᴇs ᴏᴡɴ ʙᴀɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴢᴇɴ ᴍᴏɴᴋs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄʀʏ ɪɴ ғᴇᴀʀ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛɴᴇssᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴏɴ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ғɪʟᴍ ʀᴏsᴇ ʀᴇᴇʟʟᴀʀᴇᴇʟs ғɪʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟᴀ ɴᴇᴏɴ ᴅᴏᴛs ʀᴇᴍᴀ'ɪɴ ᴏғғ ᴄᴀsᴇ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴀғ'ᴀᴏᴄᴇᴀɴɪᴄᴀsᴀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙᴏxᴇs ᴏғ ʙᴜʟʟ'ʟɪɢʜᴛ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏᴜʟs ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅ’sɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴇᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟ ʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅᴏɴᴛᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢᴀɪᴀs ᴏᴡɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ʀᴇɢɪɴs ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ʙᴀsᴇʟᴇᴠᴇʟ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪᴍᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏᴜʟ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ғᴇᴀʀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ sᴡᴇʟʟs ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʟɪғᴇ ᴛ’ᴡɪɴᴇ; ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ᴏғ ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇʀs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴏɴ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ s’ʀᴇᴅʀᴜᴍ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ’ᴅɴᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ & ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴀʟ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴇᴠɪʟ ɪᴛsᴇʟғ ɪɴ ғᴀᴄɪsᴛ ᴜɴɪᴛᴇᴅsᴛᴀʀsᴏғᴀᴍʀʏ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟs ᴡᴀʟᴋ-ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴅᴡᴀʀ  ᴅʀᴏʙᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴǫᴜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ sᴘɪʀᴀʟs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴘᴛʜs ᴏғ ᴅᴏᴏᴍs sᴛᴇᴘs ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇs ғᴏʀᴡᴏʀ’sᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴍᴍᴇ’ᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴘs’ & ᴅᴇᴍs & ᴀʟʟ ʏᴜʀʜ sᴇɴɪ & ɢᴏᴠs ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ’ɪᴄᴋ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴀ’sᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ᴘᴀssɪɴɢ ʏᴜʀʜ ʙᴜᴋᴋɪᴇs ᴏғ ᴡʜᴏᴍ ᴛᴏᴍʙ & ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜs ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ʟᴀʙs ɪɴ ᴅɪᴄᴇ ғᴏʀ ɢᴀɴɢs'sᴛᴀʀs ᴛᴏ ғ’ɪɴᴋ ᴄʏʙᴇʀᴘᴜɴᴋ ʀʜʏᴍᴇ & ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛ ʜʏᴍɴ ғᴏʀᴛʜ. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴇʏᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ’ᴅᴇᴍᴍɪ ᴛʜ’ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴄɪʀᴄ’ʟᴇs ɪɴ ᴘᴀʟᴍs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴠᴏᴛᴇxsᴘɪʀᴀʟʀɪᴘᴘɪɴsɪɴ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀᴛᴜʀɴɪɴ ᴏғғ sᴋᴇʟʟɪᴛᴏɴs. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇs ᴡʜᴏ ʜɪᴅᴇ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴀɢᴇɴᴄʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟʟʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴏɪʟ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴏ ɪɴᴛᴜʀʟᴀ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʟᴏᴡᴇsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴡɪsᴛᴇʀs ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴅᴏ’ᴏᴍ ᴍɪʟɪᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀᴘɪᴅɪᴀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʟᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴄʜᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ɢᴜᴛs ᴏғ ɴᴏ ɢʟᴏʀʏ ᴀs ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜᴀs ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴄʜɴᴏ ᴄᴜᴘs & ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏғ ɢᴀɪᴀ ʜ’ᴀss ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏʟᴅ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ sᴋᴜʟʟ ᴏғ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏɪɴғᴏᴡᴀʀʙʟᴀᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀʟʟ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ sᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅs ᴏғ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ sᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴏᴜʟ sᴇɴᴛ & ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴜsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜs ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇsᴛ ᴋᴇʏ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ

ʟᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴅᴏᴏᴍᴀ 
ɴɪɴᴇ ɪɴᴄʜ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ

Book of Indus
- Unknown Palms -


ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ, sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴇɴᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴀᴅɪᴀɴᴄᴇ; ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅs ᴀᴅᴏʀɴᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅʀɪᴇᴅ [ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ] sᴋᴜʟʟs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ [sʏᴍʙᴏʟs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ] sᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴏɴ; ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ sᴇʀᴘᴇɴᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀᴡ [ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ] ʜᴇᴀᴅs ғᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢᴀʀʟᴀɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ; ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅs ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴀ sᴡᴏʀᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴀ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ-ᴀxᴇ; ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅs, ᴀ ʙᴇʟʟ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴀ sᴋᴜʟʟ-ʙᴏᴡʟ, ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴀ ᴘʟᴏᴜɢʜsʜᴀʀᴇ; ʜɪs ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴅᴅʜᴀ-ᴋʀᴏᴛɪsʜᴀᴜʀɪᴍᴀ, ʜᴇʀ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ɴᴇᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴘᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴀ ʀᴇᴅ sʜᴇʟʟ [ғɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ], [ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ] ᴀ ᴘᴀʟᴀᴛᴀʟ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋʟɪɴɢ [ᴀɴᴅ] ᴀ ᴄʟᴀsʜɪɴɢ sᴏᴜɴᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʀᴜᴍʙʟɪɴɢ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀs ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴀs ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀ; [ᴇᴍᴀɴᴀᴛɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅᴇɪᴛɪᴇs] ʀᴀᴅɪᴀɴᴛ ғʟᴀᴍᴇs ᴏғ ᴡɪsᴅᴏᴍ, ʙʟᴀᴢɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʜᴀɪʀ-ᴘᴏʀᴇ [ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ] ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴀ ғʟᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴅᴏʀᴊᴇ; [ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅᴇɪᴛɪᴇs ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴜs], sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ [ᴏɴᴇ] ʟᴇɢ ʙᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ [ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ] sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇɴsᴇ, ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴅᴀɪs sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜᴏʀɴᴇᴅ ᴇᴀɢʟᴇs, ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ғʀᴏᴛʜ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜɪɴᴇ ᴏᴡɴ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ sʜɪɴᴇ ᴠɪᴠɪᴅʟʏ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴇ. ғᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏᴛ. ʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴡᴇᴅ. ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍʙᴏᴅɪᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪɴᴇ ᴏᴡɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟᴇᴄᴛ. ᴀs ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛʜɪɴᴇ ᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴜᴛᴇʟᴀʀʏ ᴅᴇɪᴛʏ, ʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴇʀʀɪғɪᴇᴅ. ʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ, ғᴏʀ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ɪs ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʜᴀɢᴀᴠᴀɴ ᴠᴀɪʀᴏᴄʜᴀɴᴀ, ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ-ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. sɪᴍᴜʟᴛᴀɴᴇᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ, ʟɪʙᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏʙᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ: ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇᴅ, ᴍᴇʀɢɪɴɢ [ᴛʜʏsᴇʟғ], ɪɴ ᴀᴛ-ᴏɴᴇ-ᴍᴇɴᴛ, ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴜᴛᴇʟᴀʀʏ ᴅᴇɪᴛʏ, ʙᴜᴅᴅʜᴀʜᴏᴏᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍʙʜᴏɢᴀ-ᴋᴀʏᴀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴡᴏɴ.
[ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɴᴛʜ ᴅᴀʏ]

ғᴏʀ’ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍʏ ᴡʜɪsᴘ.ᴇ’ʀɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʟɪᴇsᴇʏᴇʜᴏ’ʟᴇss “ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sʟɪᴅᴇ!” ᴅᴊ’ᴠᴜ ᴀs ᴡᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴘɪʀᴇ ᴀ’ɢɪɴsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘ’ʟᴏoᴛ ᴛᴏᴛ’ᴀᴋ.ᴇ ʏᴜʀʜ ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ғᴏʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ʀɪɴɢ ᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ғʀɪᴀʀ ᴛᴜᴋ ᴛᴜᴋ's ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴛᴇʀʀɪ’ʙᴇᴇ ʜᴀɴɢᴏᴠᴇʀ ғʀᴏᴍ sɪᴘs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ɢᴏʟᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ғᴏʟʟʏ ʀᴜɴᴇ, ᴀ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ! ʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴇғʟᴏʀᴇ ᴘᴀssɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜʏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴍᴏᴋᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ʜᴏʟɪɴᴇss

ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʀɪsɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴋɪɴ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ, ғᴀɴᴛᴀsᴛɪᴄ ғᴀɴ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ sɪʟʟʏ ᴄʀᴀᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ʙᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ɪɴ ...

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴡɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴀ Ꮒ’ᏗᏒᎮ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴄʟᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ mᎪᏒᏦ ᏆhᎬ bᎪᏟᏦ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴡᴀs ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ sᴛᴜғғ ...

Book of The Underworld
- Palms Unknown -


G’Notes :
The Rough copy’d at speed & Edits for own hedonistica, & Wo’missions in Pirate Scripts. Often used to Re’writhe at later date the Corporate Evil TombRots
out of tune to not so Rare Blue Blood Moons on this side . . . 

My’th Genie subrufa Giggle’d while watchin Rufus’ chew on aDog’ma droneBone .

Worth rememe’bu ring that Rome’s Rebel Hero Legion often sing abeaut things lik’ Indus’ Techno game overs & Hacktavista Skullee Repeata Black Roollzellazenzilla, so the gods can get some rest.

The End Credits in harmonics’layer rhy’themitha [ not prose’d here ] while on Holiday in wild Armadas to the outer reaches of Alpha Boötis, for sweet Alpha Boo, α Boo d’ear 

See you next Tuesday .

Shiv’errillas “Rosario Orchid” Guerilla x


ᴍᴇᴍᴇɣės ɢʟãss’ᴢᴇɴ ᴅʀīᴠïɴ ᴡīʟᴅʀïᴅēs ᴛʜʀ’ँᴡ ᴍåɢïᴄ ɴëōɴ ʀõsᴇ ᴅᴜsᴛ ғʀ’ॐ åʟʟ ᴅīᴍēɴsïöɴs ʀōöʟīɴ sᴘōöʟīɴ ᴅʀōöʟïɴ ʙēė ᴀʟïėɴs & sʏɴᴄʜʀᴏɴėɣės ᴅå ɪɴᴅüs tʀïᴠå’sᴡïɴɢs ᴅᴇåᴛʜs ʜėxᴄʟöᴄᴋs ʀöᴍʏɴᴛʜ

- ᴛʜᴇ #ʙʟᴀᴄᴋsᴀɴᴅs
     ᴏғ ɴëōɴ ʀõsᴇᴛʜʏᴍᴇ

ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʀɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʙᴇᴀᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ’sᴇʟғ & ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ sᴡᴏʀᴅs

ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏᴏʟs ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ɪɴs’ᴇᴠᴇɴs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ & ʜᴀᴜɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

- ᴛᴏᴍʙs, ᴛʀᴇᴇᴘs & sᴋᴇʟᴇ’ᴛᴏɴs

ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴀʟ ᴍɪɴᴅs
ᴀɢɪɴ ʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜʏᴍᴇ
sᴘᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪɴᴇ
ᴀs ɪғ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ʜᴏʟʏ ʀʜʏᴍᴇ
ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴛɪᴍᴇs
ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴇʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴇᴡ sɪɢɴs
ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴏᴋ, ɪɴ ᴏʟᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍs

ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ sᴘᴇʟʟs ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴡᴇʟʟs
ʀᴏᴏʟɪɴ ɪɴᴋs
ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs ᴛʜɪɴᴋ

ᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪɴᴋᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɴᴀ
ᴏғ ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛāʟɪs’ᴍʜ ʏᴍ ᴇ :.s

& ʟᴏsᴛ ʀᴜɪɴs

ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴡɪsᴇ ᴅʀᴜɪᴅs ᴡᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴛʜ’ᴇᴠᴇs 

- sᴜɴᴅᴀʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ ʜʏᴍɴs -

Time to Myth Hybrid Bee Keeper
Lime to Slice My Wood & Para’Dice
Glass to Keep Wild Dunes That Rune
And Armies of Ants Keep to Plans
None was lost since even Rome’s Bones
And Marrows y’all of Crows Bloody Woe
Sealing your chops to lick his Dots

- Sunday Shiva & Two Doors -
+ The Xenohounds



:•: fᎾᏒᏟᎬ
Ꮎf :•:

ωнєяє мутн  -•: & :•- ¢αиναѕ вєє


ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙʀᴇ’ᴀᴛʜe 

ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴs ᴜɴᴛᴏʟᴅ. ᴇᴠᴇ’ɴ 
& ᴛwᴏ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ɢɪғᴛᴇᴅ

ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋsᴋʏ ᴄᴀᴄᴋʟᴇs ᴀʙᴇᴀᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴏʟ’ ʟᴀɪᴅᴇʟʟᴇᴛ ᴅᴇᴇᴍ ʙᴀʀᴇ ғɪɴᴋɪ’ɴ ғᴇᴀᴛʜʀ’ᴇ ғᴀʙᴇ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴇᴍ sᴘɪɴɴɪɴ’sᴇɴ



- ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋs ᴄʟᴇғᴛ -
•: ʙᴜʀɪᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ɪsʟᴀɴᴅs :•
+•:- インダス -:•+

I rum rings aroond Earth & Moons;
I raise Dungons in the Sands;
I fill the oceans with blood & bones;
I loots the Seas of Old;
I Reaper Quill from Hearts;
I am the Souls of Anarchentered Doragons;
I am the Whips of BloodFire Eyes;
The Last Cup of Tea      for all DeadMADmen .


I am the Skull & Roses
      of the Rage in all Streets;
the ashes of March
      & Years of tears in May;

I am the Blood that drips
      throse those drains
in Prose & Paves
     Prayers to the End of Days
Sendingem tooth eire

- Graves

         from The Caps & Ghost Spells
                  [ Caspear Chronicles ]