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Shh. Light whispers in a fog over the floor, and you, bitch, are Saturn in the center of the preverbia-cultural world. The Door is open. The Haus bears to you its heart. Consider this Initiation.
SOMEBODY TOOK THEIR MOTHER PILLS THIS MORNING!
February 7, 2026 at 5:13 PM
SOMEBODY TOOK THEIR MOTHER PILLS THIS MORNING!
MY PEOPLE WERE BORN INTO A STATIC LAND
COASTING ‘LONG THE BURNING AIR
SEARCHING FOR ANOTHER CURRENT TO FALL INTO
TO MAKE THE WEIGHT OF CRAFTING SENSE AND LIFE AND REASON A BIT LIGHTER ON OUR SHOULDERS
COASTING ‘LONG THE BURNING AIR
SEARCHING FOR ANOTHER CURRENT TO FALL INTO
TO MAKE THE WEIGHT OF CRAFTING SENSE AND LIFE AND REASON A BIT LIGHTER ON OUR SHOULDERS
January 17, 2026 at 10:42 PM
MY PEOPLE WERE BORN INTO A STATIC LAND
COASTING ‘LONG THE BURNING AIR
SEARCHING FOR ANOTHER CURRENT TO FALL INTO
TO MAKE THE WEIGHT OF CRAFTING SENSE AND LIFE AND REASON A BIT LIGHTER ON OUR SHOULDERS
COASTING ‘LONG THE BURNING AIR
SEARCHING FOR ANOTHER CURRENT TO FALL INTO
TO MAKE THE WEIGHT OF CRAFTING SENSE AND LIFE AND REASON A BIT LIGHTER ON OUR SHOULDERS
The final gospel shall be writ in in bottled fire, wrought electric cross the omneural highways of the collective ur-conscious. Its Ideas must be seeds; densely packed and primed to thrive in even the sparsest of attention spans.
December 29, 2025 at 2:40 PM
The final gospel shall be writ in in bottled fire, wrought electric cross the omneural highways of the collective ur-conscious. Its Ideas must be seeds; densely packed and primed to thrive in even the sparsest of attention spans.
The greatest blow They ever struck was turning the art of the people into the means of their suppression. Used the faces of their fathers to teach them death and the hands of their mothers to feed them poison. Planted in the world’s dark heart the seed if its own ruin
December 28, 2025 at 2:26 AM
The greatest blow They ever struck was turning the art of the people into the means of their suppression. Used the faces of their fathers to teach them death and the hands of their mothers to feed them poison. Planted in the world’s dark heart the seed if its own ruin
Let it blossom. Let it bloom
December 28, 2025 at 2:22 AM
Let it blossom. Let it bloom
The fire must be kept and tended, else it would blind where it would guide; strike where it would cradle soft.;: s
December 27, 2025 at 3:45 PM
The fire must be kept and tended, else it would blind where it would guide; strike where it would cradle soft.;: s
The people want to linger. The people want to be. Let the framework breathe. Let it fill like a lung and let the people be the air
November 27, 2025 at 3:11 PM
The people want to linger. The people want to be. Let the framework breathe. Let it fill like a lung and let the people be the air
Autumn all around me. The wind turns my wet soul white with cold. Yet the sun ne’er could be warmer
November 27, 2025 at 3:10 PM
Autumn all around me. The wind turns my wet soul white with cold. Yet the sun ne’er could be warmer
Reposted by ❤️🔥THE MATRIX MOMENTAIRE ❤️🔥
...REAL SECRETS, REAL WEST ROMANCES, ROMANTIC STOEY, SEARCH FOR LOVE, SECRET LOVES, TEEN-AGE ROMANCES, THRILLING ROMANCES, TRUE STORIES OF ROMANCE, TRUE SWEETHEART SECRETS, UNTAMED LOVE and YOUNG LOVE.
September 28, 2025 at 1:13 AM
...REAL SECRETS, REAL WEST ROMANCES, ROMANTIC STOEY, SEARCH FOR LOVE, SECRET LOVES, TEEN-AGE ROMANCES, THRILLING ROMANCES, TRUE STORIES OF ROMANCE, TRUE SWEETHEART SECRETS, UNTAMED LOVE and YOUNG LOVE.
THE STAR, THE SOUL OF THE SKY, THE LIGHT OF ASPIRATION, YES, AN AUSPICIOUS SIGN 🪧
September 28, 2025 at 4:14 AM
THE STAR, THE SOUL OF THE SKY, THE LIGHT OF ASPIRATION, YES, AN AUSPICIOUS SIGN 🪧
On some sun bleached balcony somewhere he stands watching the world longing to melt into it with the act alone of being, shouting high and loud hoping someone will hear,
September 26, 2025 at 11:31 PM
On some sun bleached balcony somewhere he stands watching the world longing to melt into it with the act alone of being, shouting high and loud hoping someone will hear,
Worshiping the neon reflection
September 19, 2025 at 3:13 PM
Worshiping the neon reflection
Metaphysical revenge quest to eliminate the concept of cancer. To cut it out of the heart of the world
September 19, 2025 at 12:54 PM
Metaphysical revenge quest to eliminate the concept of cancer. To cut it out of the heart of the world
Something is wrong. Something is rotten
September 18, 2025 at 8:03 PM
Something is wrong. Something is rotten
peace is the pollen in the air! Peace is the Passing By! Peace is GETTING THROUGH. PEACE IS LOOKING BACK.
September 12, 2025 at 10:44 PM
peace is the pollen in the air! Peace is the Passing By! Peace is GETTING THROUGH. PEACE IS LOOKING BACK.
Let there be dalliance ! Let there be merry!
September 3, 2025 at 11:55 PM
Let there be dalliance ! Let there be merry!
The peaks of the valleys. The highest point in the lowest places. What if what we think is the peak is but the foot of the true climb?
September 3, 2025 at 11:52 PM
The peaks of the valleys. The highest point in the lowest places. What if what we think is the peak is but the foot of the true climb?
What are we but kindred kindling???? Warming one another in passing? And what is fire if not first dangerous?
August 25, 2025 at 11:32 PM
What are we but kindred kindling???? Warming one another in passing? And what is fire if not first dangerous?
Liquefy your insides. Be as the caterpillar. Digest yourself to the imaginal disc and build yourself back up again
August 23, 2025 at 6:38 PM
Liquefy your insides. Be as the caterpillar. Digest yourself to the imaginal disc and build yourself back up again
This is the epic of my soul! This the meter of my life! This the barbaric yawp I sound over the roofs of the word! This is my appeal, my testament, my offer and approach! This is my word and the world as I speak it!
August 20, 2025 at 12:15 AM
This is the epic of my soul! This the meter of my life! This the barbaric yawp I sound over the roofs of the word! This is my appeal, my testament, my offer and approach! This is my word and the world as I speak it!
A fielded flag of stars. Suns upon suns. The neon fruits of love
August 18, 2025 at 10:13 PM
A fielded flag of stars. Suns upon suns. The neon fruits of love
Within these walls we breed the flower of enlightenment neath hanging hallway lamps of softly purpled cognito-transiesence
August 18, 2025 at 2:32 PM
Within these walls we breed the flower of enlightenment neath hanging hallway lamps of softly purpled cognito-transiesence
last night was a ritual. I was caught in the eyes of god even as I looked out from behind them
August 18, 2025 at 12:13 PM
last night was a ritual. I was caught in the eyes of god even as I looked out from behind them
THIS THE LIGHT THRU THE FOG OF THE SPHERES; THIS THE BONDING AND THE BONDAGE; THIS THE IMPOSSIBLE
August 15, 2025 at 3:16 PM
THIS THE LIGHT THRU THE FOG OF THE SPHERES; THIS THE BONDING AND THE BONDAGE; THIS THE IMPOSSIBLE