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Sleek apartment Broker.

April 1st, 2009

I enter the broker’s office & fire-breathe onto the secretary, igniting her face.

“Be a hero,” I tell myself.  I reach through the back of her skull to grab a cold beer from the fridge and extinguish her flames.  Next, she’s gratefully mounting me…  “There’s no shame here; only chance is to drive forward into the endless fucking…”  Petal to the metal, America. You just got yourself a new crash pad.  xoxo

O, inspiration

March 27th, 2009

How you, elusive female, dance within this home I have created!

I will watch you dance, and together, we shall have a home.

The man in the garden wall

March 17th, 2009

Fresh; his emergence into skin

A new branch, he

And a body not yet felt, not owned

And he spoke with the fever of emerging life-

And called that voice his own.

But the garden’s wall was under season’s rule

And he was prisoner to the gateway he had chosen…

“I watched the terror on his face,

“As his body was consumed,

“In a landscape of brown shadows,”

That then turned to black.  I watched him die, and fade

Predictions #1

March 16th, 2009

I belive that April 2009 will be very tremorous, tumultuous- Psychically, socially.

When the Sun enters Taurus, the hooves will come crashing upon the Earth…  Breakfast bullshit breakout…  Here come the bulls, get ready.  (We are almost free & into the streets… let their pressure upon the Earth release us)

I believe April will be very tremorous.  The bulls will jump the fences.

The punch bowl…

March 15th, 2009

…  Won’t you have a cup?

xoxo, gabe

One more day down

March 9th, 2009

Do you realize, my friend, the rate at which time is passing?  I pray that we may engage.

Cheers!- to the fury.

The fractured mind

February 28th, 2009

When one is disconnected from physical reality, it can sometimes frighten people within the collective society.  Think, for example, of how someone with a loose grip on reality, appearing to be on drugs in public, may alarm the group.

This is because the public is uncertain whether basic social tenets will be observed by this individual.  Specifically where this individual’s mind exists is not important: simply suffice it to say that their outlook is fractured, or separated from the agreed-upon norms.  They could be aware of another reality, or be viewing this reality within a larger context of possibilities.  Or, they may be ill.  The individual’s psyche may have been cast out into an uncharted, unboundaried domain of sanity, leaving him or her unstable.

In any case, it is this question of whether the individual will observe the codes of society, upon which we have agreed, that the group may question when they encounter this individual.  This can be interpreted as dangerous or frightening.  Will this person respect my life, my physical well-being- will they hurt me?  Does the ‘eerie’ hold of another reality upon this person trump the rules of this domain?  Will this motherfucker kill my ass, right here on the goddamned subway platform?  I have definitely wondered sometimes…

But what about ourselves, the pioneers of consciousness and spirit, as we maintain conscious existence within this reality and others simultaneously?  Some visions of reality we inhabit may seem very contrary to social norms and expectations.
As we venture into other realities, seeking to pioneer and incorporate new vision here, it is in an effort to illuminate and broaden the spectrum of conscious experience.  It must be done with compassion and understanding of the beliefs and limitations of others, even if we choose not to observe their limitations within our own conceptual experiences.

“To help, or at least to do no harm”  - Hippocrates

Beyond this, we must abandon all fear and shame.  We must not let our own inhibitions impede upon the progress of consciosness, spirit, or art.  Love the land that feeds, and then break all restrictive bounds upon exploration.

The cunt that walked the streets

February 24th, 2009

Heavy-breather…  secreting mass of conical flesh, cervix embedded just below the top.  No uterus above, unless you’re into that whole thing of, like…  spirit bodies.  Only a small knit hat.

Ah, this cunt does walk the street and knocks upon each solid door; breathing hard, dripping milky cum…  A trail of love, if you like.  Or, just a trail of pussy juice in the night.

She is a sleuth, this cunt.  The street lamp portrays a scenario by which she takes three steps within it’s light.  Steam comes off her as she passes.

Lunar, the Day

February 17th, 2009

(regarding Mon, Feb 9th, full moon in Leo w/ lunar eclipse)

Full moon early haze Monday
Capsule daylight high pitch break neck sky
Best friend street time direct ray absolute

On Earth, living on the Moon

Where desire is strong

February 13th, 2009

Once the spirit is fully seated within the body, appropriately, what motivates one to act outwardly?  Desire feels very basic- water, food, sex, maybe to lie down…

I am waiting to see what desire says to me, when I reach the place in time where desire is strong…