Hello everyone,
The molossus step rhythm journal lives again.
I'll go right into it. The A&C company wagon has been rolling across the hills of Colorado since the last weeks. The testing of our wheels was made from the back muddy water roads that fell from the foothill rolling in storms, they cast us about but we steered toward the path. Since Denver, we went to Columbine National Park way up in Blackhawk. Beautiful Rocky Mountains, The mushroom potions let us sing our sordid social worries into the ether where the fear of SPEAKING was tossed on the edge of a cliff and let to fall as the quartz boulders tumble to, away from our shoulders. Snow capped peaks were in the distance, and farther beyond Cloud Mountain Formations took their stations on the peripheral of our vision. It was as if mountains could never end, for the world was forever preparing the second wave teenagers along the battle ridge, set up in marching banners of stark opium white; where the eyes stayed glued for a long time.
WE met a camp manager named Buddy and he was a good man who offered us good liquors. We have a good place to stay. Now the A&C is working to get their Cards in order (Papers, Please) with the state so we are authorized to handle substance #2329/47, THC, the holy producer of violet terrors, bringer forth of the me, sharer of unconscious doubts.
Of course, a substance like that needs medicine peoples authorized in its psycho-psychological disposition. This takes a long time as the state is a bus named _CLEARANCE_, the astronaut spaceship sitting at dock for long whiles as paper work is made into fuel> BUT OUR FUEL WILL ARRIVE> in the mean time we are now in Fort Collins hanging out with a great man named TAD and he lets us sleep on his property. Earlier we were working as sub-contracted contractors through a temporary licensing agency- the University here needed expertise in the acts of dismantling and heaving heavy objects. Taeroot and Mara were sent to lift 12,000 gallon water bladders onto trucks, being sent to Mexico, As Part of AN ENORMOUS WATER TELESCOPE THAT will be reading for GAMMA RAYS created in the big bang. Crazy shit, Right?
Poem-
Resurgence.
"I Kind of wish that would happen,
sometimes..."
What do you mean?...! says the reconstructed throat box
of which is arisen from the tracheotomy.
Pen cancer hands are writing it all down.
"I mean, the collapse of modern society.
Through the internal,
external,
force manipulation,
pressurization,
eventually then,
depressing as well"
Across a field of swaying corn heads,
the slack jawed horror slides across 200,000 faces,
turning,
from fear to accusation- i.e hatred.
As water in the bottle,
motions,
and then turns,
to a most
Red Wine.
And From this, the spilling falling confessionals are tilting from my heart, the cup of liquid,
fumming out from the copper pipes of a shower
the disentangling pieces of hair,
pulled
from my wet scalp
and
tumbling
in salvation water spillage,
Blessing the ground
of re-industrially processed linoleum
/singing a swan song/
and i stand there panting
Hyperventilating
with the dilated pupils of revelation
white knuckled on the shower pole edifice
which must be destroyed
MUST BE DESTROYED
AND I DESTROY IT.
(...........................................)
So by now,
no one wants to look at me
no one is looking at me,
But i dont give a FUCK.
Time becomes this
immeasurable space for pause.
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golden rows parellel
of this waving
gentle
earth
I walk,
up and down
her long stalks,
and spotting you
and you
and you
and you
and you
through her
tressling locks.
Those faces now, are beautiful beyond compare, and i know,
that your twisted hurt features, are spasm muscle creatures
of
Black Pain
of
Abyssal Fear.
HAH!
I cup my hands! holding chakra pieces
vestibules of honesty,
love
shouting!
"Namaste Brother!"
"Namaste Sister!"
Till next time folks, pics up soon. Anything you wanna see?
I mean...
besides that.
hallucinating cowboys-
Arstin
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