Peoms/Stuff

As i walked through the wilderness of the world, i lighted on the certain place, where was a den; and i laid me down in that place to sleep: and as i slept i dreamed a dream. I dreamed, and behold i saw a man clothed with rags, standing in a certain place, with his face from his own house,a book in his hand, and a Great Burdon upon his back. I looked, and saw him open the book and read Therein; and as he read, he wept and trembled and not being able longer to contain, the brake out with a lamentable cry; saing "what shall i do?"
__________________________________In my opinion the Apocalypse...
must be primarily an internal, spirital, event, and only in a secondary way an external catastrophe. The Gates Of the WatchTowers... are mental constructions. When they are opened, they will admit [Satan] not into. The Physical world but into our subconscios minds... The apocalypse is a mental transformation that will occur, or is Presently Occuring, within the collective unconscious of the Human Race.
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Among all things that can be contemplated under the concavity of the Heavens, nothing is seen that arouses the Human Spirit more, That Ravishes the senses more, That horrifies more, That provokes more terror or admiration than the monsters, prodigies and abominations through which we see the works or nature inverted, mutilated and truncated.
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(just some stuff that i liked)

"I know some new tricks" said the Cat in the Hat. " A lot of Good Tricks. I will show them to you. Your mother will not mind at all if i do."

C'mon Babies Grease Your Lips put on your hats and swing your hips don't forget to bring your Whips We're Going To The Freaker's Ball.
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He threw his hands in exasperation, "I'm not Being Sarcastic,I'm trying to use a little Verbal Treatment to make you crazy you bouth sound! you are talking about a Goddamn pen name comming to life"
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The Urge Towards Love, Pushed To its Limit, Is an urge toward death.

Do What Thou Wilt Shall Be Tha Whole of the Law.

As Far as I know, There is not one word in the Gospel in Praise of Intellagence.

I Find Terrible the Notion that others can do to me what i do to them.
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[STEAKS] Is at the Heart of Meat, It is Meat in it's pure state; and whoever partakes of t assimilates a bull-like strength. The prestige of steak evedently derives from it's Quasi-Rawness, In it, Blood is visible, Natural, Dense, at once compact and sectile. One can well, magine the ambrosia of the ancients as this kind of heavy substance which dwindles under one's teeth in such a way as to make one keenly aware at the same time of it's original strngth and of its aptitude to flow into The Very Blood Of Man.
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[HIS] Music made by cretinous Goons [Singing] sly, lewd, in Plain fact, Dirty lyrics. It manages to be the martial music of every... Delinquent on the face of the Earth. It is the most Brutal, Ugly, Desperate, Viscious form of expression it has been my misfortune to Hear.
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When the fork eats the spoon,
and the knife stabs
the face reflected in the plate,
Dinner Is Over.

One Hates what one fears.
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More Peoms/Stuff

STAINED GLASS
in the wooden silence
genuflecting fornicators
seek penance and
false-toothed idealists
throw gubsteaks on the offering plate.

light a candle for the sinners
light a fire

Self-pronounced prophet, parable-speaking protestant
preaches his diatonic dogma,
disemboweling indiscreetly.

supplicate
congregate
the world looks better through stained glass

light a candle for the sinners
set the world on fire

Falsities
Falsities
Falsities factualities;
All sitting like eager sponges,
soaking up the tertiary realities of life.
PLECE DE RESISTANCE
When the fork eats the spoon,
and the knife stabs
the face reflected in the plate,
Dinner is over.

C'mon Babies Grease your lips put on your hats and swing your hips Don't forget to bring your whips We're Going to The Freaker's Ball
(last one)
AMONG ALL THINGS THAT CAN BE CONTEMPLATED UNDER THE CONCAVITY OF THE HEAVENS, NOTHING IS SEEN THAT AROUSES THE HUMAN SPIRIT MORE, THAT RAVISHES THE SENSES MORE, THAT HORRIFIES MORE, THAT PROVOKES MORE TERROR OR ADMIRATION THAN THE MONSTERS, PRODIGIES AND ABOMINATIONS THROUGH WHICH WE SEE THE WORKS OF NATURE INVERTED, MUTILATED AND TRUNCATED.