Saturday, December 23, 2006

Howdy yall. I'm getting ready to go to Philly to reunite the old Pretensious Art Snobs crew. We're going to explode on the scene there. It seems like a fastastic institution of a city full of brotherly love. Last week I took my daughter to a RAW rally, but we got there late and most of the people had left. I want to start getting into politics again. I seem to have gotten away from that in recent times and it's time to start it up again. Indymedia is also still up and running thanks to the tireless efforts of the volunteers there. Friends Helping Friends also continues to do good things for the community. There is also an Anarchist Discussion Group in Rochester that you can attend if yr into that sort of thing. There are lots of things out there to support and get involved in. Sadly, I'm not really involved with any of them. I mostly am into doing my own thing right now which seems to be working out fairly well at the moment.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

Trouble brews in the blasphemer's cauldron
The cards reveal imagination
And I will never understand the Golden Dawn until I discover myself
"Mysticism is the philosophy and practice of a direct experience of God. Christian mysticism is traditionally pursued through the practice of the disciplines of prayer (including meditation and contemplation), fasting (including other forms of abstinence and self-denial), and alms-giving, service to others, as discussed by Jesus in the Sermon on the Mount (Matthew 5-7). Other forms of mysticism in general include participation in ecstatic worship and the use of entheogens; the latter is not associated with the mainstream of Christian spirituality, and the former, in a Christian context, is primarily associated with Pentecostalism. Christians believe that God dwells in them through the Holy Spirit, and that therefore, all Christians can experience God directly."
New changes make magic of the mundane
My soul ignites with unhealthy fire
A hellatious burning in my fingers and toes
Until the ecstatic reality demands more
"The god-self is what holds us together throughout these recurring disruptions. This is a wholistic core self, a heavy gravitational center which helps prevent us from flying apart."
Dost thou inspire me? ... yes
Am I lonely and bitter? ... yes
Did I trip like a bird on a wire
oh woman why do you torment me?
Why do you send my children to Molech?
I need you to carry them in, but I don't need you to mention it
Now we're moving on and we're growing out of pain's soil
The seeds of new love are being planted
Yours may be on topsoil
Mine is on desert sand
But it's a sign to move along like I do
But if they stand in the road
They will get plowed
And mauled like a grizzly
Until it all starts happening

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

my tragedy yields oppurtunity/once the pain goes away it'll be productive/the immunity to incarceration/the holiness of being/and being single/not owned but still not equal/the succubus bites in the worst places/where even relaxation cannot attain/my new email address is doriangray@emailaccount.com

Sunday, October 29, 2006

The show on Wednesday was really wierd. The Samhain spirits cast a spell on my performance. The fascist pigs were harassing my friend before I got there, saying he looked suspicious or something. Then I played, but I don't really remember it all that well. I guess the four track was a little too loud too. Then me and Strauss did some wierd stuff together. Then Thanksgiving played. Then someone got robbed at gunpoint aparently.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

I will be playing a show on wed. oct. 25 at kitchen distribution in buffalo