satan i denounce thee. no matter what let us never stop being human. unless being human is what's holding us down. those little bits of emotion. they seem to make too much difference in the moment. but looking back they were only sensations. sensations rule the world. they make it hard to breathe without feeling something. all day long sensations are ruling you. like the archons and their chariots driving you this way or that. the endocrine system creates the chemical information that transmits sensation. the nervous system recieves the chemical sensation information and translates it. then we feel one thing or another and then based on these feelings our nervous system then makes a decision. should i go left or right? ALLAH - arm leg leg arm head. the head is for logic and intelligence. the arms are for strength and power. the legs are for motion and mobility. between the legs is for sex and evacuation. the hands are for work and creation. the feet are for balance and foundation. the chest is for emotion. the spirit lives in the chest.The Yanomami people's traditions are shaped by the belief that the natural and spiritual world are a unified force; nature creates everything, and is sacred.

They believe that their fate, and the fate of all people, is inescapably linked to the fate of the environment; with its destruction, humanity is committing suicide.

message to these ones. love enemies with all your heart. love them as though they were cutting your flesh. love them like a child loves. love them like they are your priests. they will return the favor in kind. they will grow rich off the fat of yr kindness. they will reap what they have sown. they will sit down and mill it around in there a while. like a miller cracks the shells of the grain. they will crack yr skull in time. and you will finally be free. like gabriel's wings. yr cloak will shield you from storms. do not disrobe anymore for yr robes are those of the holiest of holies.

i don't know what anything means anymore

they keep breaking the covenant. sending the virus over the seas. i am grieving the swine and the pearls. they were precious in the peasant eye. i am growing out of my skin. rolling around in the dirt

i am free of myself. why can't i free myself from you?

the wrong boat is floating in this splintered vein of the river. the wrong direction is taken. no where to go but the right way. where are we going? into the ground. how do we get there? we will be taken. when will this happen? soon and do not worry.The grave is more funny than sad.
a few thoughts on the show the other night:
if it's a show at a bar people shouldn't be expected to be quiet when someone is playing, i don't care how 'folk' they are. that's why nick drake stopped going on tour. if you want people to be quiet while yr playing book a show in a library.
secondly, the show was actually great. jana hunter was great. the people we met there were great. everything was great. alright, sappyness aside, everything's great. couldn't be better. no exaggeration. everything is wonderful, beautiful even.
my face is illuminated. my fingers tingle. the carpet is giving birth to tissue. see it writhing in time. what rhymes with orange? porrage? i'm making a statement. i'm not being human. i'm running away from this illusion. i'm gonna upgrade, get a better model. this one's not working out... at least not how i expected. but all kidding aside, everything is wonderful. everything is great. i'm fine i'm fine i'm fine i'm fine i'm fine. i'm great. i'm wonderful. i'm beautiful. i love you and you and you and you and you. i'm in love. i'm in love with you and you and you and you and you and you. i'm free of myself. why can't i free myself from you? a quiet little foot stepping into place. the hands holding the heavy metal blades. an animal eating in an unearthly land. i thought i saw you eating in the garden. the fingers twist and the tongue twists. the teeth stay the same. always cutting, always white. clean and without cavity. smelling like roses. the apartment is a mess. papers lay scattered on the floor and the cat box needs cleaning.
my bank account is overdrawn. how am i gonna pay the bills?
the laundry bell buzzes. there are more fresh linens to fold. and so the television beckons. the air won't clean itself. let me turn of my mind. good night.

Only two more days until Jana Hunter and Auger at Mohawk Place

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The Number Seven Is Also Important To The 5% Nation Of Gods And Earths

Do Your Own Numerology Reading

I'm a nine. I think the description on the website is pretty accurate.

Nobody wanna see us together but it don't matter no. Now the lord is coming down. After long fast on mountain. He seeks shelter and relaxation. Coming down from Mt. Sinai and Mt. Zion. Coming down from where the river meets the end and water laps about with its tails. The sweetness of breath decrees salvation saliva. No net in this water. No bear trap. No bitten heel or head injury. Just gentle belief. This film is going somewhere, I can feel it. These bands of gypsies making meaningless migration. Everywhere is everywhere and it only stands to reason. The hall is too crowded. Too many mutts and serpants. They talk in hushed voices about the esoteric things. Their intentions aren't clear. Their eyes reveal something, but the luncheon is never without cost. I was invited once, but there was no place setting for me. I had to wash my own dishes and use my handkercheif as a napkin. I had to fetch water out of the bathroom sink and it tasted like lead. My spirit left me so I continued to eat vacantly while my soul smoked a cigarette outside having a conversation with the janitor who had died the previous year underneath a Buick LeSabre. We had a brilliant conversation about the trees and when the tulips will fully bloom, and when they'll eventually wither and die and go to seed again. Then I was summoned back. The closing prayer was about to begin. This meal was ending and my spagetti was not yet gone. I stuffed the rest in my gentle maw, inhaling and not chewing. The sauce trickled down my chin and onto my shirt. Someone thought I had a bloody nose. I assured them it was only my

Symbionese

nature. I am after all an omnivorous primate, although I tend to avoid injest of flesh. I can live with seven pillars...
walayah (love and devotion) for Allah, the Prophets, the imam and the dai
taharah (purity & cleanliness)
salah (prayers)
zakah (purifying religious dues)
sawm (fasting)
hajj (pilgrimage to Mecca)
jihad ("struggle")
In Gilgamesh, seven is mentioned in the 'gate of seven bolts', crossing seven mountains to reach the Cedar Forest, felling seven cedars to Humbaba's lair, sleeping for seven nights at Utnapishtim's. In the Hebrew Bible passages, creation of the world took place in seven days (if you include the day of rest), Job had seven sons, and the Pharaoh's dreams in Joseph were of seven cattle, seven ears of corn, and seven years of prosperity and drought!

The Seven Days of Creation ;printed by Newbery in c1765, The Mosaic Creation.

Seven wonders of the World (Daumier draws)

The Illustrious and Renowned History of the Seven Famous Champions of Christendom, Hawes, Ware, Crowder, 1766 The Seven Sorrows (of Mary)

The Seven Rung Ladder of Devotion from Girolamo Savonarola's Epistole e diversi ,late 1497; and a repeated symbol of human beings ascension to knowledge or faith.

seven Liberal arts

After Peter Breughel, from the Set of the Seven Virtues, c1560 - " Fides " (Faith) 22 x 29cms. see also CHARITY

A mystic number; the number of perfection; made of three added to four , pythagoreans' significant numbers. In Christian lore, The Seven Gifts of the Holy Ghost

The Seven Daughters of Jethro

The Seven times Christ spoke on the cross.

The Seventh Child, and the seventh son of a seventh son; with magical powers of healing and divination. See Opie and Tatem.

The Seven Ages of Man; illustrated by Rockwell Kent in four drawings, Babyhood, Childhood, Youth and Young Manhood. Published by the author 1918.

The Seven Wise Men ;

The Seven Churches of Asia ; Ephesus, Smyrna, Pergamos, Thyatia, Sardis, Philadelphia and Laodocia.

The Seven Deadly Sins ; Pride; Envy; Sloth; Intemperence; Avarice; Anger; Lust; see Chaucer, The Parson's Tale I line 387.

The Seven Planets.

The Seven Virtues , Faith, Hope, Charity, Prudence, Justice, Fortitude and Temperence.

The Seven Sisters ;an old name of the Pleides star system. Also a British coastal feature.

The Seven Gods of Luck , in Japanese Mythology and a version of the seven Buddhist devas who preside over human happiness.

The Seven Champions ;St George of England given seven years imprisonment; St Denys of France lived seven years in the form of a hart; St James of Spain seven years in love with a fair maiden; St Anthony of Italy who extinguished seven lamps ; St Andrew of Scotland who released women from seven years of sleep; St.Patrick of Ireland who scratched his grave with his own nails; St.David of Wales slept seven years in the garden of Ormandine.

The Illustrious and Renowned History of the Seven Famous Champions of Christendom, Hawes, Ware, Crowder, 1766 The Seven Sorrows (of Mary)

The Seven Ages of a Soda July 1957

The number seven (7) is representative of the brilliant ones. —Aleister Crowley.

This guy is great. He has a new film out too and another one on the way.

You Tube is driving me crazy.

I love myself. I love my country. I love my religion. I love my family. I love my friends. I love my children. I don't see how that love can be used as a justification for hate. I love my enemies.

Question man where do you point yr cane tonight? Who are you questioning at the end of that stick? Is it me with my mind full of hair and ears with wax? Will you break me in front of all these people? Oh no, gentle question man you point at that one in the corner to my relief. But surprise again this room is full of me's and every face has a hairy face like mine. What am I afraid of? "What is yr name?" The first question. My answer becomes, "I am myself, who are you?" "Question man asks, does not answer. Where did you come from?" "I came from my mother's womb." "Where are you going?" "To the grave." "How long will it take to get there?" "A lifetime." "You have been set free. Go do what you have to do." "Thank you," I say but I'm not sure why I've said it. I'm not sure why I said anything. It's always best to be tight lipped and when they do get pried apart to speak only in riddles. That way it throws them off yr scent: like a bit of meat to the bloodhound. It won't rot. It'll surely get eaten by scavengers. Ahh, but the scavengers can't be blamed. They're just doing their job in life: nothing more nothing lesss. Nothing is anything more than what it is... and yet everything is everything. And I can make sweeping statements like that because soon all this will get swept away like particles under the rug. The milky way is a dust bunny. We aren't even as big as molecules.

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NECKST WEAK!

Mohawk Place- 8pm: Jana Hunter, with special guests Cassi Meyerhoffer, Amanda Amico,

... and the Incredible Auger the Flying Affinity Group!

$7

Demons run the government
Ghosts are real
Have fun with yr environment

A SWEEPING DENUNCIATION OF ALMOST EVERYONE AROUND THE SAME AGE AS ME

This reality thing is starting to bum me out
an existential mistake with the sillycybin
fist giggly then weepy then giggly and weepy
it's too lonely inside my head
i'm too isolated from everyone else
it's like i'm the only person alive in the entire universe
i guess i've always known that i'm the only living being
and everyone around me are just ghosts of the past
so i'm walking in a ghost town
doing a ghost job
making ghost money
paying bills to ghosts
and still i'm worried that somehow this world will take me down with it
progress is being made however
with the lord as my shepard
i will bring fun back to our generation
everyone's gotten too serious
i know, i used to be straight edge
i used to take puritanism seriously
i feel disconnected from my generation
i feel like we've headed in the wrong direction
we've headed toward a world with consequences, not moments
we're losing our concept of the present
we see things only in terms of the past and the future
there is no unselfish love anymore
we're all only out for ourselves
ok fine, but when did everything get so serious
when did everyone get so offended and creeped out by things
why don't we have fun anymore
even recreation is business
and there is no emotion in recreation anymore
it's supposed to be cold and sterile
otherwise we might lose ourselves in the moment
and we can't think about the moment
jodorowsky said:
when you love someone you love their presence and their absence simultaneously
because for everything we have there is a longing for an infinity we can't have

i want to tune in, but i just seem to tune out
perhaps this is the sign of the molting of the piscean age
and the golden dawn of aquarius
since september 17th 2001 and on into 2012
this will be a transforming time for our race
we will move from this self-centered paradigm of ignorance
into the light of love

a poet writes his thoughts
and sometimes those thoughts are ugly
even the most pious saint has ugly thoughts
no one can say that if they wrote everything they thought down that there wouldn't be some despicable moments
some moments they're ashamed of
becuase god and the devil lives in the human mind
and you can't have god without the devil
if you did the world would be off balance
and would tumble to one side
like a kid on a teeter totter with no one to play with

Jana Hunter w/ Auger
April 18 - Buffalo, NY - Mohawk Place

Inside me I feel alone and unreal (and the way you kissed will always be a very special thing to me)

Sunday night went to Buffalo and saw Sunburned Hand of the Man traded them a Wizards and Demons Dancing in the Grass Fighting Over a Piece of Bread Upside Down CD and a copy of my own Amniotic Ether album for a Sunburned CD and a Macrodot CD.

Tomorrow I'm playing with Auger opening for Akron/Family at Soundlab

Anyway, gimme shelter. It's just a shot away.