Anthropocenic
☿ Rx at ♊13°
May 18, 2015, 5:49 pm Pacific
Bridging physical space and social distinctions, two people communicate telepathically – Sabian symbol for the 14th ° of ♊
Love distorts things. Each noun in a house a nova of votives. The 6th glass solves an imbalance of wheels spinning, a reverse-photosynthesis promising Mea vulva mea maximawithout ever filling in what was banned from music in the Middle ages. Wound healed is spirit wound without conduit, leaving only self-taught, billion-year-old carbon, and we’ve got to get our selves back. Fire is not made to rest on grounds. All signs say you’re in for a surprise. Love is something you never ask for. It’s an accompaniment, a tritone, the Devil’s interval you enter through the exit and exit. The past merely concentrates a person. The “sensation” we called it. I thought the point was to reveal the reliable stability of earth, but “I’ve never met a bad human being” implies a new begin of the circle. Delaying cord-cutting increases ambidexterity, and the mind has solved this problem – how do you say yes when you mean the concept of sin to combat the love-fixated? You’re supposed to be able to hold the cake dish with one hand and cut it with the other. Golden ratios exist in parallel parking spaces deemed too small by a gentrified need for control. I don’t understand such truces, this self-hatred, the point where the journey to the inner depth begins. Basically, we’re all waiting for permission while the topography decides where the most attractive hiding spots are. I could kind of see a kind of order, but the animal side shouldn’t be “mastered” in the mean-ing. And now, you’re gonna need your body. Nymph is an early stage in the life of an insect, a time of insight, a symbol for the rise of the Phoenix. In any case, it hurt like hell. You had some kind of vacuum in you the vacuum cleaner invented. Can I interrupt here? The environment is hot, explosive and fast, burning down the object so cleverly arranged in all your anima abundance they all feel at the same time they can’t be seen from above. We see a graphic counting, the number, the synthesis, the power of condensation. The undirected love has found we are aware of its meaning, a virtue on its own just like an oven. The arson was justifiable, a hundred crimes committed in the name. I must say I have a hard time picturing enjoying loneliness starts with you always demanded more from the sunset, more spectacular colors when "Oh, shit! Here comes the sun" hit a repetitive sound effect in the dark. A wave rippling
a scant word sirens / a world resting begins / like a radio
Geomantic[TM1]
♀☌♃ (♌28°) □ ♄(♏28°)
Why do things always have to look at you? I see blue birds fly. Sometimes we all need a little push from the weather. It’s a Monday, so mundane my brain makes drugs to keep Fate has a funny way of re-arranging. The jays take shapes and prepare to return to you have to open yourself to receive. I watch them go. I’m not that good at breathing. Gradually, we learn the trick of connecting personality to Pentagrams. In the symbol we have the Feminine interchanging forces and form. Fortune is not the same as luck. This is not a roulette wheel of all my sins so unoriginal are a fist. This refers to a completion of that chip on your shoulder gets bigger and bigger, sends back those personalities that are unready for this carnival of carnivores. Karma governs sleeping souls, the vibrations the planets move in their allotted courses. Good bye and good luck to everything in motion, turning with all the self-loathing of a wolf. The better to eat you with, but you can't hold it. It develops the complexity of myths. Wisdom cannot be expressed in rational terms: if A smokes, then C smolders in flame. When the fire is burning out we know there is more inside than we can see that animal that music can move. If I puked up a sonnet of crickets, would you say it was beauty – the feminine beyond the form played “When You Wish upon a Star?” Your dreams never held the bow at the right angle is also a musical instrument, because you hunt by enchantment. Fate steps in. I'm gonna go where my urge leads to failure. An 'ouch' lies in our own hands. Imagine yourself a psycho-dynamic-force that operates a power-tool known as "your body!" You're still here, but I'm having trouble breathing in what we're REALLY thinking, so I guess I’ll do some gardening. We are fooling ourselves. Fearing discomfort feels like a funnel, a magnifying glass setting fire to the tomatoes on the front porches of our psyches. Failure is not the problem. The Aware know that logic can be destructive. It is important to refuse to tolerate this is based on a misunderstanding ain't dying to offend you. I've just got a dyslexic heart chisel that cleaved away what was not the image thinking about staying. Or are you just playing making gifts form into an animal cleverness? A fish doesn't have feet, but every body has other dimensional realms. Pass me a napkin. It's psychic information. A pinch connects energy for a soul re-cognition. Let me ask you a question. Why does it seem our internal emotional landscape is erased each time we are born? This is not a dream. This is where you are experiencing a wound. There’s imperfection in this cube, but we are here. We are in human, so
Picture your body/full of so many tools /your own physician
from The End(s) of Amerika: postcards from the Saturn Pluto conjunction (2019-2020)
They open and close you. Then they talk like you
used to be a pet. Maybe it remembers its human
Nurturing expressed through creating
sounds a lot like working
females across species
what they strive to be
in US
she used to sing for angels and horses
the thought of the Gothic
American history is filled with blacklists
Outcasts of heaven
yearning somehow inappropriate
holding the unbearable
right to keep and bear
I must confess I am not afraid
of the word ‘tension’
You may hear
strange sounds, see strange things
introduced into it by human weakness
a kind of resource, a Niagara Fall
everyone goes through
this mill
that well-fondled phrase, “The American Dream”
languished in roach-infested jails
the dark dungeons of complacency
to draw forth a spirit
from out of Judas’ circle
no people can go forever
behind
the economy is understood as an invention
experimentation with direct
forms come and violate
this vulnerability
strangers come and cut
on subway walls
and whisper in the sounds
the words of the Prophets
They made us all sit in lines and all face
the same way
pledge allegiance to
we do not know the ancient names
the republic for which it stands
not much more than a primitive “awareness”
one nation under God-in-
technology has damaged
the world we are looking at
two contradictory meanings
divisible with Liberty
they cut across the country and went and went and went
THE MIDDLE AGES HAD ALREADY BEGUN
the inclination cutting
bodies to be separated
from one another
an emotional pattern which destroys the peace
of the home
and Justice for all
the violence of an Eros that is bureaucratic
who with the body make the spirit singe
a slender thread everything hangs
a nation flourishing on the blood of millions
Did you hear what they said?
Did you hear what they said?
Freedom is not very safe
among these: life, the pursuit
the long line of constant improvement
sees nature as an enemy
something you “believe”
asleep in the unconscious
No regardless of the benefits
turning and turning in the widening
incomprehensible procedural treadmill
we have to imagine
each of these clocks fixed
where I come from it’s more like
facts the heart can feel
Ariadne’s thread that leads to
If you don’t do it your way, you’ll never get home
the psychology that has governed the state
inappropriate
childish behavior most of us indulge
heaved out, like Cordelia’s heart, with most tardiness
from the celestial mind, and from its art:
injury and all such end
either by force or fraud
the white men who drafted those words
created equal did not believe them
[TM1]8/4/15
The map is within
Foundation; Wheel of Fortune (end of a cycle)
Present: Priestess (secrets revealed)
Outcome: 7 of disks (reversed; failure/wasted labour/waiting)
Advice/subconscious: Princess of swords (reversed)