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i'm a majikal mercenary wild and free
i wander down roads and paths of eternity
i'll take on any job if it pays the right price
i got guns and bombs and things that go slice
there's an orgonite blaster strapped onto my side,
and where i'm going if i lose it ain't the first time i died,
cause i'm not afraid of death and i am not afraid of strife,
i got my tac vest, bandoliers, a big fuckin knife,
just got a contract hit, gotta take somebody out
now it sucks to be you, no tears, don't pout
so i'm headed off to war, wading right into battle
gonna make the ground shake, gonna make the skies rattle
you can lock all your doors but it won't make a difference
you can hide in the corner it won't stop my persistence
see you don't got a hope and you don't got a care
and you can't do nothing whatsoever to prepare
so throw your hands up and scream out in fright
run away in the fog and get lost in the night
but it won't do any favors and it won't keep you safe
cause i'm walking through it all like a mother fucking wraith
gonna slit your throat and watch ya breathe red
gonna pop out your eyes and make ya see the dead
gonna do all the things you didn't think i could do
gonna leave your body cold and see where your soul flew
then i'm gonna sniff it out, track the little fucker down
make my place on that stage like a psychopathic clown
gonna break into heaven and burn that mother down
then go ripping through hell and take the devil's crown
i'll use the ten commandments and crack god in the skull
and i'll stab satan with his pitchfork till the damn thing gets dull
cause i don't follow any gods and i don't give a damn
about any prophet preaching bitches
i am the man
i got my own beliefs and they all be true
and if you don't like em well then, fuck you
cause i'm on the track, not one of you fools
and my energy is measured in gigawatt joules
so back the fuck up before i snap your neck
ferus vitae street shaman up here on deck
i roll with the ghede, the lwa of the dead
they're tellin me that your neck is pissed off at your head
he wants the freeloader off so he can get a break
so i put a hatchet through it for your own damn sake
but now we got a problem cause your body ain't moving
and the dead love to dance so you'd better get groovin
otherwise all the others gonna get pissed at you
start a riot like the monkey cage at your local zoo
since you're already dead it can't get much worse
but the truth of the matter is that shit still hurts
so shut the fuck up and get your ass back in line
or you're going straight to hell and being pulled by your spine
cause these lwa love their death, their sex, and their booze
if you wanna last forever then pick up on my cues
gonna slit your throat and watch ya breathe red
gonna pop out your eyes and make ya see the dead
gonna do all the things you didn't think i could do
gonna leave your body cold and see where your soul flew
then i'm gonna sniff it out, track the little fucker down
make my place on that stage like a psychopathic clown
gonna break into heaven and burn that mother down
then go ripping through hell and take the devil's crown
i don't just walk through the worlds but beyond them
so listen and talk to me before you try and condemn
your god and the devil are one in the same
he's just a storyteller running one big game
death is anything but eternal!
had inspiration for a floetry thing. sort of a hip-hop but with less emphasis on the musical aspect. eventually i want to lay down a horrorcore track for it.
anyone curious on the details the tempo is around 100-120 bpm, the repeated section is the chorus, the 4 lines immediately after are spoken.
for the record:
"FUCK CENSORSHIP!!! And if you don't like that, fuck you too."
Tags: Floetry Mercenary Contract Hit Rhyme
vibrate and arbitrate to dis-intigrate disintentionalities of your existentialist mindstate to circumnavigate the frameworks that agitate and mention modalities temporary at best when mechanically stressed much less likely to snap and instinctively attack mnemonic abominations within the minds eyes combinations of psychic locks with hidden spots for sacred rocks and lots of keys for psychonauts with alchemical allies in melting pots as they take potshots at etheric knots and godheads as the pen jots down it's own thoughts the coyote wander-walks and plays the tricksters game with a gentlemans name and an ace up the sleeve ready to tame whatever wild flame trains focus on his fame while hidden in plain sight the loaded die lies next to derringer might in ambush waiting till time is right for fight or flight my what voodoo have you seen tonight but the real plight is how to incite the riots that buy us a paved road out of hell but oh well that's how it goes in the game that we know isn't it just the same again and again and again until that's when you can't take it anymore and lash out ready to score sweet satisfaction else poor broken fool the world can be so cruel so understand that the only school worth attending is the one you're offending by not seeking that which you know is true
Tags: Floetry Poetry Rhymes Treasure Map Streamofconsciousness
two relatively small examples of how one can use pseudo-code for metaphysical purposes.
lim=3.140.000
fibonacci(lim) {
for (i=1; i+i.prev; i express(paradox) | dimension0.stdReality }
xaos_rising - function name
dimension0( ... ); - create dimension0 and set the values
(vajra; aleph-infinity; vajra) - send the 3 values to initiate dimension0
integrate( ... ); - call function integrate
(dimension0, ... ) - send dimension0 as the data to be integrated
iterate( ... ) - iterate a set of values
(xaos ex nihilo, i) - xaos ex nihilo = "xaos from nothing", i = imaginary number
dimension0.overlay( ... ) - call the overlay function of dimension0 to add a layer of data
('Versal Free Agent) - use data contained in 'Versal Free Agent for the overlay
culminate( ... ) - call the culminate function to culminate the value passed
(.self) - a self-referential, effectively meaning 'repeat and add together'
> ... - redirect the output of culminate( ... )
express ( ... ) - redirect the output to the express function
(paradox) - express any paradox from culminate( ... )
| ... - send or 'pipe' remaining data
dimension0.stdReality - pipe remaining data to the stdReality of dimension0
dimension0(vajra; aleph-infinity; vajra)
- create dimension0 with starting point 'vajra', midpoint 'aleph-infinity', and endpoint 'vajra'.
- sandwhich the super-set of all sets within an infinity which is both the smallest and largest value.
integrate(dimension0, iterate(xaos ex nihilo, i))
- integrate dimension0 with all the data from 'xaos from nothing' to 'i'
- load the zero-th dimension with raw xaos (generative chaos)
- create an undefined template of raw possibility
dimension0.overlay('Versal Free Agent)
- overlay dimension0 (> infinite raw xaos) with the concept "'Versal Free Agent'
- impart unwritten destiny and total capability to dimension0
- make 'god'
culminate(.self) > express(paradox) | dimension0.stdReality
- run this function cumulatively to produce a dimension of dimensions and express any paradoxes to the 'Standard Reality' rather than the self
- repeat everything and add it to itself, express paradox on standard Reality rather than the self
- take 'god' from the overlay and come up with all possible versions while adding them together
Tags: Pseudo-code Technomancy Majik
a stream of semi-consciousness so to speak, written a while back. it amuses the hell out of me so i figure some of you may enjoy as well... ------------------------------------------------------------------------[BR ]
A continuance, I badly need a continuance your honor...
So what about my god damn marshmallows? What about them indeed. I see... so it's come down to this has it, you and me dear friend sitting across from a small wooden table in a darkened room with naughty but a 23.999 watt bulb flickering small coins into the abyssal corners of the room, piling them up at such speed that in time there is a supermassive black hole creating the table we sit at in mathematical formulae, each of us about to grab the non-euclidean figures on the table to find that next digit of pi that causes it to repeat itself and so find God deep within the numbers, because this my friend is an impasse that we live upon, this place is called moment and to all sides lie paths that reach for eternity and no one has walked a path fully, do you dare choose your path here, do I, do any or do we simple stumble and roll about terrified that we may reach that end and there find a God we have made for ourselves that is nothing more than dreams and demands and otherwise is an empty and hollow shell of lies and deceit used to keep us sane in the truth that there is nothing beyond what we know and so many things beyond that nothingness that it makes the soul coward in the corners until it is pinged by the tokens of wealth and runs from the event horizon only to see it getting farther away because there is no escape from it, he moves similarly to Zeno's Arrow Paradox, but instead of going halfway of halfway, he goes halfway there, then halfway from there, then halfway from there and ends just short of the Event Horizon, or maybe a bouncing arrow, it plans to go the whole way but has to go halfway there first, then it realizes it has to go halfway to get there, then goes halfway from there to the previous halfway and then realizes it has to go halfway to get there, then goes halfway from there to the previous halfway and then realizes that it's time for a cold beer and tequila shots because it's never getting anywhere with these shitty directions from the Internet and since it's obviously male since the arrow is a phallic symbol, much like a cigar or penis, it's not going to stop for directions because really who would respect a penis that can't find it's way to where it's going, "Sorry, I'm a penis and I'm lost, where am I and how do I get to the vaginal orifice? What do you mean I'm at the lungs? How the fuck did I get here?!" quite frankly if I were a woman I wouldn't want to play with that and as a man if my penis did that I'd have to shoot him and then myself cause that's just embarrassing and so the arrow has to stop and get piss drunk so it forgets what's going on and just plunks into the floorboards at the feet of the soul as it cowers and weeps from it's plight of being lost at the intersection of infinity and aleph null with eternity barreling down the road in a nuclear powered steam roller with spikes jutting from the drum and tank tracks made of abandoned dreams screaming in agony over the cowardice of the souls that abandoned them to such a fate and in the end the soul simply blacks out and awakens again without memory of it's past trauma with occasional hints of it surfacing to drive it into the bed and cover it's head with sheets and pray for God to save them even though he refused to save my damn marshmallows from the bastard Pacman...
Rage into a fiery ball of terror shredding all that oppose you and tearing down every wall within your own city of sins and regrets, killing the mobs and gangs of your failings and leaving nothing but blood soaked streets and blown out buildings and your self burns into the night because there are no public services to put you out, in the morning the ashes are blown by the wind to the ocean to be swept out to France where it will be shaped by master artisans into tasteful nudes of shaved platypussies or pi, for 3.14159268 is .00000003-ish off of pi but close enough for our measurements because we only need pi ^ k of chronotons to break the 4th dimension barrier and go back in time to the age of iron and introduce heavy metal so the 80's become the 80s in BC and Alice Cooper is Sir Alice of Cooper or some such non-sense like the 6th sense being a hybrid of smelling ectoplasm and being groped by it, or so I've been told by Doctor Venkman the famed parapsychologist that cured the ghost of some manor or other of it's Oedipus complex and paranoia thereby letting it live a full and enjoyable tormenting afterlife as an incorporeal spirit lost wandering through eternity because it didn't pay the proper toll on the highway to heaven and got ran off the highway to hell, thereby leaving it somewhere south of New Jersey, the Garden state that grows it's own state flower of concrete which is different from shamcrete or truecrete, which is really the strongest of them all because it isn't based on lies, if we build things on a truecrete foundation they'll never fall because all the ones that fall have been built on concrete, a crete full of confidence tricks and lies, the things that eat away at the moral fiber of societies pants, or it's bowl of wheaties depending on the type of fiber they prefer to munch on like pacman and his damn little dots that look suspiciously like small marshmallows from my hot chocolate which keeps me from having it the way I want, with my friggin marshmallows, which are my right as an American or at least my right as a human being, good GOD what do these people expect me to DO with hot chocolate without my GOD DAMN MARSHMALLOWS?!
Tags: Stream Of Conscious Marshmallow Surreal
The Hunt
Ready for the hunt
In silent darkness of night
Quiet Innocence stands alone
Amidst the silky black of infinity
Scent of the hunter
Break
Run fast little prey
Push yourself to the limit
Panic as you feel hot breath on your back
Unable to escape unable to flee
Wishing with everything you could
But failing with full intention
Frenzied animal rapture
Intoxicating and impassioned lunacy
Feeling teeth sink into your soft throat
And claws against your supple flesh
Tearing the fragile skin
Drawing blood and cries of exquisite pain
Total compliance to the voracious hunter
Utter surrender to the ravishing prey
Unholy hunt and heretical capture
Of forbidden thoughts and devotion
Bringing both down in a torrent of aphrodisia
Worthy of epics to hold the Gods themselves
In rapt attention and bated breath
Waiting for that moment of truth
Where the world dissolves leaving a single being
Now stripped of everything
Two lay bare before all things
Intwined and united eternaly
Lost in euphoric love
Indulgent hysterical lust
Flushed empyrean fever
A rage of exultation
A moment of sheer fantastic terror
Echoing cries of pleasure into the night
Silence but for ragged breath
Blissful heat melding them together
Hammered in the forge of prodigious desire
Hunter and hunted joined in their private elysium.
Tags: Poetry Erotic Hunt
might take the first chunk and make it a chorus where the double-spaces are, might just leave it as a single go-through, not sure yet...
gnosis means revelation
energy epiphany
used by ancient to modern man
so sigils tap infinity
drugs and sex and dancing work,
hyperventilation too
isolation, deprivation,
drumming, singing, and taboo
gnosis brings a feeling
that you probably never knew
it's gonna be a blast of chi
then a sigil slinger will you be
that's right i'm teaching sigil majik
gonna help you raise some havoc
on etheric astral planes
but you get burnt i'm not to blame
heed this warning well
or else you're gonna deal with hell
devote all your attention
on what it is i tell
if you go and do it wrong
then it might get kinda bleak
so stop and pay attention
listen to these words i speak
else you're gonna get burned
as majik rips on down the street
now what is it that you're wanting
that i should tell to you
do you wanna hear some lies
or hear me tell you what is true
then it is not what you be saying
only what it is you do
like solving sacred mathematics
two thirteen and forty-two
now what does that mean
i hear you say
well i'm gonna tell ya son
but not today
if you don't want to hear that
then you can go away
cause i don't have the time
to sit around and play
first you gotta take a wish
something you want to persist
write it down and make it good
i want it to be understood
something simple's always best
at least until you pass the test
and get results that coalesce
from void potential made expressed
write it like it's always true
then cross out a, e, i, o, u
and then the next thing that you do
drop double letters, say adieu
now you've got a string of letters
every one should be unique
turn it into something better
something with it's own mystique
make a picture make a mantra
or just use your own technique
shouldn't know what you wrote
so you are free, adjust and tweak
quick! what is the difference between mages
and the christians?
when the mages masturbate;
someone else's sight goes missing!
it's just a little joke
to poke you in the brain
majik madness is a hazard
so save time and start insane
plus laughter is your greatest tool
so laugh for fun, majik, or pain
now your banishing's complete
back to the sigil slinging game
so now you've got a little sigil
loaded up and set to launch
it doesn't need the sacrificial
or have any special wants
it just needs a little gnosis
from your own eternal font
so get ready with your notes kids
cause some gods we're gonna taunt
figure out your gnosis
get there focused on your sigil
once you're done forget the thing
for power's strongest in a riddle
Tags: Floetry Poetry Rhymes Sigil Slinger
not really sure if i like the ending... i'll prolly polish this up later, but it works for now...
i'm evading twisted mental plots
and got you ducking master shots
with my psychic blasters
spitting to the real psychonauts
open your third eye an see it
so that you can live and be it
you don't need to throw the lots
just free your mind connect the dots
i've got tibetan bowls signing
and the sacred tones ringing
militant enlightenment
is what i'll be bringing
see you the axis mundi
the apple tree and bodhi seed
what ayahuasca spirits be
you're all-in-one infinity
now we're delving deep
into your simple brain
now we're hunting down your ego
gonna make it go insane
bringing death unto death
to free you from all pain
cause immortal souls arise
when their body gets slain
so ashes unto ashes,
and dust to dust,
you rot in peace in the ground,
or cremation - you'll combust,
now the entropy increases,
and from iron comes the rust,
so give some praises to allah,
in brahman learn to trust
you've got your simple prayers,
from your so called priest,
but i'm a special triple 6,
a hungry little beast,
waging war on heavens stairs,
and consuming the deceased,
are you an ally or a snack?
do i get another feast?
i'm starving for some prana
like a lion for some fauna
all you demons gonna burn
from holy water in my sauna
i'ma siphon off your energy
and take it to infinity
we're gonna hafta needta see
what godhead's gonna make of me
cause everything's alive
and i'm eternally free
in the sea of the sublime,
sleeps eternal god divine,
existing out of space,
isn't bound by any time,
wicked smile on his face,
because he digs my every rhyme,
he is me and is you is we
and so all of this is always mine
so show me some real honor
or you're gonna be a goner
it really doesn't help
if you've gotta stop and ponder
cause you never can be lost
if you wander on my path
else your energy exhaust
what you think about that
i'm kicking and i'm ripping
some real occult rhymes
it's got me tripping and sticking
to all the best of times
so don't rain on my parade
or else i'll steal you're spine
a memetic flash grenade
and i'll make your thoughts mine
so now i've got you twisted
and caught up in the net
then your eyes will get all misted
when my sun sets
like everything alive
i gotta live and gotta die
it's just one hell of a ride
when it's done don't need to cry
we bring eternal life
to all the mentats
you think you're needing strife
well we've got a contract
to bring you enlightenment
a brain that's full packed
with sage insights
and hearts full of progress
so pick you're fights well
and avoid the whole mess
else you're gonna summon strife
invade the enemy nest
if you're gonna rule the night
you really gotta be the best
use your god given right
survive and pass the test
gotta toke it my way
better take a good look
start living every day
by all of the good books
get on top of your class
learn some majik and then cast
i'll help you learn faster
your entheo-astral master
like a suicide bomber
there's nobody calmer
than me when i'm speaking
with truth and with honor
so don't you be tweaking
when banshees come screeching
shouting praises in my name
cause i've hijacked the game
now we're breakin bones
so you can be more flexible
we're hummin tones
so our future is more teneble
we're hearing groans
from the hordes of the cannibals
it's average joe
the coward is unsavable
we've gotta go
it's getting unstable
we're gonna flow
like juice on a cable
we run the show
put you back in the stable
then we're gonna blow
you'll learn to read a warning label
Tags: Floetry Poetry Rhymes Militant Enlightenment
yogi spooks we live forever and we'll always stick together
made of spirit, flesh and bone - we're tapped into your mental phone
without a warrant or a cause we're setting up soul coup d'etats,
we'll take your mind and set it free, erase karmas debt, jubilee!
we're sneaking through your windows after midnights come and gone
planting evidence of god within your head, you're just a pawn
for one long strange game of chess that we play up in avalon
turning monkeys into godheads - learn the truth and come along
i'm tapped into pineal glands while speaking about holy lands
i'll help you choose the right asana get you sipping on that prana
got you hooked just like crack fiends like little jack with the magic beans
he went to trade them for a brahman now enlightenment has got him
so he cannot move or speak, he's overwhelmed by the mystique
he didn't sell em for the money, ate em up, ain't it so funny
when these revelations break, and force your physical to shake
then make the inward gods awake, ouroboros the spirit snake
cast my dragnet, you get caught within my deepest darkest thoughts
cut astral cords then tie a knot, we can't be bribed, and can't be bought
we stop the spirit's essence rot, the holy esoteric S.W.A.T.!
make you bow down in our presence, like a crowd of frightened peasants
special force, memetic agents, walking on poetic pavements;
you're denying, we're replying; don't ignore this roaring lion!
come and find the one true zion, else you're gonna be left crying;
now we've got everyone flying, shaman's oil we're supplying;
yogi spooks are never lying nor complying, all undying!
milk and honey's not for me, i'm writing my own destiny
i'll show you how to hear and see the single truth - divinity;
occult operatives abound - streaming from the underground
don't you dare make any sounds or else they're gonna take you down
lock you up like the impound within your head til you are crowned
by kundalini flame inbound teaching you the truths profound
first you die then you rebound no longer can a life confound
cause finally you've got the key, soul tapped into infinity
Tags: Floetry Poetry Yogi Spooks Rhymes
0011 1ne-thiπty-t2o
1110
1111 single nexus
1001 double helix
0010 triple hexes
0110 getting reckless
0101 sweet neurosis
0011 high explosives
0101 unknown motives
1000 soul mitosis
1001 godhead claimed
0111 burst in flames
1001 one made to
0011 now is thπe
0010 eternal
0011 synkranisiti
1000
01000 - ferus vitae
Tags: 1ne-thiπty-t2o 1ne Thiπty T2o Poetry Pi Majix Synkranisiti Steganography
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