"It requires wisdom to understand wisdom: the music is nothing if the audience is deaf" - Walter Lippmann
"I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again." - Oscar Wilde
“Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink.” - Charles Bukowski
Sorry kids, I'm tired of explaining how my diagnosis of "Episodic Unipolar Mania", combined with my DID, has caused my cognitive engine to burn through 10 lives worth of Math, Physics, and Philolsophy and still quests for more. Below is my Ode to Logophilia, parts of which have been published previously. Also, a channeled musing on The Rapture, from one who fell prey to the Inquisitor's murderous perfidy more times than I wish to remember (would that I could forget - I wake some nights with the taste of molten lead in my throat, not easily forgotten I guess, even 600 year down the road).
MR. V’S ONANOMANIA
Pound on, wonderbunswomen !
The future is about to come crashing down
on your seminalien Socraticed concupiscience:
gobs of bluecheeseviralslimeswallowing
sumshucksters circle revenently ‘round the women’s bidet
for a just a whiff of vintagestiff deathlustcurdcrust.
[ . . . meanwhile,, in an adjoining abbatoir,
carmelized all-iris-eyes shining with:
“Love me ‘cause I can lick my own, slick”; her ogleobsessed bloatedbratwursthunghusband
was whanking furiously on his priapic principles,
diddling with the livefeed display
where his wife was splayed and playing, plying her suckcesspool sublimnanalwitherkneeling succubusiness
whilst he watched, wondering who would get off
thisincarnatiedyad dharmaweal fistfirst . . . ]
‘Snatcwhoreorally, carnalicklewdin on this The Kid wasnot. In Seminalaryan school all they had tauthemabutt booty hardonly swerved to cunfewes him,so he neversuspeckerheaded a thing, banalthewile the massturdebaiting pimpherinhell washaving herscrewineveryoneoncue, druggedandfrugged, whenever he could, consequimsays be dammed. Gofrigurs. Anall this took f’revher to fingerout, buttwhim headiddled tit, tolerant hey new twat was twat, so nutbesotted gnomewhorewashe, she shed “whank who’s berrymunch” hand they wend their hairy ways.
The Kid’n’er leftownan lovived awiledinsin enemafarther
outinthewayback untrying two hurts to make amends
till atlassed they true grue apheart teachotheransplit.
Amoral? . . . dumbtotryno . . . I guess the testis:
en crudite verite. - J. Thrasher, 1997
. . . and so that’s the piece that sealed the deal . . . and after much critical acclaim and clamour I was duly vested with the Bukowski Chair at the WWW Univerity Of “n”th Dimensional Creative Neuraethiology© Physics. I passed my Orals with a rather lacklustre (I felt) 10 hour recital of my Onaneopus©: “Moribundant Museschatology©” (shortform); and was subsequently elected Salutightorian© of the obligatory Grand Piano Vomitory. But, needless to say, I digress.
Anyway, so, when the Angelic Host (Luciferian Rebels inclusive) manifestly decloaked on 9/9/99, and the
ensuing ‘World Tao-Zones Index’© plummeted, my wetware startup company ThrashArt© went cortex-up,
AND, then, my 1+?+? year Marriage Contract with ‘Celeclonal Drew Barrymore(©)#427’© was terminated in its third month for nonpayment of premiums, I felt pretty low. Lower than a dysmounted© HOLOSIMM on a melted microchip, I tell you true. Nevertheless, I rented a cheap cubi next to the downtown ‘Toke-It-Topium’© pissoir and dug in my plasteelheels, rationing my expenditures and flailing frantically, round the10 hour metriclock©, with the ‘waldo(©)trol’© of my cubi’s holographic V-keyboard, trying to spewout enough CDopy© pusillanimous persiflage (at ¥1,000,000/word@Uscale) to keep me in tofusteaks, and trying to transmute my melancholy into something resembling remuneration. Transcribed pain always pays mohbettah bucks, brauae.
It was about that time, if you will recall, that President Hanks, just back from a State visit to Neowobblyville©, capital of the L-5 Republic, gave his now infamous “Religeosity-Industratareal Simplex (type XII)”© speech, which, I might add, was a freelance collabberation© of William Safire(©)wareAI23© and yours truly, and all heaven broke loose.
Feeling the heat of the Nutluddite© Fringe’s Basque ninjas on my exculpatory trail, I had my trendy
Maoriyogibear-facitattoo© redone with a more inconspicuous mtlflkechatoyantGuernica-epicreep©, and
decided to go hang out at ClubMadHedonism© Bayonne for a while, under a psuedonominative© personality
rented from gNom-De-Plumes-R-Oui©.
Things just got stranger and stranger though. I ran into my 43rd wifethere, sporting new mams (she, not me), and a new beau (some codpiece-enhanced crackreek© CPA from Tierra Del Fuego North©, with a contiguwuss© eyebrow and betelnutrotted© plasteeth), at the nightly ‘JackoffJill Disco’©; humped them both perverunctoreally© (for Deco-rhum’s© sake) and ended up whipped and wayoverhung© at the Club’s Breakfastorgybar gimme-Buffet© trying to choke down a plate of 'MagnoliaThunderpussy(©)Pooptarts’© and fresh jizcream©, while unSteadmanly dodgering© the OTTOmaided© cat-o-mime-tails© wilding Elviituvla’s© that were working the buffetline.
It was then that I had my now much valleywho-Op-ed© epiepiphany©, in an effuallgent© flash of
agenbitinwitsitu©-IRMWsckt©-shortedtoground-threw-brainspam© so perspirinvidiouscicacious© that if froze the Synthlymph© in my stunned and reeling hydro-enSETHalamic©
AIemplants©!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
. . . “THE BANNED”©!!!!!!!!!!!!
I HAD TO PUT “THE BANNED”© BACK TOGETHER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!
I was on a MISSION FROM COD!!!!!! I had regained my Guerilla WittgenSteiner©
cummingsynsenessence© of NOHthrupFryedlike© centracontraility© of mythooze©, and
myonaninkarnakitive© concupissantequiproseleGaiaSet-E©!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!GNARLYASSFASTANDSLIPFINFREECOOLDOODY©!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WAYRADITWAS, and well, the rest is herstory, as y’ll know, but those were theodoronodaze© my frskens, and that was how it all CAymendooBBing@. I gHesse© chew jest ad two Bea “ARThiere”©, don’cha’gnome©, don’cha’gnoumenon©! It’s just like Tiny Dr. Tim and/or Gandalf said, longague© in Fairway Park: ‘We’ve already won, all that’s left is the moppin’ up.”! The viewture will be shapesifted by
GrindingrungrunniongrinninAOLollywaillin© young ThrasheRs with wetwirednetskateboards©.
{IMNSHO, there’s no reasonably probable [IOW: none now having greater than what I calcululate© to be an 11% (±2%) chance of consensocioccurrence© (percentages having permutatively decreased in conformance with the vaticinaderivation© of a geomatriaxially© continuiguous© AINcontraverticestringfractal-inaccessationablequationmodel© since ‘65)] bifurconcatenation©/line-of-’futurehistory’-force-vector-sum that will escape the substantive influence of of the 60’s, so get over it, already, all you fundittoheads and nostalgia buffs.} Progress, don’t repress or regress. ‘YAH don’t need TA wHETherman, for ‘lo, ‘WITCH-WAY’ this wind blows.’} -J- );{>
All comments cheerfully solicited - just a short one this, but this is what I feel I do best, I can, and will, if asked, define and/or explain any of the Neologisms hereinbefore created/used, and some of the polyentendre.
Please though, be patient, I do have a “just-a-cog-in-the-gears-of-the-GNP” stultifyingly non-creative day job and some scant semblance of a life. Namaste.
*BTW - The Test: How many of the identified new words above can be attributed to citable sources previous to this publication? How does a Neologist make money from Neology? I haven’t a clue. Do you? Anyway, “(t)hank you for encouraging my behavior.” *
Un Canto De Desconsoledad
(Hello my friends. save this one for when you're 'up', and into trying to understand the experience OF despair - it's one of my better works, but, unfortunately, its quite depressing. . . . oh well, "Pain Pays", as they say);{>
Oigolo Pablo, y lo siento.
My lips like truculent tumescent clamshells,
bent on expelling that blue otherworldliness
that is sky,
purse and blow,
bilabially fricative IN seahoarsely proportions
(as real as romance was ever my wont-
AS WELL YOU KNOW);{>,
see me, imagine this man,
and watch me face my fate:
wending my wounded way through my thislife.
using what’s left of my wit I try to reply entertainingly to all the shallow conversational gambits that Bloviate my way of late . . .
So Still I hunker down,
digging my way backwards into the tubewormstrewn
notfullyfathomed muck
that is my memory of marriage..
Nada, nada, nada y algo nada de menos:
mi alma.
Even the gulls veer away
when they smell the decay of my dreams:
washed up on Eroded beaches of Passion Past eviscerated and gelatinous,
delaquesing weakly red
over thereandthen here - thinly blue, translucent jellies Delicately dying
strewn across the dunes,
Evanascent nacre, staining the clean sardonyx sand and
steaming in the sullen ochre sun.
That puling weak insignificant star
never quite dispells the oleaginous fog
that greyes my daze,
my gaze, my temples,
and my beard, Frosted by chill winters full of loves Feckless and fey, and aft gang agley
as once again happiness, in a most contumacious hauteur, hath fled.
Sputum of the sea, sputum of the sea -
sea that has become the world's sewer,
cover me with a placenta of courage
made from greenglowing E-coli soup.
Las gaviotas se mueren lo crepusculo.
Muda, mi amor matamese.
Tht waste-treatment plant that was
my heart,
still pumps sludge through Life’s outfall,
burying tiny pallid crustaceans of caring
in an effluvium of emotive tedium,
yet I totter down the dun dunes onward still.
in the waning sun of thiswhens afternoon
i stu,mble, numbly leprous as the ubiquity of unhappiness saps strength and spirit,
hair matted with seawrack
spattered gullshatseaweed covering my head like a caul.
Un hombre sin esperanza
que la mar sin las olas, y sin una playa.
Oigolo Pablo, y lo siento,
lo siento, lo siento tambien.
- Jondalf 1995
I'm sure I didn't do my 5 lives as a native Spanish speaker any harm, but the "idomatic" was so much a part of Neruda's Art. I suppose if Borges could decipher Joyce, it is possible to transcend NLP. Still, my best work was stolen ("deleted" said the moderator, who also said; "eaten by server" before that) and thus, my two best pieces of channeled Sanskit Cosmological Theses were lost to the soul-sucking MT website. That's what I get for being attached to my own art.
I now have found no less than a dozen fairly reputable sources of independent corroboration for my longstanding contention that CIA Projects like ARTICHOKE, MKULTRA and MONARCH had "Subprojects" dedicated to the ongoing behavior modification of childhood sex-abuse victims manifesting MPD. This is some of the sickest shit of which you could ever conceive, but I have known about this, and was just unable to believe it, for 15 years. I personally have known at least a dozen women to whom this was done, and they are the bravest souls it has ever been my privelage to befriend.
It just breaks my heart to have be unable to de-condition all of them, but they are getting younger and younger, and the Company, along with the Porn Industry, have perfected their techniques (and their analogs of meth) over the years. I will continue to "endeavor to persevere" in my efforts to both verify and combat this predation upon the sick, and abused, but at least I am now convinced that the solitary and personal insights and conclusions I reached about this manipulation of the most vulnerable of our sisters (and brothers), developed after having watched this shit go down around me for the past 15 years, are not simply attributable to my 'counterculture paranoia' as some of my aquaintences have charged, but are indeed based upon the diligently ridiculed but nevertheless viable evidence of other people who've seen it as well. And not all of them are '60's casualties. Please check out these links:
There are MANY, MANY more . . . - the Dalphe
I actually occasionally answer random "Yahoo Questions", just to keep in the practice of tackling the Akashic whiles fielding all balls hit my way (to bravely mix two sports metaphors)eys as Steve Gaskin used to do with such aplomb, even under a 2,000 microgram dose of what we in the business always just referred to as "the white" - Owsley's best - hell, the Nazi's never did better than "grey" (LSD, when properly synthesized or derived is "colorless" AND YES, THERE REALLY WERE PhD NAZI CHEMISTS MAKING LSD AT THE N.I.H. IN D.C. IN THE '60s & '70s - he replied to the everpresent ignorant fools that always rolled their eyes at hearing that - you twerps were in Sunday School when some of us were actually traveling to what you all all mistakenly believe is "Heaven" - there were Cherubim, this I know, so it sounds pretty close to me) . Anyway, the following piece I didn't have the heart to post, on Yahoo, but the question was real:
"Ok, I had a dream about the rapture. Im a christian.
i was in a apartment - not mine - looked out the window and saw someone looking out the window of their apartment. i questioned why i was in this apartment. this town seemed deserted. Then everything started to shake but nothing was falling down. i WAS terrified because either stuff should crush an kill me, or things should stop shaking in the dream i wondered if i had just had a seizure while i was asleep.
then i woke, tried to figure out the meaning of the dream but couldn't - really frustrated and scared .
Sorry, my friend, but you are one of the "Left Behind", this time, I think. Some parallel universes (remember the: "In my father's house there are many mansions" line from the bible ) had the Rapture with all the bells and whistles, about 3% of all the analogs of the 'Independent English Speaking America' reality matrix model got to have their faithful go. They were FAR from here, though, and there was a sizable recidivist Huguenot population bias . . .
. . . but anyway: your faith was strong enough to confirm that the predicted event DID happen, for SOME people, but a LONG way from here. It allowed your astral body to "Slide" all the way there to see it. No mean feat for someone never trained to "Slide" Such is the power of religious faith, mores the pity. Cheer up though- let's see, the last one of these that didn't happen was in 1994, sooooo, maybe around 2028, if you've studied the secular "Many Worlds Theory" and done your homework by renting and watching all the TV episodes of all 6 seasons of "Sliders", along with Jet Lee's "The One" and such. Which is how I learned about a lot of this stuff that current physicists insist is true, BTW. Then you should be able to shuffle yourself into a permutatively probable parallel timeline neighborhood and just hang in there till you're snatched, Right?
(I am NOT joking here, believe it or not - I have actually been doing this since I was a kid. So, I know the Rapture will NEVER happen where I am, just so you know, because, as one of the first humans to join the "Luciferian Rebellion" 25,000 years ago - I and my crew of stalwart fellow "Slider" 'freedom fighters', sometimes known as 'Gaia's Guerillas', AND just a few hundred Seraphim, Cherubim and other "fallen" and occasionally 'neutral' Angels WILL NOT ALLOW IT. We can and do predict when and where this stuff happens, many thousands of years in advance and we just continue to choose lifetimes where we can 'nudge' the course of the future away from the evil IHVH - first "god" to sanction genocide - remember what happened to the Canaanites when the Jewish nation first entered Palestine? Just like 1948.
Nothing against the Nation Of Israel mind you, they've just brainwashed by their energy-vampire Slavemaster. As A Gnostic, I just believe the Judeo-Christanic 'god' (IHVH, Yahweh, Jehovah whatever) we have called "Demiurgos", or Demiurge for 4,000 plus years: IS THE CREATOR OF ALL THAT IS EVIL IN 'THE CREATION' - THE ARCHITECT OF THE SLAVERY OF SUFFERING EVER HUMAN LIFETIME CONTAINS,that's all. No more than the Catholics were taught to believe, during the Inquisition, of my fine innocent Pagan ancestors. As a matter of fact, you don't see ME pouring molten lead down any Christian throats, now, do you? Actually that was done, to a former "me", and also 18 other wonderful ways to die (Michael Students Please Note: My "True Personality" and my "Essence" bathed in their ghastly enjoyment of my disembowelings, but they REALLY got off on the three days it took me to slowly slide down to die choking on my own bowels shoved up my throat by the 6 foot tall small treetrunk that accomplished my impalement, AS THE "MEN OF GOD", Priests and Bishops, took turns urinating on me and laughing from the staking platform. Sorry, but this IS the "Nature Of Personal Reality!
I AM MAKING NONE OF THIS UP - THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH DID THIS TO OVER 10,000,000+ PEOPLE OVER 1,000 YEARS OF SADISM, AND RAPE AND UNIMAGINABLE CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY:
Scientists, herbalists, midwives, Astrologer's, pagans, heathens, heretics, Jews, Wiccans, Druids, native populations in Africa and The New World - even castrating young boys, to keep their voices high, so they could sing hymns of praise to the
"One True God" - Hey, know what all you pathetic apologist Theologians - YEAH, I'M TALKIN'TO YOU, VATICAN - YOU BLAME YOUR THOUSANDS OF YEARS OF PROSYLETIZED PEDERASTY ON THE LIBERALITY OF THE "HIPPIE YEARS" IN THE '60s & '70s - YOU HAVE GONE UNPUNISHED TOO LONG - YOU HAVE OFFENDED A GNOSTIC PRIEST/WICCAN SOLITARY HIGH MAGE FORMERLY A
You thought the Holocaust was bad? It was over in 10 years, may all THOSE poor suffering disposable 'False Personalities' ("Not living beings" says The Michael Teachings) have found some peace and solace and surcease since. At least the Holocaust had Nuremberg (after the US plastic surgeried, smuggled, paid huge sums, relocated AND THEN incorporated 10,000 (documented figure) of the worst Nazi War Criminals into our Military, Scientific and Intelligence Administations to continue their experiments on unwitting US CITIZENS, rather than Dachau 'skeleton people'
Just one caveat for you my Christian friend though: the "you" from the timeline you'll have to move to will have to leave it before Rapture - the Angels remaining in 'Heaven' take care of the "only one you gets to sky" clause with unrestrained glee - they were designed to 'smite' humanity, if you recall, and they just don't see that much action anymore, so bring brass knucks or something, you know - you 'christoforos' always were good at pushing people around.
Blessed Be All - Jondalf
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