Tag Archives: desert
To know myself, a rogue aggregate of loving atoms, a happy shivering clusterfuck of luminous baubles banded together to forge and assume an alleged identity, no papers or pulpit required, to fulfill an arc, and heart-guided directives, to be a … Continue reading
At the true pulpit, Silence reigns, speaking volumes– To praise, we listen.
Scorn keeping vigil, the spread of dissolution– deserts never lie.
Between thorny and immaterial, Heaven became them in the cold luminous light of Nephilim exacting double-exposure on celluloid.
Epic announcement forthcoming about commandments to be scratched onto stone tablets like Eden acid jazz for badland sinners in nuclear raincoats (stream: Wholly Moses the remix on Godify.)
In the beginning, there were no words.
On the day I landed on Asteroid B-9 and wandered around for a short eternity without a sighting, I asked the Silence if it had said seen the Little Prince to which the Silence responded not at all. The Little … Continue reading
Anatomy of an Ab-Ex blueprint for anarchic matter, or, how the viral network of Jackson Pollock’s warlock nerves & bones masquerade as kindling for future paintings and tomes.