The Masters of Deception

Imperial Wizard of ExXxtasy

Grandmaster Ratte, I think of you in times of pelvic distress.
When the rashburn of 100 ct bedsheets is simply too much.
It is here, on this farm, that I can most clearly sense disease.
I see the wasps for what they are: daemonia. If I had to fuck
a bird, it'd be a condor. But I'd rather ride atop its wings.

We both know Baltimore¹ is a place
built for ArtStars and pigeonshit.

I've turned to Wiccan because I am disgusted. The bare-assed
decomposition before me is simply too much. Fuck this fried
fish mish mash, I am stoic in my wandering. Sex with Satan.
System failure is a blanket statement.

Deep between the [numbers and signs]
lies the language of the Beast once heralded.

Driving to the jazzcat's house in 110° heat. His name ends in
"-ek" like some mid-level European golfer. Day in Night City,
blight blooms in the ashes of Reagan's gleaming robot mind.

I long for the range balls striped in red. From
here all the way to Rikers if you really ripped it.

Dearest Warlord, in this heat things fold in on themselves.
It's bugs versus bugs. Moisture becomes a primary substance.
Metallic storm clouds are constantly reconstituting. It is the
Age of Oxen, the psychedelic epoch of one Beto O'Rourke.

The Chrysler building, once phallic, now
the Lubbock of Turtle Bay/East Midtown²

I wash the dishes in the tub. Play scattergories with the pigeons.
Down the street from my apartment: a Chinese slaughterhouse,
a methadone clinic, an empty lot with weeds the size of trees.

Joybubbles, I Am ( The Church of Eternal Childhood )

Bananagrams: I want for nothing else.

Perilously disengaged and covered in fruit bats,
I've lost the discipline to catalogue my interests,

the ability to articulate and maintain any kind
of meaningful trajectory. I used to make lists.

Now I nuke tupperware and fill the cookie jar
with madnessss...

From the jetsam of youth comes the need for calisthenics.
A diamond structured madness hellbent on precision

By whose hands were you blinded?

Life's simplest pleasures most readily suffice.

When I bathe it's as though I've been fellated.

I wake up on the later side french kissing my pillow.

It ought not to be this way.

It's hard to say how it happened without
a proper metric for psychic inebriation

Carmichael, the manchild
we are set to repent at 5:30pm
the wafers are laid out
as is the Crystal Pepsi

(the wafers are the body
the soda, it is remembering)

— a sudden-onset palsy triggered by machine paraphernalia—

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Lord Digital, High Priest of the Sacrament of Transition

We are all prisoners of our own Abraxion myth, Lord Digital.
The derivations from the story are they themselves the story.

I will be 76 when my consciousness is uploaded
onto a harddrive two miles under the cold earth
inside the NordGen™ Svalbard Global Seed Vault.

(What if I am one of The Horsemen?)

From that point onward I will live my life as a film.
A film I both watch and star in. A film called "Apple
Mafia" or "My Life with Ibogaine". . . Endless loop.

<HuzZlE> <SpoNGlE> <BlAmFPh!> <KzZzZzz>

We are nothing if not omnipotent daydreams dreamed by some other
dreamer / Something rich and bored and body-less. Something nursing
the equivalent of a Muddslide™ on some kind of galactical beach.

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Fairness was never even insinuated. The time has come to take up
what in effect amounts to Pro Wrestling. You…the Giant Panther
of the Panther Moderns.

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                                text by US@phantom.com
                                (In My Mind Since 1979)
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