Ok.. Easthampton, MA..
Rust Temple..
been helping clean up & putting in a anarcho-crust semi-kitchen..
if there's any moms reading, they know how tough it is to feed 4 or 5 ratty little bastards who just want to play with their basic superpowers as they attempt to alter the universe...
this place is the Oxide on the nails in the Wrists of jesus..
in any case.. having fled florida & landing here, the HighPriestHood made use of the new blood offered upon the Tools of Destruction through which they are Damning That Which is by building an Anti-Vacuum, where Creativity & Wanton Kindness insist upon the Equations of Actual and Absolute Equality..
This can be energy intensive, & requires food.
hence my ignoring y'all..
except for the smarmies, here..
a lot of cleaning..
a lot of shit thrown from the 4th floor window into the dumpster below..
a lot of being amazed by what has been conceptualized, and how well it is being brought into a sense of beautifull & unusual ordinariness...
may the temple live..
may it become Something
Remembered..
May it Remain so...
photos.. somewhere there are photos..
somewhere there is a trip to Maine, which may Commence..
somewhere there is a vehicle for me that won't curve my fucking spine..
maybe there is work,
& a Boat..
maybe those who are braver & stronger & wiser than i will forgive me,
& if i am not far away will bind our strengths together..
maybe i will just flee, with dust breaking into the air, journeying where it must, also...
Zim..
O, Zim..
maybe you should get your ass up here, after you descend upon Tude..
Kevin.. oh, O man of the Highway,
& Kal
& Matt
& Dragon & the Stars the Sky has Broken..
Oh Tuna, leaping where oil has stained where life is from..
& the Vikings & Odin Folk
screaming only for Peace, more vengefully
than
they Scream
for
blood..
who scream
Love....
i ignore none of you...
you are my Hope
my Fear
my friends
& my most adversarial compatriots..
if others were not trying to kill us, we ourselves,
might be at each others throats..
but wise enough to know not to reach..
i ignore none of you,
& in this place
my silence is a kind of prayer
because the moments are like so much sunlight,
known to be what it is
only because
stone
& petal
& leaf
& the ripple, glimpsing what morning shall be
redeem her..
so you are with me,
every breath
ye all, ye smarmy rat bastards..
Rust Temple..
been helping clean up & putting in a anarcho-crust semi-kitchen..
if there's any moms reading, they know how tough it is to feed 4 or 5 ratty little bastards who just want to play with their basic superpowers as they attempt to alter the universe...
this place is the Oxide on the nails in the Wrists of jesus..
in any case.. having fled florida & landing here, the HighPriestHood made use of the new blood offered upon the Tools of Destruction through which they are Damning That Which is by building an Anti-Vacuum, where Creativity & Wanton Kindness insist upon the Equations of Actual and Absolute Equality..
This can be energy intensive, & requires food.
hence my ignoring y'all..
except for the smarmies, here..
a lot of cleaning..
a lot of shit thrown from the 4th floor window into the dumpster below..
a lot of being amazed by what has been conceptualized, and how well it is being brought into a sense of beautifull & unusual ordinariness...
may the temple live..
may it become Something
Remembered..
May it Remain so...
photos.. somewhere there are photos..
somewhere there is a trip to Maine, which may Commence..
somewhere there is a vehicle for me that won't curve my fucking spine..
maybe there is work,
& a Boat..
maybe those who are braver & stronger & wiser than i will forgive me,
& if i am not far away will bind our strengths together..
maybe i will just flee, with dust breaking into the air, journeying where it must, also...
Zim..
O, Zim..
maybe you should get your ass up here, after you descend upon Tude..
Kevin.. oh, O man of the Highway,
& Kal
& Matt
& Dragon & the Stars the Sky has Broken..
Oh Tuna, leaping where oil has stained where life is from..
& the Vikings & Odin Folk
screaming only for Peace, more vengefully
than
they Scream
for
blood..
who scream
Love....
i ignore none of you...
you are my Hope
my Fear
my friends
& my most adversarial compatriots..
if others were not trying to kill us, we ourselves,
might be at each others throats..
but wise enough to know not to reach..
i ignore none of you,
& in this place
my silence is a kind of prayer
because the moments are like so much sunlight,
known to be what it is
only because
stone
& petal
& leaf
& the ripple, glimpsing what morning shall be
redeem her..
so you are with me,
every breath
ye all, ye smarmy rat bastards..