Saturday, August 18, 2018

Another Round Again

Having spent an extended pilgrimage in the Himalayas consuming only yak butter tea and massive quantities of hallucinogenic red honey I needed a period of hibernation. Now I have decided to emerge form the primordial ooze of homelessness in a succession of North American cities. I burst forth with a message, a warning, a gospel, a shared dream of Bacchus and Athena if you will.

I woke up in a viscous sheen in one of the less reputable neighborhoods of East Oakland with a red high heel shoe as my pillow and a feather boa as a blanket. I saw a frog. In the gutter. I knew this frog to be the Egyptian Kek. Kek was forcing himself on Shiva the Destroyer......in the Biblical sense. The frog approached the image and maneuvering the many arms did mount and jackhammer like an insane rabbit. Then at the moment of the evening dew did the sky grow dark and the moon turned to blood and in the appointed time did issue forth the consummation of the yuge union. Tiamat reincarnated, reassembled from the fractured foundations of the earth where Marduk had planted her. The ancient chaos that threatened the gods stepped forth onto the land and the seas from the place where the sun is born to where it dies back into the abyss. The sign of her ascendancy was a flock of black swans which the righteous captured and used to make the most amazing foie gras.

Let those who have ears to hear understand the meaning of this vision.


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