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New Future Freak

 

Hot shot what not high fly desire
Style star bizarre you are
Hot shot what not high fly desire different
Style star bizarre you are new future

(FAWN) Sticky strange
(SPAWN) Chop change
(FAWN) Sticky strange FREAK CHIC
(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene
(SPAWN) Chop change evergreen
(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene FREAK CHIC FREAK

Hot shot what not high fly desire different
Style star bizarre you are new future
Hot shot what not high fly desire different excellent
Style star bizarre you are new future fantasy

(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene
(SPAWN) Chop change evergreen
(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene FREAK CHIC FREAK
(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene fine
(SPAWN) Chop change evergreen divine
(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene fine FREAK CHIC FREAK SLEEK

Hot shot what not high fly desire different excellent
Style star bizarre you are new future fantasy
Hot shot what not high fly desire different excellent accident
Style star bizarre you are new future fantasy fashion

(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene fine
(SPAWN) Chop change evergreen divine
(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene fine FREAK CHIC FREAK SLEEK

(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene fine trick
(SPAWN) Chop change evergreen divine demonic
(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene fine trick FREAK CHIC FREAK SLEEK FREAK

(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene fine trick
(SPAWN) Chop change evergreen divine demonic
(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene fine trick FREAK CHIC FREAK SLEEK FREAK

(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene fine trick overdone
(SPAWN) Chop change evergreen divine demonic fun
(FAWN) Sticky strange obscene fine trick overdone FREAK CHIC FREAK SLEEK FREAK CLIQUE

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Ego War

Kinky karma
Kinky karma am
Kinky karma am I, (I), I, (I),
One as all
One as all are
One as all are we free, (FREE), free, (FREE),

Still love will fill rhyme
Still lust will spill slime
Still life will kill time, kill time, kill time, kill time for,

Kinky Karma am
Kinky Karma am I
Kinky Karma am I who, (I WHO), I who, (I WHO),
One as all are
One as all are we
One as all are we free to, (FREE TO), free to, (FREE TO),

Still love will fill rhyme
Still lust will spill slime
Still life will kill time (EGO WAR), kill time (EGO WAR), kill time (EGO WAR), kill time for,

EGO WAR.

Kinky Karma am I
Kinky Karma am I who
Kinky Karma am I who do, (I WHO DO), I who do, (I WHO DO),
One as all are we
One as all are we free
One as all are we free to be, (FREE TO BE), free to be, (FREE TO BE),

Still love will fill rhyme (EGO WAR)
Still lust will spill slime (EGO WAR)
Still life will kill time (EGO WAR), kill time (EGO WAR), kill time (EGO WAR), kill time for,
Still love will fill rhyme (EGO WAR)
Still lust will spill slime (EGO WAR)
Still life will kill time (EGO WAR), kill time (EGO WAR), kill time (EGO WAR), kill time for,

EGO WAR.

 

 

New Future Fantasy – Tripping

 

Life’s prim picture soon chances to play
Nubile nature will ever sweet sway
Fantasy accept and convey
Only if we go tripping

Love’s fresh flower soon dances to share
Pregnant power will ever soft care
Harmony receive and declare
Only if we go

Flipping that zip-zapping magic
Splat slick atavistic appeal
Dripping with dithering pleasure surreal

Life’s weird wiggle soon quivers to soar
Gallant giggle will ever quiet roar
Mystery excite and implore
Only if we go tripping

Love’s pure passion soon shivers to bloom
Fatal fashion will ever quick plume
Ecstasy arrive and resume
Only if we go

Slipping through pip-popping music
New ripe archetypal design
Ripping round ground breaking earth shaking
Free re-birth divine

Only if we go
Only if we go
Only if we go tripping, skipping, tripping on yon wonderblur place
Tripping, skipping, tripping by nigh psychoflow space
Tripping, skipping, tripping on yon wonderblur place
Tripping, skipping, tripping by nigh psychoflow space
Go trip a mazy motion, skip a hazy notion, trip a crazy potion, skip a lazy ocean, go
Trip a dizzy measure, skip a fizzy pleasure, trip a busy leisure, skip a whizzy treasure, go
Tripping, skipping, tripping on yon wonderblur place
Tripping, skipping, tripping by nigh psychoflow, sky plateau
Psychoflow, tightened bow
Psychoflow, vital show
Psychoflow, sly hello
Psychoflow, spry tiptoe
Psychoflow, flighty row
Psychoflow, diamond glow
Psychoflow, I nouveau.

My Divided Self

 

I am occupying a small private room in a medieval tavern. This windowless space forms a perfect cube, within which stands a heavy square wooden table, mounted lectern like on a thick box shaped support, both of which are perfectly aligned and centred to the sides of the chamber. Two low stools are placed on the floor, each by an opposite edge of the board, upon one of which I grimly sit, my forearms, laying on the desk, supporting my heavily slumping torso, my fists clenched and my features anxious.
I stare fixedly straight ahead at the single doorless entrance, placed precisely in the middle of the side facing me. The dark apartment is lit by a couple of high braziers, mounted halfway along each of the flanking walls. Their flickering flames cause a dramatic chiaroscuro, in which rich golds and warm rusty hues fantastically weave and mingle with the oak shades of the furnishings, and the inexorable opaques of nothingness.
I patiently await my guest. Who he is, when he will appear, where he comes from, what this encounter means, and how this meeting has been made to pass, I know not. Yet I’m certain that I must stay, until my fateful friend arrives and takes his seat across from me.
Suddenly the scene changes. I am walking through a maze of dim, narrow, low ceilinged corridors. I’m lost, yet compelled to go on, to reach the end, the conclusion of this confusion, as there appears to be no way back. I know not how I got here, where this is, why I’m here, and when I started stumbling through this bizarre labyrinth. Every attempt to return, to what I know not, takes me through frustrating circles or to dull dead ends. As I move forward, as much as anything is progression in this crazy place, the passageways get gradually thinner and lower, and I struggle more and more to restrain my simmering feelings of terrifying claustrophobia.
Then, almost at the moment of complete psychosis, I reach an exit, which leads into an open room. In the sombre shadows of this refreshing, liberating space I see a table, at which a man sits facing me, patiently waiting. As we look at each other, we instantly recognise that I am the one he’s been expecting, and that this is the place for which I’ve been searching, my escape, my release. As I take my seat opposite it seems that now I am both my own guest, and my own host.
And then the setting changes, to a large, chandeliered ballroom, with its many wide, tall, ornate windows letting in a bright, clear daylight. In this cool, echoey hall I am having a sword fight with another man. I’m dressed as adashing swashbuckler, with my half opened, baggy, white lace ruffle frill shirt gathered into my trimly belted, tight black trousers. These are tucked into my stylish, knee high black riding boots, while my long, straight, shiny jet hair is slickly tied back into a ponytail.
As we combat with verve and panache, I all at once notice that my assailant is a perfect doppelganger of myself, as well as being dressed exactly the same as me. Immediately upon this revelation he doubles, so now I’m fencing with two identical fellows, both indistinguishable from myself, forcing me to increase my efforts to hold them at bay. Again, upon this realisation the pair duplicate, so now I must struggle even more rapidly to parry four familiar ruffians.
This magically matrixed metamorphosis repeats twice more, until I am manically contending with sixteen attackers. Completely overwhelmed by these odds I desperately retire while they form a semi-circle around me, slowly edging in for the kill, as I frantically twist and turn in a last ditch effort to defend myself. Then, as they are almost close enough to strike, I deftly deliver a slick stroke to the right leading hand of the scoundrel at the left end of the arc. This disables his grip, while simultaneously causing his riposte to glance awry, and instead strike, in a similar fashion to my adroit thrust, the right hand of the next man in the row. A chain reaction occurs, as this second aggressor suffers the same fate, his injured hand similarly unwittingly assaulting the next man in the row, and so on down to the end of the line, with the speed and rhythm of a domino topple.
In a short time all my antagonists stand defeated, nursing their wounded paws while their weapons lay useless on the floor, and I flamboyantly raise my rapier on high in victory, boldly announcing “Touche”.

New Future Fantasy – Riddle Love

 

Riddle (RIDDLE), Riddle (RIDDLE), Riddle (RIDDLE), Riddle (RIDDLE),

Time to juggle is not (JUGGLE IS NOT)
Time to juggle sure what (JUGGLE SURE WHAT)
Time to juggle gone got (JUGGLE GONE GOT)
Time to juggle cold hot (JUGGLE COLD HOT)

Time to come
Come naughty numb
Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID
Come naughty numb
Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID
Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID thought hid we riddle (RIDDLE), riddle (RIDDLE),

How you quibble this that (QUIBBLE THIS THAT)
How you quibble where at (QUIBBLE WHERE AT)
How you quibble sharp flat (QUIBBLE SHARP FLAT)
How you quibble dog cat (QUIBBLE DOG CAT)

How you come naughty numb
Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID
Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID thought hid we riddle (RIDDLE), riddle (RIDDLE),
Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID
Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID thought hid we riddle (RIDDLE), riddle (RIDDLE),
Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID thought hid we riddle (RIDDLE), riddle (RIDDLE), riddle love,

Riddle (RIDDLE), Riddle (RIDDLE),

Us who shuffle will might (SHUFFLE WILL MIGHT)
Us who shuffle sweet spite (SHUFFLE SWEET SPITE)
Us who shuffle left right (SHUFFLE LEFT RIGHT)
Us who shuffle day night (SHUFFLE DAY NIGHT)

Us who come naughty numb CAUGHT MID
Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID thought hid we riddle (RIDDLE), riddle (RIDDLE),
Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID thought hid we riddle (RIDDLE), riddle (RIDDLE), riddle love,

Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID thought hid we riddle (RIDDLE), riddle (RIDDLE),
Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID thought hid we riddle (RIDDLE), riddle (RIDDLE), riddle love,

Come naughty numb CAUGHT MID thought hid we riddle (RIDDLE), riddle (RIDDLE), riddle love,

New Future Fantasy – Desire’s Dream

 

Revealed, turned on
Awoken by our sleepy season
Conception’s quiet design
Inside love’s petty play

Concealed, burned, gone
Unspoken by our rapid reason
Exceptions quite divine
Collide life’s dizzy day

Now all is one so none can sever
Clever done by heaven to redeem
Rein the main endeavour
To forever face the blinding beam
And chase desire’s dream.

Realised bright, clear
Protected by our passive power
Attraction’s very soul
Soft sings love’s giddy game

Surprised right here
Perfected by our fickle flower
Distraction’s rigmarole
Fast flings love’s fleeting flame

Now all is fundamental matter
Running through a universal theme
From each tiny tatter
This then that must race the slippery stream
And chase desire’s dream.

All is one so none can sever
Clever done by heaven to redeem
Rein the main endeavour
To forever face the blinding beam

All is one so none can sever
Running through a universal theme
Rein the main endeavour
To forever race the slippery stream
And chase desire’s dream.

Indian Constellations

My friends and I were ripe with wanderlust. Flushed with our successful A level results we were full of eager optimism, savouring the first bloom of independent adulthood. We determined to go on a tour of exotic locations, exploring the strange lands of the mystical East. With a keen spirit of earnest camaraderie we were soon on the magic bus, tripping through the weird dream regions of our bizarre itinerary.

After many adventures on our transcendental travellings we all felt the call of home. As we were soon passing an international Japanese airport we decided that we would stop there, leave our cosy coach, and catch a flight straight back to our normal lives. In the meantime I curled up on my cramped seat to get some sleep, as all this excitement had left me exhausted.

But I slept too long, as when I awoke all my companions were gone and my flight home was far behind. It seems that my so-called comrades had thoughtlessly disembarked without waking me. I was hurt and disappointed at their apparent selfishness, and the lack of that fellowship so evident at our journey’s start.

Then I became aware of new passengers who had replaced my old colleagues, fresh explorers on this mystery tour. As they chatted in their familiar cliques I felt somewhat alone, although these fledgling tourists were in no way hostile or alien to me, most of them seeming to be well mannered young Americans.

By now night had fallen and our extraordinary excursion had reached the ancient pagan panoramas of India. I looked out of the windows to see vast black-green plains passing by, seemingly stretching forever in awesome vistas of rich sombre shadow. Then my sight was brilliantly distracted by the sky, which glittered bursting with a prodigious array of the most fantastical stellar constellations. It was as if all the stars had moved that much closer to Earth, and multiplied into celestial formations of dazzling esoteric abundance. Despite the uncomfortable ride in this battered old vehicle on a bumpy dirt road, I was totally captivated at the pure beauty and spectacular wonder of this exquisite vision.

I knew that synchronicity had favoured me by misfortune, leaving me deserted in this secret scene of cosmic consciousness. It appeared that the universal striving for self knowledge had come a giant step closer, and was using my perception and understanding as a means to its realisation. I recognised the yogic wisdom of the way things are and always will be, which now illuminated my very soul. I felt blessed to be observing this most precious picture, and sorry for my fleeting friends who will never witness such an incredible wonder. For me life would never be the same again.

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