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tell me that you need [Sep. 6th, 2009|07:08 am]
fatuous11chump
[Current Location |atlantisis]
[music |serpent]

Turn around and appologise

Too late?

Take a chance, needing is overstated.

Simple things become far to simplistic when concentrated upon
Focus on any ularity and watch it become.

Thus is far too simple to be meaningfull, only parin0ia not paranormal.
So then why do the obvious qliché s hold the fullest of fronts.

Like a serpent devuoring its own tail, are we to think it cannot feel or know what
its chewing. Throw it out, shake it off, there is more left to the imagination
then we imagine.
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Terribale thing to feel frear, Thats what it is to be a slave [Apr. 12th, 2009|07:19 am]
fatuous11chump
[Tags|]
[Current Location |hear]
[music |all]

"ive seen things you ppl wpuldnt believe, attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. Ive watched sea beams glitter in the dark off the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost, in time, like tears in rain. Time to die."
Do andriods dream of electric sheep
Phillip K Dick





Down sized
42 letters
whats its name?

It cannot be a quinncidence
Such a familyliar face
Two arise from the ashes
Betwixt the silence
Of space
hence to embrace
moments procured
instances entered



if you know, let me
as well
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Blake Runner [Mar. 8th, 2009|08:46 am]
fatuous11chump
"Fiery the angels fell, deep thunder rolled across their shores. Burning in the fires of orc."
-Roy Batty-"Blade Runner"
"Fiery the angels rose & as they rose deep thunder roll'd around their shores, indignant burning with the fires of Orc;
And Boston's Angel cried aloud as they flew thro' the dark night"
William Blake-
- AMERICA-
A Prophecy
etched 1793
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you wear nothing, but you wear it so well [Dec. 10th, 2008|04:21 am]
fatuous11chump
[music |crash]

Ive been abooot.
Was in Miami 6 months ago, A friend in Portland Or told me it was cool so I packed and flew out there. Worked for 2 months or so untill I came across an add for fishing in Alaska. Got a call back from that, ended up working the Bering Sea for a few months and I am back in Miami, for the time being.
Ive come across a few interesting books places and ppl
check out G I Gurdjeff

do so in solice, cause he is harsh as Chorozon
spacecase1134
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heaven [Aug. 24th, 2008|08:04 pm]
fatuous11chump
[Current Location |portlan]
[music |wake up]

Revert to the motions of creation. In a clean space. Allbeiet dance, concentricks or vibration. FamilyIar patters, consciencious to us all, promote magnetism. From this space some may procure the essence of the loudest flavor called sight. The lesser key of santuary. Too much emphasis is placed on sight. Any perception can be conjured, more of a discussion it seems. Outside the circles of time there is more to heed. Gleaning is of more solid intention. Skrying is the only practice using sight as a key, but this is as well, a function of the eye, outside the circles of the mind.
do with this
what one wilt
under the presence of love
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iHQIX5RZyi4&feature=related [Aug. 9th, 2008|03:20 pm]
fatuous11chump
runnaway
It seems to be that politics arnt ticking enough. Theres no room for an open system. I hve never seen 2 people talking in government. An easy enough thing, to converse. Piety and childish jeolosy rule the rulers. They have no more an idea of how the green machine should run than a tea leaf knows of the East India Co. It appears to me that certain intrests are the forces behind the global govt. While our lil bush crusades towards the NWO of americana, the conglomorates reach around to polish it all off. There is little said of this though in our heart or hearts we know it to be true. Yet to admit that such a blunt and blatent degression has occured in the land of the free, is further then most are willing to think. Its assumed that there is a lil ball handing behind the scenes, but we just aquate that with the rule of politics. Tollerated and shuned, but tollerated.Yet this leeve holds much more behind its struts of steel. Nothing is done, fear ignorance or ampathy keep us kleen. What about me, what am i doing. Wheelll im writing. Id like to put a gun to the head of a few ppl. Rest their knees on the grass of the White house lawn. THen red will be my color, and the blood on my hands will be blue. There are many options, many remedys to rid us of this stain. Many of which would call for drastic measures on our part. Major life style changes and our outward attitude as well as inward. Im a human b4 im an american. The only hate i hold is for those who conspire towards vaild means. That is always justified by some belief or grand opus. The end is never material, this would not allow them to reap the benifits if there was an actual goal.
Im not well learned, and im quite young. Through me will flow a rage indiscriminate and wild. There is no excuse and no luliby. The voice is there to be heard, the sights are gleaming in your eyes. Perhaps we all will die by our own hands. Lay motionless under a stale moon and burnt sky. I would prefer we just work it out, but its our fuck up. Indiviualy most are innocents but too large of our fathers sins. Humanity crumbles under the weight of a hollow existance. Far too easily are we currupted, occupied misdirected. If there was a devil it would be a very fun job.
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Why are you so close to the fire? [Aug. 2nd, 2008|05:38 am]
fatuous11chump
[music |Puscifer -Spanish-fly re mix-]

Im beeming an Indigo vassage

Found a space in Portland, OR
Will be here for winter
feel freem to calle me
anytime 305 308 7893
at least prank call and tell me you work for Addidas
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Hal Lah Leh.. Lu. Ya [Jul. 19th, 2008|04:34 am]
fatuous11chump
The same memories hold true. The same existance pulls me into.
This same Experiance reminds me of you.
Love is lost as quick as rose pedals fall into the fold.
Look upon the heavens, as a holy transgression
And she spoke again, saying know, my child, that there is no devil seeking to corrupt the hearts of men.
No evil, save blind faith, ignorance, and the desire for the unprepared to blame others for the devastation left in the wake of change.
Change is all around us, and we are reflections of the divine, we must roll with these changes, for we are these changes.
Eyes wide open, we must look upon the heavens as a mirror.
Wide awake, aware, deeply breathing.

And when the shit comes down, my child, you will be there, a true and holy survivor to inherit the kingdom of god.
You will rise above the rumbles of the unprepared to greet the new day, to drink from the sweet fruit of the vine, the water of life, the blood of the risen christ, my child.

Go now, child, tell them all. The ignorant, the blind ???? of dogma, blinded by faith, the doubters, the nay sayers.
Tell them all, child, they can not see the kingdom of god, they can not see paradise unfold before them, they can not drink from the chalice which holds the blood of christ, the water of life, until they get right with jesus.
Until they get right with jesus.
It's always gonna be sour grapes with you boy, until you get right with jesus.


JaHoVa YehWay
JaHoVa YehWay
thers only sour grapes with you boy
till u get right with Jesus
JaHoVa YehWay
JaHoVa YehWay
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Nectar [Jun. 9th, 2008|04:04 am]
fatuous11chump
As petals in spring
reaching out to revine

This scent

Sweet are the scents of the mountains mist
Cascading around the slopes of the rocky cliffs
Adrift, the aroma is as simple as can be
Perpetuating its remembrance continuously

Poised within your stare, compulating endlessly
Ensconced betwixt the tones, begeting the ly of the eldest stones
Contrived then revised, My parapet comprised of their intricacies

Defined by our minds' conception of reality
Confined by the lines of percieved ingenuity

Unforeseen these
unabaited by interpretation


No thought of the clouds
abeyant of thunder
All is well :)
Of the land we settle
Cept for the blaze
Procreating asunder
A moment is needed

Ive got it all, Sweet are the scents of the mountains mist
Cascading around the slopes of the rocky cliffs
Adrift, the aroma is as simple as can be
Perpetuating a pattern continuously

unabaited by interpretation


No thought of the clouds
abeyant of thunder
All is well :)
Of the land we settle
Cept for the blaze
Procreating asunder
A moment is needed

Ive got it all, Sweet are the scents of the mountains mist
Cascading around the slopes of the rocky cliffs
Adrift, the aroma is as simple as can be
Perpetuating a pattern continuously

unabaited by interpretation


No thought of the clouds
abeyant of thunder
All is well :)
Of the land we settle
Cept for the blaze
Procreating asunder
A moment is needed

Ive got it all,
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as the full sun rises [May. 14th, 2008|08:10 am]
fatuous11chump
The adepts have been overcome
The intent has been compromised

we are now at the mercy of our own phenominom
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