Personism Manifesto Frank

"just go on your nerve... if someone's chasing you down the street with a knife you just run, you don't turn around and shout"

Give it up, i went to Mars last night and i don't know when i'll come back. it took me a minute a half to get recentered after all those martians, you know how they are.. they started prodding me and asking me questions with lights in my eyes and you know i couldn't answer any of their questions because i didn't know what tonge they where using it went clickety clickety like these keyboard tiles here stirring me back into the oblivion where the center gets turned around because martian gravity mixed with the density of the earth plane i resignated to resonate with creates the best vegan gravy i've ever had!

and i'm all mad! their emotions are blood. not heart pumping our systems full of attic expression where the stars are just painted on post mats after the modernists left, more so a dinner from last week and i was so hungry i ate it anyway and it was a dumpster filled with human soup some were skulls too even. my refreshment won't come because i already got grimey and there is no water in this martian climate just swampy dirt boot stomp.

of course i want you to get it. i want you to grap my fuckin head and slam it into the volcano breathing true nature until all the meat falls off your bones and into my soup. then i'll heat it up with the brains, put it on your skin,(already removed from your body) and toast it all up. that's how i would to make a deer skin anyway. martian skill lasts better when the center went away and the gravity's all different. you want it to be the same and maybe sometime sanity wil come to clean the stalls though in this generation i think we've all made the hit.

still not sure what yearning is, besides taking a ladle to the soup before the skulls came off the skeletons. who wants to wait, a skeleton is just you when you were still breathing only the spirit is somewhere else. since time's not linear i can do it now and it just does not matter. get married at 5 and bite mom's hand at 28 when saturn's not coming anyway because i told you the gravy's different and it just won't ever be the same.

abstractionoid

"Let Jesus do the Driving"

to note title:( funny since Jesus drives automobiles. .period., though adding --i think Angels come and will drive the car if we are going to crash. imagine this man driving a car in his rope sandals and stigmata-ed hands -- Him entering through our body, the spirit of his, when we've floated out of our body (since people on this planet leave their bodies a lot) at which point other spirits, deities, Angels will come into our cages (flesh bodies), or just come into the vicinity in which our flesh bodies reside, and intervene, i.e. save cars from crashing, poor decesions, or not also to note: meat. ) and furthermore, sometimes we should just evolve and not resist so much, to know we are cared for eternally in each moment as to let Him, denoting Christ Consciousness within), to drive my star powered automobile, analogous with this material life of mine a force only to evolve the soul. if it's all maya, and we know it, why play?

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(now for the real poem)
I N R I

I design my resignation to dominion
k Nowing i am all is organic source
Reality provides application of my Mastery over Maya
I guard my thoughts with my life, (a contrived agility)

like her, the one is class

You can either go there or
knot
Dimension, clear plane or
knot
Move, make happen or
knot
Where does stranger end or
knot
Speak, befriend, glee or
knot
If you are hungry you will or
knot
Twisted contrivation or
knot
libatory, bait, shun

Mi Manifesto channeled through Shelley post

As the White Albatross, a symbol of our own divinity crashes upon the turnpike of Industrial thought, so the detergents, an adherance to principle, lead down a trodded path lite by the lyre of distortion's inherant humanism. Beastiality, comunion with the spirits of pure instinctual function, denote freedom of contortion of fluids. Binding thus the lower octave of Mars with a primary brain of distinction of what consititues Base in a reality of etherism when i am otherwise, since this and all the framework of intellectual constructs imprint DNA encodement as the leaf upon the soiled pages of poetic time deterred once again in equality whence faces whince in sexual expression of the Hierophant.
Percy denotes freedom. Let it be so and always so, the poet a vessel to bring into convergence the etherial network of man which is and is not. Shall it be said the base material consciousness, a vibratory rate illusory existence like me on wine, lowered depressant to think inhibition denotes God sent will to perceive Saturn, the archeype of systems of man, a civilization that falls in time as though a dimension to love, just as the base gives fruit to the seed of which poetics come, Saturn, time and society shall only free us upon ourselves. In this existence where we do constitute our reality, we have made, collectively, a society based on the base. We rise as poets, surely, though as the wolves shall not circumceed the slowest of the pack lest he shall move faster, society keeps the base at now lest we shall come to a collective state of evolution higher relative to that of now. What this does for us is a gift. To buy time we pay in base desire the very material realm of existance that constitutes the nature of the base. Blessed be such banality for within such are the entrapments of man in which we contort our physical mind to wrap language into a Gyro and chow down on the meats of a labor very much so that relative to meat we create spells upon which human experiences the self. An open dimension for direct application, (Virgo) of the etherial, the poet, GOD, (Neptune) and through the realms of the material, the base phenomenon, we are the bridges to give words, a more direct standard to communicate wherein before were mere grunts and silence only.

traveling the astral in class, high after class now still

sometimes i feel like me
me is separated from my ego
anything that would associate itself as Isa
since Isa is just a form i take to incarnate here
on earth

i'm Isa of course
i work on shifting consciousness from ego
to soulevel to
make it worth the density taken on
with bodies
here

it's really all worth it
no separation no guilt
no struggle no strife
only with our bodies
they are good are moving good
and hard
and rough
likebraintanning
where skin does not tear

you cannot tear at friend's flesh
like at the deer
when the skinned skin pinned
against a tree to scrape with all
amazone purity
never ripping

an urge you cannot experience with men
there skin will rip
it's not as pure
the deer will take it
kali kali kali

durge

namo

namah

ah