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Tuesday, March 6th, 2007
12:09 pm	THE WREATH OF BARBS THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH THE WREATH OF BARBS does it ever end? has it no ends? perhaps it is a mobius strip and thus both sides are the same and there really are two worlds always at the same time like electrons in an orbital running through fields and all those things you remember from when you were a child and the eggs hatched and the babies ate the mother let me tell you about my mother... waiting for the bombshell to fall on some far off shore known only to his enemy the enemy you had made for him it consumed him there is something out there something we cannot see and it is trying to destroy us (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, March 5th, 2007
9:13 pm	SUPPOSING DEATH THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH SUPPOSING DEATH whatever the case War is not the victor for Death is its constant and silent conqueror so Death be not proud o Death cover thine sweet hair we would not want thine beauty be revealed nor why such puzzles should not be solved we would not want them to see to whom they are being constantly sacrificed lest they should know how beloved thou art rideth thy pale horse surround thyself with pestilence famine and the like and cover thine face with fear (Comment on this)
Sunday, March 4th, 2007
10:35 am	DEEP DOWN MECHANIACAL/ CHILD OF THE MACHINE THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH DEEP DOWN MECHINIACAL CHILD OF THE MACHINE traumatized? yes. in the cities and outerlying territories we are traumatized by machines and in the inner cities, by systems so mechanical so born of man and so inexplicable as to approach the level of angels some hid out, though in these sprawling forests fought each only for their square acres and drove out the insects and the vermin and the others enough to build a house and they learned to traumatize each other or to continue to do so and that is why i must destroy you as i have been programmed to do because you and i share one amazing thing in common both hate machines and for machinists i have little respect because in the end i am one (Comment on this)
Saturday, March 3rd, 2007
11:09 am	LEARNED BY THE MACHINE GUN HAND THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH LEARNED BY THE MACHINE GUN HAND the horrid trials of agriculture one is disposed to upon ones mortal end the silent pull of rot the taking of the earth from our flesh and the transmutation of bone these are not things we are taught to know not like the hated holocaust of the second recognized world war as if war has ever ended as if this were not all now armageddon the cold steel nature of the christ embodied in the cross and enbalmed within the gun machine only bending to remain only giving to exploit and only ever present in the lie of one sacred heart beating the niggardly aparthieds of plurality the definitive virtue of our language and books and books thereof over and over around and round again except on sundays which we are given by god by our father by our employer so heavenly so angelic so mighty so great and terrible and yet somehow still so inneffable that no, you cannot grasp it no it cannot be within your reach you mustnt think it your under standing of your betters and the bearers of your cross forever entombed just above the sinful earth just below the ground forever being until destroyed by bulldozers which have come to be known as israel (Comment on this)
Friday, February 16th, 2007
11:12 pm	metatron SOS COORDINATE REQUEST THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PT SPS THE HIGH PRIESTESS skinny puppy priory of scion saint peter section 9 post script penal system sacred penis w/e ------ II THE HIGH PRIESTESS B J Benedict John incorrect- backwards Bnedict JOAN proper order she holds the tora the moon is at her feet II pillars the sun is her crown The scroll in her hands is inscribed with the word TORA signifying the GREATER LAW, THE SECRET LAW, and the SECOND SENSE OF THE WORD It is partly covered by her mantle, to show that some things are implied and some spoken She is seated between the white and black pillars- J. and B.-- OF THE MYSTIC TEMPLE THE VEIL OF THE TEMPLE is behind her it is ebroidered with palms and pomegranates the vestiments are flowing and gauzy, and the mantle suggests light-- a shimmering radience SHE HAS BEEN CALLED OCCULT SCIENCE on the threshold of the SANCTUARY OF ISIS BUT SHE IS REALLY THE SECRET CHURCH THE HOUSE WHICH IS OF GOD AND MAN SHE REPRESENTS ALSO THE SECOND MARRAIGE OF THE PRINCE WHO IS NO LONGER OF THIS WORLD; SHE IS THE SPIRITUAL BRIDE AND MOTHER, the daughter of the stars. and the HIGHER GARDEN OF EDEN ...it goes on... and it goes on: "SWORDS SIX" a ferryman carrying passengers in his punt to the further shore their course is smooth and seeing that the freight is light it may be noted that the work is not beyond his strength. DIVINITORY MEANINGS: journey by water route way envoy commisionary, expedient REVERSED MEANINGS: declaration confession publicly one account says that it is a proposal of love (Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 13th, 2007
8:03 pm	IN CASE OF CHEMICAL ATTACK the bASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PT XI IN CASE OF CHEMICAL ATTACK matter and energy body and mind and the soul is what unifies" gather me some dirt, that i may create a people to populate the earth, to succeed to carry out my wisdom to resemble my soul base is the man who does not approve conserve remain this way forever do not move, stand your ground here it comes hold p- this wiiis why we fight to emulate gods that we know nothing about and will never understand (Comment on this)
Thursday, February 8th, 2007
4:25 pm	PERSONA GRAVITAS THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PTX PERSONA GRAVITAS he who is at the top knows everything but can do nothing the one who is at the bottom does act but does not understand he believes he tries sometimes, he thinks when prompted but otherwise he must be sacrificed to and in return, you give us more time he gives to suffer in his creation his sin his only providence his ignorance his only authority and he is given this position in honor, so to speak by you who understand this (Comment on this)
Wednesday, February 7th, 2007
4:50 pm	EUGENOME THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PT IX EUGENOME IT is the cross that has lead us here that has bound us where we are bound to go- the cross of that angel who calls himself god the angel god of the one who promised salvation and delivered us unto trauma and i don't understand how you the people of this god man and god angel can have two holy books which contradict each other claim holy/unholy symmetry and yet still believe your self to be my equal let alone my better my superior and i must confess i have a sneaking suspicionxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxyou are only pretending not to understand and so all i have to say to you now is careful with that axe eugene (Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 6th, 2007
2:33 pm	THE INITIAL COMMAND THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PT VIII THE INITIAL COMMAND Elohim the lord jesus the devil these are the spoils of war what comes next is an insurgence. and they light the fields to poison us- the innocent alongside the believers believers alongside believers- they who gas their own people the makers of the holocaust the architects of doom both sides locked in tragedy one must wonder who gave the initial command? my vengance is upon thee my vengance i who have been created as a machine to serve to kill to maim to destroy to tourture to survive these are my orders failure is not in my wordbase exceptions failed to fire failed to capture failed to survive to fight i turn on you and wonderously now will you return my fire? will you be there to volley back? this is an experiment that has become alembic (Comment on this)
Monday, February 5th, 2007
8:52 am	ELOHIM THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PT VII ELOHIM heavenly creatures the god of jesus is but an angel and man was created on a level above someone with T-level access goes all the way to the top the brainstorm of all time a god with wings, a voice, a vision, who talks directly to his man inri coup d'royaume des cieux and what of that angel who tried to be god (Comment on this)
Sunday, February 4th, 2007
3:43 pm	OUT THERE THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PT VI out there but then seven emportee look it up THEY LIE EVEN IN OUR DREAMS 3x7=21 he drowns in a vat of gasoline (Comment on this)
Saturday, November 11th, 2006
9:42 am	MEMORIES OF HOME THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PT V: memories of home think about it the card- 3 of swords one heart, three swords two hearts, six swords go to 46th and ave of the americas look up and look what it says right here: "SWORDS: 3 three swords piercing a heartcloud and rain behindDIVINITORY MEANING Removal abscence delay division rupturedispersion and all things that the design signifies naturally, being too simple and obvious to call for specific enumeration. REVERSED MEANINGS alienation, error lossdistractionmental absorption disorder confusion" (Comment on this)
Thursday, November 9th, 2006
11:07 pm	US AND THEM TTHE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PT IV US AND THEM yes yes i know but listen to what he's saying here|| "there's a kid who had a big hallucination making love to girls in magazines he wonders if you're sleeping with your newfound faith could anybody love him is it just a crazy dream?" now that we're on the same page here, take another look at this tell me why was it for this that daddy died "do you remember me, how we used to be dont you think we should be closer" "so what's your point" just who is talking here you know who the fuck this is, or maybe you forgot [under his breath] dead flag blues (Comment on this)
Sunday, November 5th, 2006
4:11 pm	CYCLIC ENTRAPMENT THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PT III: CYCLIC ENTRAPMENT the next phase of revolution will be a battle of weaponry of technology, of information, intelligence, and of spirituality we are part of a larger set of cycles just as every other cycle is part [illegible] set the glory days are over there are no more landmines there is no more barbed wire their are no soldiers only conduits conduits of war, children of the revolution on a mission from god to and their righteous authority to kill the president, kill the criminals, die, and then raise the dead and tell me do you think you would respect a world committing suicide? OPEN your EYES CLEAR your EYES this is serious business (Comment on this)
Monday, June 12th, 2006
9:06 pm	DOWNED IN ENEMY DESERT BURNING THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PT @ BURNING DOWNED IN THE HOSTILE DESERT i am going to the desert, maybe it will forgive me" high noon i guess. nobody knows how we got here nobody knows why we were sent here nobody knows anything, its all just cover stories and rumors. occasionally we are blessed with a good old fashioned lie but then how do we get out of this goddamned desert their desert is their earth their creator the commanders are out of reach when i find the guy who sent us here in the middle of bed 'alham catau de rennies somebody elses oil my ass i heare there were aliens yeah and then there were romans or something yeah, no i dont speak farce e no i dont habla hebrew hey arent these those things the slaves built? how will we survive if the radio goes out apparently someone tried to take over this twisted bunch of junk is not worth fighting for maybe its their integrity their zealotry yeah but didnt that recruiter say there would be blessings one of these people must know some english i dont think they like us very much theres a reason they call it hostile territory. i thought that was the sand in the wind--no you asshole it was your mother. fighting for the dead well what do you know this is going to be the scandal of the century. w fighting to die you mean what is it they have us doing here? if both sides are the same then the one goes wherever the other one goes aka if one gets paid the other gets paid way up there though, who knows someone dies civillians killed the world is a homicide victim where is god i want to know where the fuck is god if you negotiate the minefields in the rye, well then not to gamble not to drink alcohol not to make war with the wasichus (Comment on this)
Sunday, May 21st, 2006
10:42 am	THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH PT I TWO realities both endowed with grief living in two worlds two presidents two governments two stock markets i am mine i have a boundary there is space and there you are so you thought well why don't you just break in remember what the war did? the kidnapping? the killing? the incarciration? the mental hospitals? and you thought it couldn't get worse? no it doesn't get worse they get better we are dissapearing and they are growing but my mind my only self owned mind? i thought i was safe drugs institutions and death that's our motto and who do you think would be running this world if not us xxxxxnothing dissapears without a trace and after all, we're the perfect candidates because we never stop running ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Memories are short, smoke trauma" (Comment on this)
10:32 am	He came to, walking, not knowing for how long nor how far he had gone. he did not recall any descision being made to take his own course, but there he was- he did not expect to distinguish his footprints from the desert sands. he did not bother to look back he could not tell if he was laughing- he was breathing heavily and his face seemed wet. soon he realized he was walking towards something he thought he had lost all sense of pupose he stumbled, almost swimming, towards that distant form the sound of his clumsiness filling his head, spinning. then, as it must have been, he stood up, and stopped a moment finally- and there was only the newfound sorrow of his loneliness and the thundering silence of the earth and sky around him, climbatizing his sense of space. what he had found was a settlement- rows of houses, made from a single once unbroken maze of gray concrete, arranged out of some sort of patronizing and pitious fondness for the shape of a village part of the ground had been smoldering, at some point, but there were no fires, no bodies, no gunfire- no signs of life. only the morbid remnants of a ghost town, long ago deserted. he wandered, slow in solemn reverence, long since deadened to the sound of his own mind. in time, he came upon one remaining shelter, still intact, somehow still inviting, somehow seemingly fitting against the walls were, stacked one man high sandbags, old tin cans, newspapers, magazines, and books in the corner of the room there sat a typewriter, staring plainly at him he fell to his knees he did not cry he began to write: (Comment on this)
10:28 am	they expected to hear the sound of falling ordinance or the voice of god alone in the wistling desert, the winds turning the sands against the earth. they would fall down every now and again, dizzy beneath the unresponsive sun. and when they would get up, fighting the senses that railed against them, they would become less and less aligned- with each other, with themselves, their unit. the air held no communication, their machines relayed only silence. and they, under the law of fitness to purpose, had never been assembled in the first place to know where they were, where they were going, and found themselves utterly and hopelessly lost, in an unnamed desert that could only be assumed to be hostile (Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 17th, 2006
8:53 am	THE BASTARD SONS OF ENOCH Despiration filled them- the air left their lungs. there was an empty space, a time, a moment, calling for prayer, but nothing came to mind- nothing but god, "oh, god," to be precise. the words felt like vomit no orders were given- no parachutes cluttered their dreams - there was no sense of urgency- no alarm there were red lights- or maybe fires, but that seemed natural- a familiar sight before one dies no one expected to survive; none of them knew they were about to die as it were, at that moment, none of them really knew where, who, or what, they were- they knew only that they were falling falling rapidly from a great height (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 16th, 2006
8:41 pm	Run Like Hell God has created man in his own image then i must run to the devil to save me but the devil is no better for he is bitter but it is only because he wants to be god i am torn thus welcome the healer (Comment on this)