Scrap Yard
Ep. 002: To Be Taken
The only completion she felt was in the defiant watching of a darkly energetic murderous viper-thought wriggle off to her event horizon of deep sub-conscious after having cast it off with singular movement of intention. She was sensually assaulted by these vipers with the frequency that all affected femmes since Eve have been; that is, Agonie was assaulted constantly. These things, which are personified in the human mass-conscious catalouge of archetype as the viper, are in essence more like thick vapour-winds which have furiously, though slowly in oozing motion, circled great magnetic centers such as Earth since the First Creation. On the body surface of Jupiter the evil primordial winds collect themselves into themselves with such verocity that storms of hatred for the first cause form to sizes unimaginable, and if suddenly the whole of our great human mass-consciousness comprehended such storms we would all fall over stiff with classical images of cosmological terror struck upon our faces.
if ever there were a doubt in our minds we did not show it. i musn't miss my appointment this time. it humiliating to miss the appointments. they see what little grasp ive got on it all when i cant remember to make the $80 appointments. its a crime. abolition is creative. evolution has been accelerating since the very beginning and we find ourselves at the base of the exponential Happening. Where the fuck else would we be. the kids are dressed like elves and everyone's wondering how long this can last.
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Agonie my agonie, how can i know you when you live thru me only? You were taken out of your world and launched with the ferocity of a massive earthquake which shakes the skies and stars as well as the cracking earth. The way Rumi was taken, the way children are taken by the faeries to the swampy woods, the way i dreamed of being taken as a boy when i looked into my mother's gilded mirror and wondered, wondered. Agonie, that giant's hand broke ribs when he grabbed you from that mirror'd room and threw you into the heavens, you watched the Zodiac spin round and tried to line it up with what you knew. But the Zodiac was as ruthless as the giant and they mocked you for your attempt.
you wept and layed back in repose, Athena's lattice veil of stars all about you, moving lightly over your thighs and face. You were in a place beyond happiness, Agonie, where there is no need for joy because there is equilibrium. And how could equilibrium not last, forever?
And what Monstrous Machine would have that divine power? what could be so ancient as to rip apart the zodiac?