ATTEMPTS TO GO HIGHER, FARTHER,FASTER SPEEDING THROUGH THE BIG GODS

GODS ON THE MOVE

THE STEAM GODS BREAK THROUGH THE HAY BARRIER

ON THIS FATEFUL DAY THE CIVILIZATION CRASHED INTO A STANDING FUTURE

THE AMAZING CONQUEST OF TIME AND SPACE IS ILLUSION DUST

THE ROAD TO FAILURE IS AROUND US

THE HORSELESS AGE

DECORATED WITH VARIOUS COMBINATIONS OF DEVILS SAILORS SWORDS SKELETONS AND SKULLS

IT WAS A FAT LIFE

AND THE FELLOWS OF DESPERATE FORTUNES ARE NOW FORCED TO FLY



THE ROUGH TIMES ARE NEAR

LUCIUS VERUS LES GRIMOIRES DE SATAN UND THE PORTUGUESE POTLATCH

The FREEDMEN IN THE STATE

EVERY DESPOT NEEDS MINISTERS

UNDER LUCIUS SO ARES VERUS CLAUDIUS SILVANUS

AND NERO WOLF (THE SOCRATES COVILHANENSIS)

THE imperial freedmen attained their greatest ascendancy

they accumulated enormous wealth

by abusing their power and making a traffic in civic rights in places or pardons

and were agents of corruption

WHEN THE MORALS OF THOSE POLITICAL CONCUBINES BECAME LOWER THAN SLIME

THE POPULAR OPINION UNDERGONE A INVERSION IN FOUR DAYS

LED IRREVOCABLY TO THE CONCLUSION

PARADOXICAL AS IT MAY SEEM

THAT HE WHO AS GUILTY OF IMMORALITY KNOWING IT TO BE WRONG

WAS FAR LESS CRIMINAL THAN HE WHO BELIEVING IT TO BE RIGHT

UND SO VICE BECOME PROVERBIAL

AND the GODS OF VICE BURN THE PORTUGUESE GIFTS

IN SATAN'S POTLATCH

THE RIDERS OF THE ORANGE WAVE-THE DAY OF WRATH IS NOW

THE STATE SKY SPLIT

AND UNDER A TRONE OF ORANGE FIRE

IN A RAINBOW THAT BURNED RED

SMALL AND BIG ORANGE RIDER'S EVERYWHERE

IN A TABLELAND OF STONE CRUMBLING UND DESOLATE

WORDS ERUPTED BURYING THE ANGELS ALIVE

THE DAY OF WRATH IS NOW

TIRED OF WAITING-THE PASSOS RABBIT- THE CRUSHER THE CLANKER THE GULPER

I MAKE THE HIDING PLACES THE DEEP PLACES

THE FLAKES OF THE RABBIT FLESH ARE JOINED TO EVERYTHING

YOU ARE ME I AM YOU IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE

I HAVE PICKED EVERYBODY OUT

NO ONE IS TO SMALL

EACH FAIL AND DIES AND I AM THERE TO WATCH

I DON'T TO DO ANYTHING BUT WATCH

AN EYE FOR EACH LIVING THING

THE CRUMBLING OF COUNTRIES IS NEAR

THERE ARE KOSMOS BEGGING FOR GODS- BUT GODS ARE SCARCE-INTER CAECOS REGNAT LUSCUS

SOCRATES LUSCUS REX

THE FALSE BLOOD OF HALF-AWAKE DEMI-GODS

STABBED BY THE ORANGE SUN

GROANS ON DARK REALITY

PEOPLE OF LONG BEARDS AND HORNS

THE RIDERS OF THE ORANGE WAVE

ALL THINGS THAT EXIST ARE FORMS OF THE SAME THING

ONLY FEAR AND PAIN PREVENT US FROM SEEING THE ROOTS OF LIFE

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

the sprouting largest final air

plunges
inward with hurled
downward thousands of enormous dreams

παιδεία ἀνεξέλεγκτος πλανᾶται THE ANTI-Κέλσος

Our methods of discussion, however, are rather of a gentle kind;

for we have learned that he who presides over the preaching of the word

ought to be able to confute gainsayers.

But if some continue indolent, and do not train themselves

so as to attend to the reading of the word,

and “to search the Scriptures,” and, agreeably to the command of Jesus,

to investigate the meaning of the sacred writings,

and to ask of God concerning them,

and to keep “knocking” at what may be closed within them,

the Scripture is not on that account to be regarded as devoid of wisdom.