Untitled (A Night of Prophesizing)



These verses were composed during an insane night of sinful consumption. The following people, in no particular order, contributed to this manuscript: Gabe Blustein, Matt Flannes, David Casey, Gina Shtulman, Jenny Lenahan, Pat Nelson, Evan Moss, Rachel Granberg, Emma Smith, Michael Adler, Ian Renner, Aaron Price, Allison Frizell, Adam Liss, Josh Rego, Nick Bottomley


To leave an enemy without an answer
Say these words to him:
Aglaria Pidhol Bara Ananus Kepta
Adler

And blow in his Dye-rection
AND He will not know which way to turn
And will end up burning and churning
In a sense from whence it came
Not knowing who to blame
For the shame brought upon him
A spawn of mosquito balloon larvae
Contriving to do something else

Nothing can go at the speed of LIGHT
They're all moving at the same speed

Something troubles me
In the pancreas of painful exhaustion
Presidents (as proclaimed by Gabe) go - gone
From the freezing from false freedom in which
We frantically endulge
Expunge and purge
Merge with the others
Smothered in futility
Brothers with humility
And lack of ability
To live a life
Without strife
And survive
Not just alive
But living
Forgiving misgivings
And indulgences
In the wrong
Not like smoking a bong
But like being enthralled with the throng
Of people that flock to the steeple
And rejoice in falsity

Jesus was rolling through the house of Saud, Mecca, visiting the disciples of Mohammed. Images of idolatry were scattered throughout the city, but Jesus was impervious to the violation of scripture conduct. Jesus had arrived at this point in space and time to consult with fellow Prophet Mohammed.

Yet are they truly prophets? Thus spoke Zarathustra. I am that I am. Absalom, my son, that I had died for thee!

The prophets consulted amidst an eery atmosphere of pain and progress, and the clanking medeival factories. Jesus was infused with the impetus of social reform. Mohammed, a sceptic due to the impossibility of escaping their current predicament, was not the same level of optimism as the Christ who hails from Nazareth.
Nazareth was a brutal place, a perpetual Roman police-state under the iron hand of Caesar. Jesus was raised by solely his mother, a durable woman who survived single in the face of occupation and domination. As a consequence of this, the young Jesus faced many hardships, growing up self-sufficient and forging a trade of carpentry, mentored under the watchful eye of Joseph. Jesus came to be adept at his skill, marketing it, leasing it out to the richest Roman landowners.
But Ishmael intervened at the synagogues that Jesus frequented and taught him lessons in life and morality that he would later apply to his own teachings. In this manner, Ishmael's residual influence projected itself through the corridors of time, ripples reaching like octopus tentacles into the deapths of the remote future. Ishmael lectured Jesus with the soothing tones of Gnosticism.
Forward to the embodiment of Jesus at his philisophical and political zenith. The crowds bustled at the announcement of an appearance by the alleged messiah, prophet incarnate, in the midst of the Israelites of Jerusalem, Holy City.

Arising concurrent memories
Reminiscent of ancient contraversies
Fading into the blur of eternity
Fermenting the pain of historic rivalries
Raining death on forsaken enemies
Navigate the nether regions of emptiness
Absorbing a new consciousness
Floating out of physical embodiment
Furtively gazing on the people grazing
Raising the phase of expecations
Lazy and faded into the background
And now slowly the glory begins
To fade through the darkness of the oscillating fantastitude of unrequited love
Running into a disappearing tunnel of light
Descending into uncharted depths of mystery
Scanning the planet from a vantage point
So High in an orbiting satellite
Ahh, the mathematical engineering which makes such
Orbiting satellites possible fresh blows the wind
Through withering phantoms of vacuuming space
So out of place descending through the fading glory of her shining face
Fading purpose and degradation in motivation
Apathetic aberration of a fast-food fast-track nation
Nihilistic construct product of a corrosive environment
Dreaming up a holy sacrament, testament to the secular

The mountains are formed from the pulls and the pushes of the plates of the earth form goodness. Everything in the entire world. Everything in the entire world. Everything... In the entire world everythin in the entire world everything in the entire world everything in the entire world.
Is the mixture of every element of everything in the entire univerise based on one belief system of the Bhuddist moonlight.

The poem We're about to create
The revolution will not be televised!
The evolution will not be atomized!
Ishmael
The flowers on the wall
Become the death writers
The annoyance and the killing sprees and the laughter
Follow the seating chart BITCH
The companies.
Mary and Joseph, her REAL parents
Not God and his imaginary female counterpart
Cry! Cry Jesus for those BILLIONS who follow you, know you not
Cry Jesus Christ, for millions helped balance millions dead of WHAT
Oh man! Grain of rice seizes myuself
Writing going down as its own
On the agricultural revolution
A rebellion of saplings.

Industrial Revolution
-Machines are created
-Machines do the thinking
-Humans are forced to be inefficient and terminated

We are hell of fucked! In the next 50 years, the U.S. and humanity will perish in death. Bush is some crazy fool will get a nuke and blow some shit up. To pieces we shall explode.

This is the theory of relativity. I'm writing this at 12:40 AM on Sunday, March 28, the year of our lord two thousand and four. Drinks, puffs, and puns, that is what comes together for the moments that make up these moments. Evan is walking 50 feet and is living 5 houses down. Wrrite write vrrite scribble, scribble scribble. A scribble and a sonnet are exactly the same! What does that fucking MEAN?

Whoa whoa, ease up there on the Godless Communism, Mr. Casey
Let us go forth through the blasted land and away, away, perpetually away
Like this prettiest girl ever known!
Fantasizing fantastic alternate realities
Drumming up false charges of untrustworthy mentality
Drifting into fervent reflections of fantasy
Horrific holistic deceitful palace of malice
Density of mercury in the toxic chalice
Raise the candelabra above the chaos
I just need about ten mooore shots...
We just need another vaaacant lot...
And so we dive... try to break the hive

Where's the paper? The paper est ici. And Jenny leaves. Ian steps down at the piano! Confusion and clutter strikes my face and body as I lie here with a pen and paper. I have a scanner. What the fuck is going on? We have school work. "Where's the randomness?" Casey bashfully said. "I really really think I should lay down" she said followed by a thump and silence. "Not loud; quiet chill music. These are quotes I'm writing down, quotations of words that others are saying. "I hate that fucking asshole. A.) That's true B.) I'm a shitty violinist. I know, I know. Fuck." walks away. "Can somebody watch here". "As many people here should be those writing." "Aww, that's all bad." As a soft hawk echoed in the background. "Have you ever sat in complete silence and hear quotations of other people." "How embarassing!" Name omitted "He was cool for a semester, but he should not be a teacher." "He's being an asshole now."



After missing for many days, this formerly incommunicado segment of the scriptures, after a glorious burst of electronic signals, made its way to my inbox, and for the first time, the scriptures are united by the boundless powers of the internet.

Laughter . . . a euphorium or sickness.

Shirt filled with water.  Yes.

Share a sprinkle of life but

            Never Fail

Myself lives gold

like sulfur extraction.

Desire and momentum lives inside

myself and you.

                        Quite myself.

Live for light and myself

You spill savage light and

Melt myself for anything.

Catch the paisley rays of your own

Spoke away lies and my own

Clever and shelled among

My own.          Didn’t they see?

Hay muchachos en la playa

¿Cómo? Randel stipits.

 

New issue my own sunset

Don’t pass yourself

My own December strings.

My own avoids war frost.

My lungs have fallen asleep

Fuckin’ Harrison.

Fuckin’ who’s after Cleveland?!

            Me for sure

Involved are those of gummest

Zapatos me lluevan

Lloran, lloran . . .

 

A fucking dick

Not even an owning earnest human

My mine—the congress of suspectors

Lead me to the defense of smelting

 


And now, a fairytale

Once, a long, long time ago, there lived a young woman who spent her days longing for a different life on the porch. She sat on the chair, swaying back and forth with her pessimism and novel thoughts on life. With paper and pen in hand, women made their trek across the desert in search of those to knowledge on the presidents and the history of water. They are all so very damn important and she dedicated her life to the teachings of these she advocated long long long long long sentences. She felt that everyone should die. Everyone had their presence on the porch. The woman was also a woman of getting-t-o-the-fucking-point!

So the woman lived on her own on her farm with the garden in the backyard. She loved that garden. Without a significant other, she expressed those emotions through the personification of foliage. Fucking foliage! What had her life become. It consisted of subsistence farming and trivial knowledge of CA-SHEWS/CAH-SHEWS. What the fuck is that? Well, back to the Disney version, she lay in bed craving the warmth of that one man who would bring her to the place where ace was right and no need for a pen was apparent.
-Fin

Flashing ions the scourge of the scions
Quantum-leaping pions engraved in permanent fixture
Of the looking and the rookeries at a quantum level
'Tis possible to exist and not exist at the same time
Frame of mind unheard of in this generation
Gravitation around the unholy forces of unmitigated rage
Unmoderated sheikh spouting galactic junk
Flammable cleric conflagrating by nature
Holistic inventions of undesired desire
Ohhohh that Shakespearean rag
How I love those to whom I never speak
One of them spoke to me last night
And I told her I was drunk and that put it all away
Away I shall fly to thee
Not piloted by Bacchus and his pards
But on the viewless wings of poesy

El hato de los cocaillos
En Realidad es ecesncio que meura fidel castro
en 1996, paso el Helms-Barton Act, esethido por Jesse Helans
el optimisms de la revolucion empezo a desaparecir
Huba. muchos lenas optimistos como creemos en los suenos por la revolucion todos

Hello world:
This is Gina Shtulman.
She is DRUNK AS FUCK and willing to ramble...
Whoever's rambling in this..welcome to the world of the

Red Pen
Batman Theme
Asleep on the couch
Drunk in a chair
Kangaroo in a pouch
A cat with no hair
Chess set of wood
The SF chron
Sprite is good
Shakespeare said Anon

Jealousy is the demon of human complexity. My cherry it is deceitful

Infatuated jealousy consuming the restless mind - my homely nature is prevailing against the raging mechanics of a restless entity
Holy cow
My wrath is of a careless manner
Eat my brain as I fester alive

to to to coming straight up from way out in the fantasy of subjunctive/ god.
Daamn I a dmak and like beautiful aice and understanding girls especially a selected flea.

Ishmael
Daniel Quinn

Upper plain of Himalayan elevation
Plateau of ultimate consciousness
Apex of the water planet
High upon the tower of the white spire of the ivory castle
Barren wastelands, blasted and bleak
The mistress of armageddon, black horsemen come to call
The three Nazarene, triplicate of wise men
Les étudiants de l'astrologie
Corrideur brillante pourquoi ces coordonées dans la galaxie
Les guerres sur les astro-terres, l'image sur cet pâge
Je suis si misère parc-qu'où va cet chanson?
Porque drink and smoke some Alizé
Craquer cet chanson de champagne
Promenade sur la Seine
Collage dans le jardin d'Eden
L'apocalypse de rèves combining soul and spirit
Spirits and ghouls wafting out of these lyrics
Lyricists of legend Confucius and Jesus come to life
Crusade to erase the strife from all those lives
Make sure you die knowing that the human spirit is growing
Showing the glowing radial source of euphoria
Exorcise the devil's corrupting presence
Ejecting from the heavens the incarnation of six one-eleven
Spawn of Satan erected from the ashes of Hades
Straighten the pillars, strengthen the supporting bastions of civilization
Atlas holds upon his shoulders the burden of earth-planet
Gigatons of metals and mass encompassing the crass sphere
Of humanity's manifestation of reality
Confined to the space of a dark place
In the face of a collage of problems, no pattern recognition
No fission in Heaven's decision to exile the radical rebels
Hell's Angels buzzing and swarming
Storming the stockpiles of rote and Babylonian philosoreligion

"Dude I hate my parents so much"
"He knows I think he's hot"
People are talking and I'm sitting here next to Emma who's in my English class and I'm write. She goes and is back in 5 minutes.
BATHROOM OCCUPIED
"Leave Me alone"
"You are so drunk right now"
There is a patter at the window and muttering occurs in the background. Everyone is an étranger and no one is an étranger. Who is who and what is what? MORE PENS.

And now for some Poetry
Olé! Olé!
Through the warp of time
"I don't want to be a girlfriend"
Writing soothes the pain of a broken heart
I have no clue... unless you want to sleep.
Nay.
It's dancing foggy and belligerent
Like the platano bailando.
Will you remember it?

The plants planted on the plateau
The lustrious Lucy likes lolly pops
12 year old teen fickle testosterone
Sunset sensuality sings selfishly at sores
Authority asks Allison... drunken dipshit
Cashews catapulting carelessly crushed.
Crushed? Ashed? Tell your mom you're really tired.
Smile, sing, share with your mother... nine years ago.
Don't stay away as you liberate life. Lustrious Lucy?
Look in these lines
Insanity charading in cielo
The manifestation of physical desire
A holy relic beyond the 8th dimension

So Jesus was walking through the woods with his bro and total G, superman. Superman was like, "Hey, Jesus, do you have any superpowers." "Yeah, I have las(z)er vision. Better than yours in fact. "No way," The Big said, as he blasted the beJesus out of a tree with his friggin eyes. "Beat that", he gloated. Jesus then turned a fish into 5000 fish. "Dude, that wasn't a laser vision." Superman pondered. Uh, yeah it is, doth sayed Jesus. "Dude, most def it isn't." Ubermanch proclaiméd. "OK, how bout this." said Christ, and he then proceeded to walk on a nearby river. "Dude, laaaaaser vision." said Superman. Jesus then turned said river into wine. "How's this?" Jesus questioned. "Ch, good enough," said Superman, and they both got hella drunk.

So Adam wrote this, and I'm next to Casey, and a train is traveling 90 mph northwest, then where the hell am I in my FUCKING life! I don't fucking know. All I know is that I'm here and I'm drunk and stoned and stoned. Off of the thought of being stoned in a short period of time. A girl, there once was, who drank and drank and fell. And a fro entered the room with a method of connection *Giggle*
EVERYONE DIES
I am dying. We all are dying, but living at the same time. The paths of life and death pass at a midpoint where is this midpoint. What is this point. It's a fucking midlife crisis point.
Mid crisis

Divisions created by nuclear fissures
The pied piper, herald of Sufi religion
Envision this image of proverbial provisions
Rocking on the north side of animal aggression
Protection of the factions of the fragmented liasons
App-el-ons le canton des mystères de raison
Jettons ces opportunités perdues dans le bay de gestation
Arrivons sur l'automne les spectres du soleil
All day I pray but it won't go away
Further and further I drift every day
Parading down the Champs Elysées
Saint Tropez, drink all day, fall down in the hallway always
Don't spray I won't play turn up the pressure
Pulverize the powder keg, evict thyself from the dregs of sorrow
Live like there is no tomorrow
Cuz' otherwise your life is hollow
Grab and wrangle and hold the sleeve
Don't try to read this melody of apostasy
Songbells are clanging do-re-mi
Fuck the sea it stirs up repressed memories
Sirius stares long and perceptively
Nothing is invisible l'équipe is indivisible
Coagulation in this terminal patient
Wasting daily from inhaling the ashes of ages
Crazy crisis judgement of Dionysis
Ease in the front of my ears
Gargoyles leer and austronauts peer
For fear of seeing a lie of witnessing pissing on the lives
Tides of bonafide rides and slides that collide inside
Buy this ride, jump the bandwagon of capitalism
Don't miss the last train don't hesitate subject yourself to fate
Deism is a prism for combustion and cognition

I'm writing and I'm drunk. I've never really tried writing anything before. Bleh, 500 people are riding horses towards the eastern segment of the desert and shit. Damn I can't write for shit people are being too secretive and other people are being too open why can't people be honest? It's not hard to let people know how you feel without giving up too much; how can you really expect people to trust you if you don't tell them shit? Uuuuugh O'm so bad at writing. Bleh. Anyways I don't really know what's going on at this point and yeah.
Uhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah.

End the madness of raging reality in the very depths of the corner room;
the light from a distance dim, yet the eyes can deceive you
Earnarius Merelih Aranium Partealias. It seems this communication array is very highly defended or the dark lord's relic army. Invasion, invacion, of the mainland is a complete necessity. I feel that with Aralial support, we can be successful. In case you didn't know there is only one time of "I get too high too often." I wrote the "F" blue thou in often. You can defnitely kick yourself in the nuts. Residence, they also are I gotta say I gotta go. If only I had the chance to thank you all for taking the time to read this. You seem to want more? Australopitilius mu'fucka! Por favor, necesito una exita por favor. no se como salir de tulasm. Oh well.
-Peace
Patrick Nelson

Chair has a rug-blanket and stripes. Rachel won't hit her head on the underneath. Out from under the chair. Step back. Soft couch. Ian was playing piano but I don't know what. Don't lift weights. Wait. The great plate was irate because the heating grate messed with fate. The only thing that connects us armed rebellion. We make up words and they have meanings and people believe in them but they're really nothing at all. And that is why I am bad at this writing game.

And so, and so, the mad shall flow the spouting wrath the blow as so he I dare love and order all for sane

Passions arised by the inevitable process of integration
Racism will fade but hate is stationery
Raid into the nethers of tethered existence
Feathers of Nirvana swilting downwards in the sweltering shelter
Of prophets who falter this paltry proposition of extransigent vision
Agnostic soloptic erotic prophotic sock the props of falsehood
Scatter the infidels of potential credentials
Who lack pens and pencils
Sword is the stencil, bullets swim in the pen's ink
Pierce society by seeping information through the barriers of detestation
Erode the barriers up the stairs to Cielo
Proliferating these rhymes spirits chillin' in the lyrics
Following strident rules of physics
Polar bears of the arctic flipping blanche expanse
Through biting the necks of seals
Juxtapositions of the many meanings of existence
Insight of the trillian of introspectivity
Chez toi allez vois Jodesy
Anxiety don't let you breathe feely
Feeling the seedy temptations of sinsation
Abrasions blot the education
Ministration of deforestation penetration of foreign florens
Pouring into the capitalist machine they shake and they dream
Far from what it seems observe prophecy
Complementary combinations of sedentary econonations
These split words make no impression on a mind spent by profession
Elections and sessions a caucus of cacophony
Dissonance and diverging resonance of vocal vibration
Take a laser and point it and aim it proclaim shit
That's heinous scandalous and shameless
Faces and places qui n'existent pas
Sans l'arbre juif qui suce de la terre
Chanson de la mer
Of course I'm not there it's just a fractious interpretation
Of foreign relations no mind can encompass this lunar rhombus

People are just that; people: Fuck relationships, or better, don't feel bad because of them. Like if someone's being a bitch, give them a chance, but after that, screw them. Don't hang out with them. Why should you? Like, you should, get shit out in the open... someone pisses you off, you tell 'em, and you fight them or whatever but don't let it stand, and let it grow...

I had a friend...
It told my wrath, my wrath did end
I had a foe...
I told him not, my wrath did grow
Something about a tree and an apple, from me
My foe snuck into my garden, and I found him outstrentched 'neath the tree.

Will technology ever advance every second?

1 and... 2 and... 3 and... 4 and... 5 and... Pentium 10 Pentium 11 Pentium 12 Pentium 13 Pentium 14

I missed all this-
FUCK die
too desparate
too pathetic
just start to fucking cry
too desparate, too pathetic
whine, cry, fucking pathetic.
Just start to cry...
FUCK you
Just start to cry-
Prove yourself. Sufficiently

fucking cashews Es estres eqee er geguando sillabo. I thought you had forsaken me...
I felt you blowing through the sitting snow...
In the black and the snowy...
In the snowy, and the blowy.
Auelindo
Veaga a ver que lindo
en medio de la calle
and Caido un a estrella
vengga aver que lindo
en medio de la ralle la
caido una estrella
a la gente asombrada,
la au formado una rueda
para verra morir entre sus descran brantes
boqueades cerestes
ostorm crente a un prodigio
a ver a yie a me lo niega!
freote de la calle la caido
Una estrella

Turning and turning
in the widening gap
It is such a joke

Why I Envy a Clock

Perpetual in clicks; ticks and tocks
Saturday: dresscode respond Nutrition
Fat is the desperate hell
within my inside life. Die Die.
Nasrcis saw me shining, observing
Liken of, surround- Chlorine wets
I= Random existence
I'll examine universal chi-
Forests > beach. I.
(portion illegible from original document)
Rules deciding me:
Beginning tonight, we'll integrate
Page. Book.

Matt Flannes
Rachel Granberg

depressed? Sufficiently. Obnoxious disgusting horrible embarassing shameful embarassing

TOO DRUNK
FUCK YOU

Drink for today, Not Tomorrow
integrate
influencing
deciding
uniquely
infinitely

Guardian of the Sun God's treasure
Pleasure mixed with pressure the séance of Cezanne
Renaissance of poca dot painting
Dinumeration of lassitude what is that to you
Void in my attitude refuse to show gratitude
Take half a day and throw the rest away
Waiting for shit to happen blasting away from the desolate present
Stalinists populate the patriarchical pathways of Berzerkeley
Communist Republik don't dub it or slander the hand
That provides don't rely on the infernal politicians though
Life is a demented show of mammals, comedy of errors
Blackened channels of communication see it through the eyes of a blind oracle
Moral historical references pestilence loss of intelligence
Curiosity crawling away down the hall into the elsewhere
Cruising out of contact with the mind and the body
Soliloquy of sobbing the rapes and the robbing
Jesus is knocking on the Stargate
Farsi is scribbled on the wall I can't read it at all
She's starting to bawl I'm zoning through walls
What the Hell's going on el Paradis cobalt
Eyeing the stall searching for an escape route
Placing a lunar base of Bush militancy
Mondial consumption of morals morale gumption

This is a drunken submission of mind exposition
Consider this proposition and add to my vision
Augment The Randomness and gain recognition
Collage of memories people thoughts trippin'

-various

27-28 March 2004

Substances abused: Marijuana and Alcohol