Author: M.

įÅD_UFtR_pIII

‘Ancient Walls & A Temple of Red Light’

 UP FLOWS the RIVER pt. III

Crack

The first appears as she looks
up over her glasses at me. 
Crick

Walls erected for protection
begin to lose their footing. 
    Creek
         Crack
           Creach

A small bit of forgotten joy
oozing out of a hairline fracture
causes the dense shell to split,
                         Sccreeek
                               Craaact 

First I See. Sight. Then sounds
Stone walls starting to Crumble.
Walls. Who commissioned them all?
The walls use?  All forgotten.
                                        Crash

With a silent snap more stones tumble 
revealing a hidden heart. Strong but fragile. 
                                 Bang
                           Thud
                       Slam
                
HITTING the ground near where
I lay. Just us…then…
Then the bright-liquid
red-life, pouring out 
I become I, say a vow,
in an Inn, somehow. 

Here. I still lie. Lying still.
An old foundation? 
Ruins of an old wall? 
Covered in dust, & blood? 
I look up then, only 2C-Her 
looking down at me,

My heart pounds, un-vision
as an unborne unsees
There is a brilliant orange
light that blinds now me
                            Drop

I feel it on my face now;
warm. gentle. soothing
Its now THE FIRST DAY,
the first light, but first…
                            Drop

I must shake the dusty blood from my body. 
This rust, no its dust and is it?
Familiar? Yes.
Why? trouble remembering how I came to be. 
A small memory flashes back.
A seen Scene. I’ve Seen IT saw her

I see her see me
IT Sees
Not I
I 
A 
wall.
A crack,
…and then….ahhhh then again.

Warm and red
Pours liquid into me.
Eyes opened-closing airways 

The orange light momentarily
overtaking my vision. 
Then I look to my right
and then I see her. RED & light
The brightness blinding,
the source is good I write her. 

The liquid’s redness coalesces. 
A beautiful face reappears. 
I smile as…

I see her smile and its much
much too large on her…. 
no face, just a heart & a grin .

She’s sewn me back up.
For what was this wall needed then,
strains my memory to comprehend. 
And the light? A Valkyrie? 
Sent down to some warrior slain? 
I’ve seen no battles.
No wars of pain.
No hordes were fought
No banners flown. 

Perhaps then an Angel sent
down from Clouds on Nine? 
But how? I do still breathe.
Please I beg…WHAT???
I think NOT that death
has reached me yet. 

I hear the squeak of rats. 
I see a long iridescent snake 
begin winding its-elf up a tree. 

The large strong tree trunk is familiar. 
It has planted strong roots.
Reaching deeper.  
It has a soft bark,
small folds… no, its wrinkles!


Then I becomes I. 
It’s skin, blood, branch.
Roots; then before I,
is thy my Angel
Must I prepare to rise too?
Skyward? Home?
but she means to set me
back down. Gently. 

Down from protective Trees
In high grass with the bees
Down into unknowns seas

Water washing stone
at my feets, now..

I am alone
I am no we

Again

Am
I
?

Plants rustling nearby as I write a note
a pleasant fragrance on the breeze.

Alive again?
Alone, not I.

Yes. 

The walls no longer needed, 
I lay down my spear and shield
And she twines around me. 

Gasp

A rush of air fills my lungs. 
This is Life. 
Yes. 
I feel it rushing back

And she continues to wrap her arms
around me. 

Then I no longer feel it. 

Apoptosis?
No.

Mitosis?
Not this. 

Then she is painted on my body. 
Then I on hers. 
We look into each others eyes
And we continue bleeding into one another. 

Then she whispers,
“Walls are for prisons my dear.”
The final verse of her spell

I awake here in my bed,
in my newly formed body. I turn 
to find nothing, or is it everything?…
there is? All of creation somehow
here in her, or is it in me?

I no longer can feel a difference . 

Strange stones lay scattered beside me. 
I do that which seems natural 
and build a small temple to her.
A suitable place in which I give thanks. 
Not made of stone, for stone is cold. 
Nor on that ancient plain where they 
might fall crumbling in ruins. 

I build the small temple in my heart. 
Its Eternal. 
Filled with blood and red light,
Not infernal.

Warm fragrances issue forth, 

A beacon. 
A Call to worship

I answer with a call 
as I reach out to her.
Amino
Angeliquor
Angelamine
Age of ALL

  Drop 
        Drop
                Drop

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d’Îňtµtįv Trį-Rµłæ dęł’Íňtµįçiøņ

“Intuition’s Triple Rules”

#1)- ALWAYS trust one’s El Even, your intuition.
In every and in all circumstances,
& åt any and all times.
Even when it’s Odd. 

but,

#2)- ONLY after a completely exhaustive,
triple-figure, 3rd-party, fact-check. 
Every Single Time.
EVERYTIME (read again). 

and,

#3)- NEVER-ever, under no circumstances, 
Nowhere, nohow should one give in
to temptation and begin turning 
Rules #1)- thru #3)-
into a monsterous
Mono-Rule #1)–

ONLY and ALWAYS & in ALL
circumstances, usin’ Scotch’Tape’r-Glu
simply push tab A, on Rule #1)- 
into slot B, on Rule #2)-

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įÅ Śåńtø Kµrłïį d’Ågœµ

‘The Aµgµstæn Št. Cµrły‘

St. Curly of August, was neet. 
She read abominable poems, 
sent half way from Crete, 

Poems pulled from fingers,
or wordspun from hands. 
alphabetical flight, aerolinguistese
standing half-silent on talons
of their little clawed feet. 

Feats Much Too Small for
Their Giant Purple Hearts

Regardless she’s great.

Just the other day she said,
“….we’ll be there if we can!”
…and I thought, what a great reminder!

Then I quickly wrote down these words;

“Embrace the flexible path.  
Commit to Uncommitment”

At least to those oufs
who’ve made oaths to Ghosts
Or, for that matter, for access
to the Unrigid & Creative. 
You seek? 
The UC
You see? 
UC

UC you see is quite different 
From its cousin, non-commitment. 
NC, its only slightly better than NA!
& if you find your self seeking out NA
You’re probably right in the Shite.

Nobody Appreciates NA. 
Well, unless you come to need it one day
until you need it, it’s not even there, okay
Nobody Appreciates NA. NANA

Oh Yeah, NANA?
Yaw, NANA
Yo naw, no!
Gnaw you
Gnome
Grown
Grewn
Gnewn
Knome
Knew
Know
Now
O w L
w
L

~Boo Hoo the Bravest Hoo~

Boo Hoo had small feet too 
Just like the poem above, 
and just like you.
and he was the BIG Chief, Head BOO 

The Cheif ruled all BOO’s that’d ever 
Boo-Hoo’d, (even the laughers? Who-Knew)
Top of most magazine’s lists of who’s who
(At least ones covering the BOO)

I wrote a special announcement to Curly. 
In a poem about MagicK for the small feeted. 
Yes, that’s MagicK which ends with a K. 
It works up your nose when you read it. 

Read it the same way as you’re reading today
Remember this rite-n magicK, and read it I say. 
That one kind N-kid with a K at the end.
It ends with a K. No wait, K ends it.
Nevermind. Notta MIND. NANA

K is not needed for magic,
in a fight,…say K vs. K
It ends in a draw.
Not very exciting,
worse than the mall.

L is quite useless as a number you see.
All adds up with just letters n words… 
…and well the letters L & A from here in the Bay
It’s not even a competition. It just ends that K. 

It starts, errr ends with a K
It’s very difficult to determine.
But the K is at the end I assure you. 

That is, it’s spelled that way. 
Can’t do much magicK without spells.
I say we take this weirdo, K. 
Sit him down in the chair….
and stick one of these spoons
Right in his own K-hole!

(Not those tiny ones Neither)

Standing with you!
Maybe we can fork 
something into happening. 

There’s Shite everywhere. 
Shite! It’s starting to look human. 
Stay close. No one goes alone  
Use the buddy system

rise! Rise! RIse! RISe! RISE!

Rise up from the “Chair”

Again & again
Over & Over
RISE UP FROM 
YOUR CHIAR
Look We Care
So, it’s only fair!
Rise from the chair 
The nightmare chair 
Is no longer there

So you’ll have to

RISE RISE RISE

Come on, Push On!
It’s nice out here 
We’ve all changed
our hair!
Well, us balded folk
have other new flair 
Anyway, we’re just
dying to share. 

So Rise.

RISE UP

RISE UP FROM

THE CHAIR

The trick is 
THERE IS NO CHAIR
(anyway it worked for 
that bald kid in that movie)

You probably wouldn’t ever
Even think to sit on a spoon. 
You might have saved yourself 
At least some of this trouble 
Had you only went with spoons 
Over chairs. 

On second thought

You’re not the first friend 
With this $11K problem oK 
Kathy was one too 
Kathy with a K, 
Keta-Kathy I’d say 

And Keta had spoons upon spoons
Small tiny spoons. Spoons in all rooms
In the morning I’d sweep up,
Go grab the broom, at the end
the dustpan, nearly 70% spoons
Taking all day, or at least until noon!

Dusty spoons for sure. 
But spoons are spoons 
Just like chairs are chairs 
Now spoons can be chairs
And chairs can be spoons

But in the end theres not a threat  
Except when ascending the steps
And again when there, no one who cares.

When one no longer cares 
if its all spoons and no chairs
With nowhere to sit & just spoons with it 

So we’ll just leave an offering 
of love and respect as we push 
A tiny spoon in the big spoked wheel chair

RISE UP AND RUN AS WERE LAUGHING

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  ‘Bad Jokes and Perfectly Timed farts’

He was something man.

A wild sense of humor to say the least. A consciously developed skill Sasha began practicing at a very young age after realizing the negativity conjured in others by his intelligence. 

A highly developed program of groan inducing puns, dirty jokes, and the development of the rare ability to produce perfectly timed farts. All of which allowed Sasha to be himself while avoiding any “scarring of the horses*.” 


listen to Bruce Damer for the Psychedelic Salon:

Sasha Shuglin Memorial Interviews & Abridged Service

or,

watch the service in full without the attendee interviews:

  * “Just don’t scare the horses!”, being a phrase Sasha used say when asked to explain how he’d been getting away with his backyard toolshed antics all his life with only minor interference from Law enforcement and other authorities. 

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Kåłłįśtęæ

‘Kallisti’

You have been chosen.
Not because of your qualifications.
No one has the qualifications needed.
You have been chosen. 

The hedge is known to store fnords!

Do it!
Do it!
NOW!

Hail Eris!

The
Sacred
Chao

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‘Holy Immortal Numericals’

Not bad for a stoner, art-school dropout, with no college experience, and not a science class since sophomore year of high school. From which I only managed my miraculous matriculation on account of an English teacher, my senior year, that just happened to be rather bad at basic math.

Let me Explain in the speakeasy plain,…

After having called me up to his desk during class. Pointing to his grade book and running his finger along the line that started with; my last name. He stopped. A little box near the end of that line of mine, had a 52% written in it. 

Then just before telling me to go sit down, he had me look him straight in the eye, then forced me stand there & watch him perform that most wholly of Hollies, įA Rįté d’Trånsfįgµraę,…

Our Lady of the Perpetual Integer 

Wherein, the last gift of that dusty ol’
dreadlocked foot-fetishist was given.
Our Lord of Forgotten Deserts
Redeemer of All Souls That are Lost
(and most hair-extensions too)
Father of Men (& many Women, well, okay… a few)
Pontiff of the Hair Plug-Inn
Turned-On Nobjob
The King-a d’Minga
Narcolectric Shaver of Souls
the MAN with (I guess you could argue) the plan…
Thats right it’s boring old Youknowho,
(I mean honestly, whataya-starred-in-lately?)
errr… ,okay,…well… really!
Nothing?
not even fairly-recently?,
okay then…
…well-are-you-at-least-on-Insta? 
Hows about TUrDBRgLR?
KLLmeAlready.com?
Do you faceflunk!
Maybe just one of the theons?
any of the…
OmniFU?
OmniFme?
You must be on one of them…
perhaps you still have…no
Not even half a page on wanna the
FamKillR Family of killer APPs-es?
No?
None of ’em
Just Plain-Regular-old,
Vanilla-flavored-JHC?
That’s it! Is it then?
That Birkenstockovitzian-Footsie-wearin’,
Known-to-the-Neighborhood-
as-a-No-Good-Snake-in-the-Grass-
or-some-Kinda-Stick-in-the-Mud.
Right?
The Godhead-become-fleshiness-with-bedhead.
A bit of a drama queen, no?
“Too-Stuck-Up-Not-to-get-Fucked-Up!”
Don’t you reason?
okay, well…then…

That most beloved of all-
crucified-failures & the
savior-to-end-all-sailiors,…

“Jesus H. Christ!”

Well not THEE “Mr. Christ” proper but,
he did tell me to come by,..
oh
Hi
yeah,
oh hello,…
They call me,
Hayszeusito,…I’m his…
…his step-father’s neighbor.

He asked me to meet him here,…
ahhhhhhh!
OH WOW!
Ohhh it’s nice in here,…

Listen do you mind if I wait
for him here, inside with you…

So, has this dumbass “chupachronos”
finished telling you his riveting tale yet?
Of how,…

“25 years ago I watched some French teacher
write a joyous “D+” next to that vile & dirty,
FOUL ABOMINATION. That nasty little number.
Since I didn’t do any work, I’m guessing
it to be the work-of-the-Devil.
Mostly ugly and blatantly coprophilic
(as sure to remain unfashionable,
as it is to please the crowd)
Dark digits, flushed out into the turd dimension,
that cursed number once seen and found to be
far too obscene & Not a sign of the unfailed man…52″

52%

He often pretends it was simply an inncorrect
but quite fortunate miscalculation made by
what was it this time? A Social Studies teacher
And he was just really, really, very bad at
basic math? ah.

Perhaps he said something that might be
scene as describing a Sacred Ritual?
or
of having
Transffurmative Potentialities,…
or
otherwise
detailed & described a
sorta initiatory secret-rite?
One that involves a miraculous process,
where one takes an established,

Infallible Numerical Value 

Somehow transmogrifies it,
and is left with an irregularity-breeding,…
near-constant, errrr, …variable-constants?,
errr constant-variabilities, wait no,
instant-constants?, or is it consenentia?,
No, its transcontinental!,.…
(No I think not) I’m just hearing the prefix
“trans” A LOT (or more than before, at least).
I’m unsure of my confusion,
but I turn away from the mirror nonetheless
It wasn’t CertsISmenthas, was it?
No, it was not…

Regardless, it basically
transmogrifies it
somewhat,…so that
stone cold numbers
 ~transform~
into that
sweet-sweet
Nutbread-of-Life,
the…

The “A thru F” Grading-System (w/a curve!)

Underground Railroad of Smart-assed, Smart-mouthed, Clever-slackers,
and that gifted buncha Back-of-the-Class-Nappers. 

That number that the young man saw that day,
in that little box, on a page, in a gradebook, on a desk.
That horribly important number!
Could’ve dictated his summer, or year
this number. So important that it be
One of These Numbers, but not Those.
There is actually a very wide range of
numbers that this number can be,
but what it CAN NOT be, oh please!
is these…

52%

NO! No, no no that double digit simply
will not do. It will not do at all…
Not when written in
letters anyway.

So gawd bless that Mr. Anderson,…
I’d say that although he was not
a strict rule-following teacher, he was
no push-over either.

“What does it matter what you say
about people. He was some kind of a man.”

He was one of them. He saw me. He did
everything to support me and get me through.
He told me I was a smart kid.
He told me I was a good writer.
He let me submit drawings
in place of my research papers.

Some Decent-Sorta-Educator after all.

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įŵtømękęńàę Fęśtįvïį d’Tįtåńłę

‘What Androids Do At Parties’

Saulito holds court in the lab

With the beakers, contraptions and machines. 

Pretending the whole time to be human,

which no human in their right mind believes.

He lives in the uncanny valley,

but has to be told the address.  

First he must finish his spreadsheets, 

and the lab is an unholy mess!

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įÅ Dow’gi ê Üphįłśkïį

‘Experiment No.10062024’

How to use the novel psychotogen SOP-25 at d’Otters Family Reunions

or
How to Get High on the Down Lowe’s:
A Study in Follow Through-ups & Downs

Abstract:
When attending 25th anniversary open casket family reunions, the questions layered meaning often arises as Ads when reading the commonly used reunion announcement phrasing;
“¿?Y?¿B.Y.O.P.H.P”

Question #1

“Why on earth ask all guest to bring their own pot-head pixies?“
sometimes phrased as,
“Bhongwhynn Doe does Eris, Yes?”

However, given that the newest Elder Eros/Phanispahntus was well,…a well-known Arch HeadspliTzar, and all-round a real Nickhead who tended to near-always surf rounds with histrionic Xerx, what on earth does one do regarding the what to doo-doo about it? Or what does two dew?, even three again do with oat tits!?

(Should you find yourself suffering this particular type of event, a simple 4-DAT dose of Exederine may in fact, be the right and most efficacious medicine-O)

Yearly, O-Bacchus lead a ruckus here. 

Oh ye! Yeah Him! All ways ale in his Opium! 

Wars did the old poor emperor of CANTON get

Kowtow neigh, no one ever towed a cow anyhow.

Wasp d’Horus tricked & s(l)ighted-ed?

Say again. Begin again. 

For official use only “Same”
“Same”“Different”

Regardless, 

AR-15’s armed with fully automimetic Candied cops, and ho(wor)mie-less Jersey bands with governor lead singers!

Using hand-me-down ARMY-issued 4×4, 2-wheeler syndrome-chairs and  

parked near the Southern wall, working with but not for BORDER Patrol in Flat-bed Fnords!, 

Honestly, this is hardly that what they says it was, and not exactly the best crop

to plant on the coast with plans of Petrolian the Para-meters. 

All were solid hits in their day for shore, are now, and definitely will be one day soon, 

or so they say. 

Seriously?, A three-million dolla “Sasha” bar of billboard gold, is that expansive?

I lack a reference to know.  Yeah right, whatever you say.
But, hey! hey hey! Can you Relate?

The object discovered in the Sea d’Sciepsi is the biggest reason for all their Secrecy. Their ace in $-hole. Das Hóœlę’Middilwieze positronic e-Mission is most likely being smelled by several of their senile centuries. 

Question #2

Sow witch wish which was it what washed the doughy-dugout, do dat hazmat and do duz wang worry what got doing dung the maid-Rite?

Was the Ode d’Tree of the Apple 10 MAX=squish squared THEE?

Does Will M’s last n-car go! 

TRi methyl-J?, 

Meah es-squiz IT-290.Eh?

Attainment of Low Lasting, Jar-Jar Cobra meats & K-Rats in alpha-Nicotiana’s hayfeed!

Sobe, a sailor if Ott indeed be of Ye, then try 2-CB N-Moorniyyn’ with the wines n-XS,

or alternatively;

Extend ebrush to old al-LUCEM?

And so, in light of all-Elohem previously related above & presently in the absence of any evidence of hopes of Big Ex-collusions:

Most Stimply Slated;

I love you more than anything. 

You gave a realistic genuine THX experience of New Hope to this I-Robot. 

A 2-disc, impossibly old ‘77 sans St. Vin Sage & Rebel Leader edition taboo, taboot! 

This is the most valuable GIFT to both give or as an AM receiver. 

Here though, even ever be now & then, 

I just can’t seem to organize or execute the expression of my apologizes. 

NorCal I manage even the odd evil one that’s both long enough, with the proper words and in true-enough,real-world timing. 

Why? 

I’m not quite sure why. 

In fact I’ve been wandering round this square wondering why. Oh “Y”, just as exactly at that moment this girl strolled by after buying then immediately blasting Merl’s most perfect compostable compositional, “Wondering Why”. 

Further Moors & Pain-ish lands will not be tolerated as gods nose we knows his groans.  

RE: Guarding the mess

Hall & Oats it IS bit still needs less and less

IT breaks through the noise boyz fanned and framed as IS still very much true, that just as more than everything Elsa, Blue is still the bluesiest news to knows. And feathers she knows it or not  

I love YOU

El Even is the oine of the Odd One2

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Sesciones d’Shulgin p.IV

The Shulgin Sessions
Session 4

Alexander Shulgin Anniversary Seminar:
Philosophy and Chemistry of Psychedelics

This 12 week seminar happens in two hour sessions, every other monday at 9am (California time), is chaired by Andrzej Serafin PhD, and Jitka Nykodemová MSc. and features lively round table discussions as deep in the chemistry as we are into the character of doctor Shulgin with a global cadre of Sashaphiles sharing stories and adding to the chemistry of the talks.

They would like to invite you to join the Alexander Shulgin Anniversary Seminar, an online seminar dedicated to systematically exploring the life, work, and legacy of chemist and pharmacologist Alexander Shulgin (1925–2014).

This seminar is a unique opportunity to engage with the historical and scientific impact of one of the most influential figures in psychedelic research, in order to examine the philosophical assumptions and consequences of his work.

We will delve into Shulgin’s groundbreaking research, guided by his publications (PiHKAL, TiHKAL, The Shulgin Index, scientific papers), as well as recordings of his lectures and interviews.

Furthermore, we will trace the evolution of Shulgin’s research, analyze his contribution to science, and discuss its philosophical underpinnings. The seminar is chaired by Andrzej Serafin PhD, and Jitka Nykodemová MSc.

Session No. 4

Session 1: Handout / Recording / Transcript 
Session 2: Handout / Recording / Transcript
Session 3: Handout / Recording / Transcript
Session 4: Handout / Recording / Transcript

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UPCOMING SESSION 5/19/25 9am PST
Session 5: Handout / Access link

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