In high-flying vehicles with orphans as pilots, Exotic neurotransmitters in their strange rare diets. To the Neurotic Mic-grabbers and Back-of-the-class Nappers! Those lucky in life, or those For-now-at-least-happy-in-lifers. Complicated-Simplicity-havers, & the Performers-slash-Dancers! Tramatized-Number-Lovers & the Cardio-MAPSers trailing behind! Singing always songs, with no end in sight the type one always seems to sing at night! For those who love deeply, not giving way to fear, but despite! And to those that face bias, but simply won’t loose. Those struggling for sobriety & those deep in the dope Those that RESIST! as all the rest comply (& lose hope)… For all of you, Oh! Yes & those too I knew I’d forget (never mind, “What’s yer current SmartPill reliance?”) Let valley warm & mountain peak chill sing of a community, one growing still. In the shadow of a devil’s mountain, on this here little pleasant hill.
Where the GOODNESS first grew, in the bright shadow of a Great Gentle Giant
No. No need to pray away your very precious time down there, uncomfortably bent at the knee, dear… god, least not to those old far-off, half-dead & dusty-headed drama-queens. Dear Leader of demanding demigods of deserted deserts, diagnosed with Dementia.
Go back to that thing that you do. The end is neigh! You & the work is much needed. Hear words spoken, It is even more appreciated than even you know. Grows more so too. So…rest assured that all requests for assistance we receive, shall continue (as always) to be answered in the order in which they are perceived.
Below is a “much-harder-to-find-than-it-should-be” video of roughly 9 brief minutes. An absolutely inspired, “Beat-Gen-Poets-Eat-Your-Hearts-Out-Stream-of-Thoughtsalad so brilliant, as to be highly fuhging unlikely to ever be topped within our lifetimes.
Leaving the barely-troglodytic-if-even-true, cut-n-paste methodology of those small-bearded poets where it truly belongs. Right where it started, there on the damn floor!
(Hopfully we haven’t before, but if then, we now-here again) give you,…
An affair to remember from, …ah Mister Alexander Jonestown!
The Stagecraftiest of Bald-faced Bawkers. One with “A Gift o’Gab” now become severed from AllReason, all types of AnyKnowledge, & above all else, a complete lack of awareness that either of those two things might be important, or that their missing could in some instances be problematic…
Last Gift of the lord Jesus Christ to poor little Man,…
A near-Perfectly Ranted Rave, from the singularest individual that might ever endeavor to deliver, whateveritbe that one calls what this is…
“A Clockwork Elves Affair”
A complete listing of all the “What-the-WOW-did-he-Say”, amazingness is simply too long to really outline here, but within this under-ten-minute ranted rave to end all raves, you will hear a complete lifetime supply of THEE most unarguable, neh, choicest soundbites you will EVER hope to hear before one’s time here is over & you pass along.
In fact, I think it is quite easily argued that this piece of “outsider-untentioned performance art” seems to be composed of nothing BUT AMAZ-BALLZ soundbites layered expertly by the least to ever use the word expert that ever lived. The most golden & radiating of all entheogenic eggs ever bestowed upon any culture, at any time. The primordial hilarigenic substance that heals all, and nourishes all and every. Cure of diseases not to be discovered for a hundred more years.
A rant-abulous scrabbled eggword salad, tailored (down to the garnish) to the very specific, very on-target niche of those areas of interests shared by all of us here.
In just under 10min AJ manages to touch on near-every single bit of entheominutia & near-all things cool & psychedelicane. The Masterpieces we all know, all the way down to small arcane brick-a-brak with but a small group in the know. An impressive attempt to outline and give a complete section index to many of the ideas that can be found amongst books & ephemera of TEFs Dr. Tomas Szabó Memorial Librareum, AND everything that it does not YET contain, but which I know to be missing.
Well, I mean it’s a decent showing anyway. Given the removal of any realistic chronology & what seems to be zero pressure to at least “look-into” anything at all. At all. No chance of what the kids call “research” (but upon witnessing we would all call a quick YouTube search).
Perhaps this episode represents the odd outcome of a strange confluence of ideas and their unexpected pairing?
Did Alex recently finish a marathon binging of all seasons of The X-Files?
Could the unmatched perfection of this 9min rant really just be the result of the most common of contemporary humanities leisurely activities. (at lesast it is here in the US of A). Watching an old show with the improbable introduction, in drop-wise manner, of some equamolar amount of the Neverbeforeadded reagent of what was clearly a much, much, MUCH too abbreviated briefing by staff on what he should know about regarding; All&Everything Known & Suspected relating to the subject of the Epoch d’Psychedelicene?
What exact procedure gave us this kiss-yer-finger-tip perfectorific-ness, this re-crystallized piece of perfect imperfection, how does he achive the UltraUberUpper purity of this here glorious-est of all Rants-r-Raves?
A piece that dares to offer up AN answer to that one goddamned question that we all are always asking at-all-times. Forever and Ever. until the king done come. Aoooohhhhhhhg man!
“I mean where the hell, & How the Fuuuuuuuhhhg! are we gonna get all this money?”
A goofy little microPOEMoid synthesized purely out of convenience. Having noted that something written in the course of conversation, nearly 6 hours ago now, was in fact a perfectly suitable substrate for the creation of something both very stupid and…well,… equally short.
“A Final Requiem for Rations“ Repeat Please? “Rations &Renumeration: Required now, AND (again) Requested
A Nuevo-Medici! Yes! Please! Over. It’s the one thing still lacking. Over.
We confirm. Yes! Repeat again Please. RnS? IBs? VCs? Do you read? Over.
The same message, yes! In all our pleas. Friends of MAMMON, d'Patreon Supreme Support our novel, exotic neuropharmakÿęs! Usher in this Epoch d'Psychedelicene
Do you copy? Yes? Copy that. Affirmative This alone! It’s the last item! We are still need! Here our pleas! Please!
On the: Reading, Understanding & PseudotranslationofPLƒA
PART I
Pig Latin ƒor Apes
PLƒA is layered and lyrical yet still an incredibly useful scriptypese.
Comparing it with the ridged, vulgar & near-dead languages which enjoy wide- spread use & favored by sumbunal societies today, PLƒAis…
living & fluid and FUN!
It does follow a modicum of intuitive rules, but these rules are also;
flexible & living & FUN!
Its closest relative amongst written languages is the “Scriptish,” left by James Joyce. Rev. Joyce created this seminal example and defacto template for such before departing.
Good lord! All there to Study?
The entirely linguadelic & psychostrephein “Finnegans Wake“, the Tale of a DREAM,
The ONLY book ever written in the history of our language, of which is commonly stated,…
Took longer in the reading of, then it does in the writing of.
A certain similar, though less intense type of phonetic spelling, and writing, upuntil quite recently, was the most common way to record the words of a spoken language (english at least)
It is fairly limited in its rules. With only the sound corresponding to individual characters/letters, being agreed upon (for the most part) by those proficient in the art. The writing of PLƒA is made up. Evolving through each individual using the scriptese.
PLƒA is also ripe with references to the movies, music, books, comics, and other bits of popular culture,embedded in the environ- ment of modern culture (in the USA at least).
So, PLƒA can only be as clever, or as witty; As playful, or as goofy or fun, as is the artist, or any One Ring Who Rights It.
The God-King of dark lords is known as Old LoO, The More Ancient One He is more eternal than the Immortals
A Nothing from Nowhere He is before “things” and Resides outside of any Time Enduring Ages upon terrible Ages All before even the birth of Creation
“Nonammi” Nosaye
“Knownamii” Nosir
Lips shut to the sound that his ear makes For he knows not that we can see him We’ve studied the weapons he uses, and with our minds that are darker than his we’ve now made a stockpile of our own (with inclusion of terrible improvements!) Very soonish fairwell to him, we shall bid. Pseudomegalithics line all the borders, fusion projectile-missiles, legions of commandos and traps. All stitched up (without using no wires), Everyone having covered their face. We can launch any via telepathic sigil, From the fleets of our racecars in space.
“Darrell Lemaire stands in his living room just outside Reno, Nevada. And on this warm summer evening, just a few moments from his now, he and his soon-off-to-college sons will begin blasting out a chamber beneath the house. The “Wine Cellar” as it will be called,will one day not too far in his then future, become a clandestine lab. A laboratory of unmatched legendary status, in which Mr. Lemaire will workout a scaled-up reaction scheme for making much larger batches of the most popular compoundof Sasha’s which is, in fact is not one of his.”
“Don’t Be a Nickhead. Only friends are real. Embrace SHULGIN-ness.”
What occurred in these walls in those halcyon days, w’the Old Rascal’s tech- niques in their prime? With Beethoven blasting, the years went on passing the classical helping the atoms keep time.
The beta-nitrostyrenes reduced in his daydreams, (the novelty growing with white hairs on his head); The Phenethylfantasies of such nocturnal chemistries progressing each night as he lay in his bed.
Once he’d lost alpha’s methyl, which’d made the chain ethyl, these changes and a hundred or more! At C4 a chlorine, a bromine or fluorine, in a flash placed a thiol at four. With this change a new series! ALEPH-like but two Cs These ideas become pages in a tome called Pihkal.
Initial 2,5-substitutions? Handled with a simple solution The hillside Hierophantes first methoxy ‘em all, as he’d go sliding & gliding with his gentle hands guiding the delicate glass that he’d employed for his task; Each refluxing reaction and condensing contraption yielt his triple-neck gifts borne of round-bottom flasks.
