sacred fires burn inside—building our archetypal style…meditating on our desire—allowing our minds to evolve and inspire…free thought unleashed and branded hard—dancing with passion though deeply scarred…we writhe in pain alone in the dark—craving solace for our bleeding hearts… finally our creative synergy flies free—we build spiritual power every time we […]
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we are living through cataclysmic times with a political class that is playing with fire…we must dream boldly as we organize—deploying radical imagination as we conspire…this despotic regime’s hold on power is as perilous as it is catastrophic…its up to our resistance to build the social power that is required […]
like angels, we seek signs of evolving life at the end of the dank, dark, and isolating depressive tunnel like aztec warriors, monster queer muslim and sephardic cylon buddhas resist the proto-fascist cop-enforced kettle we seek solidarity and transcendent love: our sharpest tools in the quest to conquer our past […]
hospitalized for the umpteenth time–i medicate my mind while i relax and unwind…confined in these walls–in the georgetown psych ward…visited by karmic angels i have loved and adored…fire is a force: a living act of entropy–fueled by wax and oxygen–or by proto-manic gasoline…within these walls so much healing takes place…psychic […]
ancient skills and modern minds—rise and thrive and intertwine…serpents power our army’s rise—ruling the day: reclaiming the night… throwing stars induce searing pain—scaling walls and branding names…building power and queering fame—unleashing exponential power in our brains… ninjas rise in red black and green—striving to set our people free…spinning and writhing […]
carnal heat and tindered flame fill the air and call my name…agents of karma take the stage–anarchists evolving prefigurative ways…love and rage fuse in a digital array–a double helix carrying our mutant dna…crafting a path towards this system’s doomsday–finding a path out of this sociopathic ideological maze… recruiting fresh disciples […]
beautiful and rock solid of heart body and soul—your presence so magnetic making my manic brain feel more whole…your jagged edge is a metaphysical fractal inspiring me to live and to dream–a jagged edge to guide our evolving self-medication–a jagged edge looming over the depths of the deep blue sea… […]
in the beginning all that we are now was ONE… an infinite dot–condensed possibility awaiting an EXPLOSION… like the stonewall inn in 1969 on the brink of a TRANS RIOT fast forward on hyperdrive to this perilous present moment the human and animal kingdoms on an ice-covered precipice… on the […]
for millennia our species has lived on this earth—always molded by the conditions into which we were birthed…we have lived as hunter-gatherers, as serfs, and as slaves—we have paid homage to haughty kings burried in titanic holy graves…our system has been ripe for transformation for more than a century—but it […]
hexagons and lexicons—digging deep and dropping bombs…striving for freedom singing songs—crafting a future that is just beyond…orchestrate and stimulate—try to never prevaricate…build a bridge from satan’s gate—copulate and demonstrate…species rise and evolve or die—empires fall when the enslaved arise…corporate power quakes inside—when we build power and organize…branded backs and sculpted […]
absorbing the world with a child’s eyes—i saw men disrobed with limbs intertwined…as i grew the urge grew overpowering—to share my body with an adonis arising…temptations evolve, grow, and change—prophecy unfolds as love comes unchained…its a woman’s world—full of hope and despair…with our flags unfurled we will recover from this […]
on the day the right crowned its would be fuhrer, we rose in resistance—at least ten thousand took to the streets of DC with rage at the brutal face of this system…police went wild with smoke bombs and pepper spray—mass arresting journalists and medics all to give 45 his toxic […]
stories inscribed on pecs and thighs—images branded in heart and mind…evoking hidden demons conspiring deep inside—bringing native-born prophesy to meet my eyes…a red and black star paired with an analogous sun—seducing my eyes and turning me on…my body is a virgin in this alone—can’t wait to bring your branded body […]
enraptured by this moment i see energy everywhere–hieroglyphics coat the sidewalk and magical pixies dance with your hair…emotional release and mutual aid are our most potent medications–we need to heal our hearts and feed our souls reinventing this toxic nation…legions of sisters are coming forward exposing the human toll of […]
lights flash extending potent and penetrating rays—i contemplate the cosmos absorbed in its seductive gaze…with every passing instant i grow into this strength—i fathom the galaxy’s width, its depth, and its length…our backyard was pregnant with potent energy—temples inscribed in the earth open for only my eyes to see…soldiers marching […]
caught in the seductive snare of synaptic riptides—i reimagine the impossible and practice pyrotechnic rites….faster than a ray of light inspiration takes hold—conjuring leaps of consciousness as my manic mind grows bold…i am swimming in the flood of the collective unconscious—i empower my inner god and worship my inner goddess…i […]
love is a blessing—a gift and a curse…we long for so much—for romantic rebirth…in this long struggle for justice—we find comrades and friends…we build bridges and banners—hoping to win in the end…we live with toxic ideas—in obscene oversupply…we evolve into more—or we die trapped in a web of lies…the system […]
breathing deep i feel my power—sensing my synapses hour by hour…in this euphoric place i see so much—the porous boundaries between love, lust, and trust…. manic zen is the name i have crafted for this state—i feel energy in every neuron that animates by brain…i focus the exponential energy flying […]
manic minds on hyperdrive—linked by mirrors while fires fly…conjuring a collective global brain—bridging the river between the psychotic and the sane…cerebro rises through euphoric nights—recruiting disciples and bringing truth to light…forging platinum-plated psychic blades—rebelling against the proto-fascist plague…we are an army of mutants anchored by anarchist cadre—evolving and creating a […]
insurgency is born from primal roots—we yearn to become whole and to amplify our truths…styled fly our tribe rocks platinum plated combat boots—we rule the night as street art vixens and recruit the rebellious youth…sustained by community and careful self medication—we plot and plan imagining a transformed nation…we pay homage […]
the winds of change are blowing with force—we face toxic politics in bombastic voice…the tweeter in chief rips apart gains won by our movements—but our insurgency is growing building tunnels linking to us…i see waves of energy in the sky dancing with fractals of electricity—i feel divine spirits channeling through […]
i see parabolas and hyperbolas in the fires i burn outside—the fractals that coat my sky are the signature of the night…i feel energy and possibility emanating from deep inside—my dreams consume my consciousness bringing peace and taking flight… churning flames resemble hurricanes orbiting a floating rope–we imagine a power […]
my mind is wired on hyper-drive—stimulated and cyber-wired… synapses flooded with dopamine—make me dance and make me scream… the untapped power of our minds is immense—galactic energy in the present tense… forging new connections and new revelations—bringing light to the dark and unleashing cosmic creation… the riptides lure me towards […]
as long as our ancestors have inhabited this earth—we have sought stories to give meaning to our death and our birth…we have craved sex, money, power, and pride—we have yearned to give voice to what gestates inside…the human species has evolved to yearn and transform—creating new systems and crafting new […]
at night i tag city streets—or patrol for luscious finds…i live with reckless abandon—i crave the pleasure of carnal nights…i forge a karmic alliance—between the righteous and the wicked…we rise up in defiance—and give in to lust and her lascivious kindred…manic depressive heart and soul—i navigate my cerebral poles…i believe […]
i am navigating ungodly hours and am hard wired by the energy i envision in our translucent night sky…ripples of light appearing like ancient hieroglyphics or cave paintings—all signs of spiritual transcendence impossible to deny…symbols tattooed into the clouds—melding contemporary graffiti with ancient mayan and egyptian iconography…i have spent the […]