Hemispheres Dissociate Apocalypse

Sometimes I begin again but I begin middle     I begin middle in the middle here I am stuck in the middle with you and Christina cuts off my ear     I begin my rhythms have to instead     I begin my rhythms have to instead intentional over the barline a beam in your eye     I intend my eye not autopilot but pilot waves / I intend my eye not autopilot but my eye looks pinched pilot waves     Pinched pilot waves     boll weevil odd rhythms     odd time pilot waves boll weevil punch odd rhythms odd times / time tinted bone black charcoal black     Time stone tumbled timid times halftime and Yahweh black seeps secret my bandaged bone     I obsess time and I want my time intentional played fast tempos     I tempo metric modulations polyrhythms strontium strata     I mimic Charlie Parker rhythms, John Coltrane sheets of sound, and Elliott Carter metrically modulating and stratifying his string quartets / multiple rhythms times events simultaneous

I frequently revisit the Book of Daniel despite its late date and its pseudepigraphic nature (from the introduction of the NABRE:  strictly speaking, the book does not belong to the prophetic writings but rather to a distinctive type of literature known as “apocalyptic” of which it is an early specimen…)     I admit I often combine the prophetic tradition with the apocalyptic tradition despite their distinctive (but overlapping) characteristics     I prophesy and approach apocalypse     I prophesy and approximate apocalypse with infinite summations / my flesh as fourier series     I prophesy and approach apocalypse as a liminal limit, oral and written torah     Tiferet and Shekinah     Christina and the androgynous messiah

Apocalypse apokalypsis revelation-in-disclosure     revelation-with-disclosure     I disclose desert     I disclose dark desert rhythm black Moses and black Yahweh     I deliver dark desert rhythm black Moses black Yahweh black Madonna (Jacob Frank’s encountered the Black Madonna of Czestochowa when imprisoned in the monastery, and Frank, fascinated by the icon and adoration accorded to it, appropriates Marian teachings into his own religion and spirituality…  He equated the Black Madonna with his Maiden, the personification of the Shekinah…     Pawel Maciejko states in his monograph The Mixed Multitude: Frankism was not about a male God who took a human body upon himself through a human woman, but about a feminine goddess who acquired a human form     Jacob Frank too, sparked my interest in Mariology, a topic I’d like to further explore, and like Jacob Frank, map its imagery, iconography, and theology, onto my own conceptions of the Divine Feminine)

Apocalypse     Apokalypsis     Revealing-unveiling-undressing-Yahweh     revealing-unveiling-go-go-dancer-Elohim     a literary genre in which a supernal being reveals cosmic mysteries or the future to a human intermediary     I attach to the phrase Cosmic Mysteries     I piranha parasite cosmic mystery proto-writing     I scratch secret bone scribe an almost asemic writing river     I river proto-writing ritual rhythm religion     I river root proto-writing ritual rhythm rhizome religion     Open religion open cosmic collects king fisher prophet     I open impossible origins, origins originary origins apocalyptic khora     Rhythm in the middle over barlines and origin always-already begin-and-ends middle intermediate intermediary I push origins over the barline

Apocalypse originates without origin Apocalypse

Apocalypse architecture line lunar eye apocalypse architecture line landslide eye my eye inserts insets intersects other eyes pile driver dog pile on the rabbit     My eye iridium insects my eye iridium radiated insets but cockroaches survive marathon rhythm     Banal rhythm this is how you remind me of what I really am     Kitsch rhythm with arms wide open under the sunlight and my body dissociates a scanner darkly slow death dollface farces god as a tarantula     Slow death dollface farces muscle fascia God as a tarantula compartment syndrome

My brain dissociates a scanner darkly Akhenaten apocalypse and my disproportionate dark overdetermines my proto-book dot-alphabet protolanguage     My brain dissociates separate hemispheres Philip K. Dick’s experiments: I had come across the fact that the brain can transduce external fields of both high and low frequency providing that the thermal factor is quite low… Also, I had read about which vitamins in megadoses can improve neural firing and vastly increased brain efficiency…     I have no idea what PKD blabbered about and I suspect he had no idea either – but PKD attempted to open his brain radically open, even if through pseudoscience and new-age hippie bullshit – in any case, he influenced his mind into that SOMETHING ELSE and SOMETHING DIFFERENT     I hypothesize through unconscious meditation or self-hypnosis he induced altered states of consciousness or a dreaming apocalypse (If I were a seagull, I would fly as far as I could!  I would fly to far away places and sing for many people! … If I wish to the Wind Fish, I wonder if my dream will come true…)

I too dream apocalypse     I dream apocalypse and alchemy     In my apartment I had a dream which will allow my spirit no rest until I know what it means, and the Axe John The Baptist cuts chisels Apocalypse Alchemy Alice and the supernatural beings rivers cosmic mysteries or the future to me, an archetype for Adam Kadmon and Second Adam and Sabbatai Sevi

Philip K. Dick continues: I began attempting, on the basis of what I knew, to bring on both the hemispheres of my own brain using the recipe for megadoses of the water-soluble vitamins; at the same time I tried again and again to exclude the ordinary external electrical fields…

Hemispheres hunt horror     Hemispheres hunt horror cosmic horror and cosmic mysteries info hazards in the mouth of madness (God’s not supposed to be a hack horror writer)     Hemispheres hack heights my brain and my brain brambles burning bush horror, and my horror busks Taryn the Huntress     Cosmic horror and cosmic mysteries information-noise-narcotics in the mouth of madness (do you read Sutter Cane?)     I read my own horror and I read my own brain / disfigured jazz rhythms

Horror hits my eye nude spectacle     Horror hits my eye Yahweh the male gaze I gaze gods genres literary apocalypse (Hey bikini-glad glamazons god-awful lounge music lumpy cheese graters and gore – what's not to love?)

Hemispheres score sums slasher movies and my eye-for-horror terminates telomeres and I eavesdrop on a codec conversation between Colonel Campbell and Raiden:  There’s a terminal, in front of the elevator, a node.  Did you say nerd?  Not nerd, node.  Nerds under the brand name Willy Wonky Candy Company and the box contains two flavors, each with a separate compartment and opening / basically I start off with a sugar crystal and I keep coating with more sugar

Sugar sex sex and candy my brain coats in carnuba wax has a hard bite and gloss     My brain sugar hemispheres nucleuses composed of one or more complete sucrose crystals     My brain internodes an ice cream elevate and then just to show them I’ll sail to Ka-Troo and bring back and It-Kutch, a Preep, and Proo, a nerkle, a nerd, and a seersucker too!     My nerd brain internode a notched nocturne elevator and I write the book an anapestic tetrameter     My brain nozzle internode enter interzone and I snort the world's biggest bird from the Island of Ghark, who eats only pine trees and spits out bark     I snort nested tuplet hemispheres hook work rhythms and heroin time toggles hatchets with two calf-heads

I snort her orifices hemisphere hangman / the torso tape player     My brain taproots into the torso tape player / Max had a VHS tape shoved into his torso and ends up pulling out a gun     I videotape her television trap razor barbed wire and I wire my brain into an electronic version of the encyclopedia britannica / long live the new flesh     Benjamin heathen heretic apostate:  long live the new flesh (Max’s work done, Nicki Brand shows him death is not the end as his body enters a new phase – THE NEW FLESH TOTAL TRANSFORMATION)

My flesh flowers fire     My flesh flowers franken fire and an angel of Yahweh appears to me as fire flowing out of a bush: I look and although the bush fires, fire does not consume     My flesh flowers phantamagoria fantasm fantastique and my flesh facet folds fisher female     My flesh fraks folds fire feminine fanged noumena

The Angel of Yahweh:  Hebrew Mal’ak, or “messenger”, translated angelos in the Septuagint… The Hebrew term lacks connotations now popularly associated with angels, such as wings… although angels frequently assume human form (cf. Genesis 18-19), the term also indicated the visual form which God occasionally appeared and spoke to people, referred to indifference in some Old Testament texts either as God’s angel, mal’ak, or as God…

The Angel of Yahweh appears as Yahweh apparitions allotropes alicesaurus rex ragged rumble in the jungle Neil Young ragged glory     The Angel of Yahweh attracts arrival my anatomy abaddon and Yahweh absolutely Yahweh abuses any anatomy anomaly / scrapple from the apple     Yahweh absolutely Yahweh abuses my anatomy abyssus area arcadia the aquatic chasm vacuum     Yahweh absolutely Yahweh abuses my anatomy abyssus the aquatic chasm long chain children

Long chain children chasm black-eyed children and I write Mal’ak and messiahs campfire stories and urban legends

My flesh changes as my writing changes     My flesh changes channels brain television     My flesh changes channels brain television clockpit target tlon taryn (I recall an extended quote from Andy Warhol:  Before I was shot, I always thought that I was more half-there than all-there – I always suspected that I was watching TV, instead of living life.  People sometimes say that the way things happen in movies is unreal but actually it’s the way things happen in life that’s unreal.  The movie makes emotions look so strong and real, whereas when things actually do happen to you, it’s like watching television – you don’t feel anything.  Right when I was being shot and ever since, I knew that I was watching television.  The channels switch, but it’s all television…)

My flesh flowers LONG LIVE THE NEW FLESH     TOTAL TRANSFORMATION     TARYN TELEVISION

Start in the middle of a bar and end in the middle of a bar     Learn to start and end a phrase anywhere in a measure

Start static     My brain dissociates disappears noisemaker start static     Start static     My brain dissociates disintegrates noise narhwal stained glass and start static STAT god     Stat god polyhedral dice roleplays television cruise ship quarters, halves     halves happen cosmic body horror     Halves happen the Lion-Eater and One-Eater-Of-Lions

Jesus said, Blessings on the Lion that the human will eat, so that lion becomes human.  And cursed is the human is the human that the lion will eat, and the lion will become human

A translucent lion     A nonlinear lion     Lion logos Lucifer     Lion Lucifer Logos     Emerald light and topaz light lion laughter

The Lion Cipher Lucifer code Cross in loose light and light phosphor flesh     Perhaps phosphene flesh too, light-lions PKD witnessed in his total hemisphere altered state of consciousness (I try not to confuse altered state of consciousness with altered level of consciousness despite being a medical professional)     The Lion Cipher Lucifer encrypts Cross on Sabbatai Sevi, and I superimpose many incarnations (manifestations and monstrosities) solid flat stacked flesh flesh flesh flesh…     Long live the new flesh and I keep cross as Sabbath Saturn Sabbatai Sevi

A translucent lion prophesies: How you have fallen from the heavens, O Morning Star, son of the dawn!  How you have been cut down to the earth, you who conquered nations!  (Morning star: term addressed to the King of Babylon.  The vulgate translates as “Lucifer”, a name the church Fathers applied to Satan… Son of Dawn: Hebrew ben shar, may reflect the name of a Pagan deity)

A translucent lion stepdown transformer prophesies pulseless electrical activity / Christ cardiac arrest Yahweh dead on arrival     We shall understand the death of God as an historical event, writes Thomas Altizer     God has died in our time, in our history, our existence     God as death and God in death: Christ crucified and I attempt not a demythologized Christianity or Yahweh, but a Christianity radically mythologized, openly and utterly myth, and I story Yahweh Christianity (myth molds reality and myth makes reality)     I tell stories and I prophesy stories / campfire urban legends a ladder lateral mapped to myth Jacob wrestling one in the image of a human being     Jacob wrestling one like a Son of M an     Jacob wrestling Yahweh and Samael / Lilith my consort strip searches my body a cavity for Christianity