I obsess pink and I become acutely aware of the presence of Philip K. Dick in my brain.  PKD invades my brain vast active living intelligence system.  My brain in a vat turns permanently pink.  I obsess with pink and pink sustains / stains the Book.

Pink peers through the peak pink, and it always means death and life-death and KRYSXTRYN + Asia Rain Forests     Pink peers into to in through my stellar skull (pink cross and pink stars)

Shaman means one who dreams / Shaman means one who dreams pink     Shaman dreams pink prophetic dreams and prophecy means survival     Prophecy enables survival (I struggle with my prophecy – it feels ineffectual.  Prophecy should change others and the world, but my prophecy changes nothing.  Cornelius Cardew began as an avant-garde composer and made revolutionary graphic scores like “Treatise” and remade communal music in his involvement in the Scratch Orchestra; however, his Maoism convinced him he needed to write music for the general populace with straightforward Maoist messages, and he denounced his previous work and the work of other avant-garde composers.  I contemplate making a similar shift – to cease my experimental literature and attempts to innovate with new techniques and structures in favor of more straightforward anarchic-community and Christina anarchy.  I don’t know if anarchic techniques (see:  the writing of John Cage and Jackson Mac Low) actually give a model for living in the unconditional of the Kingdom-Of-Heaven-Within-You and the unconditional radical community.  Is the medium the message / massage?  I almost say no, but Jesus taught in the genre of the parable and messianic secret for a particular medium / message.)  

Shaman means one who dreams and I dream pink anarchy     Prophetic dreams engage essential survival / creative anarchy     Prophetic dreams engage essential survival / creative activity     I prophesy pink diamonds in the dark: hard-edged square-cut diamonds     (these gems do not always have upside and downside)

I wrote in my notes app today:  “How do I prophesy in a way that radically transforms others and the earth?” I say to Asia.  I write about myself and relationships and experiments with poetry and literature.  Should I write political pamphlets instead?  Anarchist zines?  Slogans and songs to mobilize others? I say.  Nah, probably not, says Asia.  […]  I’m worried that you would end up falling into despair if you immerse yourself in the news.  My advice if you do, start small and build a network of people to help.  That sort of thing isn’t done by individuals, says Asia.

I obsess pink and I descend into pink underworld – pink sheol – pink Ben Adam     Pink descends death and abode of dead
	(Sheol shakes snail and hair
	I hair salt shakes sheol swells
	I hair salt flat sheol swales and the swales swarm locusts)
Pink punches through my skull sheol (bottomless pit sheol   black hole sheol   sheol locusts swarm shale slate to slate and syllable to syllable)


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Pink maps death.  I dog mop map death.  I dog descend map multitudes maps many pink deaths (The demon core was a 6.7 kilogram subcritical mass of plutonium measuring 89 millimeters in diameter, which was involved in two criticality accidents).  Death amps pink radiation and radiating pink maps mutate my brain.  Pink plutonium blasts my brain with shaman visions and shaman descents.  I descend pink alchemy and tarot pink-tower-death.  Death dances skull transformations.

I tell you the truth, none will be saved unless they believe in my cross, for God’s kingdom belongs to those who have believed in my cross.  Be seekers of death then, like the dead who have seen life when what they seek becomes apparent to them.  When you search out death, it will teach you about being chosen (I choose a death verily death and actual death).

I tell you the truth, death radiates pink and pink radial pink     I tell you the truth, the cross creoles death and death add pink death compact     I tell you the truth, I seek death and I descend death death shaman who dreams
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I obsess pink and I become acutely aware of Philip K. Dick pink beams and golden ratio desert pink.  Pink fucks with my brain.

Philip K. Dick writes in his Exegesis:
Last night I dreamed about an orchard of trees with pink cherry blossoms – that same pink color of immortality and God. […] But at least I’ve seen the healing pink again, identified with trees and spring…

Shaman means one who dreams and I dream stuck in pink: pink molasses and pink morass and the pink doesn’t heal but curses.  I only dream pink and I fear pink and I fear pink of the Book – perpetual pink and always pink and I cry pink streams – pink pink pink the orchard devours me (only orchard – only death – only shamanic descent.  I belong to the dead.  I belong to the pink place dream dense prophetic dream).

(Is this the place?  It has to be the place.  Free place free space.  Free space for what – anything.  What pink and anything pink.  Writing anything and prophesy anything – this pungent pink prophesy see pink the Shaman who dreams.  I prophesy this is the place my own death by car crash…
– I suddenly remember My Death In Spain and I fantasize Running of the Bulls and The Sun Also Rises and I too feel impotent but the bull run mer bulls box oxen sea south of heaven –
Pink plus pink I pass through the place: I pass through the arms of Moloch and I pass through the fire of the Book and the apocalyptic alphabet.  I conjure my terrain death hallelujah junction jaguar (jagged skull with addresses and tumors   tumor pink boiling address pink)
–  Keep going – do you understand?  Keep going.  Prophesy anything – anarchy, pink skulls, pink visions, political pamphlets, experimental structures and lasso language… Keep prophesying anything / nothing.  As if the act of prophesy itself acts in prophesying.
– My body prophesies psychopomp death and I descend underworld shaman dreams     My body prophesies and I descend pink fucks me nonsense and track-and-field prophecy     I map trail mix night train topology (anything – any pink and nothing underworld night train engines ignite Saint Maud alphabet)     Anything I prophesy night name knock knock jokes (knock knock joke straitjackets)
– I’m walking through streets that are dead     Walking, walking with you in my head     (I should have listened to Time Out Of Mind more in Christina’s absence     I should write more honestly with myself – prophesy honestly     Prophesy the pink inside my skull)