The root of the soul of Sabbatai Sevi entered one particular husk, which was none other than Jesus 

Husk tusk happenings: husk haunted tusk happenings (My tusks task towers.  My tusks trace towers happenings and what happens in tusk gore.  Tusk gores the tower and tower falls tusks folded into husks.  The tusk into husks load transmigration of souls and each souls enters my husk.  My husk resembles something oceanic: rumbly ocean and tempest ocean made in soul word of oceans.)

My tusks talk towers long turtle time long turtle time language music long melody     Long turtle time taryn tusks and towers     (Tusks overlap tusks and towers overlap towers: Taryn transmigration of souls)     Towers tack or taste tusks splatter film husks (Lucio Fulci’s cruel masterpiece of relentless horror   The New York Ripper   Someone’s taking a bite out of the big apple)     Splatter film human husks and human husks film flaw gelatin rhizome rudiments     Human husks stir film floater bodies bodies


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The root of the soul searches: my soul root searches sheets of sound

I read more poetry.  I read the poetry in exploration and experiment, and I touch the language (a naked bridegroom hovers above his naked bride).  I read more theopoetics (I dance the bridal chamber nude and I hover in pomegranate pornographies and I space grape gruppen my eye in excess).

I read the language rib red rat rap hip-hop red language (dance at weddings where fanatic grooms still dream of brides broader poetic language).  I dream of bridemaids screaming and I scream phoenix language.  I scream language laughter and film fire language / I scream the increase in animation cells.

I repeat the aroma and aurora of animated cells and they draw desert monastic cells, and cell exchanges cell and cell transmutes cell.  In my cell – in my desert cell – I study green men.  Not martian green men but the decorative grotesque (The green men appear in many forms, with three common types categorized.  The first of these is the Foliate Head, and green leaves cover it.).  When Elohim expelled Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eden, they sprouted Foliate Heads and their leaves covered their nude bodies.

The root of my soul searches: my soul root searches Adamic languages and Adam bodies / overwhelming green palm tree garden
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The root of the soul riots religion     The riot of religion reveals the riot of my body     The body of religion bodies revolt     (I revolt against the writing and through the writing.  I revolt with writing and writing riots through my body.  I revolt in bright green and radiating red, and this red crowns my head in gardens.  I revolt writing writing and I rewrite riots.  I revolt against this saturnine melancholy inscribed in my body.)     Bodies revolt colt revolver sea of reeds rush / Yam Suf snake coral or curl

I have a thought this morning, says Asia.  People deep in Christianity cannot know themselves on a deep level so therefore they cannot really know others or allow themselves to be vulnerable.  They cannot know themselves because they are afraid to.  Afraid of what they might dig up if they go digging around in all the things they packed away or afraid of everything unraveling, she says.  What’s funny is I’m attending church online right know, I say.  You wouldn’t consider me deep in Christianity – or you’d consider me something else?  Maybe I’m inside-outside Christianity.  Like liminal, in the threshold or even the outer darkness, I say.  No, I don’t consider you deep inside Christianity, she says.  You have spirituality that centers community.  The people I’m talking about are the kind that allow their beliefs to form this inner critic that is constantly monitoring them and are constantly trying to act the part, she says.  Like the kind of mindset that considers humanity lost or depraved and suppressing that humanness, I say.  When I thought of deep Christianity, I thought of mystical Christianity – like Meister Eckhart or St. John of the Cross or Pseudo-Dionysius, but they had opponents who considered them not Christians or heretics.  They were inside-outside Christianity.  Their tradition was Christianity but they threatened Christianity too.  So I think you’re right.  What I consider “Deep Christianity” is a kind of mysticism that threatens the institution of Christianity itself – a Christianity that no longer needs Christianity as a religion, I say.  I didn’t mean a deep religion, says Asia.  I meant someone so steeped in a religion that their vision is blurred.  Yeah, I say.  Deep in the institution of the church, the organization of religion, the rigorous structure of Christian religion […] Our priest’s sermon was about facts and stories we tell – ultimately her sermon was about how the stories we tell make a difference, and how we need to interrogate and dismantle stories that divide, create oppression, and separate rather than include, I say.

The root of my soul riots the root of my soul revolts around in Christianity too so steeped in Christian or allow the insider bodies riot ribbon religion region: ben bodies religion without religion or religion ripped from babel bodies

The root of my soul teachers sheets of sound     Root religions regions ripped from basal meat human skeleton     Sketch skeleton open casket corridor / corridor colt revolver my body brothel

The root of my soul and I’m talking around in the people deep in Christianity


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I rest in the root of Deep Christianity (ultimately her sermon was Christianity)

The expulsion of Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eden and expulsion attends around in the people deep Christian (The original myth states:  For the man and his wife YHWH Elohim made leather garments, with which he clothed him… Christians sometime interpret this as a blood atonement, a foreshadowing along with Genesis 3:15 – the Protoevangelium – as prophesying the crucifixion of Christ.)

The expulsion centers them to other and longer of inside threatens heretics

I prophesy the expulsion of crucifixions of Christ and the Garden becomes an excess and a grotesque itself: Adam’s body becoming a foliate head,, completely covered in green leaves.  A similar scene happens in Daron Aronofsky’s The Fountain, where the protagonist consumes sap from the Tree of Life and it destroys his body and it blooms into leaves and vegetation.  Adam as the walking foliate heads moves maneuverable garden.  My body a burden of the Valley of Vision curates my flowing hair vegetation: my faces leaves of grass and grass gas giants.

A second type of Green Man is the Disgorging Heads, which spews vegetation from its mouth.  I spew vegetation vision: I spew deep Christianity from my mouth.  I spew deep Christianity this dipping in Christianity and on a deep level.  I spew vegetation vision: I spew urban sprawl visionary violence.  These violences clear space for gardens: a violent clearing for the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil (I spill a silver ink into disgorged desert.  I document desert underneath, the glacial lakes and underwater lakes lead odd space led zeppelin.).  My stomach spills vegetation through a glass darkly (a dark glass disgorged and expands pencil eraser and eraserhead.)

I rest in the root of Deep Christianity (ultimately her sermon was Christianity)
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The root of the soul of Sabbatai enters one particular husk

Maybe I’m inside-outside Christianity.  Liminal, in the threshold of even the outer darkness.  I have a spirituality that centers community and I navigate Christianities.  Outside of Christianity I ornament my deep Christianity.