CW: body horror


A traveler puts his head under the edge of the firmament / a missionary of the middle ages tells that he had found the point where the sky and the earth touch

I travel tarantula taryn and a tower always anchors crossroads     I travel taryn stirring time in trouble and I prophesy tower clock tower scissorman cuts my torso walking through halves     I travel miss susie had a steamboat and the steamboat had a bell / ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreams and I dream crossroads death suicide death suicide always liminal and I travel the same hell Christ traveled

My kerygma is Krystal Christina and I missionary Minutemen D. Boon strumming funk chords and ripping guitar solos     My kerygma is Krystal Christina Taryn and the Tower Television performs human brain transplants, my tanker techno body another body the female body bottom of the well stars

Cosmic machinery breaking wheels woman over stars but she bewitches constellations wheel in the middle of a wheel     Cosmic machinery constructs an interstellar library, arches antilles arches archimedes in angles     I architect library gears gyros gods and the Books build recursive city recursive reality New Jerusalem

My kerygma is Krystal Christian Taryn Asia and I alphabet cosmographia: letter light letter lattice letter lady and woman wakes my kerygma     Woman makes my witching and I map maps musical mathematics or mathematical magick     Woman wakes my will Keter Krystal and I write her unfurling scroll speech or titanmachy Taryn

Death to Videodrome.  Long live the New Flesh.

My flesh fucks flesh fist fuck face fork face malformed torsos transformed tentacles holy hentai     My flesh fucks flesh fuel face film face fungus or slime mold networks transiting male and female genitalia / Betamax videocassettes were used as items to be inserted into the stomach slit because VHS cassettes were too large to fit the abdominal wound

Television can change your mind… Videodrome will change your body!

My wound worships your wound orifice ouroboros     My wound worships your wound a river of pus writhing worms, and my tumors touch her thighs, her teeth, her tongue     My tumors taste television uncontrollable flesh and my flesh grows vision hallucination gods orgasming gods     My wound worships your wound television mobile phone video game and the game fills new flesh, god granulosum god     Everything bodies Everything     Everything embodies Everything     Everything enfleshes Everything body to body to body     I am the video word made flesh

You know I’m here.  Does that mean you can hear and see me?  Of course I can’t hear and see you.  This commercial message is on videotape.

Videotape tetons Taryn vortex and the vision videotapes videogames the erotic apocalypse     Apocalypse pinballs pornographic and my body weevils woman boreholes earth penetration     Apocalypse penetrates videotape and I perform the body contagion and infection     Apocalypse breeds beasts animal fucking in baptismal baths and these locusts looked like horses armored for battle; they had what looked like gold crowns on their heads, and their faces looked human, and their hair was like women’s hair and teeth like lion’s teeth / Taryn locust locusta mixes manic machines with my molten or magma body, and I cyborg in clusters     I cyborg and shapeshift in shamanism and the human-locust hybrids speak strange subterranean speech / speech spell     speech sorcery     speech alpha and aleph     Apocalypse ejaculates erotic violence and my flesh melts into globs, sprouts machine parts, and splits apart for use as a strange area     Apocalypse approximates area by homosexual bombs bombing homosexuals and Yahweh is a closet queer     I meet Yahweh in the closet, a body catching a body in the rye, and we videotape our homemade Christian pornography

We will go over the same way ten times, a hundred times… And all these pathways have their own pathways – otherwise they would not be pathways

The pathway pathway plunders pornographic bodies bespoke bodies for the blade pathway, and my way wears nude nude woman     My way tusks taryn and I trace the track of Taryn’s body ten times a hundred times and I impale her ivory iron figurine with reindeer antlers a cylinder seal with sodomy     The pathway pathway picnics panic pulsar pornography and air bombardments     The pathway pathway parties or pitches pornography and my body stripteases Taryn tall tale tease and she undresses my dress hale horror     I write this horror this body, and the pornographic apocalypse is my apocalypse, an apocalypse I tread titillation Taryn, and the Book areas landscape stringscape dreamscape apocalypse

The poet protects the desert which protects both his speech (which can speak only in the desert) and his writing (which can be traced only in the desert)

What is the way?  The way is always to be found.  A white sheet of paper is full of ways.  We will go over the same way ten times, a hundred times.

I am not a poet, but a prophet, and I prophesy KRYSXTRYN     I prophesy KRYSXTRYN + Asia     I am not a poet, but a Shaman, and I enter exit Desert Subterranean / Christina’s Cavern Cunt     Did I tell you I’m going vegetarian? I tell Christina.  No!  Why?  I had a vision of Christ as a cave bear preaching the gospel to other cave bears and it made me realize the Messiah reconciles ALL Creation, including animals to the Godhead.  What about Peter and his net?  And why not take the opposite way and just starting eating humans?  I would eat a bear.  Because I had a vision of archaic humans and Homo erectus nailing nails into Christ’s cross… My vision is superior to Peter’s: I’m Einstein and he’s Newton.  Uh, all simps, says C.  Newton and Einstein were simps?  Newton was such a simp, he had to share CALCULUS with another man, says Christina     I am not a poet but a prophet but nevertheless I protect the Desert     I write desert domain and desert decades:  I write desert debris and desert dagger     I dig the bodily defect of the desert and the desert abnormality and my dick fucks desert dwarves or dwarves underground sometimes I dig too deep     I dig too deep but the depths devil Hell and Hell helios horns her Hell and she reshapes my human body animal human body     Desert diverges deicide suicide cattle decapitation and desert distorts speech what I can only speak in the desert     Desert dissects speech what I can only speak in the desert, which is prophecy and animal language or animal laughter     I’m convinced of a radical post-humanism or flat ontological structure where animal, plant, human, etc. are on the same level, I say to Christina.  We have to love and respect each other.  Worms eat us, says C.  Trees steal our carbon dioxide WITHOUT ASKING.  I think it’s fair to slaughter any lifeforms that are either wildly inconvenient or that may add to my comfort.  Tit for tat!  Also, Thomas and I are both vegetarian now!  I just like to bluster.  What made you become vegetarian?  Our hearts are trying to kill us, says C.

I am not a poet, but a prophet, and I prophesy KRYSXTRYN + Asia     I enter exit desert monastery and the monastery archons city and library     Library sprawls desert and I prophesy library desert library     I prophesy Woman Desert woman and her word ulvers library

Speech spindles long thread and I incal the impinged bone element     Speech sparrows long thread Taryn had she ties tarpit knots, the bistro of bog bodies, and God eats human remains and artifacts     My speech splinters into serpents and they swerve sink ink subterranean homesick alien     My speech spans suspension bridge steerage and I spear splatterpunk erotic car crashes / they found an oldowan slaughterhouse, an ancient bog where animals had been trapped and butchered, and my god butchers benjamin bodies speech sword slices

I write rehh rent raw witches and I sabbath witches in the desert     I write rattle witches and I window wyrd with woman in desert     Surrounded by human bones and animal familiars, I ware with witches engaged in naked revelry as we sore through the air and prepare food for sabbath     The witch writing wonders desert woman or woman kowloon walled city     The city deserts and the desert cities, circular ruins     I circle the sound cylinder of ruins, an alien amphitheater and the woman coalesces my speech and writing

A witches’ sabbath was an event where witches would assemble to worship the devil.  This image is an inversion of the Christian Mass.  Rather than receive the body and blood of Jesus Christ, participants instead offered up human flesh to Satan.  The sabbath contains elements of bestiality and adultery.  The devil, in the form of an animal or human, would copulate with all the witches at the sabbath.

Woman coalesces my speech and writing, and it covers the secret underground crypt of Christianity / a voice called from the exalted heavenly realm:  Humanity exists and the Child of Humanity     My Humanity is Heather Humanity Heathen or Heretic Humanity, but my arche-writing, the Logos and Elohim spoke, matures medicine     My humanity hustles with hangman witches and my arche-writing or speech-chaosmos medicines mandrake root and you must come to me, for I have hired you with my son’s mandrakes

Humanity exists and Christina Naked herds my Humanity christian witches and christian magicians     Humanity exists and Christian skyclad hairpins my Humanity gnostic Christianity and Christianity cools apocalypse and apocryphon, and I have a vision of Philip K. Dick / shaman in the hexagon     Hexagon halogens catacombs and I etch cross crossroads raven witches at the foot of crucified Christ     Christianity exists parallel to Christianity, a witch’s parallax and a woman’s Arche Only Omega, and her witch’s oil and flying ointment ossages osifrage…     Christianity exists parallel to Christianity, a witch’s parallax and a woman’s Arche Ochre Ontology, and her witch's oil or flying ointment ensembles octet the writing / Writing Haunted     The Writing Hauntology pirate television broadcast     The Writing Child of Humanity hauntology and she watcher witches as woman, and woman writes sabbath slats sinister

Woman writes rapture rupture and Yahweh yankees paranoid fiction or corpuscular conspiracy theories polymorphous perversities with mutated sex organs     Yahweh pigeons doll prosthesis and the doll punctures pornography     The artificial arm or leg penetrates television a cut cunt canvas and Christina appears on my screen as a hermetic witch / scissors sleeping scissors the excision of my eyeball for a potion

Witches apprehended, examined and executed, for notable villanies by them committed both by land and water, with a strange and most true triall how to know whether a woman be a witch or not.  Painted at London by Edward Marchant, and are to be fold at his shop ouer against the Croffe in Pauls Church-Yard 1613

Again the Witch traces mine Woman and she rituals write Desert Christianity, the Christianity where gnostic speech encrypts the dunes of Desert / Again Wall Woman Witch Woman the Word of the Desert and gnostics writing windsweeps Desert windhover Christianity

Christianity grows Christianity the Palm Tree Garden and the secret Christians harvest their crops     I remember: I too cultivate Christianity in secret, what PKD called anamnesis, and PKD helps me plant the garden / seeds serpents semen     I’m actually got some crops going, too! says Christina.  Trying to teach the kids some homesteading shit.  What will you grow?  Right now I have all the things you can chop off and have them grow new shoots.  Green onion, leeks, celery.  I finally have potatoes down.  I have never grown a single onion.  There's something wrong with me!  Can you grow garlic?  Garlic is important.  They keep away vampires.  Why would you want to keep away vampires?  They're so effective against axe murderers!  Because they bite.  How can a vampire suck cock with those fangs??? It’s like butt stuff – you have to ease into it, says C.

A Poet a Painter a Musician an Architect:  the Man or Woman who is not one of these is not a Christian     You must leave Fathers and Mothers and houses and lands if they stand in the way of art

I suppose then I am indeed a poet, and the poetry prophesies New Christianity which is Ancient Christianity plural at its origins     Christianity choirs cabinet of curiosities, and it eromes its oddities, Christianity an aweful oddity origins origins and its poetries rhizome and ouroboros     Christianity paints and architects strange loop entangled hierarchies flat body flat body the traces with traces and the pathways pathways too circular library     Library leaven without leaven eats Christian bodies my body and my body burns incense the prayers of heretics and witches

His name high and holy carved, covenanted, drilled, and created his World, through three Sefarim:
Sefer		Book		Writing
Sfor		Counting	Number
Sippor		Telling		Speech

Her Name weds my Name naked Name or Name nurses novel noise nexus     No, Her Name weds my Name and we nomad naked, and the name nurses noise white noise pink noise nudie cuties     No, Her Name wheels in the middle of a wheel wheat woman and woman weds my name in baptism chrism bridal chamber and she webs witch word and witch wyrd / wedge woven wedge wheat weigh and wheat noise and my hands on her waist and name dances ballroom wheel ballet and Her Name is Wife     Her Name carves my body chords crushed chalk and she blows the chalk into the rock formations outlining human hands     Her Name carves chisel crater and iridium dusts the K-Pg boundary and I discover dinosaur bones arranged in different spellings of Her Name (I love dinosaurs.  Dinosaurs make everything better.  I want more dinosaurs and perhaps I will write more dinosaurs)   No, Her Name carves caves caverns craters earth ruptures and interruptions and my body mimics earth     My body eras eros earth the mercurial microcosm, and Earth evols the elegant extraction from my echelon body     Earth erases with extinction events but her Name eyelids extant / erosion exposure nude narcotic earth