Monday, January 31, 2005

Musical Interlude

The 365 Days Project

Sunday, January 30, 2005

My Book by: Madame X -- 1931

Some day I am going to write a book About the beautiful things of life, But never a word will I mention, once, Of the sorrow, the trouble and strife. I'll write all about the flowers and bees, Of birds and the babbling brook- Never a word of unhappiness here Will you find the lines of my book. And as my story draws on to an end, Say in the very last chapter, I'll have the characters there in my book Live happily, ever after.

Saturday, January 29, 2005

Sado-Masochistic Ritual in a Thelemic Context by: Raven Greywalker

In a sense, you will find that it does not matter what stance you take in bondage and discipline games. Either role done well transcends into the other, and to be done well both require trust. as innana was stripped of everything but her thelemic trust in self, so will each participant be left naked of all but will. Both dominance and submissiveness, to be effective, must be willed acts (hence of a dominent nature). yes, the submissive makes a choice, a very brave one, to put hirself into the power of another. By doing so, she creates the illusion of helplessness that gives hir permission to be more vulnerable and open than she could normally allow hirself to be. The dominent is then compelled by the submissive, with respect for the submissives limits to explore and push against emotional blockages. Both parties are, in a way, submissive to each other's needs and desires, or the game playing will not be effective. Alternating roles to yield the most intense results as this develops the dynamic of master and slave within. as within, so without. This mirroring between interior and exterior culminates in an orgasm of transcendence in which one is no longer defined by the limitations of an either/or neither/nor universe. Each must be governed by hir own instinct and follow hir own inclination.

Friday, January 28, 2005

A Saint's Damnation by: Aleister Crowley

You buy my spirit with those shameless eyes That burn my soul, you loose the torrent stream Of my desire, you make my lips your prize, And on them burns the whole life's hope: you deem You buy a heart; but I am well aware How my damnation dwells in that supreme Passion to feel upon your shoulders bare, And pass the dewy twilight of our sin In the intolerable flames of hair That clothe my body from your head; you win The devil's bargain; I am yours to kill, Yours, for one kiss; my spirit for your skin! O bitter love, consuming all my will! O love destroying, that hast drained my life Of all those fountains of dear blood that fill My heart! O woman, would I call you wife? Would I content you with one touch divine To flood your spirit with the clinging strife Of perfect passionate joy, the joy of wine, The drunkenness of extreme pleasure, filled From sin's amazing cup. Oh, mine, mine, mine, Mine, if your kisses maddened me or killed, Mine, at the price of my damnation deep, Mine, if you will, as once your glances willed! Take me, or break me, slay or soothe to sleep, If only yours one hour, one perfect hour, Remembrance and despair and hope to steep. In the infernal potion of that flower, My poisonous passion for your blood! Behold! How utterly I yield, how gladly dower Our sin with my own spirit's quenched gold, Clothe love with my own soul's immortal power, Give thee my body as a fire to hold-- O love, no words, no songs--your breast my bower!

Thursday, January 27, 2005

Thx 4 Tha Vizual

A world map showing current sunlight and cloud cover This is the hemispherical projection

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

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Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Child Prostitution by: Jessica Ward and Leigh Benzaia

Women are objectified every second of every day. They are being assessed by people surrounding them. They are being followed as they walk through a parking lot, up to their door, in the street, either literally or simply by the scrutinizing eye. Each part of their physical prowess is noticed and picked apart. Prostitutes take advantage of this aspect of our society by putting a price tag on themselves and allowing themselves to become a commodity.

Monday, January 24, 2005

Quote by: Marcel Marceau

To communicate through silence is a link between the thoughts of man.

Sunday, January 23, 2005

She Walks In Beauty by: Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!

Saturday, January 22, 2005

Essence of the Gift by: Esssence

his words are soft, compelling and intelligently sensual a gift from the soul of the poet as he speaks of tender love and the sweetest passion he enters my being my imagination is engaged and i feel his thoughts deep within my heart and mind he knows me not yet he knows me so well and he moves me his words are his gift to me my feelings are my gift to him the essence of the gift is complete

Friday, January 21, 2005

All-In-One by: Abbie Dearest

I am a male human being on Earth plane 7. My partner wants to be treated like a goddess. But so do all the others. Is there one goddess or many? And how can I honor them all? -- Overwhelmed in Pasadena Dear Overwhelmed -- The answer to the goddess(god) dilemma faced by you and so many others on the Earth planes is contained in two psychedelic visions. Since along with these privileged experiences comes the conviction that you have been opened to a Deep Secret, an Undeniable Truth of Nature, you understand that it would be spiritually hazardous not to base your post-vision life on these psychedelic insights if at all possible. Vision #1:Perception of the All-in-One. Behind the veil of illusion you realize that your partner is woman in all her guises: goddess, queen, perfect lover, sister, mother, childhood companion; lewd temptress too, man-eater, whore, black witch, angry Kali: devourer of worlds. Only the persuasive simplicity of the commonplace vision habitually blind you to the fact that She in all her moods and costumes continually plays for your sake at the game of embodiment. In your relationship you two take turns imitating for each other all the male and female roles that crowd your imagination -- images out of dreams, movies, childhood books -- hiding (and seeking) behind the familiar masks that pulled you together in the beginning. The image of All-in-One supports the notion of spiritual monogamy: there is truly only one Goddess(God) and She(He) is now, was, and ever will be at your side. (In the words of the immortal Fats Waller: "If that isn't love, it'll have to do, until the real thing comes along") Vision #2: Perception of the One-in-All. Beneath the shimmering surface of things, you suddenly see that everything is alive, divine, and profoundly sexual. Every man and woman that you meet yearns to be your lover. (In his "Song of Myself," Walt Whitman managed to write down a glimpse of this unitary vision.) Every flower, tree, stone, or drop of water is a divine essence that demands your immediate erotic attention. Why are you holding back from this invitation to the dance? The image of One-in-All supports the notion of a spiritual promiscuity so shameless that it includes not only every living creature in its gooey affection but the vegetable and mineral kingdoms as well. Goddess(God) is in everything and Goddess(God) is Love. Reconciling these two psychedelic insights -- each of them true without a doubt on the deepest level of existence -- is a real problem for finite creatures such as human beings, forgetful of their true nature, locked into the separateness illusion. Keeping both these images in mind, try to do your very best. Follow your heart and take the consequences. Goddess God bless you.

Thursday, January 20, 2005

Oceania by: Anthony Beal

uncurling through blue breezes that whisper in flirtation, she spiderwebs the faithful plains with raging flashes of tongue, raking nails, muted roars that eviscerate. sinuous transcendence breathes tonight. glamour gleaned from agelessness spills fog from fingertips that observe like eyes, from eyes that lap like frenetic tongues at the fringes of perception grand. arched and sculpted, burning cold, rising with crescents bared, she wafts opiate through guarded darkness. she breathes madness into storm clouds, seeding heaven with hemlock, carving wayward paths between flesh and bone. her word, her pheromone of choice inspires the surging urge to kneel, close manic, fevered hands around this soul and draw it free as offering, as raiment, as food. flesh is fragrant myth beneath a melting moon, and delirious is this dance through her downpour that scalds like a hot mouth creeping along the spine.

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Thx 4 Tha Vizual

Alalfa and Darla

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

Dancing by: Master Sade

elegant perversion music made on human flesh this darkness soft score and human spirit carved in human flesh the fleshes soft clay the spirits iron cutting deeply the harsh whisper of difficult words the moan made audible on small drops of blood the scored soft flesh the arched back flinging sweat the open soft lips the scream in the air and I dance in a dark room my hands thrust through the ceiling elegant perversion music made on human flesh this darkness

Monday, January 17, 2005

Musical Interlude

A Storm of Drones DJ Spooky/REM 02:42

Sunday, January 16, 2005

Meeting of the Minds

floating. you and i are floating in the warm ether of a slow, perfect afternoon. our clothing, place, appearance...have no relevance now. words do not form on our lips. we are two souls seeking to join into one,striving to transcend our physical boundaries. as we hold each other,our bodies inches apart, faces expressionless, our eyes lock in an intense embrace. they widen, pupils dilated, exposing our inner selves to deliver and absorb information like a voracious wildcat devouring its prey. from the instant of first contact, there is no period of adjustment to the nuances of our individual thoughts. the immediate transfer of thought and sensation is at once deep, shocking, and fulfilling. questions are silently asked and answered with speed and precision, like the operation of a finely tuned racing engine. our hearts conclude that yes, this is right and good. we recognize that our bond is genuine and determine to carefully escalate the depth of our understanding to include a mutual commitment. to what? listen, respect, laugh, cry, love? yes. as with an indelible dye, our commitment is colored to reflect a perfect blend of our unique auras. it is an individual entity the embodiment of the overwhelming positive synergy resulting from our joining. we create this precious gift carefully and deliberately, knowing that it is an integral part of us now and for time to come. with this realization our eyes soften,we become aware of our nearness, and we smile in the thrill of our oneness.

Saturday, January 15, 2005

Sacred Slut by: Master J.

ritual sexual practices tantra and s/m techniques can be used separately or combined to create a powerful cosmic orgasm that is highly spiritual and deeply healing to be a sacred slut is to be aware of the animalistic erotic animal side within us

Friday, January 14, 2005

A.L.I.C.E. bot

A.L.I.C.E. (Artificial Linguistic Internet Computer Entity) is an award-winning free natural language artificial intelligence chat robot. The software used to create A.L.I.C.E. is available as free ("open source") Alicebot and AIML software. Try talking to A.L.I.C.E. just like a real person, but remember you are really chatting with a machine! A.L.I.C.E.'s Alicebot engine utilizes AIML (Artificial Intelligence Markup Language) to form responses to your questions and inputs.

Thursday, January 13, 2005

Magician and Muse

the muse is magic. the mage is music. life calls when this magic muses, makes madness mild and mildness wild, true to music's magic uses... once upon a time there was a boy who wanted to be a magician. not a stage or trick magician, but a real magician...

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Musical Interlude

Burning Down The House David Byrne (Arr. C. Barnett) 1:23

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Babalon: Avatar of the Eleventh Hour

babalon the beautiful whore of the divine is here the avatar of the eleventh hour is now incarnate in our midst moving openly yet still undetected by some amongst the throngs of humanity lay aside your preconceptions misconceptions and jaded skepticisms against the manifest mystery watch closely with untainted eyes gather the clues that have been scattered for you to find perhaps you shall be privileged to catch a glimpse of her if you are wise enough to not treat her identity as a cheap golden apple to be flung

Monday, January 10, 2005

Quote by: James J. Walsh

People who laugh actually live longer than those who don’t laugh. Few persons realize that health actually varies according to the among of laughter.

Sunday, January 09, 2005


In the year 1166 B.C., a malcontented hunchbrain by the name of Greyface, got it into his head that the universe was as humorless as he, and he began to teach that play was sinful because it contradicted the ways of Serious Order. ``Look at all the order around you,'' he said. And from that, he deluded honest men to believe that reality was a straightjacket affair and not the happy romance as men had known it. It is not presently understood why men were so gullible at that particular time, for absolutely no one thought to observe all the disorder around them and conclude just the opposite. But anyway, Greyface and his followers took the game of playing at life more seriously than they took life itself and were known even to destroy other living beings whose ways of life differed from their own. The unfortunate result of this is that mankind has since been suffering from a psychological and spiritual imbalance. Imbalance causes frustration, and frustration causes fear. And fear makes for a bad trip. Man has been on a bad trip for a long time now. It is called THE CURSE OF GREYFACE.

Saturday, January 08, 2005

Have you ever really loved a woman? by: Don Juan de Marco

to really love a woman to understand her you gotta know her deep inside hear every thought see every dream n'give her wings when she wants to fly then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms ya know ya really love a woman when you love a woman you tell her that she's really wanted when you love a woman you tell her that she's the one cuz she needs somebody to tell her that it's gonna last forever so tell me have you ever really really really ever loved a woman? to really love a woman let her hold you til ya know how she needs to be touched you've gotta breathe her really taste her til you can feel her in your blood n' when you can see your unborn children in her eyes ya know ya really love a woman so tell me have you ever really really really ever loved a woman? you got to give her some faith hold her tight a little tenderness gotta treat her right she will be there for you, takin' good care of you ya really gotta love your woman

Friday, January 07, 2005

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Leda Neon

Thursday, January 06, 2005

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Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Mama of Dada

"Anyone Who Comes Here Must Bring Chocolate." -Beatrice Wood Beatrice Wood March 3, 1893 - March 12, 1998 was an American artist and ceramist, known as the "Mama of Dada". Beatrice Wood was born in San Francisco, CA, the daughter of wealthy socialites. Despite her environment and her parents' strong opposition, she was a rebel who insisted on pursuing a career in the arts. As one of the principal members of the renegade Dada movement, she helped introduce America to the unique art from the community at Montparnasse in France. Joining with Marcel Duchamp and Henri Pierre Roche, in the 1910s they founded "Blind Man," a magazine that was one of the earliest manifestations of the Dada art movement in New York City. Henri Pierre Roche's famous book "Jules and Jim" is based on the relationship between Duchamp, Beatrice, and himself. With the celebrated Duchamp, she was introduced to the influential art collectors Walter and Louise Arensberg who held regular gatherings in which artists, writers, and poets were invited for intellectual discussion. Beatrice Wood's relationship with them and others associated with the avant-garde movement of the early 20th century, earned her the designation "Mama of Dada." She had been a member of the Theosophical Socity-Adyar since 1923. In 1948 she moved to Ojai, CA to be near the Indian sage J. Krishnamurti. A film, Beatrice Wood: Mama of Dada, was made on the occasion of the artist's 100th birthday. Ever the comedienne, when asked the secret to her incredible longevity, she would respond "I owe it all to chocolate and young men."

Tuesday, January 04, 2005

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Monday, January 03, 2005

Love Is Still The Way by: Divino

My illustrious brother and I went forth, both with the same vow, the same love of life, the same desire. We stood still in the Hall and we placed Our Hands each upon the other's shoulders and we looked deep into each others eyes and bid each other godspeed and plunged into the centuries of embodiments during which self-discipline was voluntarily assumed that within the allotted hour One of us might stand and hear the welcomed words, "You are ready to accept the responsibility of bruuddahood."

Sunday, January 02, 2005

Her Whoredom is Holy as Virtue is Foul entangled bodies, flesh against flesh, burning desires for each other melt us into one flesh within flesh. on fire, intoxicated with you, in you, i awaken to the carnality of your being her mouth is red and her breasts are fair and her loins are full of fire, and her lust is strong as a man is strong in the heat of her desire, and her whoredom is holy as virtue is foul beneath the holy sky and her kisses will want on the world away in passion that shall not die. ye shall laugh and love and follow her dance when the wrath of god is gone and dream no more of hell and hate in the birth of babalon he held her, hard against the memories of long time past, when everything still shone, like new toys wrapped in crackling cellophane and all choices seemed endless. he held her even now though he was prone, six feet under, still but not silent, restless with wanting her even though his body could no longer hear his desires.

Saturday, January 01, 2005

Ya, Shell...We Are The Same Person

How does that poor devil take to being called me? I have always thought that you might be someone else, dada.. And while you're here.. How did you feel about Yasir Arafat stepping down as chairman of the PLO? You should be crusading for Palestine as we speak! Posted by: War Dog at November 18, 2004 01:50 PM *** so...who do you think i am? Posted by: dadalux at November 18, 2004 02:01 PM *** When you are not posting No-nic.. I think you might be Shelly! You two seem to a bit too much alike! I sense a connection there that goes beyond Blogging. You like the same music.. You like the same art.. You both love fantasy.. You seem to speak to each other in whispers.. So tell me.. Is Shelly the female Dada? Posted by: War Dog at November 18, 2004 02:09 PM *** i rarely post with another nic, and then only to make a joke, i'll be "hassan i sabbah", or "billy crystal", or "jesus" or something...depends on the joke but i always go right back not that there is anything wrong with using other nicknames...i'm just saying what i do if you know someone, you can usually tell it is them, whatever nickname they use sometimes the blog forgets my name overnight and it's missing from my first post of the day, too -- == i'm dada and shelly? it would sure be a pretty neat trick if i could pull that one off i already do enough for three people just as dada its hard work, being president, hard work Posted by: dadalux at November 18, 2004 02:28 PM *** we sure post at the same time a lot for being the same person dadalux~ ...silly war dog!......trix r 4 kidz... Posted by: shell at November 18, 2004 08:07 PM *** ya, shell...we are the same's some more powers we have ..he is a world personality, who everybody talks about, of international stature and esteemed by all the nations; ..she is master of truth and master of the world ..he has superior knowledge to everybody, in any branch of the human knowledge, also and mostly in the sacred scriptures (his interpretation are considered EXACT tout court) ..scientists and experts of any discipline, all over the world, ask for her advice she is the fulfillment of many prophecies, which would have announced her "coming" ..he is omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient, in that he is God (and this alone contains all the following) ..he cures the sick, and resuscitated the dead ..he multiplied the food, and changed the water in gasoline he advises the devotees, solves their problems and sufferings, and he charges himself with these problems; he grants them, at his discretion, what they desire ..he also performs long-distance rescues ..she is clairvoyant, knowing past, present and future of anybody; she answers the questions before the asking; during the darshans, she takes from the people, at her discretion, some letters, of which she already knows the content (some of these letters are refused, and this is brought as en evidence of this fact) she also helps faraway people who ask her for help through these letters ...she is endowed with telepathic powers, enters the dreams of anybody at her own will, that is to say: if you dream of her, it's because she wants so (it's her statement), and not because of your unconscious. ..she has power and control over the natural forces, the natural elements and the laws that rule over them. ..he materializes by his will any kind of material object, by a simple hand gesture, and much more... Posted by: dadalux at November 18, 2004 08:22 PM *** of course, we're really one person, doing that bi-location thing Posted by: dadalux at November 18, 2004 08:26 PM *** Posted by: shell at November 18, 2004 08:42 PM

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