Bacon

[osiris]

Whilst frying bacon in mine trusty skillet, it occured to me that the amount of bacon I place in the skillet exponentially effects the rate at which all the pieces cook, by virtue of the interspersion of the greases into a collective pool due to the application of heat from beneath, catalyzing the release of the greases within each individual piece, which is an apt enough analogy for the manner in which groups of people catalyze the release of their individual energies into a collective whirlpool via certain ecstatic rites. I would suggest that when ye be capable of enjoining thyself in such a transcendental orgia of energy transferral ye do so, insofar as thy conscience allows for the clean dispersement of all inhibiting factors.

And I will state, furthermore, that I cannot wait to eat you! So make haste!

....and when I eat pork, I can't help but envision that cute little pig in Charlotte's Web, you know, whats'isname: Delicious? Savory? Juicy? Something like that.

eMBeMLaHV! :)

[KittenX]

*chuckles*

[And I will state, furthermore, that I cannot wait to eat you! So make haste!]

Thanks for that! :)

[osiris]

*smacks lips* yummy!

eMBeMLaHV! :)

[osiris]

Penetrate this void.
I love the sudden, bestial
scream that is torn, asorn
from my quivering lips.

It is no violation, for this

THIS WAS THE WOUND THAT BEGET THEE.

Oh, shuddersome delight in flight,
a tingling spine, implo(a)ding
sparks, internal fireworks, a
dis
play
of the reverted inversion dis

pers(i)on.

Modification thru variability.

Delicious by virtue of the virility,

inherent adherent, knows not.

But how I enjoy to lick the temples

clean.

So illed, soiled
for so long, a song
is sung for the dead,
and it is entitled:

"My Life Is A Residue."

[StickyPoohy]

Or Zero tha hero?


...nice work, O!


S

[osiris]

"When God threw me, a pebble, into this wondrous lake I disturbed its surface with countless circles.
But when I reached the depth I became very still."
-Kahlil Gibran, Sand and Foam

I get the feeling of an underlying, and ominous, connotation in this seemingly humble remark, as of a bracing.

eMBeMLaHV! :)

[StickyPoohy]

Still, shit-hot words though, mate!
('scuse me colloquialisms, guvn'r!)

S

[osiris]

The remark in the above post was in reference to the quote therein. I thank you, friend, for your encouragement.

eMBeMLaHV! :)

[Icurus]

And it was, a sad day for thee egg, use to it's place in the
middle, knowledge that it was reflecting lime light, and the
company they kept we're but fringe only to be pushed aside
with a fork, allowing more space for an eggs ego.

Eh Rommiel, some religions would prohibit pork on your fork,
haha, nice job.
Peace,
Devon Knight ~ / Icurus

[osiris]

Whirling SPIRIT dissolves, and inherent within the dispersion of those particles there lies a taste, penetrating stealthily the pores of thy tongue.

eMBeMLaHV! :)

[Icurus]

Lapping liberally for that first rush that will
never come again, leaving buds depressed, and dreaming of licks gone by.
Dev ~ ")

[osiris]

Yet the dream excersized in oblivious ecstacy leaves only the residue of ALL, to be reconciled with NOT. A Parade Of Lovers Cosmic and Infinitesimal.

eMBeMLaHV! :)

[osiris]

Find me you will between the six and the nine;

An effect that resides when energies combine.

Yet still am I the bearer of both pitcher and cup

and cauldron of DEATH full of LIFE that you sup.

Raven on skull between Eagle and Lion are

proof of our power to awaken the Dragon

that scorches the scorpion to evolve from the Snake,

dispersing the Fake and leaving Real in its wake.



And you worry so that your health is at stake;

But the DEATH that you are

is the LIFE that you make.

So take your fill of this bittersweet brew,

that the Lion may roar

at the Eagle that flew

To coalesce with the Snake that coils to leap

to BECOME the Dragon

whose SPIRIT you reap.



Now,

May I refill your flagon?

[osiris]

Another involuntary twitch,
such awayste of time.

Suffer not the inhibition oblivious;
undo that paradigm.

The Buddha did not bother
to suck in his stomach.

He knew he was round.

(I always wondered
how a beggar
could have been
so well fed.

I suppose he just had
a lot of interesting stories

to tell.)

I have learned so much
by observing the cat.

He never bothers with
other people's expectations.

How can I improve?
Abolish the thought!

[osiris]

Without the Goal the Way is a meaningless burden;
Without the Way the Goal is unachievable. Those
who would insist that one is to be revered moreso
than the other will find themselves lacking both, whilst
being prodded some other way, to some other goal.

CONFOUND NOT THE SPACEMARKS!

[osiris]

"And I Quote"



"Gave the vampires back to God that day."

-Cold, Sick of Man



I.

Regarding the existance of Solar Phallic Force

And the Void left from its divorce, there

is no causeless cause, no outside force.



"Make it up as we go along."

Tori Amos, Gold Dust



II.

So many illegitimate children,

But how could I have known

Of these monstrous births of Psyche

Beneath the flesh and Bone

Of the Universal Torment of

Hearts impaled and veils rent,

Of the exposure of a Void,

to be filled,

A Space designated for

the beloved thrill

Of creation in submission,

to kill

the wasted time with

quivered quill.



Splatter the ink all over the page,

using our fingers instead of words

in the Dawn of this bold new age.



"Children use their fingers instead of words."

-Christian Death, Spiritual Cramp



"Some people set the world on fire.

Some people set the world on ice."

-Ministry,Brick Windows



III.

"Don't expect to be accepted for the way you are if the way you are is unacceptable," says Other.



To which One replies, "I refuse to accept that."



"Bow down to no one.

Bow down to none."

-Machine Head, Down to None

[osiris]

samadhi semi-conscious,
acting out the will
of subconscious vomit.

and yet there is no repulsion,
only

compulsion.

(on an island,
on an island)

I stand to gain a lot;

of nothing.

A beautiful empty space.

For the hell of it, why not?
Fukt you, to fuck my self.
It feels.

That's good.

I have no regrets.

(...what is this
fucking gibberish..?)

Uninhibited.

Some body
felt delicious
in my hands.

As if
their
flesh.

couldmeltthroughmypores.

A shudder and a smile.

Delight.

For you.

And only for you.

Will I go the extra mile.

[StickyPoohy]

LOL! At last!!:D

[KittenX]

Five stars! If I could, I'd give 10.
The Way and The Goal is downright inspirational, one of those ya wanna print out and remind yerself of every now and again.
"And I Quote" "Gave the vampires back to God that day."
-Cold, Sick of Man

That's one of my favorite songs by them, gets me chocked up!
And -random excretion- was a delight to read! I don't know what about it but I loved it, the seeming randomness, the carelessness. I'm tuned in tonight.

[fulmah]

-the perfect enemy- I loved this, Osiris; great wordplay, wonderful thoughts presented from an odd angle. I read it and for some reason I can hear Mr. Bungle's "Egg" in the background

"Rotting from the inside
Over-incubated by the heat of fear and love
The self's coagulated
Egg...
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la"

:)

Much great stuff throughout this thread, btw!

[osiris]

Egg! lol. I love Mr. Bungle.

thankee-sai, all.

eMBeMLaHV! :)

[osiris]

I.
The manner in which
the sunlight refracts,
and reflects about
this atmospheric chill,
reminds me that
every promise is hollow,
lest it be fulfilled.

II.
Flowing the intoxicated impulse;
How (W)hol(l)y(,) LIFE is mine.

I did not come here to escape.
There is no here or there; only
becoming.
Their prison is built not with this joy.

What they ask for, they get:
A Loathsome World.

With the excrement of their folly
I fertilize the pantomorphic
evolution of reality.

My harvest will be not; so bitter.
NOT, bitter like the fermented grape
from which wine ecstatic is culled.

Not bitter like the taste of dirt
in the mouth of the supplicant.

I aspire to nothing, becoming.

INCARNATE THIS EMPTINESS!

"I'm so enlightened by every corner of this box I chose to live in..."
-Apartment 26, Axel Off


III.
Prison or Playground?
Reincarnation is a silly word,
for any lapse between incarnations
would it self be an incarnation.

Heaven is Hell; Hell is Heaven.

When we awaken to the possibility of Self,
we realize that the Prison we had imagined
to be the work of some oppressor
is the Playground we have imagined

for our selves.

"Awaken in a weblike Hell.
How did I reach this place?
Why are they haunting me?
I cannot look at God's face."
-Slayer, Divine Intervention

[KittenX]

[The manner in which
the sunlight refracts,
and reflects about
this atmospheric chill,
reminds me that
every promise is hollow,
lest it be fulfilled.]

Wowzers...that melted me! :eek: I'll linger on this thought for awhile, damn close to comfort.

[fulmah]

I.
The manner in which
the sunlight refracts,
and reflects about
this atmospheric chill,
reminds me that
every promise is hollow,
lest it be fulfilled.

II.
Flowing the intoxicated impulse;
How (W)hol(l)y(,) LIFE is mine.

I did not come here to escape.
There is no here or there; only
becoming.
Their prison is built not with this joy.

That's one impressive opening, Osiris! This is as near a perfected piece as one can ask for... terrifically terrific! Sorry for the lack of words, but yeah, this one got me thinkin; so thx! :)

[osiris]

26 years to this day, a Man was born, but a babe from the womb of his Mother. He grew to possess a startling intellect, and great physical prowess. He is a Man of unsurpassed benevolence. He is extremely... ahem... well-endowed. To this Man I say Happy Birthday.

I wonder is he'd say the same to me?

"One can only stay desolate for so long until one starts to change into something the mirror doesn't recognize."
-Atreyu, The Crimson

The Pelican
Evolving, as usual.

Didn't think
it would be
this difficult.

Knew it
would be
this simple.

Clutching my stomach
whilst vomiting forth
these eloquent blasphemies
into the mouth
of collective mind.

To The Critics
The Attacking Mind recieves nothing!
Still the Attacking Mind!

Recieve unto Burning Heart
With Ardor incommensurable!

Then Transmit! Transmit! Transmit!

To be the process -----
and Not, its result.
To be the Organ of Life ---
and not the mere excrement

of death.

I could fashion upon a plate of china
Piles of Dogshit in a palatable shape
And you would devour it with a smile.

Yet if I offered you Ambrosia, the
very Draught of Ecstacy, in a styrofoam
cup, you would push it aside in disgust.

[osiris]

Sorry I didn't stick around with ya'll tonight and comment on some of your works, but it was my B-day today, and I was out with my ma. Gotta be passing on to my slumber, as I stayed up with my dear child into the twilight and am now beat. Another year earned!

eMBemLaHV! :)

[KittenX]

Dang, ya and Fulmah share bdays. :) Coolness. Hope it was a happy one. We Archers Rock. ;)

Yet if I offered you Ambrosia, the
very Draught of Ecstacy, in a styrofoam
cup, you would push it aside in disgust.
Bang bang.

[osiris]

Love is not a debt to be honored,
but a moment to be cherished.

[osiris]

The Caterpillar
Should not Become
A Butterfly
Lest it cacoon
It Self
Against the perceptions
Of the Caterpillar.

In such wise
has Nature
revealed to us
a method.

Yet look not
Over long
Upon this!

For to thee
was given
this gift:

Other
Things
To
Behold!

[osiris]

...With Which To Mold a Temple;
It's So Very Simple!

I.
I saw the Devil had a halo.
I saw the Temple was in Ruins.
I saw the Playground yet remained,
And I heard the Children laughing.

I knew then
I had finally
found what I
had sought for
so very long;
that which had
been obscured by
this Memorial
to our Sorrow.

And I was undisturbed
When the Children did not
Beckon a welcoming gesture therefrom.

For I found my Self,
already among them,

laughing.

II.
This is a Golden opportunity to Die---
Cradled in the bosom of a big blue sky.
We don't exist; but somehow we're alive.
Destruction sustains; Creation thrives.

So don't lie to me, this misery is your dis ease,
And it's tellng me that we could be more than we seem.

III.
It's All The Same To Me.

Just a bed of roses
in a pile of shit.
Too late to start over
Is too early to quit.

It's All! The Same! To Me!

Roses have thorns
and Shit stinks.

The blood in the mud
is the love of the dove.

It's! All The Same To! Me!

[osiris]

I.
The Metaphilosophimystical Emanation
Is the Spirit of the Fountain of the Living Waters.

To Transcend Love, Knowledge, Self and God,
One must be(come) all of these Things.

One Must Go! Let One Go!

Through experience of many does One exceed,
to Go Beyond even It Self, ever-whirling
In the Viscous Ether and Making Waves, Tidal,
Cataclysmic, so as to Birth the Light Combustible,
Spawning, in the Wake of Intersecting Beams, Many-and-many-uh

Universe.

II.
I am One with Infinite Space
By Virtue of my Manifestation therein.

I am the Spirit of the Fire of Unity Made Perfect.

III.
If ye would but realize
that Words are Windows
ye might see beyond them.

[flowerchild89]

:)

[osiris]

Silly Fakirs!
Thinking,
That they must,
Abdocate
Their Lives
In Order to
Exist.
Silly Fakirs!
A Sideshow
Of Interest,
NoneTheLess.
To Gouge
And Tear
The Flesh!
Silly Fakirs!

[KittenX]

-Mutherfakir- Bwahaha too good.

*applause*

[osiris]

"I Feel Nothing.
I Am Nothing.
I Feel Nothing.
Nothing."
-Fear Factory, Descent

Need I Cherish, this moment?

Has it already passed?

What will I do,
Now that it is gone?

I Will pour my Self another.

Thank You Very Much.

(enter Unequivicos)

Unequivicos: What the hell are you doing?!?

Just having a drink,
With my Holy Guardian Angel.

(Time passes...)

Fuck, I Need Glasses!

I swear eye can feel my I
squeaking in the socket,
as I try to wrench it free.

I CAN SEE! I CAN SEE!

that my vision is blurry.

What Divine Ecstacy
Hath Wrought This Upon Me?

Splendour shows No Remorse;
Nor does a Lightning Bolt.

Therefore
Doth the Path of Least Resistance
get Hit the Hardest.

Death fertilizes the fields of BABALON.

Eye am unencumbered by Sorrow.

Blazing,

[osiris]

I Love Thee, Divine Ecstacy!

The Blessings! The Blessings! The Blessings

Thou Hath Bestowed Upon Me!

Have Another! Have Another! Have Another!

BELCH

The Chef is pleased.

FUCK YEAH!

(...at which point the obnoxious reprobate stood. He stood I tell you, though he was far from steady on his feet. And then he fell. And then he stood again, and laughed at the Blood dribbling from his nose, and into his mouth, and he sang)

I AM ONE BAD MUTHERFAKIR OF A SUN OF A BITCH!

(...and then, he had the audacity, the sheer, unquenchable gaul, to ask)

Where is the Bathroom?

[osiris]

This Ornament in my room for Living
Is not to be called a Christmas Tree.
It is a monument to Merry Revelry!
For it matters not if ye follow Christ--
Buddha, Krishna, This One or That One--
And I am certain that Christ would agree.

Christ is no more God
than my finger be the Moon;
But if I moon Christ,
and give him the finger,
The Sheep fall into a swoon!

And Christ laughs,
And stomps his feet.

http://www.hipforums.com/forums/showthread.php?p=730368#post730368

[osiris]

This is the Difference,

between the Artist
and the Technician:

The Technician
uses the rules
to change
his Destiny.

The Artist
uses his Destiny
to change the rules.

[fulmah]

Christ is no more God
than my finger be the Moon;
But if I moon Christ,
and give him the finger,
The Sheep fall into a swoon!

And Christ laughs,
And stomps his feet.

http://www.hipforums.com/forums/showthread.php?p=730368#post730368

hehe... made me lol at work... a great great gift! thx for that! :)

[KittenX]

Big grins and giggles at Idle Worship.
The Artist and The Technician made me ponder about which one I am...

[osiris]

You are an Artist in full flower, dear. You simply have yet to realize the immensity of your power.

eMBeMLaHV! :)

[osiris]

"Then, when you have seen God, the hierophant will say to you: --- "Turn round!" and, in the shadow which you throw in the presence of this sun of intelligences, there will appear to you the devil, that black phantom which you see when your gaze is not fixed upon God, and when you think that your shadow fills the sky, --- for the vapours of the earth, the higher they go, seem to magnify it more and more."

-Eliphas Levi, The Key To The Mysteries



Shadows

If ye have no Shadow,

Ye stand not in the Light.



And the priest will say,

indicating thy Shadow way,

that this be the Devil,

And the Light be the God.



But in order that you may aspire

to the Glorious Light of "God",

Ye must Be the Devil, the Shadow.



For, in order to transcend

Ye must first experience.



It is the very substance, vaporous,

that whirls and eddies in Shadow,

that composes the vehicle

that bears thy sacred Will

unto its Consumation with Light.



So it is no great mystery.

Those who shun the Devil,

reject also the God.



To provide a window,

made of other words:



Exclusivity Breeds Contempt.


http://hipforums.com/forums/showthread.php?p=738670#post738670

[RainbowCat]

i am not mad, just sad. it is your choice to support this murder.
if i killed a child, roasted it up, and ate it, people would want me killed, not just because it's murder, but cannabalism.
and animal eats a human, and people want that animal killed, and all other animals of that species are then seen and labled as "dangerous"
but yet, we kill animals, and they have no way of fighting back. people have no consequnces.
so i create the consequences, or i should, anways. not reall,y i just feel that way, sometimes.
to everyone that eats meat, i do somtimes hope a fellow relative, whom you care for, is jailed up and eaten. not always, or usually, just when i hear of animal murder.
it is not fair! why are humans seen as better than animals? WHY?
animals are equal to humans, EQUAL. i know it's somthing that just happened to be written, but this is my reaction.
im sorry, i freaked out.

-rainbow