Bacon

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!

 

*chuckles*

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

Thanks for that!

 

*smacks lips* yummy!

eMBeMLaHV!

 

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."​

 

Or Zero tha hero?


...nice work, O!


S

 

"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!

 

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

S

 

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

eMBeMLaHV!

 

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

 

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

eMBeMLaHV!

 

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

 

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!

 

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?
​

 

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!

 

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!​

 

"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
​

 

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.

 

LOL! At last!!

 

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.

 

-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!