Human Boy USA

As Bobby Digital.

If You’re Feeling Sinister: "holy bullshit!" has meticulously calculated/fabricated an observable interdependence between: The Verbal Non-Experiential: Milton Model & The Nonverbal Experiential: Meta Model, the flux of which inevitably accounts for Queef Monster Attacks!? Pop Your Collar!

Huge battle raging; Apex of Sensation;senseless murder/BOOM! Alchemists attempt the transubstantiation into:"Bad Ass Mother Fuckers" Planted firmly within the cradle of Reverberated Relations rippling from an omnipresent clear light flicker flame. All player haters get swiss cheesed up!

I’m at a bar last night and see this plucky young blonde w/ an actual otherworldly somesuch: The ancient origami of our Genetic Memory within a fun house of mirrors with only its own impetus to follow-follow-follow until the fluid insta-creative substrate of our experiential being Opens Crossed Body/Mind Matrices (feeling how you think/thinking how you feel) Any money on the ground is a bet!

The Spirit in the Sky blasts Open and everybody Chills! Neutral Safety Switch, Burn a dutch & RELAX! The potential immediacy of experiential perfection; when brought to adequately conscious scrutiny melds a marked slanting of the Mind/Breath UNITY based exclusively on a fantasy world of my fabrication; Lungs Flap Angel Wings! And there’s a very real applicable energy in that orientation; what one might call: Moxy. "and perfect love shall bring peace forevermore"

Tim Finnegan Jumps Off a ladder drunk; utters the Magick Word “Rosebud” (For Lost Xanadu!) and is revived @ his wake having Brew tossed over his head. That which killed you also resurrected you. “HOLY CANOLIES MY BOOKS ARE READING ME!!!!!” You can be sure I then regarded the story of our ages with an eye of suspicion; As for this convoluted Bio-Memetic cauldron of origination (within the belly of Yog Sothoth; why not!?) In order to perpetuate open/flexibility of “mind” I absorb isomorphic catalysts; such as:

A Ravishing Relic of “Hungry Ghost” in the Blue Egg (cradle rocked) imprinting the PLOT of DNA. Told The Good, The Bad and then...THEN! The Transformation. Fuck the Bullshit it’s clobberin’ time! "Instead of Prison Walls Bloom Flowery Fields" and tears BURST out my wig! The Redemption of Mankind occurs simultaneously w/ the comprehension of the primordial creative act; and the walls dissolve within a Non-Local Dimension; no differentiation between the comprehension of the act and the manifestation of the act could rightfully exist.

Meaning: As nothingness bubbles…The entirety of space-time would reconstruct from Marion Davies’ Vagina! At which point I lept out of my Infinite Head Matrix into the Forever Incredible! Like Pretty Toney Suggesting a 3 taco lunch for the monkey w/ semen stained pants. A New Born Babe taught meditation as preparing a clockspring Cup cooking w/ gas. Boy that really zapped me! Tension of topic pulling me increasingly into momentary behavioral statistics with personal opinion seamlessly superimposed atop the surface mystery. Pleasure feels Totally Awesome!

Build me up Buttercup with an Orange Soda and Inclusively Playful Telekinesis “stepping through this motherfucker just ah swinging my hair!”(Blunt)Conventional Samvrti & (Subtle)Ultimate Paramartha Smelting my Parsel-Tongue in River absent of concept:

The Structure Cannot Recognize the Actuality of Incomprehension.

After writing out my starry eyed incantation, I studied it with a sly satisfaction. The Phrase has no Meaning and practically says so itself, and as such since the Meaningless Phrase demonstrates its own insignificance; perhaps it means something after all??? but it doesn’t! It’s a Fake formulation of knowledge, yet it seems to gravitate ever closer to the illusion of legitimacy w/ each exclamation of its incoherence! (Elsewhere: Orson Welles kicks some fool in they assbone!)

{A Haphazard Cut Up: Mix/Mush of my text from the 8 Dimensions of "Mind" class}
Next: Quantum Psychology!

And Over @ Buddhafart
Brooklyn Cherry POP!
My first Wet Noodle.

Knights Usura Uncovered

"The first bodies of the Knights Templar, the mysterious religious order at the heart of The Da Vinci Code, have been found by archaeologists near the River Jordan in northern Israel.
- http://dailytelegraph.news.com.au/story/

The Latin Kingdom of Jerusalem was invaded by Saladin "the Great" in 1187, and Jerusalem itself was captured following a series of bloody battles. Within five years, Saint John of Acre, the last fortified Christian town in Palestine, had fallen to the forces of Islam." - http://www.orderofmalta.org.uk/history.htm

"The Templars were an unusual order in that they were both monks, and yet also soldiers, making them in effect some of the earliest "warrior monks" in the Western world. Members of the Order played a key part in many battles of the Crusades, and the Order's infrastructure innovated many financial techniques that could be considered the foundation of modern banking." - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knights_Templar

"Usura rusteth the chisel
It rusteth the craft and the craftsman
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Usura slayeth the child in the womb
It stayeth the young man's courting
It hath brought palsey to bed, lyeth
between the young bride and her bridegroom
CONTRA NATURAM. - Canto 45, Ezra Pound

" Crowley wrote another influential book on Tarot and became Outer Head of the Ordo Templi Orientis, a secret society almost as inexplicable (to outsiders) as the Priory of Sion. Curiously, both the Priory and the O.T.O. are linked, by various commentators, with the Knights Templar, the medieval secret society which is also claimed to be the origin of Freemasonry by many Masonic historians. - http://www.rawilsonfans.com/articles/priory.htm

"Business stagnation, unemployment, suspensions of payment and a thousand other causes brought everyone except those with a brilliant financial position at some time or other into straits for money. And those who were not blessed with a thick skin, those who shrank from exposing themselves on such occasions to a possible rebuff, came to me, the usurer; so I made my haul." - http://www.ces.org.za/docs/Gesell/en/neo/part4/5e.htm





"The traditional definition of usury is the lending of money at exorbitant interest rates. It is this practice which Deuteronomy 23:19-20 forbade in the following terms:

Thou shalt not lend upon usury to thy brother; usury of money, usury of victuals, usury of any thing that is lent upon usury:
Unto a stranger thou mayest lend upon usury; but unto thy brother thou shalt not lend upon usury: that the Lord thy God may bless thee in all that thou settest thine hand to in the land whither thou goest to possess it. - http://www.english.uiuc.edu/Maps/poets/m_r/pound/canto45.htm

http://www.smom.org/

"The Evil is Usury, neschek
the serpent. . . .
The canker corrupting all things, Fafnir the worm,
Syphilis of the State, of all kingdoms,
Wart of the commonweal,
Wenn-maker, corrupter of all things.
Darkness the defiler,
Twin evil of envy,
Snake of the seven heads, Hydra, entering all things.... - http://www.english.uiuc.edu/Maps/poets/m_r/pound/canto45.htm


http://www.deepleafproductions.com/wilsonlibrary/texts/raw-cantos.html

The Biggest Organ

Metaphors;
Confronting me with open doors,
Exposed for my pleasure,
Exploited by my experience,
And in cahoots with time,
As both make gains,
Evermore.

Like white sand slowly slipping,
‘Tween my fingertips,
Silky in gestation,
Transcendent in gesture,
And finite in guise,
Led to follow moments dissolved,
(Which are still accrued)
So that they may be,
Swept up in the stream,
Carried down and away,
Like time as it escapes,
through my pores,
All of which breathe freshly now,
And Eternity speaks to me,
Through my skin;
Evermore.

13 names for God?
Call one of them on your cellphone?
think yourself into a tight cramped corner of success?
in one-hundred-and-fifty layers?

are you chilled,
do you hunger,
can you dance?

screw it, I say...
get rich slowly...
and see...

what prisons are these
and skies to fly
in time to breathe?

too bad...

Lucifer

Wu Shan, spring night
Lightening bugzkitting
Between curtains
Into my room
Flutter into my underwear
Into my draws
Warm to the eyes



They settle on the walls
Room aglow with falling stars
They circle round my laptop
Clusters cling to the old dead alarm clock
They enter flowers on my windowsill
Making each a mini lightening lamp



I stand, a young brown haired mon
By the broad Yang Tze
And watch you, little lightening bugs
And wonder if, when next year comes
I'll be here to greet Lucifer once more.


[ a remix of Du Fu 712-770 AD. Born in China, raised Confucian]