"Children whose clarified senses betray them into a brilliant sorcery of beautiful pleasure reflect something feral & smutty in the nature of reality itself: natural ontological anarchists, angels of chaos--their gestures & body odors broadcast around them a jungle of presence, a forest of prescience complete with snakes, ninja weapons, turtles, futuristic shamanism, incredible mess, piss, ghosts, sunlight, jerking off, birds' nests & eggs--gleeful aggression against the groan-ups of those Lower Planes so powerless to englobe either destructive epiphanies or creation in the form of antics fragile but sharp enough to slice moonlight." - Hakim Bey
Wild Children.. where are you? Come & kidnap me.. I'll get Stockholm Syndrome and never want to leave your opium den.
I need someone with whom I can get lost in dreams. But no one's willing or able to see the will o' the wisps of dream-stuff.
Wild Children.. where are you? Come & kidnap me.. I'll get Stockholm Syndrome and never want to leave your opium den.
I need someone with whom I can get lost in dreams. But no one's willing or able to see the will o' the wisps of dream-stuff.
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utgardsloki:
Don't give up hope... you may yet have a chance to be a samurai, pirate, or buddhist monk!
sloane1:
lemons are good. Badger balm makes the best lemon balm ever. I'm hoarding lemon sorbet as we speak. Oh, lemon bars. With lemony tea. ummmm, lemons.