family c u r s e

EMOTIVELY

fibbing this into space
it’s just lingering — ya face

Divine, descend

divine… descend onto me, onto “us”
i want thy grace gratefully, devoutly
let me coalesce with The Spirit
who cares for me up…

Balances of Weak Joys, stop.

i’m swallowed by these walls
What’s hallow on “these calls…”
Brightened, Lucy knows Saturn or Saturn-Day…

There’s a frail and shallow black — so feeble and repulsive; but tha other — abounding, intoxicating, too deep to…

What is dead?

they don’t no anything
they don’t know anything
or they know it all and i’d no it all
who that know it all?

idk, who does know.

a slippery bathtub isn’t just sketchy,
sketches show thought-forms & hexes,
if you don’t know
how ya doin’ it
how ya do’s it…
you’ll poison your own bathwater.

God’z Neva-neva dead

there’s glorious sights and organic near i
what even is this plane — world?
they go after unrealities in an unreal space —…

Tha Werd of God — How’s Consciousness of Yours?

¿t w 0 ?/⁄ what’ sa c ur se but a spell and such & a pryr & magick and done ?