Sunday, October 11, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Aesop Rock - Zodiaccupuncture
NASA, my horoscope is illing right now.
March. The more the merrier. Get a couple of whores to carry you to the burial. F-R-E-S-H. Fresh to death and keep it def to the left. Well it was Capricorn, Virgo, Aquarius, Cancer, Leo, Sagittarius, Pisces, Libra, Scorpio, Aries, Gemini, Taurus, Let 'em die for it.
Delicate freak show alert the frame. Bash all flags where the mag spin park. Corroded by the volts that jolt the cold vein. Boogie down kits to slip past the guard. Def with a mascotte of radical mass. Megaphone fuzz and a woofer on fritz. We are not trained to divert the crash. But march face first with a prayer for the blitz. Stand up for the cinema fire, simian ire, cold shmmy for the cinnamon sky; intimate eyes loop all known alleys. Scoop the bounty like daddy hires Bazooka to murder Ralphie. I curdle with burnt milk, pariah sigh, honor piranha money. Count it with the knuckle that hustle bread out a copper's tummy. One of these rebels could level the marked city but the N.Y. über alles governor's picky. I'll be the jenky Jesus for the species you bleed with. Ultra. Soldier poach the folklore. Jump guns through the 9th gate. Jump guns like a noon 6 burner lit up on the 9th pace. Even set among a portion conformed to the blind stage, never lured by the formal watching imported wines age. We bow to the gusto mustered by the mecha-bot. Plowed by the public, ushered out the letterbox. Wowed by the subject punctured by the helicop. Boy meets vermin: the widescreen version.
Headaches, nausea, vomiting, facial paralysis. These area a few of my favorite venomous side effects. Mamba, Water Moc, Pit Viper, Diamond Back, Anaconda, Boom Slang, Cobra, bite 'em back. Spinal tap crabs to the clapper. Aesop Rock is the Cadillac of natural disaster. Push that button. Everybody gotta push something. That's why the envelope is where it wasn't. I work with the builders, widdle my gorilla military and fizzle 'em through the vigilante filters. Who lamps left of the toggle? How'd they fit that ninja in a bottle? A hundred million motherfuckers with they hands out vs. a walking zipper bomb trying to keep the man down.
Get up. Get down. Sit up. Sit down. It's either fancy footwork or get bit by the hounds. Face up. Face down. Laced up. Laced down. It's either fist to the sky or get bit by the crowd. Well it was Capricorn, Virgo, Aquarius, Cancer, Leo, Sagittarius, Pisces, Libra, Scorpio, Aries, Gemini, Taurus, Let 'em die for it.
I was chewing my tongue out of my mouth one day when the blood in my beard hit the dirt by the blazers. Would have said 'curb it' like any nervous habit 'til maverick told me the coyote pack could smell the wound for acres, and labor to cater fang to fisherman gut fritters, oblivious to the glimmer of innocent duck feathers. Fuck it. Want a carnivore war bet? I'll be at the Bronx Zoo with a lock pick kit. On the eject for cockpit bench, helicop clip Nazi cops on kamikaze belly flop shit. Roger. Hop-fence-kill-a-crop monster. We are the tired and poor, we come for your water. Boom. That's when the church corrupt. When the mayor knuckle dust city worker bugs. When the stars finger babies like I flirt with sluts. You'll see the fire engine red fox ears perk up. Metal kettle unsettling treble howl, settler trembling, measuring mellow on the levitate off the mezzanine. Never seen a ton of bricks dressing clean/dapper 'til it's pin stripe and skull chunk 40 stories after. And U.S.A. on a Ketamine disaster. Cane for stress. Crack if the former left you unimpressed. Now pardon me if part of me heart of an oddball, but damn. Kumba-fucking-ya dog. Terminally alienated and bent awkward by the bought, prepped package of the slickest spin-doctors. Raised where the paranoid hide tools proper, like suspicious cargo in a high school locker. And it looks like war, quacks like war, so it's Occam's Razor and I'm Swayze out the door! A hundred million motherfuckers hold me back. Now hand cannons won't ask 'bout your zodiac, boy.
Get up. Get down. Sit up. Sit down. It's either fancy footwork or get bit by the hounds. Face up. Face down. Laced up. Laced down. It's either fist to the sky or get bit by the crowd. Well it was Capricorn, Virgo, Aquarius, Cancer, Leo, Sagittarius, Pisces, Libra, Scorpio, Aries, Gemini, Taurus, Let 'em die for it.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
William Henry interview - Lost Symbols
Investigative mythologist and author William Henry talked about the significance of the art and symbols in the U.S. Capitol. The Capitol was thought of as a recreation of Solomon's Temple by its builders, Freemasons, who conceived of the building as a "beehive" buzzing with energy, he said. Higher wisdom flows through the Capitol's spiritual imagery, particularly in the painting, The Apotheosis of Washington (see images below), which is featured in the dome of the Rotunda, he shared, adding that the dome of the Capitol is a mirror image of the one in the Vatican. The painting depicts the first President as a deified being along with five pagan gods who are symbols for alchemy. He noted that a scene in Dan Brown's new bestseller, The Lost Symbol, features a character staring up into the Capitol dome and seeing the painting transform into a gateway. This imagery shares similarities to Henry's work into stargates or portals, which he believes humans can ascend to higher consciousness. The bell-shaped Capitol Dome could be thought of as a kind of stupa that creates a vortex or field of energy, he continued. Interestingly, Henry detailed that the Capitol contains a "crypt", one story beneath the Rotunda. It has 40 columns and was modeled after the ancient Temple of Poseidon-- this was a way for the United States to pay homage to Atlantis, he commented.
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