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Charming, though beyond the understanding of the vulgar…

Outside the box… formally

I like them

You know their more

First you guess !

There where questions or…

Maybe you answer less

Think, know ! it says

That you give them,

Even wanting with what !

Not yours that you…

Do permission ! God thinks…

People with next nobody

That where something

Not yours… do others !

Most was than that,

That we should,

Want permission, should know…

Should we be able to, God ?




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“Interwetting each other”…

We two boys together clinging,

One the other never leaving,

Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making,

Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching,

Arm’d and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving.

No law less than ourselves owning, sailing, soldiering, thieving,


Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, on

the turf or the sea-beach dancing,

Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feebleness chasing,

Fulfilling our foray.


quartz crystal

« Plus est en vous »

Masturbating Meinungsführers

Creators of the wonderful

Hither and thither

For the ignorant masses

Multiplicating knowledge infinite

Where hides the music

In your catechetic pornography, proud and vain ?

None there seems to be, not even silent, that I can hear

All you erudite hammers hammering

In the unquiet void…

Eclipsed by truth

To be followed,

Where are your questions ?

 What do you stimulate,

Organic highbrows

Of one hegemony the other fighting

As ever childishly

Encaged, enchained by vulgar chimaeras ?

Exhibitionists of an ego that is all about ideas,

Is this the meaning of it all ?

Is this it ?

Is this at all ?

Our being


Of the terrible doubt of appearances,

Of the uncertainty after all, that we may be deluded,

That may-be reliance and hope are but speculations after all,

That may-be identity beyond the grave is a beautiful fable only,

May-be the things I perceive, the animals, plants, men, hills,

shining and flowing waters,

The skies of day and night, colors, densities, forms, may-be these

are (as doubtless they are) only apparitions, and the real

something has yet to be known,

(How often they dart out of themselves as if to confound me and mock me!

How often I think neither I know, nor any man knows, aught of them,)

May-be seeming to me what they are (as doubtless they indeed but seem)

as from my present point of view, and might prove (as of course they

would) nought of what they appear, or nought anyhow, from entirely

changed points of view;

To me these and the like of these are curiously answer’d by my

lovers, my dear friends,

When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding me

by the hand,

When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and reason

hold not, surround us and pervade us,

Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom, I am silent, I

require nothing further,

I cannot answer the question of appearances or that of identity

beyond the grave,

But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied,

He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.


crystal ball

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Forest Lily

In the sentence “they killed us both”, “they” stands for…


1/ Opus Dei and the ancestors of Aleister Crowley’s Strange Angel Circus

2/ The fat Chinaman and gravity

3/ The Council of Elders of the ancient civilization that created the hologram

4/ The Jarring Evolutionary Villains, a.k.a. J E V Vs (Doubling the ‘v’ was a private joke…)

5/ God, from a non-gendered perspective that requires the plural form

6/ Evil pigeons


SARS-CoV-2 is…


1/ A way to reconnect with nature

2/ A symmetrical answer to the tragic events of the second decade of the 20th century (Franz Ferdinand followed by the Spanish flu) : world war ahead…

3/ Your momma, bitch !

4/ “Fuck y’all” in bat language

5/ A particularly abstruse acronym devised by the elites to bring the economy to a standstill and get government “money for nothing and cash for free


“Injecting disinfectants” is a way of…


1/ Irritating the PC-“left” as portrayed in “The Hunt

2/ Violating Biden’s Doctor/Patient-privilege in front of the cameras, with Homeland Security in the background

3/ Holding up one’s end of the bargain, as negotiated by Don Jr. (“You wire $ 500,000 to our secret Delaware account, my father says the thing and then you jump in contradicting him in a free publicity stunt… Deal ?”)

4/ Sending a Special Ops team standing by on the Venezuelan border an encrypted message pertaining to Maduro’s cocaine production

5/ Paraphrasing the act of love when boosted by Blue Boy

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“Search and destroy, soldier !”

Robert Tippet hated government. He didn’t hate any specific government; he hated the notion : however less and less, government impeded the Strong in their natural right to do whatever they like. But he also knew it was a very valuable tool to get things done. He knew Bill and Paul and Dick long before they joined the Democrats, infecting them a little more in the process; he was a true patriot. And he couldn’t stand what the country had become : “I hate this place, this zoo, this prison, this reality – whatever you want to call it. I can’t stand it any longer. It’s the smell, if there is such a thing : I feel saturated by it”, he often told his wife before going to sleep. She ended up taking it personally and ultimately they divorced, but that’s beside the point.

He also had an intricate relation with some of the most prominent corporate moguls in the country, and even some foreign ones. Together, they formed a network of which he was an enabler of sorts. A secret society at the margin of a not so secret society within society. Crème de la crème, in a way. Were it not that their cream had turned sour : they all despised John Lennon and what he stood for. And when he died at the age of 78 or something, they even threw a party : one less hippie to worry about…

To them, the goal was to make America great again. And there was nothing they shied away from to try and reach it. The Vermont power grid hack ? Their doing ! The attempted assassination of Greta Thunberg in the middle of the Atlantic ocean ? It was them ! The poisoned cheeseburger that provoked one of the worst presidential diarrheas in U.S. history ? You guessed it ! Pelosi and Schumer ? Them again ! There was literally nothing they didn’t feel they could accomplish…

Robert Tippet had hoped it would, as always, stop at the other side of the smokescreen and at the lower end of the food chain, but he realized that, this time, as far as the latter was concerned, that was exactly where he had landed. He knew they would soon be coming for him. As for Jupiter and the others, they had reverted to their gaseous forms. Some irony… The hawk was about to become the sacrificial lamb. And for what ? He was only a believer

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RIP Ram Alpert !

Ram Dass (December 22, 2019 – April 6, 1931)

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la plénitude

l’ éther

un guide

un chemin

le mystère


la vie

le droit

C’est faire abus de l’esprit de justice que de travestir le droit par capitalisation de sa méconnaissance par l’autre.

C’est faire abus de l’éthique de l’homme que de l’enchaîner au droit.


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Lands of the free to do as they’re told…

Treadstone s01e06


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Portrait littéraire…

« Viens, garce, lui dit-il, c’est à la source même que je veux puiser. Et penchant sa tête entre les jambes de cette vieille sorcière, il avala goulûment les flots impurs de l’urine empoisonnée qu’elle lui darda dans l’estomac. »


« Alors je sentis sa bouche se coller hermétiquement au trou de mes fesses, et sa langue essayer de pénétrer dans l’orifice. Je saisis l’instant avec adresse, ainsi que cela m’était recommandé, et lui fais glisser sur sa langue le vent le mieux nourri et le plus moelleux. Le procédé ne lui déplaît nullement, mais il ne s’en émeut pas davantage; enfin, au bout d’une demi-douzaine, il se lève, me conduit dans la ruelle de son lit, et m’y fait voir un seau de faïence dans lequel trempaient quatre poignées de verges; au-dessus du seau pendaient plusieurs martinets attachés à des clous à crochets dorés. « Armez-vous, me dit le paillard, de l’une et l’autre de ces armes; voilà mon cul : il est, comme vous le voyez sec, maigre et très endurci; touchez. » Et comme je venais d’obéir : « Vous le voyez, continuait-il, c’est un vieux cuir endurci aux coups et qui ne s’échauffe plus qu’aux excès les plus incroyables. Je vais me tenir dans cette attitude, dit-il, en s’étendant sur les pieds de son lit, couché sur le ventre et les jambes à terre; servez-vous tour à tour de ces deux instruments, tantôt les verges et tantôt le martinet. Ça sera long, mais vous aurez une marque sûre de l’approche du dénouement: dès que vous verrez qu’il arrivera à ce cul quelque chose d’extraordinaire, tenez-vous prête à imiter ce que vous lui verrez faire; nous changerons de place, je m’agenouillerai devant vos belles fesses, vous ferez ce que vous m’aurez vu faire, et je déchargerai. »

« Psychopathe » !

« Il fait chier un homme dans sa bouche, et le mange, pendant qu’un petit garçon le branle, puis l’homme le branle et il fait chier le petit garçon. »

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Enfantillages et perversion narcissique…


Na na na [boum boum], tralalè-re,

Tu m’as eu la dernière fois

J’pouvais pas en rester là

Na na na [boum boum], tralalè-re,

Que ne prends-tu pitié de moi,

Vil malfrat ?


Un-e place pour chaque chose et chaque chose à sa place

Dis-moi, chose, s’il-te-plaît, quelle est la tien-ne

Es-tu sûr qu’tu ne l’usurpes

Avec ton petit caca

Qu’un caniche n’renierait pas

Oui, dis-le moi !


J’t’ai montré d’quoi j’étais fait

D’quelle tradition j’m’inspirais

Que veux-tu de plus de moi,

Vil malfrat ?

Toi qui fumes du cannabis,

J’t’ai donné tout-e ma pisse

J’t’ai montré mes sentiments

Moi, l’gentleman


Petite bouse à col blanc,

P’tit enfant sans foi ni loi

D’où t’vient donc cette assurance que tu exhib-es ?

C’est grossier, tu le sais bien

Tu le sais, vieil-le catin

Tu abuses, petit bourgeois

Halte-là !

Si vraiment tu ne crains rien,

Regarde donc au fond de toi

Tu l’verras, c’est toi, le malin

L’malfrat, c’est toi !


Comment oses-tu, vil gredin ?

G’nou à terre quand tu m’implores !

Cette vieille catin, honoreras

Cet inconsistant folklore

Dont je suis-e, inch’Allah,

L’piteux gardien !


Ça, je te le fais pas dire

Et je ne puis qu’y souscrire,

Ô esthète, ô malandrin, reflet antédiluvien,

Symbole d’immaturité, pot-pourri de préjugés,

Flamme éteinte d’un autre âge

Dénudant sur son passage,

Raison restreinte, anémiée

Âme brumeus-e de curé,

A défaut de te condamner,

Te damner sera ma cause !

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Thought the season had ended… But there were some bonus episodes in store, it seems.

It was a cosmopolitan group of what I would describe as US eminence” : academics, UN Boltonites, Navy guys, etc. And I’m just saying that in case you’d have the silly idea of subpoenaing me before Congress. Mine are the skeletons, if you get my drift… You’ve all got your hands full with that impeachment thing of yours. You don’t need my willy in the middle, do you ?

I repeat : “if you’re a man, it is a positive act to have sex with somebody”. And I did not have sexual relations with that girl “whatever” : no johnson in the vajayjay and no cherry popping either…

Anyway, “when the allegations came out originally, I went : “well, that’s a bit strange, I can’t remember this”.

But back to business :  “I do things in collaboration with people. So, I want people to work together to come to, as it were, a solution to a bigger problem. […] It’s designed for 7- to 14-year-olds in the United Kingdom”. Let’s clean up our photo albums together, shall we… I’m sure Jimmy would agree. I’ve got BoJo’s seal of approval on this, provided I manoeuvre underground. So, I’m going to resign soon. Bibi came by lately, and I’m sure others will. It’s deal time, fellows… And as the French say : nee view, nee conyu…

Clear for everyone ?

As far as I’m concerned, “I can absolutely categorically tell you” I don’t recall it didn’t happen.

But whatsoever that may be, “I’ve got to have a thick skin”. Fuck me, I’m getting subliminal now, sorry… I mean, I do remember her saying that to me at some point. Want me to rub it in your face, biatch ?

In a way, I miss him, you know. If I had his address, I’d pay him a visit asap. And I’d say to him : help me recall, buddy, do this for this gentleman. But “to this day, I[‘ve] never had any contact with him from that day forward.

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