The Dining Table of the Featureless Night

Wiping your ass is something you do for yourself; washing your hands afterwards is something you do for everybody else. You can find a lot of examples of the same thing without looking too hard.

Yesterday Rep. Sensenbrenner continued the downward marching fascist arrogance of the Swine Army; all fascist armies march downward even though they appear to be marching upward. It was graphic rap-artiste M.C. Escher who first noticed this.

The Swine Army originally came into power by amplifying the base desires and appetites of the populace. Slowly the collective IQ was dumbed down in order to allow for accepting greater outrages and more unbelievable lies. Multi-pronged efforts took a more complete control of the media; Bitch Media was stripped and tied to a urinal in the men's room and repeatedly sodomized by corporate cyborgs.;orgasming constantly.

Further multi-pronged efforts addressed the nation’s schools and recreational habits and made adjustments to bring the common mind under further control. Additives were placed in food and weight-inducing hormones were injected into a variety of meats and starch products to generate an obese society.

Sociopaths like Sensenbrenner and the rest of his republican colleagues along with most of the Democrats were in the pocket of the corporations via the good offices of lobby contacts. The corporations were directed by members of half a dozen elite organizations such as Bilderberger, The Committee of 300, The Council of Foreign Relations and others. The members of these groups were controlled by selected individuals who were completely possessed by discarnate entities who served the interests of civilizations who feed upon human misery.

Over time the texts of all holy books were adjusted for interpretations that would serve the interest of those who have humanity for lunch. All entertainment was geared toward certain interactions that fed the human imagination in such a way as to alter the taste of the flesh to the preferences of the diner. Certain emotions and fears were routinely whipped up in the human psyche to further enhance the flavor of the meal.

In the process of time the most bizarre sexual rituals were encouraged to give a fragrance to the human mind that would permeate the flesh and mimic the scent of the charnel house and the abattoir. Once certain borderline experiences were made commonplace then things like coprophagia, razor-blade branding and vampirism were introduced. These processes were legitimized through music and support groups as well as movies that presented them with subliminal messages interpenetrating. At this point in time where we find ourselves, cannibalism is about be to be introduced on a wider scale as are group suicide rituals and then 'normalized'. Serial murder and kiddie sex, along with kiddie sex-torture-murder and remote underground holding tanks filled with kidnapped and runaway children are ballooning across the landscape although they are not recognized in their new forms which are far more sophisticated in application and concealment.

There has been a tremendous rise in devil worship and related esoteric bondage cults because these indirectly serve the purpose of The Feeders. The Scientologists as well as The Raelians know some things about this but 99% of their membership knows only what is necessary to keep them under control.

The Swine Army is imposing because they have most of the money and all of the guns. Individually they are a bunch of fat cowards who pee down their pants legs at the mere thought of a challenge. Whether it is the bush hand-puppet or the bloated Hindenburg-Sharon, they live in a constant state of paranoia concerning their certain downfall and dismemberment at the hands of the alien lunch crowd who prefer these fish to all the rest. When fish such as Henry Kissinger and David Rockefeller are served up a la carte stewed in their own juices, the alien royalty descend from the far corners of the inner planes to feast upon the great and delicious, dark iniquity of these men; inhaling the blood as if they were draining the ink from a squid.

It is because of the dining preferences of aliens who live on the inner planes as well as at a great distance in space, at certain hideous locations, that evil is encouraged on Earth. It is a process similar to marinating meat. Wars, famines and other disasters are 'cooked up' so that occasional large buffets might be served on holidays unknown to Earth dwellers. In actuality, all of our global conflicts are mere culinary experiments for off-planet festivals and feasts.

The general population is encouraged in all sorts of excesses and evils so that the widest choice of comestibles will be available. Other meats are cured in religion, giving it a veal or lox like texture and flavor, according to alien palates. Women are encouraged into whoredom and men into frenzies of relentless mental sexual obsessions in order to give the flesh a ‘smoked’ flavor. Of course no dish is complete without an accompaniment of starches and that accounts for all of the ‘dumber than mule-shit’ rank and file for whom American Idol; Gerry Springer, The WWF, Hockey, Paris Hilton and all the Disney alumni singers and rap artists are created.

Though the Swine Army has its Swine Army Knife, which is comprised of a table knife, fork and spoon it is The Swine Army itself who will wind up roasting on the spit.

Yes, some of us do not taste good to the aliens. Unfortunately for that segment of the population they are disregarded; interfered with, mocked, stoned, crucified, burned at the stake, thrown into prison, slandered and generally made to feel unwelcome here. This segment of the population needs to understand that it has a free pass through this land and only a fear of The Swine Army and its handlers can put them in harms way. Absent fear there is no trouble to be had. This is why fear and the unknown are blown up into such a degree of intensity. The alien diners are a vicious lot with the compassion of insects, whom they resemble. If they can’t eat you they do intend to fuck you. Keep it in mind.

Many of you who are in this small group of souls are eager to help your brethren who are bound for the table and the Blue Plate Special. Your concern and your humanity are appreciated from afar and from nearer than one can measure, however... There isn’t a damn thing you can do. It is expected that you will try. It is expected that you will suffer in the bargain and it is expected that you will fail but... that’s just the way it looks. Actually you do good, no matter what appearances may say. However, there are times during a great feeding; during a time when darkness blankets and there are only candles at the table; during a time when all of the aliens are invited to a banquet whose purpose they do not suspect when... when... it would behoove all ‘conscious’ souls to go to the Bahamas metaphorically or otherwise inasmuch as one has a Bahamas that is not The Bahamas but which may be masquerading as a location outside the feeding zone. Periodically, after a great length of time, the disincarnate and incarnate evil feeders must be collected into one place for the cosmic disposal and recycling agents to render back to basic unqualified substance.

You might well ask at this point, “If they get rendered back to basic unqualified substance then where does the new evil come from each time? Where do the new feeders come from?" That’s a good question and if you don’t know then I can’t tell you.


The Dreams of Appetite

fast asleep
coiled at the base of life
the love of self and its reflection-

the dreams of appetite...

twined one about the other
one and the same
endless longing for expression
and absorbing
to be reabsorbed and born again

like Nicodemus
the mind asks stupid questions
because
the unknown
is just that

unknown...

and the reality of things always
more simple than we can understand
here
amidst the clamoring of-

the dreams of appetite

oh...for what a length of time...
with nothing to measure itself against
except itself
and emptiness
beneath
the grand empyrean arched
and bottomless
from which falls
the fiery rain

there in the cauldron of confused
and ever changing shape
came forth whatever was wrought
by fear and delight

fantastic beasts
and languorous Venusian witch
to dance
amidst the purity and squalor of-

the dreams of appetite

where is the solid ground?
swallowing sands swell the invisible winds
and serpentine funnels race
through the carnival ruins of
the wreckage left
from the battle for survival in-

dreams of appetite

how we mourn the passing of the patterns
in the kaleidoscopes twist
what special meaning has any one-
among all the rest?

when the colors go
only the backing screen remains
that...is the sum of it....
...across the face of which
parade the wizards and fools who
pursue the mist.

a temporary focus
and uneasy sleep
somewhere...

In dreams of appetite

nowhere to stop
to stop is to forget
beyond galaxies and
beyond that...

homeward past bright angels
whose work is to refine
all circumstance and substance...

guardians of the soul
at that fearsome banquet-
the featureless night
the black table upon which are served-

the dreams of appetite

bardo upon bardo
from Paris to Tibet

elusive spirals
the upward swing into illuminated rooms
where imagination serves us best
but cannot prepare us for
the splenderous rites
performed by those abstaining from-

The dreams of appetite...

far in the unremembered past
there is a music like coursing blood
a shine without shadow
a milk of self forgetting
a rising, rushing wind of living song

it is the provocation of all longing
the unknown source of every want
to be achieved in silence
under lustrous love-hewn stars
when-
silence has
prevailed upon the world
with all it’s might


whatever world there may have been-

in dreams of appetite...

Patrick Willis narrates:
In Dreams of Appetite