[7planetkindness]

sonic youth revives us, it all starts to work like stonehenge
the flaming lip songs about our mushroom bowl
breaking down stereotypical defenses
taking hits walking along, the fairies in the unfocused light
watch on, like a scottish song and
we like to envision ourselves as tiny arcane lights hovering around our friends
aura of a jew spirit of a pagan, like a golden leaf in autumn
wards from s--tan,
the hedgehog shamans gathered in their song
holy hedgehog people, porcupine of peace
bridger between worlds, healing by means of their boundlessness
between israel and palestine, softening quills meandering this rainbow sutra
she wakes in the morning, on the forest floor
purple sunshine, ireland speaks to us
let the girl be free, shes got as many bodies as a rainbow
smiles at you like a cat, reborn as a cailliaech
walk through any temple, they are the same, wilden the scottish hedges
fractal chaos, the compassionate hip, world of adventure
surfing with eyes shut, these songs are spells,
bag of magic oats, all water like whisky the whiskey of life
the tribes dont want you drinking
bad brain, good heart, the hippie spirit wakes up and destroys the
archetype of itself
fuck these expensive raves, headphones are our halos, spores falling from
tattered jackets, every day i make a mandala,
dont make me too impersonal, i love to talk to you
but will i be drawn away from people?

we finally talk along the roadway, eventually youll steal me away forever
away from this world and we'll be back
you're a bit in everyone,this isn't growing up, its living tao

white rice, zazen little flowers look like mushrooms
we're around, we're mostly witches,
they rave inside of electrons but our sabbaths are in the elements
its the thunder which combines them, and so many worlds swirl together

so many fractal worlds, all these houses are mushrooms, shamanic trees
the chesapeake bay, acting racist to defend itself from oil spillers
but you forget what real rainbows are like

karmaless, organic, connected by the green, coral reefs deep within
no ER, reaching out, no conspiracy, just animism,
communing in nature consciousness, materia in everything
we recycle our trash and even broken glass
resin makes hash, everyone relax...

amsterdam is at our door, orange with a prismatic core
fairies of wisdom and folk lore
mother nature is a sacred whore

different shapes, different spirits in a circle, passing around enlightenment
an it harm none, in the angel city
of the forest, seeds make their way marry

hippie Earth, hippie Sky, hippie Moon, and hippie Rain
bowing to all the colors in the I, one at a time, can't explain
the beauty in the difference, we are mushrooms
we are in that glowing black mist, of washed out beached out love in
primordial bliss,

how do they know, all are fairies, in parrallel dimensions
but then they become bodhisattvas

only looks like a child, but much older, mushrooms of immortality
cures, hard to believe, one at a time, then slowly they will blend
coming to the beginning which is the end, japan, raving that heals the earth
raving the recycles the trash, not the rebirth,
these buddhas dance all around
ward from s--tan

the dog is the buddha, is the chesapeake bay, and i am the dog
the mystic dog, zen training, the meditation that turns little pebbles
into seeds
paths spring up in grass
hoppers,
deluth, left that psychedelic fractal realm, the pentagrams
the magic, everyone starts beaming love, the pleiades in the sky
take off your leashes, take off your hipness, end the hypocrisy

keiji haino and sun worshippers forest with no directions, hallucination town
salvia city, i am the wolf hero now, HU! with divine love
they arent even scared anymore, and the deer know peace
the officials have digressed, universal law has no ego, simply is
Erin doesnt call it tao, calls it Ness
seeing between angels, roundness of the blessed

the good kind of anarchy, the kind thats caused the world to really happen
silent plants and birdsongs going so far, somehow magically averting
ever decreasing
though shiva is there shakti is with him, theres a different neutrality
in the tye die, berry dye, raspberries, i meet a priestess by the side
of the road
drunk in the torrential outpouring of the divine...

fuck all this drinking, lets gather round the herb, rastafari druid
fuck a monarchy, no gurus, selasie is just sulos solas, it became so physical
like a reishi, pagan reiki, but dont judge it just for that...

we dont judge
we just buzz
like fireflies
acorns in the mud

used to not have a name, now we call it wanti isnt it the same
place in a dream, before just science magical place whole with peace
and no real violence

healing rivers, tree labyrinth
universal planet, spirit truth


indonesia, a dog named Dana ganges
dreaming about naturally forming rainbows, in the flowers
flying, this world is a jungle...
beings inside the weaving of it are speaking
i am between the weaving and the living
but i'll never follow the tracks
like the train, i am like avalanche
with the seeds of revolution in so many places
this tribe, which isn't the one that seems to be at first
but further down on the spiral, just a gathering of coincidence
and then it passes on
my heart speaks gaelic randomly, its woven in, from the beginning,
messages i usually dont understand til later
maybe its my true ancestors, its the druids in my spirit
you are like a jungle too, now we've all gathered as much as we can
now our family is together, the rainbow family, a hippie family
it aint no brotherhood its like a fractal randomness, that just
appears sometimes
here and there, wherever folks really commune, but its not communism
its relaxed, its peace, its just life... it wasnt really in the 60s
it was always right now, but we rooted it in the 60s, it was just a code
the crazy lady we live with yelling to dogs
the crazy zen wisdom of the world
is it just from the essence of every color at harmony?
the colors are the gods, their harmony is art
art = love
love = hippies
this has no karma
i am a black celt, a fairy and my wife is one too,
i came from a drum n bass song
i wasn't included in the status quo list of everything, i am like squant
in the dreamworld, it starts returning, but not on the map, you just
know its there
living more in dreams, like the ancients, they knew where the food
would be, they always made it
but all they had was drums and dreams, thats still all we have,
it looks like so much but its just the astral worlds, this is arcanum
spirit rights, consciousness rights on the field of life
the cyberian shaman

le gleckle le to the bay
le gleckle le

[stu666]

not sure why this post was marked as spam so I've decided to approve it... I like it!

[EVOLghost]

Is it another gast?

[SonicBebs]

Leave off i'm not reading all that

[SonicBebs]

(I did read it, and i like it)

[EVOLghost]

 

[Genteel Death]

Thurston Moore's poetry has improved a little bit, not much though.

[rocky]

!! I am not sure exactly how to respond, just hoping that you will come back and talk, or write more,
but I love this , it is very alive and
i have tried to write like that before, but it is not near this overall dynamic and includes less whim and petal. please do come back if you have time!

[floatingslowly]

"aura of a jew spirit"

No thanks, we've already got one.

 

[stu666]

he/she has made another post, I'll aprove that one too....

[stu666]

http://www.sonicyouth.com/gossip/showthread.php?t=79138

[floatingslowly]

I'm more interested in the news that you're an admin.

I blame the nefeli debacle entirely on YOU.

[EVOLghost]

Originally Posted by floatingslowly

 

I love kyary.

[EVOLghost]

Even with that face

[floatingslowly]

PONPONPON.

who else wants to punch this new user in the face???

[stu666]

Originally Posted by floatingslowly

I'm more interested in the news that you're an admin.

I blame the nefeli debacle entirely on YOU.

It's partly thanks to me that Nefeli and hypertonic are back and now I'm a moderater that should never ever happen again (I wasn't a mod at the time) .... unless I accidentally delete one of you . The auto spam delete feature on this board has been turned off but posts are still moderated for new members. I have to delete hundreds of spam threads each week that none of you lot ever see... I hardly get time to read the proper threads now because of all the spam

[floatingslowly]

Stu, let me show you how to delete the board, and all of these Flaming.Lips.fans with it.

It' easy....and fun!!!

[floatingslowly]

Innocuous post-edits bear only the fruits of facism.

And so it begins.

Good day to you,.sirs

[stu666]

Originally Posted by floatingslowly

Innocuous post-edits bear only the fruits of facism.

And so it begins.

Good day to you,.sirs

what are you talking about?

[floatingslowly]

I like sunshine, puppy dogs and good times, with my pals, the Flaming Lips!!!
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