sp3ktr:
channel surfing the book of revelations. Still dream sick I
am lead by a dark robbed figure redolent of frankincense and pine,
through a library of uncertain age. At the center of the bibliophilic
wet dream, Adidas glad B-girls unfurl a scroll like double dutch and
deep state secrets surprise like superfly, the secret future laid out M
bison style. Dual moons and black star superman will steer our
consensual reality like a 90s hiphop mixtape, a slab of superfunk splits
and we truly become one nation under a groove
sp3ktr:
the sweetest treat in the world tastes like buttermilk and
bleach, kundalini shot gun blast to the face of the god//ess, the serpent rope short circuits and strikes twice, the sea slashes across
the milky white sands leaving deep gashes filled with salty former
waves. Ride the lighting and try not to drown in the tears of the dying
dragon
sp3ktr:
stuck in an escapist fantasy where we're at the sickest
party, 808s and 909s pounding out primordial rhythms, rumps are shaking
and were slide and rise like protozoa making a new life form, so much
lust and surrender to dark passions and we suck at the madness in each
strangers eye. Laser beams and strobe lights take snap shots of the
bodies squirming and writhing against each other like a bucket of night-crawlers, each moment a picture of ecstatic lust and insanity, this
is how Rome burns
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fate:
❤️❤️
sp3ktr:
thank you @miiel
sp3ktr:
I've covered the well worn path of
luciferian nonsense about the unagi and strangers from planet Nibiru so I
won't go over that again but... the devil was once an angel and we all
have the capacity of being super sweetheart or a total asshole.
sp3ktr:
There is no accounting for taste. Who am i to judge what
gets your motor running? I will be the first to admit that my fetish for
clavicles and long necks is strange. My taste for old horror comics
would certainly get me locked up south of the mason dixon line. The most
important thing to remember is to live and let live. Unless you own a
MAGA hat. That shit is as deranged as corpse fucking. What is your weird
kink?
sp3ktr:
"chemical warfare" in the rubble of forgotten
dreams, apocalyptic dream fiends suck the forgotten desires through
rubber prewar techmology. Sweet dreams are made of these plastic fumes
and asphalt vapors, the devils beat box blasts the forbidden scripture
"there ain't no forties, and there ain't no blunts, I ain't had no ass in
five years and eight months", thanks to my model for todays drawing,
you are a rockstar❤❤❤
sp3ktr:
"Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather, Whiplash girl child in the dark Comes
in bells, your servant, don't forsake him Strike, dear mistress, and
cure his heart... " crackles out of the bakelite encased radio
surrounded by damp concrete walls, he is on his knees on the sodden
floor, mashing wet pallmall butts into his knees. The terrified grin
erupts into a masque of pure pleasure when he tastes the whip
sp3ktr:
trapped in a mindweb, stuck in redundant loops, feeling the
full force funk of the coming eclipse, i know if i just relax and keep
my intentions at the top of my mind, when the full effect of he planets
hits, it will stretch my mind wide open and let me take the new energy
all the way to the hilt. What are you going to use the eclipse to
manifest?
sp3ktr:
Underneath the facade of morality and chastity lay the
boiling coils of snake like puerility. Those who deem themselves holier
than though get caught hiding in a portapotty, peeking through the
filth, screaming through meth clenched teeth. Those of us who embrace
the bestial hungers find a path of filth, pleasure, and ecstatic
release, unwinding the tantric rope like a cobra dancing to the snake
charmers flute
sp3ktr:
this is nebulous at best, transient at its worse. Vague
nighttime memories of a floating lotus goddess, blasting the skulls of
nazarenos, eyes bleeding from the impact of the yonitastic blast. The
sound of windchimes falling from drooling and ecstatic shibari bound
nymphs echoed through the dream. I cant figure what the fuck it all
means, maybe you can