"Writer's Block" Is Rarely A Problem. It's "writer's Flow" That Keeps Getting In My Way.

No more piles of liturgical gobbledy gook, "sacred" texts, ascensions, pentacosts(positive in-breathings ARE the "holy" spirit), mantra yantras, ompaymemore, word clusterfucks: it's real simple, no clubs to join...

An Ode to the Spirit of Wildness

Fearsome most tiniest beetle thingie...

Still Life of a Butter Knife just Laying There

Nik Turner, sometimes with Hawkwind

xitintoday, 1978

Many, many years ago, I would offer to take people into ancient Egypt, & LSD & this album always replaced "reality" with an immersion into this "place & time", trippy in a sincerely magical way. A genuine hint of "authenticity".

Still Life of a used-toilet paper roll that's

making believe it's a ruptured condom.

(From death "comes" new life, & stuff...)

Skinny Puppy, Ogre

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