Scribing 14 - Smooth Jazz

Everybody's got what they need
Everything's gonna be ok
We're all gonna die a slim death
Every one

So let's just breathe
And take to the sky
While we have our life
Because time, is a lesson

The clanging tones,
Swinging beats
The ground beneath,
The tiles of fake terracotta
A heater to keep me warm

A washing machine
A rubbish bin
A water filter
I'm not mentioning any brands because I don't want to endorse any corporate in the writing of this text

Fear of endorsement.... back to the program

Smooth jazz.
Oh yeah,
Toilet paper to blow your nose
Damn sinus infection
Smelly smelly

Doo, doo, doo
Dah, dah, dah, da dah
No more coffee
Or you'll fly like a rocket out the window
And we don't want that

Da da da da
Bip dippa deep

People in africa, pain in africa
Pain? Why pain? Why can't there be enjoyment too?

Me and my righteous mind

Da da da da
Mind is jazz

Ding ding a ling ing

Pvc tape, yellow
Sitting on a spindle, meant for a paper towels
Rich society, we have paper towels
Why is mind so frequently dipping to comparison?

Da, da da da
doooooo, do
Bottled water
Yeah, bottled water
Why do we need that?

Don't want to drink the flouride
But bless my water with love just the same

Oh yeah, love baby
Da, da, da, da
Jamming on the guitar to jazz tracks
Socks on the feet, two pairs

Moving my body like I'm dancing in my chair
Da, da, da, da
Salt underneath the back door

Someone is superstitious... or someone believes in something
Good for them... let them
da, da, doo, da, da

Weee, bee, doo, da, ba, ba daroom, rom, bom, pom pom....

Scribing 13 - Observation

When the world is watching
The world is creating
The cameras peer into everything we do
The microphones stick their hairy heads too

Cyborg women crazy about facebook status
Go out hunting for status points daily
They will watch you with their devices
If you do something that enjoyment comprises

Surprise someone with some hair
Blue hair, red hair, pink hair, grey hair
Grow a mustache the size of the moon
Make everybody envy you have the best spoons

Learn to play fancy guitar
Sing like a goddess supreme
Do it all while feeding your pet echidna
Then wait for the cyborg women to spin ya

Every action has potential to ultimate attention
Everyone wants attention
Everyone wants attention
Open facebook, open twitter
Everyone wants attention
Everyone is a narcissist
Everyone is a movie producer, photographer, radio/tv host and cook

No one is left out of this game show
Everybody has a go
Only one can win
This is equality

Only one can get everything at the end
This is equality
Welcome to democratic existence
Status life bubbling to your soap sop

Everyone wants to know your name
Everyone wants to know why your brother squeezed your hand in the door deliberately that one time
Everyone wants to learn how to be the perfect imperfect you
Because everything you are is adorable
insatiable
delectable
highly intelligent
muscular
graceful
accepting
compassionate

On the name of the dumpster god deros
you must be Jesus

Only one can win
Welcome to the religion of the now

Scribing 12 - Becoming accustomed to what is ordinary

Power, love, war, peace
Everyone wanted to be unique
And if you couldn't you'd find a way
Conjure a demon, do the dark dirty
Get that succatour atten-she-on thouest need

The rain falls outside
Leaves covered in droplets
The sun shines outside
Tempting me with resolution

This is the end
Of flowery living
Of pretending everything is grand
Of wanting to be part of what is right for the sake of energy

Honesty, what is honesty
We all have our back up ancient belief systems
Well mine is mine
I have one too hidden deep within

Right after all the crazy nancies have stopped projecting their children with demon possession
Then we can go back to the way life was before all this cackle began
Out shines the truth
Out the arse of a donkey

Scribing 11 - Multiples of 3

The third day
The sixth day
The ninth day
The twelfth day

Every one a multiple of three
144, a multiple of three
432, a multiple of 144
440, not a multiple of three

Exploring the magic of threes in music
Numbers are reality
So play with the numbers
Play with reality

Sacred geometry, fixations on what is sacred
What is sacred?
How is it defined?
Numerical coincidences across the board

We play and we tamper with things like this
In hope of a reaction
In hope of finding a wall to climb over
In hope of finding something else
other than what we have here

Acknowledgement of the other self
Maybe a placement of someone in the world
Somewhere at somestage

Doppelgangers are frequently encountered
Another person in a different body I've met before
On a slightly different path
Yet somehow, somewhat congruent with their counterpart

If I meet my doppelganger is it a celebration, or a fight to the death?
Will it be an acknowledgement of a system of personality
Is it a known method in which we have chosen to incarnate separately from one entity
For the purpose of serving a greater unified purpose

One in every country or land mass
Some have multiples in the same country

We see we nod in acknowledgement and we go our 'separate' ways
There is no need for reunion because we are the same
There is no need to laugh or cry together because we have been through the same
Just simply a look, a hand gesture, a smile at the edge of the mouth

Then we depart.
Doppelganger 656, encountered and not engaged
Everything is in order
Report to office

This vast steel cage I inhabit interdimensionally
I share connection with all my counterparts
'I' a network that covers the earth
I and many others like me
In an effort to control

There are no rogue super consciousnesses
Because it is the prime product of the white light
One cannot commit the others to forsake the all
But one can do as one wills and depart from the mainframe plan

This is usually futile.

We are so well conditioned to believe ourselves inadequate without all our other selves
That no matter what level of master we find to lead ourselves away from our 'truth'
Like an unbreakable elastic chain we come back
We run back
Like mummy milk desire
We wish to suck from the font of super consciousness once more

Then we lose ourselves in misery and feel completely inept
And try an escape once more

Some look ahead and see an inevitable doom.

If one breaks the chain, then others may follow
It may be the cause of causing others to doubt
But generally a well indoctrinated shell-like consciousness is just that
A well indoctrinated shell-like consciousness

Just do what you are told.
Have a seat.
You will be considered chosen when you are ordered to sacrifice everything

And on the shoulders of the high priestess you will sit for a while
Somehow you forget your impenetrable fate
But it comes before you in no time,
You see the chamber of doom

This is not a path you wish to walk again

Be careful next time you're born on earth
Choose wisely your incarnation

Scribing 10 - Ritual Discrimination

If I don't respect your magic
You won't respect mine
How can I expect you to respect my magic
If I won't respect yours?

We need agreeance in order to move forward
We need organisation in concert
This may mean compromise
But we must do it

How long will we travel defiant?
Alone, all one, just being what we are?
How long will it take to get sick of what we are?
Never you say, never

But I've had enough,
I want to explore the possibilities of sharing
The exponential growth
I know politics gets in the way of such a dream
But fuck dreams, lets just try it and see

I require your energy of agreeance and focus and attention
Just as you require mine
We must come together under the same intention
We must trust each other that that is what we are always working towards

We must put under the nether the idea that we are always working for ourselves
We must relinquish the fear of being found out
Of being left out in the cold after giving all our secrets
We must try, just for trying's sake

Because things are getting desperate

Scribing 9 - Building a Bridge

The crazy narcissist has a place
Everyone has one within
We wait for our salvation
But the devil won't wait

There is no salvation
Waiting is futile
Our salvatation
Is ourselves

We rub the cream on our broken skin
Hoping for a chance to heal
When will attack stop being normal
When will we all share again

Fighting everyone for the best prize
Looking the best
To represent the best lies
Converting people to our personal beliefs

The garden is green and beautiful
The earth is shifting beneath my feet
The trucks drive by beyond the fence
As though attached to another world

I envision the noise of the passing engines
As waves on a crashing shore
The tonal droning is something that gets me
But I quickly remind myself to focus on the beauty

I've put rosemary on the heater today
I plan to burn it like incense once it is completely dry
I read in an info article that rosemary can increase memory
Not sure why I want to remember more
But apparently doing good things for the brain
Is what I want to do

I've rediscovered simple guitar playing
The beauty of long notes and gentle picking
Many different styles of music come into one
There is no law against singing more than one

A space, quiet and contemplative
I'm so grateful
How long it took in the big wide world
Before I learned properly to appreciate this with no regrets

I've found a way to heaven
It's going to take a while to get there
But the way is clear enough
It's with other people

Alone we can only do so much
And alone definitions come and go so quickly
People provide reference points
Then we can go somewhere
Then we can do something
Because we have done it together

Scribing 8 - What is potential?

We are stars
We are of the utmost importance
Some say we are farm animals
Soul juice from this farm animal can fuel an alternate reality for a millenia

Up for sale
Universe market
Everyone come and buy your fix
Soul juice.

30 souls, 30 dollars
How much more do you want?
No discounts given
Everyone will be treated equally

How many did you get this cycle?
We'll have to wait another 26000 years for the next opportunity.
Saturn only makes its way here this time of the universe's year
We can't be stingy with our pretend currency

We must be buying souls and soul juice
Have another sip and another biscuit, we're in this for the long haul
The pretty designs on the walls of the church
Mesmerise, tantalise and trancify

Stuck in a delusion
Someone else's false reality
With symbols of a real reality
Things we are addicted to

Because we are addicted to the authentic
We push to become authentic
Because the part of us that knows the truth
Knows we only have so much time to attain authenticity

Then we join the rest and pick up the soul juice
From the the universe bar, on the rings of Saturn
Every universe cycle about this time
All the old worlders come back together for a feast
Waiting the harvest of man

How many delusionals believe this harvest is their salvation
The lie has been told so well
The believers won't budge from their belief
And an individual insanity has been developed on their own self-deception

We are stars
We are golden
What is potential