9 = Zelathune Zionisk = Z(enseider)Z = Theriomorph
27 = Manny Diller = Perfect Vessel
36 = Sufi mystic mafia = Psi-hazard Warning
54 = thee device = Omega Memetics = Z(enseider)Z Astral Travel Perambulator = the Phew and Pham = epimemetic innoculants = underlying congruency of sub-species phylogeny = Church of Latter Day Satanists
81 = The advent of Subscription Elitism in response to memoid invasion
90 = Hedge Mage for Hire = Marketability's muscle amongst mogul-mongering money memes = transpersonal co-meme exchange programs
99 = removing doubt... one fingernail at a time
108 = retro-affective belief anchors = synchropathological transpersonal intelligence = The occultural impact of the Zeememe on post-industrial post-modern societies
135 = Zeemulation and the disparaging flattery of imitative perpetration
252 = the new occultural elite We hold that every man and woman is a black hole and that The infinite is the void

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I found my new yellow square crystal cult wolf women astray.

no disrespect to your name
but your reservoir of knowledge and mystical accounts of the truth
don't amount to much when you're face to face with father goose

this freestyler is a porn mystic
power to the pen.. word.. spread the meme

addressed to little cunts who perpetrate the front line
too scared to own up to their own shit in real-time

= 333 =

self-advice: when in overcomplicating your responses to every situation you accomplish little other than excusing your inability to overcomcome the complications under ordinary circumstances and basic human interaction.

= 333 =

Zazas Xaos

That which survives this Theriomorphosis
New personality pay hits raw poet flow profit sparks

We submit to the proof of prophet pupils whose UFO pogrom visuals quickly hurtle gun flower rules on drug war junk nuptials while triple input pop culture works synchronicity engines to convey this purity contrived of sin

Six hundred and sixty six save yourself sunday sirens will transgress this simon says simultaneity veil

We will exhaust this synthesis error one hundred and sixty two times

Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon Choronzon

Xaronzon animus of Choronzon

Zazas Xaos

= -333

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Sleepless... Deprived
Burning the day
Submerged beyond focus
Subconscious ballet Entangling dreams
Realities stage
Living shells of shaded decay

Indigenous cold
Dark wintered soul
Three stars fallen
Three starred in gold

Intoxicant moonlight now, sharing her love
Treasures of earth's bound from pleasures above

= 666 =

Remedy for all Self-oppression

Re-approach your fear. Take a flame to it. Burn off the high with innocence. Too troubled our minds to waste away anxious. Thankless for nothingness.

Remember, remember the man who bled not the things he had dreamt of the things he forgot Holes in his hands as well as his feet dripping divine blood to poison the sheep

= 666 =

You Need A Gun Not A Pendulum

Don't twinkle your nose or grant wishes from the lamp Before long you'll see magick for sale at the news-stand

Don't play those child's tricks or look to slay the vampyr Before long you'll see culture enslaved to the phone seer

Don't be afraid of the demons in your soul Or the witch in the woods casting twigs to atoll

..bullshit hate, bullshit hate.. bogus book burners benefice

It's imperative you break away from happenstance Not all of us are cut out for what life intends

Sire your own slaves

= 666 =

Our handicapped minds are bladed blind to the spectrums of existence without lies Formalized and normalized a piracy of fictitious rhetoric. Apocryphal lies hidden from public eyes Texts horded away in the vaults. If Hitler had his way, we'd all thrive at fault.

This needle lost in the haystack found with a grain of salt

= 666 =

post-adolescent psycho-banter

"what’s what and that’s that"

rambling blind man
beyond deaf ears
smoking guns presence
suddenly appears
tampering with evidence
faint images unclear
indicted by consequence
and the guilt we all fear

chance
does not favor
our stale sights
or trivial plights

= 666 =

Madness elevates. Surreal time disturbs these lesser thought forms vent steam like the sewer street filled human zoo smoke stack from the earth. Chthonic metallic snakes overflowing with unknowing victims. Unconditional negligence. Ignore the tide as it washes you away. Run. How tolerant are you to the pain? Can you fake it away? Through time let it heal. Bury it deep down, let it resurface as hypocrisy panic.

Fully destined to run ourselves into the ground

Existence is S.N.A.F.U. -- Don't end up F.U.B.A.R.

= 666 =

Yes, this is a fools master plan. They selling hope in the streets. Pushing faith like it's speed. Inject the sickness mainline to the peeps catchin heat. Under stress we confess to disease we detest. And, yet, no less of a mess undressed, I digress. But why we play ourselves out so deep in unrest? There's a wound somewhere, but we ain't seen it bleed. We're congested with the world and that shit wont even leak. Our guilt is what's eating us alive as we weep.

How in the motherfucking no win world do we sleep?

= 666

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To our subconscious drives we remain eternal slaves;
unwilling spectators to a severe winners-only game

like everyday we must entertain a crucial stage-play,
an acid-test masquerade melee,

an unrehearsed monologue shot in only one take,
no make-up, no wardrobe, and no precautionary tape-delay,

no mask for the face no fake flavored taste,
no additives, no preservatives and no period of grace,
no feigned dramatic waste from attention-starved flakes
who masturbate their lives away and fantasize wide awake

= 999

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