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jack_babalonIt seems to be one of those rotten, bitter Mondays, doesn't it? Yes it's true. The carnival has just left town and in it's wake a horribly sober gray sky spreads with no humor in it whatsoever. Yes kids the peep & freak show tents have vanished into the fairground of memory. The Ferris wheel highs, the roller coaster thrills have all collapsed back into the gravity of its individual parts- broken down, gathered up and boxed away. Nothing left now but the stub of your ticket. Nothing left but the brain drained of endorphins. Cotton candy hangover and the horrible image of the clowns naked of their make up, looking like some distant relative whose name you've akwardly forgotten.
Yet this Monday is the Spring Equinox. Persephone is released today. She's getting time off for good behavior you see. While Big Momma Nature posts her bail, her old man, King Winter ruler of the Underworld, proclaims: " Yo Perseph baby, your looking a little down there honey. Whydoncha get out a spell and stretch those pretty long legs of yours. Naw, I don't mind baby. In fact here you go kiddo, take a few bucks and getcher self somethin' pretty to wear for when you pay a visit to that Mother of yours and give her a hug for me while your at it. Yeah, yeah, go on, have a good time, I don't mind, really, but just make sure you get that sweet little ass of yours back in time for Pomegrante season- that's September in calender time doll. Things could get awfully cold if your late." Persephone kisses King Winter on the cheek, frost bite on immortal lips, she pats the three heads of Cerebus goodbye, waves bye bye to all the shades hanging round her hood and promises to be right back in a season or two.
It should be a strange week, opening with the Equinox Monday and closing with Easter Sunday. Strange currents abound. Well I'll go home soon, blow the dust off some old books, dig up a suitable ritual and try and align myself up with the roll of the sun across the wheel of the sky. Put on some Avatar drag, god form transvestite, do myself up in Whore-Us Hawk make up, circle the expanse of the Goddess Knew-It, shake my ass, pout and blow blood soaked kisses until i've reached the Had-It point, a ricochette circumference whose center is everywhere and perimeter nowhere.
Signing off now.
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Yet this Monday is the Spring Equinox. Persephone is released today. She's getting time off for good behavior you see. While Big Momma Nature posts her bail, her old man, King Winter ruler of the Underworld, proclaims: " Yo Perseph baby, your looking a little down there honey. Whydoncha get out a spell and stretch those pretty long legs of yours. Naw, I don't mind baby. In fact here you go kiddo, take a few bucks and getcher self somethin' pretty to wear for when you pay a visit to that Mother of yours and give her a hug for me while your at it. Yeah, yeah, go on, have a good time, I don't mind, really, but just make sure you get that sweet little ass of yours back in time for Pomegrante season- that's September in calender time doll. Things could get awfully cold if your late." Persephone kisses King Winter on the cheek, frost bite on immortal lips, she pats the three heads of Cerebus goodbye, waves bye bye to all the shades hanging round her hood and promises to be right back in a season or two.
It should be a strange week, opening with the Equinox Monday and closing with Easter Sunday. Strange currents abound. Well I'll go home soon, blow the dust off some old books, dig up a suitable ritual and try and align myself up with the roll of the sun across the wheel of the sky. Put on some Avatar drag, god form transvestite, do myself up in Whore-Us Hawk make up, circle the expanse of the Goddess Knew-It, shake my ass, pout and blow blood soaked kisses until i've reached the Had-It point, a ricochette circumference whose center is everywhere and perimeter nowhere.
Signing off now.
0=9
us=them
!=?