paper mache masks i take the stories and reweave them into beauty the death is transformed into a dream.... of joy

ah, in the midst of the trans forma shun i sea the publicity the apathey the confundi of where to turn how to say how to par tiss i pate in the majick of now.... the drums are wobbly, angels wings fall upon ...us i sit by the fires i see whiskey i see radios i see blur i hear desire! a start a seed to en gage in the forming of the dreamworld this means showing up contributing silence devotion integration impeccability subtlety the future is a promotion now, 2012 a mere campaign? halloween a masked commodity? a drunken rebellion? ah. yes. of course the wizzzzzzzzzzzzards, the witches brujas, magos..... what are we thinking? doing? in rit chual? mocking, or engaging, participating? innovating or drunk, shallow, distant and confused? i wonder, our dear sanctuaries, our dances what has happened, where will we go to be the song to sing, to dance this new world into being au then tickly! @@@ this chance we have to change is all but gone... a dillusion of books and tapes and egoperformania why do we seek attention? the dress, the make-UP/ to transform into the unreal? transcend the body, the norm? knowing that somewhere at sometime, the gates will explode soon now and will there be beer, whiskey, radios, casual flare? oh the dance of the ritual.... dedication, ego.... who is the most powerful shaman of them all? dear mirror? the eye that truely sees. is the I that releases the expectation of being who u want or think you are in the midst of the flames we burn our flesh off the skin of false desires clinging to our bones ..... that damn material world fun . but . dry . bone dry. we seek truth. alas, is it there? this moment we all wait for? the future? the past we missed it. it wasandis NOWW not in 4 years, 50 years, or yesterday it is now the change the ritual showup integrity = authenticity no rules play bliss dance kiss alas, where are our hearts the atrophy the "rightreight" brain light glows and glows, we shiver in its midst wondering if.... we shall survive as the culture of denial fades like a ..... torn flag no longer the ritual we thought the preparation the glow the SHOW! do your best be impecable show up assume the best be majick dance joy breath love ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh aum (there are hidden messages in here) (no one turned away for lack of fun) (no smoking anything but hashishishshishsis) (send money to your favorite ant) (and?) .... ... .. .