To be a shaman one must first know, and 'be', one's-self To love another one must be first 'be' [Crowley] fulfilled in loving, one's-self The trail of knowledge is that of the rose branch to the flower it's-self The conquering of wickedness starts with the spirit All other emotions will fall into place [Blavatsky] as leaves find their destination Flang in the stern Autumn wind Your mothers are labeled inferior Yet they posses the gift of all gifts that is truly and innocently superior [Rasputin] to that of any man born old upon the third and fourth planet Where do you do what you do? If the solution to life is that which you seek Then you must erase the ego to ascertain meekness It's the hardest task to accomplish Before tranquillity becomes your norm [Swedenborg] The persona of neutrality and wisdom Watch instead the majority stray in opposite directions Building upon that greedy aura Assuming wealth asserts respect It was at the fork in the road In the state where Summers burst open with dampness and the trees wept gently along the algae rimmed ponds of submission At least so I've read [Daniel Home] Part of me was there once but only briefly Struggling with an inorganic being Retracing a path to eagerly taken Eagerness I assume Is the folly of youth Arrogance its Cousin But strange enough a smile streaks across my face Bliss enters my colleen tempo I've finally made it and I wont trade it [Mesmer] Not even for their star machine Nor your ether-real rubber-band media-hype In a nutshell <move back to mother and found my wounded brother> {sidestep= pathetic journal entry #1} {also, victim is utterly hopeless} Dear B---d-n; Brandon I do love thee! I see within you what was once within me. Please forgive me I had to flee. Our paths will come together once again in the near future Remember the sufferer will surely triumph hence, there in, and after the deed. So mote it be! Love, J-r--i B--tt <moving on to more important pointless shit> <thanks for nothing> From the mother flows immense morbid chaos Gashing trenches into her off-spring's personalities The fledgling bird Being pushed from its cliff-side-nest [Cagliostro] by the impatient mother The irony sickens the entire nurturing gesture It was the molester Secret demonic impulse New bike broken reflector Alright Allow me to make myself clear Sins of the father Babylonian mother They had four each But traded the fountain of youth [John Dee] For the temporary fortune or yet possibly the stone idol of Seth Dwelling in their medicine cabinet Lose the ego Sell their trends back to them With an element of civility Whatever that means Remove the smudge and grit From your perception Bend the assemblage point Where the energies of the universe converge together filament stretch nut the sky [Cellini] At an area within yourselves Extend it Retract it Just fucking dislodge it but please make it soon Promise me Whatever you do What if you had No name for something Something you've never seen Nor imagined Prior to that moment [Paracelsus] What would you call it? A ghost? Bigfoot? Mephistopheles? Orcus? No wait I know Sorry about that You had me confused And babbling again I love you simply for that ability [Stone age Shaman] You vowed too teach me Make me into a scholar A genius without a dollar Forget about it Frog lick the funnel Forgive the animal Lamente