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I came five, six, seven times that night, on her chest, in her mouth, on her back, and on my own in the shower with her sat there reading the poetry on the walls: “Is this one from England?” She makes a long thin trail over the paintings with her fingernail, scratching the surface for more home truths I Envelope her again and finally we conjoin completely. It is done. The seeds planted, light their own way down to the seafront shops and the metallic telephone boxes of might. Sunshine has been replaced by an electric storm. Robert’s staggering home past Bar Bleu on the sea’s edge, hum drumming about taking a taxi home. Benjamin and Fern make their plans for Saturday Night. Hey. Brown bottle ally where the graqndmothers aid their bones. Slip juice into cup and drink together. The Almighty has arisen. Holding her hand in the car afterwards, talking about the Pikey’s interest in Catholicism and Crowlety. Did they really give him Crowley’s landlady’s diary. I wonder, pouring libation from Russia down my throat. Hi Hey! Steve rounded up a few pills and made me feel important, I the great weed taster, set up patterns for the masses. Love now Rules Supreme. The deity of light her hand in mind the yellow dresses in the schoolyards breething poetry as girl sweeps lawn and path p[erforming madrigals of music and magic with her beast inside the roaring thunder of lust, the dying embers of patronage, the juice squirting down her legs and into my mouth. I live in a small two room flat; shabby and oil and coffee stained carpets preside over walls concreted with images, painting sekmet from Egypt. She sits on the ladder, naked, as I draw her face in with charcoal. I shoot pictures flashing fast a hundred two hundred rolls of film across the vast acrerage of her beauty. Veunys rising up from the sea, comes crashing in with her beauty and smiles as she leans back into her metalk backed chair, pausing to enjoy the attention my look is giving her., Green sea fueled by beautiful rain. Robert staggers as far as College Kantina and is asked to step inside for a last glass of wine. He is forces, therefore to take in the electrical storm swarming round the Beachy Head where the even the suiced have been stopped by the image. We talk magic. Proper magician he is mate. And the conversation France eneters into the geometry. David Icke. The Illuminati. I talk with a grey haired geezer., I should know his name thinks Steve. Places eight tabs into my wallet. Hand on heart, this is true I say to chloe. The handsome man at the corner of the bar rejecting all protocal advances himself to the woman. Aie Christma Caramba. The seed smells inside me. The growing nutrients of a new age. Saturn propels me forward into 9 degrees of Virgo, and the gathering at the Russian’s Place takes shape. Grey clouds give way to black night. The summer is Royal and the summer is peaking and the waves are crashing and young girls hold their hearts and unplug their televisions because of rumour. The cars screech to a halt. The ecplipse has come, unannounced and unheralded. What planet is that? Even the astronomers were caught napping. What planet is that. The Pikey laughs. He’s got his hand in to Edinburgh and WILLIAM’as been awarded.. “No. You have been awareded the Order of the thistle! I poet, down beatedn for so many years, dovetailing life with the spiritual utterances. Where could Rilke have gone, else to the angels. Where would Rilke have gone had he stayed with the angels. I recall a past life, between the Lake in Balxaklva where the Prussian Prince made the pasth open to Tibet,. The Panchen Lama, and the whole hierarchy opened the gate into Albion, eventually seeing that it would take years and years. The codes for the reincarnation proptovole were given in 1876 AD. AN there are more to emerge. Now that the clearing of the air has taken place the seeds untie together
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