This is the end

See you at www.iamathm.blogspot.com

S!hit it

Mickao is dead, many lovers in small figurines. Let there consciously as man wanted to kiss. May this brief belief sustain the memory of Mickao, completelly addicted to the shit. Now free to try another life as none is dead by himself...
Lie!
The press detained the kisser and the police a made to measure tomb. Back

.
Enter
/
Pass
The Styx
In the manorhouse
Mickao as the deceased
the rest intact...
I am sad, barman on the terrace
in the bar
in the island, made to measure batch
in order for the heart to cease
Mickao in the beginning fainted but the react...or
in the manor
and twelve in line monkeys
It used to go too far and he even had considered requesting penetrative hell
The family there, as death is silence...Mickao had requested that deadly solution to be
considered by the clan because mirror used to hurt now too much and tears
Mickao was etiquetted
Muerte (Mort), dead
So I guess now they are all happy
including the three from the sperm bank of famous people
Silly little monkeys.
This is the truth as it happened.
Long Live
Batch made to measure
Mickao, Donour

The Ankh

The Most Holy Trinosophia - La Tres Sainte Trinosophie

This is my sacred book. I had been looking for it since I was a teenager, fortunatelly I got a copy from a book collector store in Montreal early on this year. If you have heard of is book hor if you are curious here is the full text, in french and english. I do believe this book to be magical, some say it's a book of alchemy rife with references to that sacred art.

Ceci est mon livre sacre. Je l'ai cherche pendant plusieurs annees depuis mon adolescence...enfin j'en ai eu une copie par un libraire specialise a Montreal au debut de l'annee. Si vous en avez entendu parler ou si vous etes curieux voici le texte complet en francais et en anglais. Je crois honnetement que c'est un livre magique. Beaucoup le decrivent comme un texte sur les etapes de la creation alchimique truffe de reference a cet art sacre.

http://www.sacred-texts.com/eso/mht/index.htm

Voici une petite animation contenant les illustrations du livre.
Here is a short animation presenting the artwork of the book.





...but who really was the count of saint-germain?
...mais qui etait vraiment le comte de St. Germain?

snakes, fleurs de lys

The aisle of honour, the flag of Martinique. Nation 06-e

My world (landing)

My new den is surrounded with waters. Some poisonous snakes are said to live there. My amicable guide takes my hand, softly yet with great strength. I landed here safelly, two days ago. My ass is now in a chair and no banjo, lil' miss. More than a nest it is a room, small with a noisy air-conditionning system from last decade, blowing in.

Let us settle and make a will for my island to be my world and victory...there to hit me as I prayed so much I envy...anybody who works for a leaving. Just a note: It's Martinique.

L'ile

Je me suis reveille de ce cote. L'ile m'a accueuilli avec une pluie torrentielle. J'ai souri. La premiere chose a faire est de construire un nid de petit branchages et y deposer un objet brillant. De cette maniere l'oiseau qui veille sur moi pourra poser son fardeau. Le coin de l'ile ou je vis est tres beau. Les gens ont une autre couleur de peau mais je ne leur en veut pas...pas plus qu'ils ne m'en veulent d'etre bi-colore. Les amis que j'ai laisse la-bas peuvent me retrouver ici. Je suis installe comme un pacha sur mon ile. Les vents tropicaux y font une farandole autour de ceux qui bravent leurs commandements et s' aventurent trop loin. Je suis seul, l'aviez-vous remarque?

Je suis sans peur et le monde est vrai et l'oiseau libre...et des crabes qui marchent tantot en avant, tantot sur le cote.

Voici mon ile; C'est sa beaute qui me fait vibrer a l'unison avec le jour, en harmonie avec la nuit. La descente vers l'ile s'effectua sans hoquets. Voila, j'atterris. Ma vie est ici et mon reve est la. Je suis ce que tu me dis et la rive est grise aujourd'hui, pas de panique...Je suis en vie. L'oiseau que j'avais dresse se mettra a mon service et la pluie d'hier a cesse. Je suis le premier et appellez-moi le maitre de cette contree...ou un artiste a peine arrive. Il faut le dire...il faut le dire disons: Ici Martinique, a vous Lison.

THREE...

The serenade

In the eyes of ruby a cornea of amethyst
The great silver ternacur
snaked along the rife
to be twenty-two you'd generate
In the other realm, the fluid cythars
and camelias sarabande along its neck
twisting the dices
twenty and one time, generate
To be twenty two and
a snake
I'd be ripe old at the side of ternacurs
in over sarabandes
Lightning up the skies
In a tint
of one
Loaster
, of one Loaster

a tint

Hoy en mi ventana brilla el sol
Y el corazon
Se pone triste contemplando la ciudad
Porque te vas.
Como cada noche desperte
Pensando en ti
Y en mi reloj todas las horas vi pasar
Porque te vas.
Todas las promesas de mi amor se iran contigo.
Me olvidaras
Me olividaras.
Junto a la estacion hoy Ilorare idual que un nino
Porque te vas
Porque te vas
Porque te vas
Porque te vas.
Bajo la penumbra de un farol
Se dormiran
Todas las cosas que quedaron por decir
Se dormiran.
Junto a las manillas de un reloj
Esperaran
Todas las horas que quedaron por vivir
Esperaran
Todas las promesas de mi amor se iran contigo
Me olvidaras
Me olividaras.
Junto a la estacion hoy Ilorare idual que un nino
Porque te vas
Porque te vas
Porque te vas
Porque te vas.
. . .

La Muerte de Mickao

R.I.P

Mickao is dead. The news had been let out around 7:30. The great actor, famous for his impeccable physique and 7 kids yesterday fell dead in rehearsal. Linda, the coroner blamed his occasional cunsumption of lysergic-methylen. His sister, one of six rushed to the hospital...the one with the long nose...He was seen as deceased and the can of gas was left out in L.A central. "The beloved star is dead" rolled the printers whorldwide

Langolia immediatelly came as soon as she heard. Janek came 3rd.

I see fans sat in the street with little picture of Mickao, shattered by the news of the sudden death of the entertainer. Let us pray in Peace for the dear beloved actor.

Sharing this gem with my adorable reader. You Tube Video.

The White Nest

In the hospital I am not the maddest. I even find myself quite sane nowadays. I have been here for a while...It's recurrence in my life...Every 6 or 7 years I have to go in for my sanity check...To twist the mind back into place...You know. I actually think the C.I.A are really involved in this you know...I mean all those voices, why would my dear old brain spend so much energy in the making of the 20 voices that I hear daily...I mean why would it do that to me (my brain) and makes these scenes of other world's life? I mean...I sometimes feel it's all me but that's when I am on some good tablets. I make plans to catch myself un-attended and make myself believe a little world...to myself, why the heck? It's fucking weird!

My room is comfortable...There is a little sanit' and no eye-spy.

I have bought some Cds before I got in, Lil'Kim and Audioslave, plus Pantera. I have my little stereo...as long as I don't turn it too loud it's ok...Evan is here...been here all these years as well as Marguerita, who often talks in a kid's voice. I wonder where Angelina has been and Pac. I was telepathic to 2Pac for real you know...I even saw him a few times in a wig...I know it's real. I wonder why they have the eye in the pyramid on US notes? I slept hard last week...They had injected me with some bad shit. I believe I have a special rapport with Berenicia, she grew up in Marseilles too, U know? The eye of God is that of Mankind...

I wonder why Brad Pitt has different eyes than he used to have. They say they replaced him with a lookalike, the real one, I heard, died in a heroin overdose. They did not rule out suicide...I hear. I am in room 37 and next door is Evan, the washroom on the other side. I heard Evan had killed his kids...not wondering why he's been here all these years! I am on a good medication now. The shit they injected me first was torturous. The new one is good. Did I say it, I am in room 37. That adds up to ten and represents the eye in the pyramid...It does, doesn't it? I am expecting my adoptive dad and mom to come and see me at the week- end...They can tell I am a good person. They were worried and concern when they heard I had been admitted here. I am sure my real mother had psychiatric issues...I heard Evan jerking off this afternoon. I was listening to Audioslave after that...That's all I did today...And I drew the place of nines as well.

Red Monkey

It is in
this hole
that live
the 12th monkey
as the 13th...
My aim is
to swing about
and to crawl
in the sand
I aim not to
but it does
in this
I am a monkey
red and a monkey
green
live
in the tree

Les Samiens a 3-6

The a cinq heures, ma baronnesse...et que vos aureoles soient a l'heure ainsi que ma rougeur!
Je n'ai pas l'habitude de m'exprimer en public...Ma famille adoptive me garde dans le chenil avec Whisky et il est mon seul interlocuteur...a dater.
Je m' appelle Jacques Deleuil et j'ai six ans. Je lis Aleph Alpha comme tous les eveilles de ma generation.
Nous passerons l'ete a Come et le vingtieme jour atterirons en Martynique.
J' entends ta voix parfois et elle me dit souvent vrai. Je sais qu'il est mauvais d' interroger les esprits mais je suis en avance sur mon temps...et ils me tiennent compagnie.
Les allies sont mes amis,
Que me sont ces memoires a demi formees...
Je lis les pensees et cela rend l'atmosphere mal a l'aise dans ma famille adoptive. Ils disent que ma place est avec Whisky car je suis un petit singe de foire...pas un enfant.
J' ai l'attirance des lames de couteaux
Parfois je poignarde des arbres pour me defouler
...Quand la famille me laisse sortir, Pepe et Meme...pas question de parler de ma captivite.
Je suis ne au Canada.

J. D (6 ans)

Suggested Listening

suggested listening for my discerning (?) readers: St. Elsewhere the album by the Gnarls Barkley, sweet funk and vibes.

WHO IS HIDING BEHIND THE MASK OF STARCHILD ????

The Twelve Monkeys

There are six monkeys showing their back
holding six other monkeys facing us
In the end he did the trick and the gas gets out
Gaza, won't let out or Jolie...
Pas vu pas pris
While Britney gives birth to her fourteenth
Pas bleu pas gris
and Brad Pitt evokes an affair
At Ottawa and Christina
folded in eight
While one cigar
Decided my hate and my love for ye,
Oh number thirteen, simian indeed!

www.alephalpha.blogspot.com

Nuclear serpentines

---------------------------
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--------
---
-
in all directions spreading the hate and promoting the being
of such a micro-element as
Met-Acko was spreading all sorts of legs across
the lake in the middle
Infeniticy&Lovecyande
joined Met-Acko

The red house

Is just across from the blue house.
Contains everything, like Led Zeppelin for example
On the opposite side is the blue, square scented blue house of thee
But I am herea patient
And I do as I am told.
In the middle is a small table on which four plates
Of a doll size
Plus a slightly larger blue one where my nurishment is left,
And my name is spelt
correctly
United nations officials
severed from the main tree of all nations
of long long branched trees
In the floatment...
The red house spun
Three times on itself and later...Brad Pitt and Obama give a conjoint speech
Saying the world cannot economize
The outspin
In master Obedia's words....
The wheel is a spin
and all sin as all deed
is weighed therein
In the blue house red t-shirt elite
and in the city near Notre Dame des Neiges
above from my sulphur dioxyde seat
Large rainbow pieces can be found
floating
in all directions.
I am sat in the house
white worn
Waitin for a doll or a elf
To bring in
something to eat
I am slightly tillted to the left
In the middle a
board of command
with the red shirted employees
to cut the neck of an ostreich
While on this side four male dwarves deal kisses
To all that is surroundering
On the table forks and knives
I am at your demand.

Aleph sounds off!

I am sorry but based on that performance alone Susan Boyd deserved to win!!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9z0h1NNk1Ik

The Bridge of Rainbow

The whirlwind took I, your obedient, and landed I in a bizarre house at the other side of the hill.
The rainbow bridge landed tho'; I, still alive and free, detangled the circle of ropes from around my neck..."both win!" said a voice inside my head. "Both win", I replied aloud. The red ball was bad and the black ball was a whole. The bizarre twist of fate that you notice therein is "only behavioural" like Dr. Mounthill would say...meaning that my best behaviour takes you to the well. "Both ball weight the same, if you noticed" (said the voice, inside my head)
A bang.
A navet in peace that crashed into that Land, eight seconds, every one rushes to the lift-elevator. "One hell of a well" (added the voice inside of my head).
Brad Pitt was by my sides. His sweat looked fake!
I attempted to reach for the elevator also. The walls of glass retained the mass. "I am sound" said I to my master. My master shone and smiled therefro. In the little house all was there for dolls. I found there a plate. It had my name written over. The bridge of rainbow passed above my house.The bridge of rainbow passes over my house...The bridge of rainbow has passed above my house, said I. while I was still alive, only in an adjunct dimension from thine. I ate well. The rope twice around my side
-parting
"The meaning is well and the well is freak" said the voice of Cornel Mustard,
which I recognized as though
It was my own
there
There were plenty survivors, all by my side, I embrassed both.
One goes straight, to the road of May...
The other one goes left like the notorious bee, agile.
I'm sound, people
Do not worry about me,
O family,
I am five weeks away
In the middle a ball lay
"I am not
I am not",

scribbled a hand that wasn't my own.

MONTREAL, SATURDAY, 12:46

J.D

www.gogmahag.blogspot.com

U.B. 1.

In the province of the mind there are no limitations

























Block Spots

Musique

Voila ci-dessous des tunes de ma maquette Cd, le "green album" ("l'album vert") la version complete est de 9 tunes mais moins de 20 minutes au total. Voila les tunes principaux en format Mp3

Mp3 Files My Tunes (below)

Here are four of the tracks of my demo The Green Album, the full version has only been sent to four people so far...

My Tunes

My Tunes

My Tunes

My Tunes

http://www.4shared.com/dir/15774480/f1736683/The_Green_Album_MP3.html

Le pepsi-color

C'est un arc en ciel. Il se courbe autour de la terre chantant des vers en pepsi-color.

Il, au bout de l'horizon, ajuste les mal-t-ajustes

Il se fait de 7 colors le rythme

Le chef dansant en ce lieu bidon

Il fait mourir par les poisons

Je m' epatte

Et as-tu donc la cle ?

Je m' ajuste et tu m'ignores

Pas accepte

et on tourne de traviolle

Une autre cible courbee

Dans ces bacs de technicolores

La Terre est a peu-pres

Aussi rouge que le bleu des damnes

from the Archives

Danse, danse avec les jambes, danse bleu. Bleu et rouge si t'es ma jambe car blanc ne marche dans le noir que pour faire un trou charmant dans le champ de ma chambre de noces: Aleph is Polyglotta: Did you know that the man in the mirror may be too friendly to witness as a no?Oui marie, as tu de ces effets recu la cle directement ou en parlant de vos satans vos langues a double-face only reflette uno trever place en DROIT pour mirrors in polycolour and bad joke on Major Edu, Count of Jovis Jupiter (1)Take over rover, the Ballad of Prince Eisen of Garlaban, marquis of Bonjoisin, ArtistUltimus of Egregora and Egregora 31 is of Angele Du Jeudi Bollonquieres de Saint Victor Traviatta of Egregora. here for now. For the present instant persecolted in Singapore and Malayzing in town, Egregore, My dear Amore, as of trente trois, ma charette au coleres led by the crab messes Boa Bologna and beeze the restaurant baristae. Inresolvable, Maltadjusted Debased and Bed Ridden, The Maid of Honour graces the sofa and towards another land Oleph and Alina dance and press chords of another chore in the distant town the cock adores the rossignol and ris, ris, the world is mercyless in relinquish the death of Amerika.

new url

i am the writer at www.iamathm.blogspot.com pass: Singular

NEW BLOG

The new blog www.iamathm.blogspot.com is going to gradually replace the current. Expecting full arrival July 28th when it will be the unique blog. Le nouveau blog sera a www.iamathm.blogspot.com. Nous allons progressivement transiter vers cet unique blog...esperant etre a destination le 28 Juillet 2009-Merci-Sorry-Aleph Alpha

>Kojo No Tsuki<

This is song performed by Scorpions on their album Tokyo Tapes>It's originally a traditional japanese song> It's a powerful moment as the crowd sings along with Scorpions.

Haru koro no hana no en

Meguru sakazuki kagesashite

Chiyo no matsu ga e wakeideshi

Mukashi no hikari Ima izuko

Mukashi no hikari Ima izuko

Aki jinei no schimo no iro

Nakiyuku kari no kazu misete

Uuru tsurugi ni terisoishi

Mukashi no hikari ima izuko

Ima kojo no yowa no tsuki

Kawaranu hikari ta ga tame zo

Kaki ni nokoru wa tada kazura

Matsu ni uto wa tada arashi

Tenjokage wa kawaranedo

Eiko wa utsuru yo no sugata

Utsusan toteka ima mo nao

Ah! Kojo no yowa no tsuki

nOn

The black ball

At the end of all there was a black ball. Solid and unmovable like death or life itself.

It went at the hand of a hand

Or was it-e a rope?

It was long and arm-ful

It was Ed the head

of Iron Maiden

It was Tokyo tapes

and Hanoi Rocks

smashing, scratching

and a nova

Super nova

and a big bang

and a white dwarf

And a line and a point

the size of a fist

like of wood

like of copper also

It was a red dot

like on the flag for Japan

and the whole alley of hell

and at the end

but

My head

also

.

La boule qui bouge au bout

La boule qui bouge au bout ne fait pas le poids-Coocoo! I enter/applause.

The wheel and the wall

Spin around-Dispose

La boule de bois qui au bout de trois jours de forcing

penetre au centre de son trou

en bois

Je n'aime que ca

The lake to the horizon

Stretches and recompose

La roue et le mur

La foi et le foie

Je tourne autour et je recompose

L' histoire du mur

du forcat

et de sa jambe de bois

Ok, crawlees,

I smash they explode

Et les cancrelats

Je vois

Et la fiere plante

The new air

The whistle and the lips

Que l' air nouveau

se mette

Ou je vois et la grosse boule de cuivre

slightly bending to the weaker side

And the glass ball

Il y a deux trois

dix-huit etc.

Et je recompose la pause

Et je recupere le droit

Et boule de bois

Je n'aime que toi

And you loved me too

Et ca...Quest-ce qu'il y a?

Une poire est pas a toi

Une poire est pas a toi

Et la ville se recompose au bout du desert

Une boule de neige

Je vois que tu n' aimes pas

Aleph Alpha

et boule de vie

On sait ou on s' appuie

A ball of wool

Une arme, la voix

La voie,

Je vois etc.

Tout ca ne rime pas

...avec 3

.

Automatic Writing, My Crazy Blogs and the Art of Chanelling

On reading throughout my 3+ years of rambling on Blogspot, the comments are usually referring to "mad" writings undertaken by a "mad" writer.
In my defense:
I use a technique of dissociation akin to chanelling (see Wikipedia definition below) I do not write the blogs...My hands write the blog. It is referred to as (subconscious) automatic writing and I do not have the control while I write. This is dissociation in the sense that I "hand over the keyboard" to something which is not my conscious self...and that is the writer! I have not got a name for the source of the writing. I surrender my hands and off it goes...The blogs write "themselves"...through me.
It is a difficult technique. Try it in a record store for example...That's how I started...randomly picking up CDs by artists I had never heard of based on non-visual cues.
I sometimes leave my body when meditating. The ancien art/philosophy of ZEN uses similar techniques: The aim of the Za-Zen practice is to dissociate from your lower self and "get to be taken over" by a higher intelligence once the barreer of "I am doing this" crumbles, the action just gets to be done as in a dance of relinquishment and handing over decisions to the "higher mind".
I have also been using spirit contact & automatic creation techniques in my music.
So, if you will please forgive my "madness", it is mediumship...In three years of online writing I have not consciuosly written a single post...so to speak.

What is Channeling
There are two main techniques mediumship developed in the latter half of the 20th century. One type involves psychics or sensitives who can speak to spirits and then relay what they hear to their clients. (...)
The other incarnation of non-physical mediumship is a form of channeling in which the channeler goes into a trance, or "leaves their body" and then becomes “possessed” by a specific spirit, who then talks through them. In the trance, the medium enters a cataleptic state marked by extreme rigidity. The control spirit then takes over, the voice may change completely and the spirit answers the questions of those in its presence or giving spiritual knowledge. (Or in my case written info as oppposed to vocally)

SPIRIT RISES!

rThank you for your support!

Do not judge!

Assume we are all equals!

Assume that the world is a much more complicated place than we are intellectually able to know.

& If you don't know, well...

Assume Infinity!

I am eight

There is a figure well rounded
When it leans on the side it means INFINITY
I cannot catch the rainbow
I am sure
There is no other rule
Than to stand upright
With the belly bloated
Under the head well filled
I last failed
When my Levi's blew still
In front of a well rounded
20 something
I could not catch the sun
Rest assured
Dear friend
That my nightmare never fails
To retalliate
And to stand
One
Arms outstretched
Like a T
With my hands in my pocket
Attempting to catch the breeze
Not the flu
Number two
Not the fire
Number five
The rainbow then the sun
I was born July 27th
1968
Night
Fire S'
Heaven
For
Hate-
free
Siecse
to
One
eight
Zero
that stands still
With the belly inside its head
For free
I, let it be
The
Debit
and the ENTRY
O Lights' ere
Amen

JACQUES DELEUIL

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ALPHA

The Bridge b

Aleph Alpha

(c) 2009

(11/09)

It is eight fifteen this tuesday. I am hanging for better results along La Grande Muraille de Chine. It is dark, the moon high rises.

The clock appeared to have well spun since I last deathed .

IN THE LIGHT RIGHT Jesus

I dwindle at the end of a red and dark handed clock

The police caught some internet thieves in Berkshire,

I fly over the rainbow

Animal Magnetism

I dwied before I eracted

In the hope of twenty lilies

The old used sofa

I was conceived thereo

I was born July 27...July 27 and a plane

segregatelly kills some bodies in a eith minutes free for all

at

Ground One

Ground Zero

I spun above and see some dark flames

overneath

Ont. woman accused of sex with dog, toddler

At the end it was six sick seice.

...working on some tracks

More on Lou Reed

I shouldn't really say it but at HMV they have a 5 albums coffret...of Lou Reed, only $25. Lou Reed-Coney Island Baby-Berlin-Transformer-Sally Can't Danse...I shouldn't really say it but at HMV they have a 5 albums coffret...of Lou Reed, only $25. Lou

2.2.e

Due Testas

The Side of the Hill (At)

I jumped in the abyss, two necklaces entertwined around my neck, both finishing at the end of a solid green branch.
One is black, the other one red
Turned in a bizarre twang
twisted to the end
Of my life
They are

(to be continued)

The note (attach.)

The suicide note

I have decided to end, both are on the verge of speaking...There is no hiding place!!
I am sorry for being.........
THE LONELONER.
nevr loved!!!
XoX

La fin des haricots

Il y avait a ma droite un ravin et a ma gauche une lame tournante qui hachait menu tout ce qu'elle rencontrait. Je me pressai alors que j'entendais un roulement semblable au tonnerre derriere moi. Devant il y avait toujours cet espoir de vie claire, pure et parfaite aux senteurs de muguet mais, chasse que j'etais par les elements dechaines de la nature, je ne pouvais concevoir si cet apres existait a l'exterieur de mon imagination.
Se fit entendre la voix de la Femme...ou peut etre celle d'un Dieu feminin qui m'ordonnait d'avancer. Je me rendis alors compte que les dangers qui m'entouraient et me poursuivaient n'avaient d'existence car ils restaient sur les cotes et derriere. La foudre, les lames roulantes et les maledictions cycloniques ne se mettaient pas en travers de mon chemin; ils semblaient etre en fait, la mis pour me diriger, me guider vers demain, vers le Paradis humain, vers le plaisir et la reussite. "N'attends donc pas demain, tu n'auras aucune excuse si tu ne fais rien". La peur des mauvais sorts, de la meme maniere est une de ces lames tourbillonantes...elle n'affecte pas demain car demain est toujours devant. Demain nous est du en tant que reussite et la Vie va de l'avant a moins que l'on accueille ces mefaits en tant que possible malediction, position de notre humanite entre nous et le monde. Les foudres roulent, elles rendent la decision difficile mais de l'action on ne peut perdre le controle si on evite de croire en cette fin improbable...la fin des haricots.

The Jungle

The deed in mind, I approached the forest,

Il ia veh

des serpents de chaque cote.

I marched on the fine one line.

A bad smell first greet me

As I approached the central

meadow

The scent I was looking for

met those already lingering.

aussi epais kmon poinie

And the common made fume

et ilz ongree

reverberated towards the bulding.

There goes the rose

I saw the lizard

On the fine side of the street

I launched forth my hands open in a grasp

I catch then ye lizard

and pinned it to the ground with a just appearing sword.

I erected it on a cross.

...There was it, ye fine lizard !

& At the other side of the field the Christ burped.
Il y a os
entre-laces

Recommended Listenings: Lou Reed

There is a lot more to Lou than just "walk on the wild side" and Berlin or Transformer... These are 3 superb albums that I highly recommend:

Magic and Loss. 1992

Songs for Drella. 1990

New York. 1989

Enjoy without restraint, these are masterpieces of cool, sensual, well-produced real rock music including the very raw Songs for Drella, with John Cale, on my fav top 20 list.

From dust...

From dust someone made a man. Lots of work went into this but...still...horror!

Men love dust and shit on gold, break love oaths and cook GMOs !

La ve wi teh

• J'en a sis !
• De koi ?
• E be...de kwavvat !
• Kwi ?
• Ji vi lani, gimel o turduku, gi mamuz !
• Vrai ?
• Si, se la ve wi teh, gilli jure !
• No e sis est ocho, con las...novellas...
• La kwavvats novellas ?
• La novellas cravattas, si !
• Vi !
• Ma...Kess faz la candidatura ?
• Euh, sa va, sa va...se electavat.
• Koi ?
• Vi, seh la ve wi teh !
• Le mondo se dirija' ake lez elections, fatencion ! Va t' achettar ouna novella kwavvat por ta candidatura !
• La ni ?
• No, la semana ki vin, apwe la fett !
• Sa m' anfra nev !
• Vi...nev bel kwavvats !
• Me electarat !

Aleph Alpha (c)

Against all churches...Canada!

We nearly got into some real trouble...the armies of Christ were close to descending upon our beautiful country, I had to intervene.We nearly got into sooo much trouble!

I went and recited some Ave Maria and some Lord's Prayer and now we are safe, we are almost forgiven. Phew! Be careful, guys!

It was announced in the news last week that Canada was proudly disposing some "no-God" pannels on buses in the province of Quebec and in the capital. According to these signs we have nothing to fear as God does not exist, therefore we can do pretty much anything!

O proud Canada, when the Beatles claimed to be "as big as Jesus" the USA and the UK as well as the rest of the christian world condemned their bragging. Only Canada cheered at the jib.

What do we have here that makes us able to oppose Faith so blatantly?

There is nothing in Canada like a libertarian, hedonist, anarchist or non-conditional egalitarian movement that brings ALL people together as a unit, that preaches equallity... We scind and joyfully break apart from the christian world like some chinese or north koreans. They however have the state with a capital S!

If one does not bring closer one separates. No communion nor communism here, indeed!

Who is going to be there on the top of the billboards if God is no longer? What example do we have for tomorrow's kids, then? "Love one another!"..."Another don't exist" they'll say!

Let us pray, then, O Canada, for true division, for excentrism and separation with the hope that they slam us in the face hard enough as to remind us daily of the true need to love, bring together and forgive without exclusions nor conditions.

Aleph Alpha

Contre toute eglise...le Canada!

Il s'en est fallu de peu...les armees du Christ ont bien failli se deployer contre notre beau Canada. Il s'en est fallu de peu, comme je disais...J'ai du intervenir et tirer quelques ficelles; J'ai recite quelques Ave Maria et des Notre-Pere et maintenant ca va, on est presque pardonnes! Faites attention les gars!

On nous a dit avec fierte que les transports canadiens avaient accepte de disposer des ecritaux "anti-dieu" sur les bus de la belle province et de Ottawa pour nous annoncer officiellement qu'Il n'existait pas (voir les nouvelles, la semaine passee) et que nous pouvions donc faire plus ou moins n'importe quoi...et avec fierte le Canada renie Dieu que l' "on n'a pas besoin de craindre".

Oh, fier Canada. Les Beatles avaient defraye la chronique en se disant "aussi grand que Jesus", les Etats-Unis et le Royaume-Uni avaient reagi avec vigueur en les condamnant mais notre pays les avait applaudi, contrairement a la quasi-totalite du monde chretien a l'epoque.

Qu'avons nous a opposer a la Foi, O Canada?

Il n'existe pas ici de culture libertaire, ni anarchiste, hedoniste, ni egalitaire, ni quelque mouvement national de rassemblement non-conditionnel que ce soit...Alors on se scinde gaiement, O Canada, et on se separe du monde chretien comme des chinois ou des nord-coreens...mais eux ils ont l'etat, avec un grand E comme Eternel!

Si on ne rassemble pas on divise. Pas de communion...ni de communisme. Qui va t-on mettre en haut de l'affiche si Dieu n'y a pas sa place? Quel exemple pour nos petits canadiens de demain? Aime ton prochain..."Non! Il n'existe pas!" crieront ceux-la! Priez pour la division, l'excentrisme, O Canada...qu'ils nous tapent en pleine gueule et que cela nous force a nous pardonner les uns les autres, a nous rassembler, a apprendre l'amour sans condition ni exclusion.

Aleph Alpha

The Battle

The armies united stood on both sides of the Equator. The northern, in red shirts, armed with megaton bombs and nuclear serpertines, angry and ready to kill. In the south, the army of Poverty, in torn shirts, armed with spears and covered in tribal tattoos and scarifications.
On both sides stood the need. The whites, aware of the little quantity of petrol left to extract from mother Earth were bound and torn and ready to kill. The others, yellow and brown, defending their wells and their fields of tomatoes, their pinneaples, their cattle and their right to rule over their own countries. The bell rang, echoed over and over. The whites, in anger, pumped up with cocaine, threw their bombs and metha-drills. The southerners in response threw spears and stones of various sizes with a mighty anger.
"This is Armaggeddon" suddenly said the high speakers. The muezzin on a background of tom tom drums and african yells responded: "This is righteous, this is god's law, we are defending our holes"
It is night. The battle over the armies united on both sides to count their dead. 24 on both sides. The northerners take their GM made jeeps and retire home. The southerners on camel backs reach for their tent also to eat curry filled meat.
The battle tomorrow will rage again for our right to drive fancy cars, eat olives and oranges and for the general survival of the mightiest.
THIS IS A FIGHT FOR SURVIVAL.
Tomorrow again the two sides will rise in battlegrounds, ready to defend their right to live, to eat olives and to drive purple Chryslers at 100mph.
My name is Shuw-Man-Joo and I want to survive...also.
Amen.

TWO HEMISPHERAES

P-KAX -33

I was born July 27th, that's all I have in common with K-Pax...in case you have not noticed. I am not a martian
I am the manchurian and so what...I have a IQ over 130, come and have a dig, Cornell Mustard! You will see what blow I lead.
You will see how old I bleed.
You will see how much I believe...
and
You will see what fire triggers this...You will see
O United Army!

Jacques-loner-just divorced...You?

un extrait de Marasmes ma piece en gestation

F: Ca doit etre ouvert!Ils s' etreignent a nouveau. La lumiere baisse.H: Ils se sont tous mis cote-a-cote sur des bancs, les uns mis au dessus des autres.F: Peut etre qu' ils viennent du futur?H: Je suis la, ne les regarde pas. Ils sont laids.F: Si ils sont du futur ils doivent connaitre la solution. Ils savent le chemin. Sourions leur...Ils sont calmes. Pacifiques. Travaux pratiques.H: ...pratiquement! F:Chut!Ils sont toujours enlaces. La lumiere remonte alors progressivement.Silence. F: Peut etre qu' ils comprennent la stance...Deroulons leur, l' histoire de l' homme et de la femme.Les deux, assis au bord de la scene, vers le public:F: Zoroatre disait...H: Ils faut les eduquer!F: Disons leur la veriteH: Je l' ignore, bete a crever.F: Savez vous mes amis que le troisieme jour, ayant cree la Nature...H: Chut! (vers la femme)F (vers l' homme) Ils doivent savoir...ils sont en danger de tant de vulgarite!H: L' ennemi se cache partout. Parfois il s' enroule autour de nous et nous fait voir l' espoir quand il n'y a que le noir.F: Laissons leur le poulet et les branches a moitie brulees!H: OkLes deux parcourent l' audience du regard, puis:H: Je suis la star, la lumiere bizarre, enfants tout noir donnez nous votre regard que l' on y chausse des lunettes bien adaptees.F: Je suis la terre, la cuve, la matrice directrice de la volonte du Pere...et du vouloir de l' homme, mon cher auditoire...H: Il faut deux pour faire un monde. Si un seul se dresse il se casse la fesse car rien ne le retient, rien ne le contient, tout le cree sur...F: Leur propre buchet, et que leur serpent tout noir...H: Chut, princesse, ils doivent appprendre eux memes!F: C' est vrai! H (vers le pulic) Moi et Elle. Deux volontes, deux regards, un commun rhebiditoire. Une longue route vers la victoire ou deux sous un parpaing font la musique a quatre oreilles et quatre mains. Il est un but bien commun. Le male, moi! et la femelle, elle! (pointant vers sa compagne) savons qu' il est une forme commune, comme la lune. Une pierre qui fume, comme le soleil en meme temps dans quatre yeux. Si la machine est a eux, l' auditoire (pointant) nous devons faire un moteur, une comete, un ecrou ou quelque forme que ce soit, qui y rentre et complete la forme, la volonte commune. En y mettant la discorde, y comprit ce sale serpent qui nous entend...F: Tu as compris, ce n' est ni mienne pour me faire plaisir, ni tienne, elle est en terre et formes-la. Je te seconde, tu m' aide un petit peu, et avec ceux, mes aieux, nos anges eoliens, on forme le monde. Je te seconde. Toi, tu me montres, je pretends ne pas comprendre. Tu commences, je tiens la pomme. L' arbre est plante...avant...Deux sous un toit unis, comme l' on dit, aurons le royaume a leurs pieds. Pas necessairement a leur image mais a leurs pieds...oui, c' est vrai!H: Comprenez-vous mecreants? Je veux dire...mes eleves, mes freres mes soeurs?F: Et que les marasmes, les miasmes, les effluves, les dechets et les senteurs sacrees se gluent sur votre monde pour que la mapemonde soit l' image fidele de la planete. Mes voeux, tes voeux, vos veux (pointant vers l' audience) se fondent et se melent dans une planete nouvelle, une realite bien scotchee...H: Pour cela il faut du temps, alors...Ils se prennent la main tendrement et marchent autour de la scene.Carmina Burana a nouveau se fait entendre.Apres quelques minutes ils se font face. DELEUIL2009.

2 canes, one life!

I
wish you,
in
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a very good work
welcome
and put it back behind my arm.
This is
to acknowledge
a welcomae
in some fields, I laid back, inside
work well done.
I shot two female ducks!
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1,

The end of the world

It is

with great respect

that I greet you

said the voice in my head

I look at the keyboard

close to catatonic I spell out

The great secret word and breathe out

fume of popsiclorum Deux cannes posees sur

un mur, voila ce que j'en fais

de votre signe sacre

In enough pipe

to holdtoo

You

still,

And flee between two queeds

Dear slave

I am the Master

I swear

And if you don't believe real carnation

take that cross

pon your head

crowned or not...

I am

Aleph-Alpha

333

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Eerie

Como

Una ciudad de la grand habitacion,

signe:

Bha'aleb Brave Gars

unde r the chair of the provisor...

will blow out at 5:30

and smell of sulphurydes...Salauds!

Invert that pyramid....Bastards!

Bha'aleb

vaincra!!!!!!!!!!

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King of the world!!!!!!!!!

Salauds!!!!!!!\0->\

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Full Hand

I put my one domino on the table, the 3-6. A brief smile shone on my face. Jed-Zebull in front of me, froze...expecting that I put down the 3-2 instead. I reached for the pile of cash just earnt. There was just over 665 dollars, not bad for a beginner!
I see the hand of the rat reach for a colt from under the table. I get up and stashing my cash in my pocket brandish a small church candle and light it. Jed-Zebull, taken aback by the spell hide his eyes and scream. "I won" I said, "Bad loser, eh!" The adversary shows his fangs, some longer than my little finger. I ran outside and towards the square, hospitable looking tower that I had seen om my way to the game. I entered and crossing myself discover the inside of the bulding. Nothing there on the ground floor, just a little table and a little chair. At least I knew that these consecrated grounds were blessed enough to keep away that bad loser, Jed-Zebull. After reaching the first floor of the tower I discovered an innocent looking fruit machine...I hesitated and slid a bank note, folded in four in the slot. I pull the arm of the apparel. A lemon, a bar and another lemon. "Too tempting!", I muttered and went on to the second floor of the tower. In the center of the room a Bible and next to it a vertical slot marked "to the priest, donations". I sigh and fold another $5 note into the wooden box, hoping that it is the Arch I had heard about during my travels in Eg-Meyall. As nothing happened I take the Bible and climbed the stairs to the third floor. The room was barelly lit. On the floor was a hand written note it said: "Gotcha" and it is signed Jed-Z. "I don't think so" I say. I reach for my pocket and put down a pair of Queens. A scream came in through the rectangular window. The bastard was caught! I reach up to the fifth level. The tower, hospitable indeed was a safe haven: there was a comfortable bed in the room. I slept deeply. Upon awakening I decided to explore the sixth and last floor of the building.
(to be continued)

Shock Me!

Kiss has been my favourite band since 1980. I am not ashamed of it...I use to model myself after Paul Stanley, besides the "gay" slant. I don't listen to anything they did after "Unmasked". Yes, the Peter Criss & Ace Frehley period, call it conventional. I do not listen to anything Marillion did after Fish left or AC/DC after Bon Scott's death. Kiss used to be a fairy tale band when I was at school. Everything they did had that "magical" aura.
Aleph