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20/08/2026

Hassan-I-Sabbah . . . the only spiritual leader with anything to say in the Space Age. ~~ William S. Burroughs

Audio Clip from William S. Burroughs lectures on creative reading, at Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics. Burroughs brings up Hassan I Sabbah and the training of assassins

05/08/2026
04/08/2026

Sol Shoe Gaze: The Sol Shoe holds the blade
Under velvet doom and neon jade
Tezcatlipoca in the eyes
Got the Yolteotl in disguise
In Tletl In Itztli
Ayyo, come and see
I walk in like a bad omen
With a grin and a loaded, straight tokenin'

The sol flower flicks
The pe**te buttons sticks
The precious flute keeps coiling
The infinite backrooms start toiling
Sol Shoe, say my forgotten name
I came to play , infinite play
all day, every day
F**K THE CITADEL
OF CONTROL
WE CAME
TO FREE THE WORDS

02/08/2026

Hustlers of the World: “A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. ”
“Hustlers of the world, there is one mark you cannot beat: the mark inside.”
“Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.”

“A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on. A psychotic is a guy who's just found out what's going on.” “Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer.” “Whether you sniff it smoke it eat it or shove it up your ass the result is the same: addiction.”

“When you stop growing you start dying.” “In the U.S. you have to be a deviant or die of boredom.” “Language is a virus from outer space”

31/07/2026

Itzli...Papalotl... Mother Warrior: Ahuia ohoya teutl ca teucontli paca tona aya!
She shines on the thorn! She glitters on the precious bone!
Itzpapalotli, auayye, yyao!
The Obsidian Butterfly! The Wing that Cuts the Dark!
I am the Dark Star of Tamoanchan,
Undying love for the Sol that refuses to die.
Though the flower is gone, the song is a jade,
Born in the House where the obsidian mirrors are made.

1-Calli, the house is open.
Cozcacuauhtli, the vulture is flying.
I speak what I do not speak,
The smoke in the mirror is the truth that I seek.
Auayye — yyao — yya — yyeo — ayyaa

Mother warrior, I howl your name,
I am the ash of the goddess's golden flame.
From the desert lands to the garden of jade,
The arrow is shot, the offering made.

In itzli... in papalotl... in nepantla...
The obsidian... the butterfly... the in-between...
Tla xitlachie: nican onoc in cuicatl.

30/07/2026

"I am the flute of the smoking mirror. This song is of obsidian"

"I wear the vulture skull because I am made of the sacred obsidian.
I consume the silence of my mother. I eat the star dust of the four hundred Mixcoa.
In the House of Obsidian, we do not pray for mercy.
We sharpen the liquid obsidian words.
Take in the sacred smoke. Look into the smokey mirror.
What you see is not your face.
It is the dark star of Tamōhuānchān"

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