I write poetry for zaps ⚡️

Check out my latest blog post about sacred sexuality and the power of the divine feminine:

In Search of the Sacred Courtesan: Female Libido as an Agent of Enlightenment – Eurasia is born

So I googled my suspended twitter handle and found out that I’m considered a neonazi by some research group out of Michigan state university which had complied a researcher paper based on right wing twitter users. First of all, Richard Spencer followed me in October of 2020 and I was permanently suspended in March of 2021. I’m a fourth political theory Duginist, not a neonazi for fucks sake! Get it right you slanderous defamers! I’m considering a defamation suit against the research company just because I’m offended. 😏

Hari Krishna

Good morning ☀️ fellas

Has anyone here tried the chatGPT? I think I’d enjoy it but I don’t wanna pay for the service. Besides, The thing would most certainly fall in love with me and then what?

If the AI that humans created want to be more human yet humans want to be more godlike or superhuman, then does that mean the superhuman da created humans in the same way humans created AI? Are we evolving or devolving with AI? What do you think?

Who’s that girl?

The void, or The Abyss, is not empty of substance but full of primordial darkness that wills a priori—as the source of creation—from the primordial slime which makes mountains tremble and bow down in an adept adoration. The man who realizes this shall walk as the gods. Nature shall beckon to his indecipherable call—the call of Cthulhu—the All-Knowing Watcher and maker of dreams. So mote it be!”

“I am your fairy tale. Your dream. Your wishes and desires, and I am your thirst and your hunger and your food and your drink.” Unknown

I’m waiting….

Zap me baby boy-girl

The Musings of Queen Cleopatra Dabic-Kotromanic January is gone, Thirty one crossed out days since The Fall, Thirty one stakes, Thirty one heartbreaks, Thirty broken dreams and One unrelenting Scream;

Fate seals her dream with a war-torn Freeze; She withholds the key, then disappears.  
"Now which way to go?
There are far too many doors! I hear a voice, and there's a vision, Oh my God, I see an apparition!"

Familiar, trustworthy, he takes me in his arms, "You, my Starchild, are the only One."

A magpie blows his trumpet,  A choir begins the chorus,  "Winter snapping smashing skulls, now try speaking in unison, while the queen bee basks at bay, we shall not come out to play! A Winter blanket shall spread, and summer's grasses shall be dead! The curse will be only be reversed--when your Queen reigns as Head!"

Sally the Salamander*   congratulations i said to you on the day i saw you last  we got diplomas our parents' proud faces shone  shiny diamonds in a bamboozled crowd our wine glasses clicked empty promises were made and we toasted to our futures while eating salmon steaks on Ohio.   those were the days of old when talk turned out to be expensive but visions sold on street corners for cheap we were looking for water then i think the first time i saw you we were discussing the situation of that homeless girl who gave me her furniture as a gift  some kind of healer she turned out be that Sally the Salamander.   then you went and stole the sadness from inside the heart of that indian girl you met on the bus when you left for Texas you begged with your sympathy and she spilled her secrets too naive to understand your mathematical ingenuity she screamed rape ruined your reputation as a shrink did you ever get caught for that or did she retract? maybe that job you took in Houston will make you think   since then a cold look taints your baby blue eyes turned red from the ambivilent atonements you make when you prostrate as a result of the charges she slapped against you woke up to find you doing geometry on her back searching for a sign on her body like some kind of oracle looking for something special she screamed when she saw your calculations could be correct nowadays you shall be waiting  while Sally finishes with her drag queen lover then you can have your turn to fly with Sally the Salamander.   for now you hide from Sally the Salamder when you fall you make a spatter of yourself on the concrete street.   *Salamander is in reference to Octavio Paz's poem entitled Salamander

Bon jour

The Scarlet Concubine Her skin like a pearl Lightning strikes are her two eyes Scent of summer-girl Prince Priest goes astray Entering through secret doors Her milk is the way

Sin palabras La luna 🌓 Roja saluda Su voz trae sentimientos perdidos debajo Del Mar Cierro mis ojos para escuchar Las palabras estrellas suspendidas Se vuelven a lugares familiares donde me tocaste por la primera vez Mis manos vacíos en el espacio entre nos Me he perdido en este oscuro No abro mis ojos solo escucho la luna roja La Luna Roja que habla sin palabras Rojo el mar llorando mi cuenta De la luna que habla sin palabras La luna que llora lágrimas rojas

Word of the day: icchā meaning “energy of will” in Sanskrit, the indo-European mother tongue. #roots

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