The Casbah Reality

of

Michale

the

Artist

and

Lizard of the Casbah

MONTAGE

"The Casbahs of Morocco are not dead cities but rather the remains of ancient sperm volcanos where human bioplasm still dwells, has sex, reproduces, process food etc. Sperm, crawling by candle light, the charcoal brasiers cool, the sperm goes waits. There has been so much fucking going on it does not make any difference any more. Here and now go fuck until there is no difference between cum now and cum/three thousand years ago. These ancient sperm stained dwelling places have no beginning and no end. They are like great mounds of dried sperm cake, the bacon that everything in made from.- you and I to, just another kinds of bacon.

As you go from noon to midnight, different daemons inhabit your experience of space and time, and if you stay up late enough you can experience yourself as you are three thousand years ago

But how is this you say – I m here and now – but in fact you are all of your yesterwhen and future be all at once – with now an infinitesimal instant that is so short it essentially may not exist

For example, when you are stoned, you become transformed into a stonedness that pervades all of your normalness with something which is the same for all men of all time everywhere

And when you are not stoned, your are pervaded with this normalness that is the same for all man. This normalness is the essence of self – a faceless – shapeless self that is traveling through the Universe that can be experienced so easily in the bare nakedness of a midnight casbah.

This is me – this is who I am – I am now a living embodyment of Big Daddy Max"

The shadow of the penis move with the lightness of an invisible feather soo smoooth yet it cuts down everything in its path. Only the old whores of eternity are immune to spermatic impregnation because they are made from anti-bacon itself – the true star power of forever.

SOMETIMES IN THE MIDST

OF JUST HAVING TOO MUCH FUN

OBVIOUS HALUCINATIONS TURN SOLID

AND WE START/STARTED TO ECHO

AND THEN IT STARTED RAINING

BUT INSTEAD OF RAIN DROPS

SPERM SPLASSHING IN THE STREETS

A RIVER OF JIZZ

FLOWING 4 INCHES DEEP

DOWN THE ALLYWAYS OUT TO SEA

THEY WERE SINGING

MULTIPLE NATIONAL ANTHEMS

SIMILTANIOUSLY IN A ROUND

SLOSHING AROUND ALL NIGHT

MUCH, MUCH, MUCH TOO MUCH

WILL I EVER BE THE SAME?

WILL THEY LET ME GO HOME?

The casbah that you can prowl, see, smell and hear

Is not the complex,unknowable pattern of forces that make the whole thing happen

The maps, guide books, etc can not begin to describe the evolution of interconnected changes that channel the current dynamic dis-equilibrium - a psycho-cerebral null hypothisis

The whole universe minus the stories about it is just an ongoing manifestation of evolution

All the reflections, pictures, stories, explanations and beliefs are just somewhat random commentary (gossip)

There is a common ground between the actual physical evolution and the mental evolution of stories about the physical evolution

This common ground null hypothisis mentality is said to be secret because it is so mysterious and impossible to directly explain yet so simple - just inside out normal thinking.

It is a secret that you keep from your self and the deepest and most mysterious secret of all

This profoundly deep, obscure, black mystery is called the Gate of all knowledge - the fact that in an inside out way you actually know everything - the way deep controls running the way every one thinks they think.

This mystery pervades every passageway, every wall, every doorway and every room of the casbah

These ancient lived in ruins of times past and times future where the ancient daemons grow huge stretch the mind beyond all conscious meaning are the training ground for the seer of mystery

The music...

The food...

The color...

The sound...

The shadows...

TANGIER shadows...

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