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ANABASIS KALIKANZAROS IATROMANTOI

ANABASIS KALIKANZAROS
June 20 / 2006
DISOLUTIONERS GATHERING
(INTERPROCESSIVE MIND SLIDING)

David Bowie Ziggy Stardust Live By Request

Boobs Beyond Beeps

David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust - Live by Request
Oh
Oooh yeah
Ah
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly,
and the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band

now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan,aww he could lick 'em by smiling
He could leave 'em to hang
'came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan.

So where were the spiders, while the fly tried to break our balls
With just the beer light to guide us,
So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?

Oh
Ooh oh

Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo
The kid was just crass, he was the nazz
With God given ass
aww He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar

Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band.

Oh yeah
Ooooooo
Ziggy playyyyed guitaarrrrrr

Mixed Sand Storm

the complexity simplicity paradox

John Lennon describes his first acid trip

Niplelyzed Riff JayLH crossing Mylene

The most wonderful of alll things in life is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a growing depth, beauty and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human being is a most marvelous thing; it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of divine accident, and the most wonderful of all things in life.

THE WILLOWS HAVE GONE CRAZY !!!


Poem by Arhip Cibotariu
Sanged by Tudor Gheorghe
Translated by tigress_tim
Presented by Xiron Xin



"...!!! The willows have gone crazy!!!
From all the spring
They walk naked in the skies
With all their souls inside outside

And they took it out from morning
White and loaded with dew
With strong odours from the sky
Pulled out from a new mistery
The willows have gone crazy
And with their sickness all together
It seems something happened
And with all this world
Raving birds
Take out their souls from them
Wandering from many longings
Travelers between the stars
The green forest got fuddled
It's not so calm anymore
It hold the moon longish
Like a heart in the palm
You don't see my soul how it gets out
In chaotic words!
The willows have gone crazy!
And you want me to behave?!!
And you want me to behave ?!!! ..."



Category: Music

Tags: Tudor Ghoerghe
Au innebunit salcamii!!!
The acacia trees have gone crazy !

milla jovovich & Crystal Method - "I Know It's You"

"Mmmmmm...How can I be less than absent when it come's to unnoticed surroundings and peoples!" - Gerizu

Lili Marlene Live

toward all diabolical tears of laughing pilligrims of life madness!!!! for those who doesn't dare to fly inside all storms of dark yet still relentless life...'couse they will shurely Die!:


-Unknowing Ubiquitously Unborned Unlearner's Uprising, Ravenis Kalikanzaros says to Xiron Xin : Eviscerating the emptiness of a Word won't need a thousand reasons; Filling the energy of an Image with a thousand words won't last; Removing the Grace of a spiritual transgresion won't work. The only chance to smile even in tears is 2 Love! Unlimited open mind and soul, forever.
"I don't give a fuck!" replay XIRON XIN

Why Sigourney Weaver Is A Bad Ass Bitch

Sig Weasel

Milla

Thunder Trip Under Grip

“Things done well and with a care, exempt themselves from fear.” — William Shakespeare 

Listing the development stages of a meth-trip experienced solely for personal research purpose and exclusively intended as corroborative evidence of metamphetamine effects does not imply endorsement!

"In the philosophy of science of Karl Popper there is no definable measure of the extent to which evidence confirms a hypothesis (see confirmation theory). Instead, hypotheses face the tribunal of experience by surviving efforts to falsify them. The degree of corroboration of a hypothesis by evidence is then a function of the stringency of the test the evidence provides, and hence a measure of the success of the hypothesis in surviving it. Critics have complained that corroboration in this sense is an empty notion, since it provides no reason to trust the hypothesis on any future occasion (see falsifiability, verisimilitude)."

Soo ... AGAIN! This post is NOT an endorsement for 
the USE or ABUSE of dangerous drugs! 

[ March 6-th, 1993. Now.  Let's see if i'll manage to build a clear trip report while keeping my shit together. About six hours ago I tried methamphetamine for the first time. This is my trip report describing its effects.
I'm not a big stimulant user by any means. The only stimulants I've tried are methylphenidate a couple of times, cocaine max a dozen of times (both great & awful!) and MDMA twice, if one considers this a stimulant  used to treat ADHD  (I don't; or at least I no longer did after this). OK. I got my hands on some supposedly very pure methamphetamine. It came in crystals about 0.5-1 cm in length. I wasn't sure if it contained impurities so I performed an acid/base extraction on them and recrystallized them from IPA. There was no loss in weight except for what was lost in the filter so it was quite clean to start with. I weighed up 15 mg using a 2 mg scale (added powder until the display alternated between 14 and 16 mg). The crystals were crushed with a piece of cigarette paper on top of them and a lighter used for grinding. When I had obtained a fine powder I lined up the dose in a ~6 cm line.
16:25 - I snorted the whole line in one nostril all at once. For about 20 seconds after this my nose felt like it had snorted broken glass! It hurt really bad, moreso than anything I had snorted before - even more than snorting crushed up ecstasy pills. This pain subsided and after 30 seconds it was bearable, one minute after it was completely gone. I put on some music and went outside to smoke a cigarette.

16:35 - I began noticing effects. I was a bit light headed and felt more energetic and my mood had been raised a bit.

16:45 - Now the effects were very obvious. I felt euphoric similar to that of a light dose of MDMA but a lot more energetic. I started cleaning up the kitchen and living room because they were a mess. It was actually somewhat enjoyable cleaning up while listening to music. The impending clean-up had bothered me a bit and I had a hard time getting myself to do it so it was nice to finally get it done. I went out to smoke another cigarette and it was lovely. I was thinking about all the things I would do today.

17:30 - The effects were at their highest now. I was in my bed listening to trance while texting my brother and a friend about the effects. I filled out a message with over 800 character rather quickly and it took forever to send. I came to the conclusion that the best way to characterize the feeling was the euphoria of a light dose of MDMA, perhaps 80 mg, more energy and more of a need to do something active.

17:55 - Up until now the effects had been as they were 25 minutes ago as was described in the above paragraph but just now I rounded the peak and was starting to come down a bit. I feel that it's always saddening to be coming down but after about 5 minutes of getting accustomed to the new level of euphoria (it certainly hadn't subsided completely) I continued my activities of the day. The euphoria was noticeably lighter but I was still quite happy and especially energetic.

19:25 - About three hours past ingestion I started to come down almost completely I think. A light depression followed - a bit like coming down from MDMA. This lasted, with varying intensity - although never exceeeding 'light', for about an hour.

20:25 - I decided to drink a beer and have a cigarette and after doing this and focusing on feeling the light depressive state it slowly vanished (over the course of an hour or so). My mood was slightly lower than it would have been without taking the meth but nothing compared to the day after MDMA use.

22:40 - This is now. I'm sitting at my computer typing this trip report. I feel pretty normal actually. My heart is beating a bit faster than normal and there is still residual stimulation left, I don't think I could fall asleep now. My motivation level seems about the same as any other evening and I'm actually surprised the comedown didn't hit me harder. I sort of expected the light depressive feeling to increase in intensity but instead it vanished.

All in all I would say it was a pleasant experience. I think the extremely bearable comedown was because of the relatively low dose I took. I must say that this experience carried the least negative comedown of any of the 'harder' drugs I've tried (MDMA, methylphenidate, cocaine and various opiates - I'm comparing this comedown to the immediate comedown following MDMA, methylphenidate and cocaine and the 'comedown' I experience from opiates which usually starts 24 hours after ingestion). I'm aware that the experience probably wouldn't be the same if I took it again tomorrow as my dopamine and serotonin levels and supplies probably aren't what they would be after being sober for several weeks (which, not including alcohol and three small joints, I was before this). I'm fairly sure that if I had dosed higher than 15 mg or if I had redosed, the comedown would be much worse so I'm glad I didn't do this. ]

have`it

Reverberand

Apatic, atipic, apteric, ascultam ce zice Chubby; cum rasfoieste cuvintele cu vocea de straniu vin sacrilegiu divin numit DORIN. Liviu Zaharia. 1977-1987...1997-2007, Nunti, Filipi, Lisci... ai lui, ai cui, al cui? Precum cand CARTEA S-A DESCHIS,... LA PRIMUL RAND, M-AM INTRUPAT INTRISTAT, SCORNIND TIPTIL, ERATA, pana la ultimul rand.

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ANABASIS KALIKANZAROS

: Iunie 20, 2006

DISOLUTIONERS GATHERING ( INTERPROCESSIVE MIND SLIDING )

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* --------------------------------------------------------------- "..MMMMMmmmm !!!...iiiiiiaaakkkkhhh !!!...blleAhh !! ... HUH ! -CE- cat masa'n cur am baut ?!?...siii...Ce Mama Dracu 'i cu chilotii astia de matase-dama pe cap?!! AoleO-LLeO-LleO! ...camera...tavanu'...totu' se misca'n juru' mi ...AaauuLLU!! Ma dor oasele si toate alea de parca m-ar fi pitrocit cu maiu' cinci gealati... ...greata...capu' tandari...

aaufff-oleommamammmhh..."

__ Obosit ca un val pipernicit arand un ocean fara hula, ma trezesc nauc- bocciu cu ochii' ntepati sadic de lampa de birou rasturnata fix langa teasta' mi pulsand si bubuind ciudat। Creierul mi-e total expandat in lichefierea'i metalica. Doamne ! Ce dracu'tot gandesc?! Am un gust uscat-cleios-acru in ceru' gurii si-mi simt tampla stanga si pometele amarnic jupuite de perii covorului gros. In timp ce ma adun de pe jos cu greutate, imi revine' n minte seara trecuta dar nu si restul noptii. Pasesc inspre zona mai putin densa a intunericului, oarecum oblico-vertical, onduland nesigur. Despart precaut draperiile grele si ochii' mi zvacnesc spasmodic, injunghiati de hidoasa fanta de lumina. Aaa - uite jos piscina' n care' am baldabac az' noapte. Phiiiii !! Iaca pozna ! : Sunt la podu' Nilului, hotel Omar Khayyam. ! Alta' n curu' Stanii! ...Ceee...parca... La Dracu'!! Parca mi s 'aduna gandurile -firicele 'ntr-un suvoi-amintire.

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[ Ya rabb bekamal-e lotf khass-am gardan...

Divane-ye khud khan o khalas-am gardan. ]

=Switch'd HUMAYUN=

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(23 August 2003 h 00.45-Prislop)
[..." M-am culcat intr-o dimineata a lunii Misra, dupa 8 cani cu arak vorbite toate noaptea cu cela zalud : Djibril-Zeyn-el'abd'Djinn'al Raz-bin Nawaf'ibn'as Sukrek,langa Maquam-ul lui El XIN cel cu lumina ochilor curatata in Zem Zem, cel care se simtise indeajuns e pacatos incat sa cheme la Wird doar stelele cele mangaiate de affreti. De mult timp El XIN era onorat la fiecare 5 ani cu un Mulid total aparte. De 20 de ani luam si eu parte la sarbatoare, cu oarba ravna.In precedentele trei ocazii festivitatea imi dadu'ocazia sa ma dezlan in tandari de'avana depravare haotica.'N'asa hal incat pana si-un neutru precum swami Vivekananda ma reboteza fara talc drept alde DHIMM KALIKANZAROS SAHIB-BAZM-OQALAM .De 15 ani numarul demnvenitilor se tot imputina,ultimele doua sarbatori fiind desertate de tot mai multi.Iar de data asta chiar si dervisii 'ai rotitori plecara iute goniti de preasuia duhoare raspandita de kurbasha mea argasita si fragezita cu urina de pisica. Uite d'aia nemaiputand noi, eu si Djibril nu contenisem a comenta aprinsi toata seara si buna parte din noapte, cat de dat in moasa'sa mai este Fahr'ad'din Gorgani in"Cronica cea Minunata a Nemaipomenitilor Mobad, Sahr'banu,Ramin si Vis" si ce spumoase carlige narative releva stilistica astuia.Daca la primele cani de arak mai cazuram de acord ca romanul Gorganianului onziemist ascundea foarte sprintara pseudognoseologie a hiatusului cert dintre ridicolul monogamiei si fertilitatea adulterului,pe la a sasea cana pantecoasa de "carmazul huryei" deja ne paruiam ca orbetii, Djibril fornaind ca (hac!) ala ascunde o morala de latrina intr-o fluiditate de lapte si miere a discursului,iar eu balmajind lugubru ca -ete fleasc!d'aia nu mai poate labagiu' ala de morala lu' peste,dan moment ce da fapt era un sarantoc scopit d'atata invidie.Deja pe la a saptea cana ne proptise'm frunte'n frunte cu ochii abia mijiti, zbierand pitigaiat unu' spre'alalalt cum ca prospetimea epica a respectivului este ba bengoasa, ba namoloasa. Ma rog; de la un anumit punct, adanc osteniti, ne priveam deopotriva blazati-condescendenti, duhnind de'atata'ndogatire : "-Whazaa'Sahib? -Pai...cu gandu' la cum se'ntampla alde Hassan'ibn'as Sabbah si gasca lui. - Hai na! ce vrei;proie du jongleur!". Si da'i 'nainte tot asa cu inutilul. P'orma... imi aminte cetos ca'mi trageam agasat gluga djallabyei peste ochii'aproape'nchisi si ma culcusam vag ghemuit in nisipul fin, strangand in mana stanga codirisca scurta din tibie de tap a kurbashei si'n a'dreapta cana de tabla smaltuita albastru. Cu creierii bine'ncleiati,in timp ce adormeam,bombaneam grohaind ragusit spre Djiby: "-Ce'z'sasi ? aa ? Aaa!Chestia aia prea rotund amestecata cu " < <>>". Bine-bine,multam de efort, multam da spiel. Numa'caa...mmm...Ba Navlecule! Io's grecotei dupa dume-nume, dahoi si daimon dupa spirit si chtonogenet dup'a mea nascare mhm; si p'orma ce serbetu' meu tot stai cu curu'n doua samare cand ai doar un catar!?Pa' bine baa... Eblis Rebegit! Numa'n limita dantre doua lumi soaptele'ti excitate? 'T'ar capu'al'reacu' d'evaziv lesinat! IIIIh!! 'R'ai'al 'iaca'lui! ca esti numa o umbra'mpleticita,un suport de burnus,o chicotela tampa de pleostit Lurens al Rabiei! Un hardau in care'ncape juma'da feddan de prostie... camilele tale au raie bactriana si tu te pisi impotriva Khasimului dageaba caa...tot sub burta calului tau o sa crapi... s'o sa ai tu parte de Meded dan parti!iihi..mmsi.. plesni'te-ar amocku'ngg...sukrekit betiv ce esti...hrsss...". Intre timp alde Djibril sforaia demult. Activitate la care dealtfel am purces si eu cu toata voinicia. Presupun. Apoi...Apoi... ma reunesc eu cu mine insumi intr-o amiaza tarzie aramita de un crepuscul lenes. Ma trezesc subit in fata moscheii Nebi Daniel (Imaginea acesteia imi pare de o fulminanta sobrietate, drept pentru care in gand trimit la decojit Moscheea Albastra din 'Sta'bul).In juru'mi nimeni,pustiu de oameni, animale, pasari.De'a stanga si'a dreapta'mi doua giulgii copte de in iordanizat. 'Nainte'mi o gramajoara de nisip auriu siluita de trei picaturi de sange. 'N'urma'mi cinci pene de quetzalli.Deasupra'mi, vibrand in aerul imobil,soapta transfigurat monotona a sclavului Bilal : " ...in'sha''llah...Makka!...in'sha'llah...". Intre talpile'mi crapate limba smulsa a unui cimpanzeu batran. In mana stanga un kurbash, in cea dreapta un styl de plumb. Inlauntru'mi, un volum de vid alb, sufocant prin senzatia de unicitate neinsingurata transmisa. Mi se intuneca vederea, ma preling pe pamantul pietros, ma chircesc orizontal si adorm incovrigat, pentru a ma trezi intr-o hruba lunga, bland boltita,cu peretii din caramizi brune smaltuite. Sub lumina spectrala, vert-fonce, Alexandra isi hacuie sevaletul de atelier cu o secure dubla, pe coada careia e scrijelit stangaci,cu litere inegrite de foc,XIRON. __________ ____________________________________________________ ...Full Black-Out. Unica Vaga Perceptie...Vid.Vid. Suspensie. ......................................................................... Impietrit urmaresc scena. O stare, un timp, uu...u... uun mmomm!...mmmomment! cuuu... cccc...uumplit de cunoscut, simtit intim, personal, un moment mereu idem configurativ, o stare de ondulatoriu palpabil, chinuitor de prezent sentiment desfigurativ, o sfera de vaste senzatii, perceptii, respirate drept naucitor de important cumul transfigurativ...definit drept...EU. Eu. EU...MERCURIUS Marian. MERCKURYO MARIAN. Mercurius Hiperboreus. Marian Merck-Ur-Y-Om-Arian...Marian Diacu. Abscons ascuns in Mascariciul Alb al Chintrei de Ambra, AKA White Jester of Amber Kyntra, dit Le Pasquin Blanc du Ambre de Kintre. Disjuns in Ravenis Kalikanzaros Periplousus Chtonogenetou, zis Sahr'el Khalid ibn Kaan Z'Arouz. Eu,Maimuta-Peste, Jaguarul-Uliu, Sabia-Pin, Ghepardul-Delfin, Mimul-Acronim. Eu,Mhrabout Rifiel Kukykokolomo Loloma Macikumba. Eu, Gerizu Drako Pelsagau Kuz Kogaion, alias Kalias Maginulfas Pontifex Verbum. Eu, Kyntrakynokymatrah Amtrashivamidzhar Boddhisattva ...EU, XIN EUXIN. EU,XIRON XIN. EU...XIRON.EU. EU, SALBATICIE, Dementa Arborescenta, Decomprimare, Dispersie, Fuziune, Fisiune, Punct. EU. !Dar EA?Unde este Ea?!Unde e Alexandra!? UNDE? Scanteie.Tresar.Observ.Tresar.Violent.Preaplin sufocant. Inghetat, gatuit...observ. Simt, zaresc, percep, inteleg. Fulgerare de'o secunda, multicolora, caleidoscopica, eruptie imagistica pazita de nefilimi si cherubini. Aceeasi Viziune-Obsesie. Prabusindu-se peste mine strivitor. Indiferent de evolutia fundalului. Atempic. ALEX, Sevaletul, Securea, Hruba, Smaraldiul, Eu. Ritm sisific al respiratiei. Enorma mea vinovatie, dureros constientizata, indefinit invaluita insa de continuitatea inextricabila a marsului meu. Haotic in frenezia'i nepasatoare, furibund in neodihna'i visatoare. Marsul eternului peregrin spiritual,nemilos cu sine si crud cu ceilalti, ars de setea calatoriei, consumat de foamea tintelor etape. Insensibilitatea hierophaniei culisand pe senzitivitatea epiphaniei. Fecunditatea hagiographiei educata prin sterilitatea olographiei. Autarkeia Graphein.Ideatic mono-sacralic punctuat de factic omni-profanic. REALITATEA Visului. Exista. Dar...exista mai ales VISUL Realitatii.