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Let's all just all be one big community, okay?




This one is from the Noland Zoology Building. Look for the hidden member of the family Magnoliaceae!

Sounds good.

Now, about the Chemical Society (as I have had my poem of the same title returned to me):

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western thought
a mind buzz
locus point
and shredder
(a paper shredder, that is, to say)

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…
THROW OFF THOSE CHAINS!

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww…
THROW OFF THOSE CHAINS!

(and) welcome to the Chemical Society
a nuance of sobriety
over-launched and stumbling.

let’s sit in a little warm room
and vacuum tube
inside outside (binnder)
outside outsind linder binder

come over here and blush on me
just a little bit, your poetry (I mean)
in little steaming droplets
on my leg –
a full round ringing of a bell

pepper and rose petals
elastic band
guitar smoke and a
laser

beam.

I am a single ball of warmth

amorphous and
without boundary
someone takes their hand
and smears it across the page

* snap back *

and vision blurs sharp to the
left side

a breeze on the mountainside
push me down the valley slopes
over rocks
and tufts of grass

I’ll be so gentle
you’ll never see me come
in hilarity
oh, laughing and creased
an old man with little crooked teeth.

I delight! (and never need to sleep again,
you see…)

breathing
a waterfall on the inside
throat bone connected
to blue sun magic flag

flapping behind a bicycle.


look at those leaves, man!
that’s sweet shit
you wouldn’t even believe ‘ it.

my eardrums, I can’t avoid the beat
bass drum thump
comb back the hair

a shrine made
from my rib bones
and some yellow string –


maybe red.

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I really like it!
I really like it!

So, The Chemical Society is an organization of people who wish to use their brains, in short.
Together, we use the arts of meditation (brain chemicals) and moderate, intelligent external chemical use to expand our overall perceptions of the world.

It's juicy, I know.
Read the last post to join.
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I would also like to point you in the direction of an excellent website, 391.org. It's the continuation of Tristan Tzara's original DADA magazine, first published in 1917, and a goddamn good time. Plus , I have artwork up on the photostream.

IT'S A DOUBLE WHAMMY!!!!!!!!!

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First and foremost, some wonderful brain food.

Like chum in the water, gather around, my neuron-shark piece people, asunder!



This one's called 'bilk'.

I have four midterms this week. That is probably the most wonderful thing ever.



Okay.
So, now that that's over with, let's have some right proper fun.

First off, a never ending poem. (*just for you, of course.)

one, three -
he placed his foot on the floor
one, four -
his foot on the floor
foot ON the FLOOR.

a shimmer flickered there
a
shining flickered
on the floor.

one, three -
he placed his foot on the floor
one, four -
his foot on the floor
foot ON the FLOOR.

a shimmer flickered there
a
shining flickered
on the floor.

one, three -
he placed his foot on the floor
one, four -
his foot on the floor
foot ON the FLOOR.

a shimmer flickered there
a
shining flickered
on the floor.

You can repeat it as you'd like, of course. I do it and clap my hands as I walk to class. (Not very loud, however - that would be rather odd. [*joke])

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Ok, here's a second poem (chunk) and a nonrelated oath to a awesome pseudo-secret order. (* the order itself is not pseudo-anything, it's merely that the pseudo modifyer applies to the word secret, instead.)

•II•

in sanskrit they said
the verse was once

in books so leavened on the stairs
and I became the light reflected
there
in plastic artificial and
metal oxides
and
polymer alloy
driven to cry out and claw for breath and breath and breathing -

*COME BACK TO THE LIGHT!*

blinking I fell down here and I can't get back out!

*COME BACK TO THE DAY SO SEEPED IN LIFE, the organism!*

SACRED BOOK of the SIKHS

eighty-two, the number 82.

veranda.

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wow!
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now, the oath.

to join THE CHEMICAL SOCIETY, you must simply say the following oath:

"Welcome to The Chemical Society, a nuance of sobriety - cold goose duck turkey monkey shotgun smith on the pond, lighter.

I stand away from the flame.
I stand away from the closet-holes.

I hold in my hand the blessing that I recieved.

I wish to stand with my brothers and sisters - freedom of the mind is better than it thought." (*preliminary draft oath*)

Thanks.
You'll probably all wonder what the hell THE CHEMICAL SOCIETY is. It's too bad I can't tell you right now.

I'VE GOT A CHEMISTRY TEST.