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Culted by the ways of salt
Written by Buntz Doom, February 5th, 2009   

Creeping through the caves of old.
Searching for a rotting cadaver.
I want AIDS!
Let life kill you.

For millions of years I’ve wandered.
For billions of cult I’ve sod.
There is a darkness in her that’s hungry.
Sexuality.

On the seventh day there was blood.
And on the fourth she knows only sod.

Goat of the living dead!
Goat of the living dead!
Goat of the living dead!
Goat of the living dead!

I fucking thrust death inside you.
Spilling goatshit in troth!
Oh, it’s such a fucking mess.
Lean onto my throat and press.

Supposedly, she would hold a large butchers knife against the throat of the injured animal. Just before she orgasmed, the knife was thrust into the animal’s jugular. The blood would blossom. Once the animal had died, she would dismember the corpse and bury the pieces throughout her property.

Several months later.
The rotten limbs were exhumed.
She fucked the stench.
She.
Oh, shit, she was Goated!

And then, my friend, there was sod!
Goat of the living dead!

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Author: Buntz Doom


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Ushered forth into thine conduct of Gringoid Ways
Written by Oak McIlwain, February 3rd, 2009   

Forth: thine must be ushered.
Forth: into the conduct of Gringoid

It is imperative that the knowledge be imparted
Lest cast it away to be lost in the fire of time

Back in times of old
Whence barren women huddled around vulture corpses to feed
Was culted a way hidden from the lay man
The way of the gringoid

Spoiled was the vast land from the great ocean east
to the mountains, curving in a arch from west to north and east

Gone were the times of the banana paddle pop
The Twinkie; much culted, had dwindled in the lives of men

A rod was taken
and given and taken
A rod of sod
was given
Given and then taken
Taken; given taken

One lord of war was a devout follower of the ways
Blood was spilt
Through fear the lord held the sacred ground of sod
but in secret one of his cult deemed his testes foul in content
Years of fetid mcJizmo down a semi moistened passageway held sway
But in this event; the event of eventual dismay

Some say to be wary of Greeks bearing gifts
I say all but the gringoid shall perish

Those: foul women chewing vulture cartilage
Those: men who oppose the rein of sod
Thine: Becometh one with me oh demons, cast aside

A rod was taken
and given and taken
A rod of sod
was given
Given and then taken
Taken; given taken

infighting was plentiful

Riots: The last remaining Twinkies fuelled a violent uprising
Hidden: remained the last of the jewels of the old world
The holy rod in the well moistened passageway of the lord

Enshrined with all but the power to create
This is the divine fate of those who stand long

The heart of Hod
Shall lead the Gringoid
to the rod of sod

May it’s essence continue; unwaveringly
May the rod remain tainted; everlasting


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Heiled be, the corn of scorn
Written by Buntz Doom, January 29th, 2009   

Deepened.
Abyss of entrance.
With reverence, gaze unto the corn of ages.
With reverence, reduce yourself to a fine powder.
With social awareness, kill someone who is well-liked in the community.

I entered the abyss.
Faced with the corn of scorn.
I left.
Again, I entered.
I left…

I cannot wait to die.
I entered.
I left.
I often buy groceries late in the evening.
It’s a better way to shop, muchacho.

Oh, deepness is a virtue.

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Author: Andrew Buntine


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An older ambient track
Written by Oak McIlwain, January 21st, 2009   

Open the gate.


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Lateral Perfection in Poetry
Written by Oak McIlwain, January 5th, 2009   

Thanks to the lion for being so nice
if only she came from the land of the spice

Exception rules when rules will hide
Of you and me whose laughs are tied
To break the mold of eyes confined
A timeless path; True endless mind

I looked into my own third eye
Then slowly I began to cry
It seemed the only way to solve this game
was to destroy or to create

am I a muse, a distraction an escape?
Is that why you needed me?
now you will see that what you thought you held
was just one more illusory world

Anyone who does not see
Hurts by the very nature of non-seeing
Raised only to function for society
Is it any wonder we are all empty?

When we inflict pain due to obstructed nature
Without knowledge of our action
Is simply changing a few causes of pain enough to liberate humanity?

And when the bell tolles
It all falls down
A marvellous miracle
of miraculous clowns


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Heiled be, the sin of Sod
Written by Buntz Doom, January 5th, 2009   

Heiled be, the sin of Sod. The Dark Abyss is throbbing…

Keep your daughters locked up.
In the basement.
For I am one one.
The nether-one
The foaming one.

The graveyard yearns for me.
Calls for the deepening are lusting for hills of yonder.
Orgies of putrid black gore, he responds.
Just me, I remark.
Oozing vile shit.
For the ones I cannot help but cult.

Join me.
Molester the fester.
In war, only the ancient felch is real.
Powdered ethnic for my pipe.
Sodomize the men first!

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This is just a small human-rights peice I am working on…

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Author: Buntz Doom


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Conscious Thought is a Heavenly Muse
Written by Oak McIlwain, December 15th, 2008   

The secret is hidden in the very fabric of space/time
The moment is of infinite depth
The immeasurable is eternal
The insurmountable is illusory

Consciousness is space
Thought is matter
Just as matter dances within space
So does thought dance in consciousness?
They are two sides of the same coin

The individual is the doorway between heaven and earth
Human beings are searching for doorways without realising that they are a doorway
The true self is the whole (holy)
The body is god’s hand
Unconscious thought is divine obstruction
Conscious thought is a heavenly muse


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Oh the throws that kitty knows
Written by Oak McIlwain, December 8th, 2008   

Oh the throws that kitty knows
Can bend and twist and touch the toes
Who hovers over light as snow
and touches all with a golden glow

Some said sin would judge the knowers
but those who knew were forest goers
Party folk disappear into the trees
As pan plays flute with the birds and bees

And a chain of desire is pulled forth from me
in some such way of tortured pleas
but I can only turn around and run
because the game hence forth has just begun

She sees me here and sees me there
and all the while is unaware
of deeper truths that pave the path
into the darkness in my heart


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Where Dwelleth Thine Kingdom?
Written by Oak McIlwain, December 3rd, 2008   

Silence is freedom, space and immortality

Freedom from thought is intelligence
Freedom from matter is spaciousness
Freedom from self is wholeness (holiness)

Holy Intelligent Spaciousness is the kingdom of heaven

Self is created by thought

Knowledge is merely the accumulation and repetition of thought

Innocence is the inability to be hurt (psychologically)

In silent stillness exists a realm beyond self, matter, space/time and thought

When thine becomes thee; all is revealed by the brilliance of objectivity


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Sharing some Insight
Written by Oak McIlwain, October 30th, 2008   

The bliss state arises when the thoughts are suspended (or when the subject of those thoughts is exposed as non-existent – thus the dissolution of duality. This is jyana yoga and can be very frightening without any other grounding such as mantra, selfless service, asana etc.)

When a human locks their mind on a single object the thoughts are suspended and the natural state is entered (beyond time/space).

During physical yoga there are several objects to lock the mind to. The asana, bundas and the pranayama.

The ease with which the mind will lock to these is in direct proportion to the psychological attachments of the individual (illusory self)

Thus explains the unseen reason that some aspirants enter the state more readily than others regardless of physical flexibility.

The average person is distracted from the locks by both external and internal fluctuations.

The inner is the outer thus the best path to remove psychological attachments is not by negation but by true personal insight.

That is, when one no longer fights with that within that is seen as negative and actually looks at it without bias or prejudice.

This is true learning.

When one can look at things clearly, the false will be seen to be illusory and fall away of its own accord.

By this method only the truth will remain.

Once the mind is easily locked to the single object there will come a time when the question is asked “what is the subject to which this object is locked?”

The enquiry, if sincere, will yield no answer and thus the subject will merge with the object; the atman (singular entity in natural state) will merge with the absolute.

Pure consciousness flowing unobstructed; as god painting with infinite brushes,
this inexplicable master piece.


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