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wormtooth nation. the new addiction.

episode three

krishna ringtones eh? has a nice ring to it.

this just in...

tonight the pixies of pixies arrived back into Houston. Juliett Jade has graced us with her presence after a seven month stint abroad. don't get too comfy, she'll be leaving again soon. perhaps to wisk off back to Turkey and re-join her blue eyed "boyfriend" in his cowboy cave or pick sun ripened grapes by the kilo or finish her studies at Mystery School in Italy. for now though, we are eager and joyful to be in her midst. there is a large fete in the works at the end of May (making up for the lack of New Year festivities months prior) in honour of JJ's arrival and Miss. Prekerrious's departure on to new and more exciting adventures. (think: vernacularly mastered evites from jade, amazing buffet tables of raw edible delights, goji berry juice in fancy glasses, all the freaks Houston can muster up as well as those who consider themselves on the less freaky side, madd spinning poi and fire streaks in the night sky, unpredictable sights and sounds. drums? amazingly random playlists? karaoke into the wee hours of the morn?)

we sat on Kerry's plush bed tonight, doting on Jade. massaging her hands and feet, feeding her fresh fruit and calling upon the Goddess cards. she recited some of the many tales of her latest journeys and told us each about our Turkish boyfriends. Jade declares that the young blue eyed fruit farmer, named Timur, who sells figs and nuts from his roadside stand and wears a tall, red fez (with style) is waiting for me eagerly. his cousin, Ahmet, ardently awaits Kerry's arrival. and Ankah, perhaps, the hot air ballon driver that she met at the "Fat Boy" bar in town. a trip to Turkey is in the works. figs, after all,  are my favorite fruit.

there's a small tribe of pixies, faeries and elves in Houston. we work magic and heal. we hold the space for the city and keep the Vortex lively. it's gettin' hip down here!

more from the famous Jade:

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think.

facebook

there are many reasons we should be questioning this and other sites. what are the motives? who is really overseeing the data that we put on the internet? facebook, myspace, blogsites.....it's all there.

"By all means be selfish; the right way. Wish yourself well, labour at what is good for you. Destroy all that stands between you and happiness. Be all; love all; be happy; make happy. No happiness is greater."

"Fear and greed cause the misuse of the mind. The right use of mind is in the service of love, of life, of truth, of beauty."

"If you imagine yourself as separate from the the world, the world will appear as separate from you and you will experience desire and fear. I do not see the world as separate from me and so there is nothing for me to desire, or fear."

"Were I very rich, what difference would it make? I am what I am. What else can I be? I am neither rich nor poor, I am myself."

"Knowledge gives power. In practice it is very simple. To control yourself, know yourself."

"There is no chaos in the world, except the chaos which your mind creates."

-Nisargadatta Maharaj

mosquitos, death and other things.

viral warfare is back. in fact, it never left. forget MK ultra. forget dropping balloons of virus infected mosquitos on African American neighborhoods. forget about spraying unsuspecting citizens on the New Jersey Turnpike with unknown viruses as they drive to work everyday. forget it. 

we live in a toxic world. one in which there is a disregard for life. all life. 

all life. including my own. i live in Babylon. in case i had recently forgotten.

with that toxic fog spewing out of it's spout, the truck slowly drives down each street again and again spraying a fine mist of toxic chemies that apparently kills mosquitos- and anything else that might get in its way. they call it the Bug Truck. there is something about the low drone of the Death Truck (as i properly refer to it), a haunting hum really, that sends me to pasts lives of mine where i was in the gas chambers knowing it was all coming to an end. really soon. other fatal memories collide with that one and then things get hazy. i choke. i am trapped in fear and mental chaos. government retaliation and distrust are thrown into the mix. these are not sweet, pastoral memories. 

you never know when it will come. they don't tell you. how convenient. 

tonight as i was walking with my dogs, that all too familiar sound approached. i panicked. clearly we were going to get sprayed. walking down the street. unknown, unidentified chemicals sprayed on us. all in the name of killing mosquitos. that is bad enough. but the fact that i don't know if that is what is really happening, is actually worse. 

this is chemical warfare. blatant chemical warfare. and the citizens are down with it because they are trapped in a mental fear game. a fear of mosquitos. they will blindly trust their local authorities to spray known carcinogens into the dead night air for fear of contracting West Nile Virus or something worse perhaps. 

freaks i tell you. freaks. they are all freaks.

but when you speak out against these blatant chemical attacks, you  become the freak. 

irony. 

so occasionally when i am nonchalantly ambling down the street in the early evenings with my dogs, i will get "nixed." wormy gassed. attacked with noxious vapors. i am part of their experiment. i am part of this life experiment. and we have no clue what could happen next. 

(additional info. thanks to several calls and more unanswered questions. two of the chemicals sprayed regularly are known. they are Kontrol 33 and Voulgart. thanks.)