The Soundtrack at Glen Erin is the sound of the travel freeway.
So strange for here, but it is a sound of starlight.Time stand still and travel.
All visible, starlight

Spell Cast Over Many a Long Year

Decades, actually. So we're wedded to meaning it.

All That is Hidden

Made manifest in its time. The mask must come off. The New, New Black Mansion would like to remind our immense readership that in order to raise the vibrational frequency of the entire planet, we must actually do so in our personal ecosystems. Fear is so last year. The incredible gauchery that's befouled the Walla Walla fashion scene of late has been dreary on a scale that nearly requires, nay, screams for an outpouring of prose so pensive, ponderous and puce as to invoke a mixed print hex of some sort (probably involving purple paisley) in order to counter the sartorial absurdity that's spread like a virus through the populace. This is why, for a change, the fashion forecast this season calls for a rejection of certain forms of obfuscatory face gear as it impedes our lols. Forced fashion faux pas are not funny even if they do improve one's looks, so says the oracle. Unless the terrible trend is taken as an opportunity to don disguise, in which case, we have no quibbles, disguise being the better part of valor. We're mostly dressing as Karl Lagerfeld and Elvis this season. Simultaneously. There's also some MC Hammer. The harem pants.  It's coming off splendidly. The point of this post is to appeal to our vast readership to reject the stupidity. We've been writing many posts that haven't seen the light of pixelated day, but this has been due to our immersion in research. In other words, we've binged Ab Fab. We're providing study material below. Prolly don't need to mention dance. Ring the bell. School's back in. Also I know why the black hole is a disco inferno. But that has to do with dance and you can too.

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Having run.

Home.Agaain

South. Oregon.

We'll Dance, No Matter.

We move as a matter of survival.

Nocturnal Transmissions Continue Apace

The Hoodoo Altar's instruction continues. It's a complex subject, the interface with an occult super-computer. Medium and message coalesce in the operations, from which emerge strange events. This, now, with the materialization of something long postulated. Perfect singularity. Phoenix has spoken and this does not get easier to explain. This mystical coalescence with chaos has been a long emergence, which has warped material in so many ways now. Lulu did begin this with a foray into Sugarland and her subsequent escape back to Walla Walla. This, dear readers, has been a long strange trip, and will soon lead back to Southern Oregon. Of course the trip really started in Kingman. Half way between Las Vegas and Phoenix. But that is a long, long story now.

This pathway of the rhizome may or may not continue to evolve, as other avenues open. Understanding always follows behind process, not the other way around, so it's hard to say. As ever, dance remains a key, which explains the format of this piece. Dance in non-optional in this survival tale. Sleaze Bang is the next leg of this wild ride to infinity. Majick is awfully interesting. Whatever the outcome, we have experienced some amazing badassery and that's a beautiful, holy and harrowing thing.

This.

Transmission. Will change.

RIght now, in a false reality.
Referencing, necessarily, reality,
and all of the iterations of that idea,
But let's not do Hamlet just now,
Becomes, darling, daring, a more terrible
conundrum. Punctuation where to bend,
with the remover. A twisted mark, ever
forsaken. Full fathom, with the remover,
to remove, of his bones, coral-made.

The vision is sometimes difficult. That is
to the overseers because, ha, ha, ha.