OUROBOROS RING
Monthly Status Update 2.18.2025
The time has come ... Bitter cold is upon us ... Come dancing !!!
O.R. tenderly approached live entropy last month, with M and one murder ballad to a room of Warren Zevon fans Jan. 24.
A stood smiling in the crowd, looking cool (M didn't know you can use your passport to get into a bar if your ID is expired).
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2-9-25: The moon a dark circlet in perspective. Flat was the sky and white. Like an eye. Parades were held every morning and noon and afternoon and evening and night and midnight. Dancing in the streets jingling and shining gillie suits of ribbon and tinsel and bells. Copper horns wrought out of dishpans and bed frames. Laughter. And fireworks blotting the sky screaming into the air drenching the performers below. Yellow tissue ran through the gutters in pulpy streaks.
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Divination is an acquirable skill. Survey the world, become ultra receptive to foreign energies ...
record confidential intel by observing leaves and tree bark.
Attune yourself to the prophetic implications of recurring symbols & patterns. It's easy and fun!
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2-13-25: Snow falls loosely off the garage's shingled roof. It falls like sifted flour and lays in great unbroken lumps across our yard. The garden is frozen and buried. As is the staircase. The door to the garage is similarly affected, its key hole freezing over and its handle stiff as a cadaver. In that whooshing darkness inside the garage two automobiles silent and gleaming like beetles hibernating within a rotted tree limb. For three days the snow visited. It grew like columns of white ash and it grew like a predatory life form dominating an environment unable to resist. The air glowed silvery and speckled. There was no night, no day. The half light seemed to hum fluorescent, and every hour was similarly illuminated.
2-16-24: Big boobs. And my legs are soft and my hair is long and delicate and there is not a scar or blemish on my body and I am beautiful so beautiful and there was never any time I was not beautiful and I am surrounded by beauty and softness. She holds me open, passing my legs to one side gingerly as if I were an ancient tome she was padding through. The window is white. Our mouths undulating from ajar to agape and our soft and beautiful and delicate hands trace the other so perfect it might have sound like crystal singing.
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New O.R. works are still imminent. Until then, burn one and watch a weird movie!!!
♥♥♥ Our Cat Pic of the Month is frequent O.R. collaborator, tail-chaser Michi: ♥♥♥
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'til next month ... Keep on Rottin' in the Free World!