12.11.2012 Views

Join My Cult - Original Falcon Press

Join My Cult - Original Falcon Press

Join My Cult - Original Falcon Press

SHOW MORE
SHOW LESS

You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles

YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.

Robert: A northernmost star. North is always the direction of the<br />

future, of the unknown. It is what we’re pushing towards right now.<br />

Crazy Fingers: The path of Gimel leads across that desert; the high<br />

priestess, the virgin. Her color (on the king scale) is blue, her number is<br />

3. 139. Of course 139 is our number for the path of the Bacchante, perhaps<br />

seeking absolution in the annihilation of opposites? The conflict,<br />

and thus the darkness or confusion, is the product of a contradictory<br />

energy: daleth, the wife, 4. Which all goes back to a series of experiments<br />

I began in March. These are all different vibrations within the<br />

same domain, different shades: light blue, dark blue. There are also correlations<br />

with the color green, (number 7), that I have yet to investigate,<br />

(beyond 3+4.)<br />

Robert: What in God’s name are you talking about you deranged<br />

fuck?<br />

Leri: Everything is a metaphor.<br />

Anne: I thought everything is a frequency?<br />

Leri: Even frequencies are metaphors.<br />

Anne: Lately I have been having a hard time understanding people<br />

when they are speaking to me. I usually just have to nod my head and<br />

pretend. I think it’s these hypnotic drugs Leri has been feeding me.<br />

Leri: (LOOKING AT ANNE WITH A LECHEROUS SMILE.) Sex<br />

can be a functional sacrifice for nearly any number, although the rite is<br />

different dependent on the quality of the number.<br />

(CAMERA PANS TO LEFT, FOCUSING ON BLACK OSIRIS<br />

AND CRAZY FINGERS.)<br />

Black Osiris: (MUMBLING, LISTENING TO WALKMAN)<br />

…People think I’m talkin code… Tryin’ to get a mainline to illuminatory<br />

consciousness… Revelations had in this. (TURNS OFF WALKMAN,<br />

TURNS TO CRAZY FINGERS.) Yo dog, the other night, I’m dialed up<br />

on the m’fuckin morphone, sailin’ down the Nile…<br />

Crazy Fingers: (ASIDE, ALSO MUMBLED) The Secret Chiefs<br />

cooked you up a shot?<br />

Black Osiris: Yeah she got me high waiting on hold, face shifting n’<br />

seeing poppyred Tarots pulled… She was all, “sorry there is no Ankh-F-<br />

Na-Khonsu at that address… Are you looking for the Priest-Prophet of<br />

Infinite Space Haar-Poor-Krat?”<br />

65

Hooray! Your file is uploaded and ready to be published.

Saved successfully!

Ooh no, something went wrong!