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black monolith rituals from the old world

gathered together with my 667 guild brother, artist lucien shapiro, and expert film-maker arvid wuensch, this last week saw the performance of a very special ritual here in the depths of the old world.

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for now, might i share a few images from the locales of the sun-down segment of the invokation, but hint that further still-image evidence will be forthcoming within the coming weeks.

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how i will also reveal that a short-film and music video will result from this communion, in association with anette records, and shall be unveiled at a time when all things are in their correct place… stay tuned for more information…

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desert sand serenades in blown-out monochrome no.1

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out into the saturated image field… desert sand serenades in blown-out monochrome… fire temples half-submerged in the rolling dunes… black snakes etch verse across the glinting vistas… campfire communion ritual incantations as the blazing sun sinks behind the distant mountain range horizon…

tone poem utterance gazing into the flaming embers… crystals strewn betwixt flickering candles… the desert sky circles the scene, trailing starlight firmament in kaleidoscopic spirals… droning distant winds murmur, the night undulating and coercing the beckoning…

a black bull lashed to the back of a flat-bed… dry lake, dirt road, hosed in petrochemicals… pump-jacks wince in the psychedelic dawn… wandering out into the spill, clawing in the wake… there is a tape recorder inside the sun… a blood-orange-glow  burning out the backs of our eyes…

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black monoliths over new jerusalem no.3

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mapping out the meaningless void while the city writhes and coils, undulating in the darkness, slowly changing its shape, twisting and turning, contracting and expanding… spectral torment sketched out along the dark streets, haunting the city with myriad tales of the slow failing… ghosts haunt pale-faced pedestrians, murmuring betwixt poured-concrete piazzas and glass-shard tower-blocks…

black monoliths looming in the desolation, bleak and oppressive… streets flooded with rainwater mixed with fuel and decay… cathedrals bleeding tears onto the shoulders of shivering parishioners… listless districts swarming with emergency vehicles, taxi cabs, prison transports; couriers ferrying suspect packages for hidden mahogany boardroom tables…

a sense of expanding peril and doubt rising up from the storm-drains, ascending stairwells, elevator cables, fire escapes… stretching out above the chaotic muttering, chattering, whispering, negotiating, screaming, cajoling; controlling… sidewalks burn with false promise under the crescent moon, hanging like an ivory blade above the reinforced steel towers… reasoning collapsing in the dizzying, spiralling dreaming…

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