nineninenine

 The Moon is nine, silver, icy as crescent,  but also full, bloody, hanging heavy in the firmament. Autumn's harvest moon has been ruddy and baleful hanging low over the valley walls. 

We all thirst for that moon juice; blood and (quick)silver

the path of the Moon is Qoph, signifying the back of the head, the subconcious, the backward way

and we have re-visited some cardinal points and haunts, the High Altar and Elgar 'falls

and reflected and refracted these spaces in the work

Thirsty Animal

New Cdr (and download): Live! at Club Maldoror

edition of 22. available at skullflower.bandcamp.com

on friday 1st October

CM is state of mind, like the magic theatre in Hesse's(and Hawkwind's) 'Steppenwolf'..

(another thirsty animal)

Our Avatar, our Flag

More tea vicar?

this bandcamp friday will see the revival of the sf refreshment tent in the form of tea.

A more refined, tho' heavy blend of Tulsi (holy (hindu) basil) field mushrooms from Settle, and Toadstool (S hath 'Seen the Toad'! and he was gross, but the Amanita are subtle 

(as serpents, or the golden frogs)

Last time round this was noted as a telltale of my hubris, my waterloo, by the eternally missed Simon Morris (from his sf 'preface')

Chester's Pennywise Blues Ceremonial Field Tea
You sat on the horse directing your Voltigeurs, hand in coat, and maybe that bourgeois Beethoven thing was in your head, and in a moment of puffed-up Toad the tea idea came. The packet has another Tenniel creature, but the contents turned out Humpty Dumpty. Like Summer Tempests Came His Tears. And surely now her tears will flow. Because they all saw that one, and it was cursed somehow, this tea, and you got the blues at the crossroads now alright, although you prefer the crossroads to the circle, and the tea didn't kill people but somehow many creatures began to quack in an outlandish and unnatural fashion and you tried to stay silent, alarmed at your involuntary ventriloquism, and many voices came and you slept not:

excepting, that I slept deeply, as I do.

He is freaking out because he's happy to be home. Playboy is a little disapproving, 

but Domino is Punching Holes in Boats...

Blood Harvest

was a title from the first sf 12", I think I was thinking of the Aztec God, Xipe Totec, Our Lord the Flayed One, who wore the skin/flesh of his sacrifices, who were flayed then harried through the corn fields so their blood would adorn and bless the crops. These days a simpler fruitifying sates our humble needs, sweet berries in profusion on the margins of the horses fields, and noise-brambles and trinkets have accrued, all which will be laid out at our humble digital market-store tomorrow 3/9. As ever, we are thankful for your kind indulgence....