The Cathedral

Twenty Thousand Trumpets all scream,
The Terrible bricks in Alignment Glitter,
Theirs are Dimensions in holiest formation.
What sequence persists, forming Monumental Shadows
and Breathless sepulchral Views, One Hundred Times True!
Bony-eyed Gargoyles Teeming on Towers, vaulted and arched,
stretching for sunlight in the Optimum Gloom.
Here While our chanting Brothers resist the Poking Gentle
Spears from Above,
The Catacombs Whisper a soft stagnant Meadow of Sin.

Unknown Master of North Indian Percussion....Jiarwad Bhagavishnivad

Many people know of the glory of Indian music traditions. It's totally groovy, though, when one discovers that one knows nearly nothing about one of the most incredible percussionists of all time. The secret and silently legendary beyond human conception mastery and mystery of

JIARWAD BHAGAVISHNIVAD has left some scholars wondering: "WTF"

Virtually almost hardly nothing is not nearly known whatsoever about this truly enigmatic character of mythical proportions. I happened to find an manuscript a few years ago that gave me some idea about how far-out were the techniques of this dude. The book was only about 13,000 pages long but i read the first half in less than 8 years. By the time, I'd reached the 83rd chapter, I realized there was a cypher wedged into the strange narrative that was impressively unsolvable by machines and humans alike. I spent weeks studying the cryptic codes but it was obvious that the information was much more advanced than anything I would ever be able to comprehend. There was also that weird book chapter about Asad al Fahd and the connection between Persian musical proclivities and the intermingling of these styles with the north Indian traditions. Well, essentially Asad al Fahd and Jiarwad Bhagavishnivad are believed to have played a duet in the legendary "Hall of Records" located under the front paws of the Sphinx near Cairo in Egypt. This would have taken place in June or July of the year 1889, but there is no way for anyone to confirm whether or not this actually ever happened.

Anyway this book changed my life. I didn't want anyone else to find and read it and learn all of the amazing rhythmic secrets it contained so I burnt the son of a bitch a couple of months ago. If anyone knows anything at all about Jiarwad Bhagavishnivad, please tell me everything. And if you have or know anyone who has ever seen a photograph of the man, it is a holy imperative that you get me in touch with this.

SERVANTs of SIROZON....chapter 2

Suck the Dagger of Purple Fumes releasing. Where the Raging Magma Ejaculates

into the Air in Foaming Force and the Froth of the Vacuum exceeds and then keeps on exceeding. Hermes pretends to hear the Bricks in the Stars of the Rainbow Ruin or the Blue Quivering Spice in his Spells. And there again in the churning abandonment of all Reason, caressing the night winds on the Mountains of Mastery, there also is SIROZON in a cloak on a throne of Perpetual and Perfect Rapture never ending. In the Sacred Grove, where the chanting jewels and the cackling crystals of forever rejoice in their majesty, let the powders sublime and elegant elixirs supply us with power, endless dominant sparkling endless Superior Power of the Highest variety, enthroned in Sacred Eruptions of Perfection !!!

We seriously Throttle the Curve of Space on the backward-spinning Decaying Discs of Destiny. Solid was the door which melted before, when we seated ourselves in the Coach of the Boar, careening between the walls of the cave, majestic again in granite and blessed with the cool glaze of a flustered Ruby breeze. Whereby these in the So-Called Comet of Rotting Fleshes, where a Jackal slept or made its way, the billowing black coughing chokes the gray skies of Heaven.......

Servants of SIROZON....chapter 1

Infinite is the power of SIROZON and his power exceeds in the radiant glory of Everlasting Eternal EXXYLCROTH !!! The Sapphires in the Roaring Rare Forests of Infinite Insanity commence to expand in Cataclysmic vapors of Delirious Delight. All Spasmic wonder collides in Unison as the this hour of our power and the luscious porcelain vibrance of all telepathic magnitude brings up fresh flowing flames from the fountain of the the fast-floating future. The Delightful Dreams which Drip like Daggers from the Whispering Moons of Oblivion are always calling the Names of our Perfumed Mountain Engine. Then Thus those 40 and 11 and 15 true names afloweth evermore in Diamond Canopies Aglow, until seasons withering collapse in a Nebula of Visions almighty and glorious!! Toward naked stars or the serpents entwined, with the Emerald Carcass of the Hydra-Headed Hermaphro-Hawk Hovering within the swimming liquid Pearl of Squirming Destiny, Let those chanting rubies hiss their mellow plans for eternal perpetual everlasting infinite grandeur...

Fear not, my Lovely little children of rarest Exxylcroth. Fear not to tread through the smoking bricks in the Empire of Fire, for the feasting Falcons Fly Furiously at dawn in the Holy Wind of the Temple of our Masters of Endless SIROZON.....remain in the power and the charming vapor of those only our angels at dawn in the Horizon of Sirozon, holy nectars flow forever....And neither fear to taste the harmonies in Lightning writhing, in the sizzling musics of the Potion of Power within that sacred Dynasty of Heaven's Heaven in the Heavens Heaving Heavy Hymns into the Galaxies Forever!

Whence Thither Floweth Trapezoid? My Prettiest in the Mirror, Blowing Mythical Magic at my face....Come Gently toward the Cone. The Stars' Grace in Space !!!