TOZAN SHEET #36 POEM FOR MILITARY CONTRACTORS

"You can't write poetry on the computer." -Quentin Tarantino

Anti-novelist
Anti-human
Anti-life
Anti-pages.

Drown
This is a progressive drownings
Let it wash over you & over & over
Putrifying literary ideas in the scum of those glossy-page journals wasted toilet paper pulp
Bring me your crinkly brown paper chapbooks with the poets cum smeared in
Bring me arterial plaque

Tozan doing red velvet lines off my macbook in preparation
spilling wine and coffee
And like once a month, semen





Tozan free rides kundalini penis pump 28th st. Fantasia silicone enlightenment lube bulb pineal gland eggshaped liminal rimbaud lightgland inner island

Filtered through a crystal mind or a smoke mind
We cast spells in the ice for a winter

It's gunna take me a minute to get back into this

I'm thinking about Schwarzenegger, how he got into fights every single day when he was juicing, in his heyday

The mechanism of power, and not in a James Hillman kind of way

Not in a Foucault kind of way
In a Remmington shotgun kind of way
In a Rinzai kind of way

Shove a neutron bomb up your ass, burn me at the stake for witchery way

Black herbs and sugar all over me.

I have more in common with military contractors than poets.

Tozan lathering his hands in cedar smoke.

Drinking sake and oil from dead stars.

Purifying.

TOZAN SHEET #24 DIE, NEW-AGE FUCKS!

suck my novel's dick

4800 pages long

fat as the minnesota clay basin

dense as a republican national convention

tozan doesn't ache over every line
he cuts all their throats buries them alive
gonadal and ovarian mystery schools

swimming in little teat formations

blurring the ocular waves

tozan: your french-kiss mt. doom

heart is a VHS tapes i do not rewind 

tozan beyond your space-time genjutsu 

salmon sashimi in the ATM 

eyes bug out of your head 

bodhidharma pumping your wasabi mouth

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80" of cream

no throbbing

...is not a hobby for me, is a syndrome.

a cold dome.

squeeze your PC muscle while imagining a cold lake over your crown chakra

kundalini jefferson airplane
kundalini rob zombie

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zazen

sports car / war machine

tozan's foot down 500MPH unstoppable
terror and screaming

very loud at idle

 vast murders

hug your crystal tight

TOZAN SHEET #9 GET HARDCORE

Stealing passion from God in the blazing fire of alchemic imagination

Imaginatio

Deep crux, like holding a crystal goblet

Blue lights flare and shimmer ripped across glass cuts

Your personality bent down into chunks like that

Dip in a cracker to my fucking dip, bitch

Shove the best shard of ego in there

Break off half and leave it laying, whatever

Got a whole bag to go through. . .

Hard and chiseled from lifetimes of sitting

A hardass. A zen gunfighter. A zen stock broker.

Tea boiler. Bastard meditator. Fuck you up meditating.
I went through hard shit for this.

I kicked a lot of ass doing this.

My aura is like a death metal concert, the pussies disperse.
Take your fucking leave of me. It's past your bedtime or something.

Here's the real explanation of enlightenment by a fucking master:

1. Bodhisattva is about generating infinite compassion, love, great.
You make people comfortable. You do your best.

2. Vajra Master uses skilful means and knows waking people up is uncomfortable.

You're not a fucking doormat. You take people out the fucking matrix.

BRING IT.

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Everything is very legit as long as you understand you're the one doing it.
Your mind.

Your fledgling exotic garden, your most exotic thoughts are the worst.

They persist with their beauty you hold internal let it escape.

Let them excape.

You draw up elaborate plans and suckle the lowfruit nectars but you haven't set shit on fire REALLY

Enlightenment like your hair is on fire
Fake people take their leave of you.

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