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Obsidian Eagle's

Blasphemous Bazaar


META-Poems For A New Millennium

<br>META-Poems For A New Millennium<br><br>

The Flagship of Anti-Poetry — est. 2010





The Inexorable Laws of Jinx (Introduction)

Introduction to General Jinx-ology


Here by leave of the most supernal ones ever to exist are laid forth—for the benefit of unfortunate mortals—these Inexorable Laws of Jinx...

Who Now?

Jinx is a Chancer unlike any before or since non-time stopped. Hailing from the highest order of Archetypal Beings whose purpose in the Multiverse transcends even that of angels, demons, and gods.

You see, some basic parameters pertaining to holographic reality are sung in tones too loud for human ears to hear, and shewn in light beyond bright for biological blinkers to behold. Thus Jinx is in charge of Fate and its ironic implications

[since of course the fortune of any single individual within the greater whole differs greatly from every other entity].

Indeed — such heavy responsibility forces clever Jinx to improvise in order to remain entertained.

Hence do all tricksters without exception draw their lineage (whether directly or indirectly) to Major High JinxYet there are none other so seminal as that utterly irreverent double-dealer!

Say What?

The superstitious whisper their beliefs about Major High Jinx without actually understanding its dynamic mechanics. Therefore their assumptions amount to naught but foolish gimmicks. Let us set the record straight then:

Jinx is neither good luck nor bad luck. It's rather neutral luck but may serve any incarnate being if they can suss out how to surf upon swells of improbability.

Jinx isn't altogether male or female but either or as suits any momentary purpose. Genderless Jinx runs throughout spacetime weaving both particles and waves when observed by someone sentient. By the same token, Jinx is/are interchangeably plural plus singular.

Jinx are neither here nor there — atemporal quasi-space is their conduit. Being nowhere in particular grants Jinx omnipresence among temporal affairs.

Their masks are myriad in appearance; multifarious in finite form. Many host Jinx without even knowing it; an apparent blight — a disguised blessing!

Come Again?

Jinx could also be referred to as The Devil's Luck and can be tapped into by a Thaumaturge irregardless of sex. In other words, those skilled with sympathetic Magick (of whatever shade). But beware, court jesters and mages are closely related. The Fool is player as well as played. However, the Grand Game is never named!

Synchronicity, the uncanny, and sheer irony are all side-effects of Jinx in action. Their endless variety constitutes the selfsame spice of life (Varietas Delectat). Jinx stacks random odds in favor of, or against whomsoever lives according to their own Consciousness + Karma combined (more about this equation later on). First though, oblations are in order. Pay thy respects before proceeding:

Hail High Jinx in all their permutations upon these ephemeral material spheres!

Hallowed be High Jinx among we mere mortals who wish for fortuitous changes!

May High Jinx forestall the untimely collapse of our unique universe!

A B R A H A D A B R A

History Repeats

"That men do not learn very much from the lessons of history is the most important of all the lessons of history." 

~ Aldous Huxley

History Repeats

 
Alter your behavior
Else be bent through thought control
As you flirt with grim disaster
In their twisted game of minds

This whole world is mired in words
Too much faith is staked on lies
Come September and it'll be last year
History repeats itself History repeats!

The towers are coming down
During commercial-break distractions
Can anyone justify such actions?
Can we even make peace anymore?

Cause never ready for indignity
Our ignorance runs rampant
Buck naked in broad daylight
Deja-Vu served up with all the trimmings

An anchorman cracks under pressure
Exhausted by the laws
Of a mute and idle GOD
Martyrs broken by his truancy

So light your lantern in this darkness
Prepare a pyre for the funeral
May you be reborn
Bright as the skies' celestial eyes

Because History repeats itself

History repeats...

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