Beatniks Bumtrips Bullshit

Luxor Temple — After Sunset I am in the Luxor temple remember the erotic currents, I felt in North Africa Beatniks Bumtrips Egypt This is where it all happens. This is where you throw a party and everyone vanishes at once — a soft popping sound in the dark. This is walking through the temple at Luxor. This is reaching the nipples — the divine conduit, everlasting life, mouth at the mother’s bowl....

Beatniks palm trips Luxor This may be my favorite interview in North Africa. Our tour guid is on Egyptian speed : He references Limitless. Bradley Cooper. Ultra mode. Access all knowledge. Ancient civilizations all used it — Egypt, Iraq, China, India. Before 200 years ago, it was in the markets. Noah warned the people. They thought they were gods already. Didn’t need God. Egypt before the flood. A...

Narrating hieroglyphics and meditating on a mummy from the fourth dimension scene inside and out in the valley of the Kings looking for aliens found the blue cone heads and the gnarly hippo lady in SETI Mr Blue and Jedidiah Egypt Valley of the Kings SETI !!!!! Valley of the Kings — Pod in the Tomb Beatnix. Pump trips. Egypt. Plate empty. Let it drop. Let the body drop. Eyes closed. Air leaves the...

Luxor — West Bank Sunrise narration. Beatniks, bumtrips, Egypt….automatic poem Rooftop. West Bank. Land of the dead. Behind two palm fronds — still black. Then blue leaks in. Roosters like cap guns. Boat engine or generator? Everything muted, like the world is wrapped in gauze. I woke you up like a Muslim prayer tower three houses from your open window All the all the Alla Turn off cell phone noti...

Deepness. Foam trips. Cairo. Notes from memory Cairo airport lounge with big plastic plants and purple leather glow Everything rounded — tables, lights, even the bathrooms Perforated diner seats like a 1950s future Massive stacks of receipts, subtle yawns diffusing like tea in hot water You cannot buy real vibe Energy passed through eye contact, slow and deliberate Palm trees beyond two panes of g...

A very Special place to record the BBB Beatnix. Bum trips. Indiana Jones air. Mr. Blue crouched in blue-on-blue polka dots, dust in the seams of the slabs, massive rock narrowing into throat tunnels. “This is some Indiana Jones shit.” Wooden walkway— percussion. I start singing with it. All right, all right, all right. Cinnamon night. Choose your aura. Choose your sword. Bats in the rafters like A...

Mr Blue and Jedidiah are jamming through Cairo Talking about unsolvable Math and light speed and being hyped up from being inside the great pyramids of Giza. Horse Music ! is the clip club of horses hooves on a Cairo freeway on ramp mixing with the bells and trinkets bouncing with fringe and seat springs in a romantic decay horse carriage matching the beat of speaker distorted techno music over th...

We found them. We found a secret. Beatnix, bone trips, Cairo Grind cosmetics on slate, vaulted offerings, mother crocodile warming her babies in her mouth A fish plays hi-hat cymbals beside its open jaw Single file through Cairo with Mr. Blue and Jedidiah The pyramid is shaped like a sunray — light is eternity Travel at light speed and you live forever Egypt starts with a guy in a Santa Cruz shirt...

Half espresso, half steamed milk in a clear shot glass — this is nus nus Come, have a nus nus with us Beatnix, bumtrips, Morocco Hair is conductive, spirals making electricity, If you move a conductive material through a coil, you make electricity — give me space, I’m powering the valley Drum circles don’t just generate hype — they conduct it through the crowd Teenagers can twirl hats, but Berbers...

Beatniks, bumtrips, Casablanca — written on a train while drinking avocado juice poured from a 5 gallon jug in a alleyway ;-) Today I was holding a meteorite! “Casablanca first hits: women balancing mall bags on their heads as buses back through narrow gates.” “It’s not erotic — it’s sexual — the way he makes sandwiches with reverence and hunger watching.” “Morocco is the land of dinosaur bones, c...

A beat poem from Marrakesh Morocco. Yr Life’s Pyro Wherever you are be there, totally embroidered on the back of a woman’s jacket, lean over her counter and a shop in Marrakesh I think people want connection, adventure, action, flattery, arousal And dreams. Hopes to meet the one. The one for what ever dream you have Faith over fear aboard is on my side You wanna follow me down this alley? Haggling...

An auto dictated poem from the plaza in Marrakesh Morocco. Neon orange hype, Marrakesh By Jedidiah Cats laying on motorbikes, cats growing out of small holes in the ground. The look of a puddle come in for the food, this weekend over concrete. The open space where it all can happen. A woman who’s become small in her age so much so that she almost fits in one silk scarf. Walks by the puddle. You’re...

A road poem on the drive from Fez to Marrakesh Morocco. Zagora (a creature with tentacles comein out of its face. It lives in a spiral shell and was the dominant form of life on earth.) By Jedidiah Tour guided road trip in a Mercedes van 360 panorama view 360 fossil shell The point in a spiral it becomes something else Like the dominant form of life on earth 360 million years ago We are related to...

Lessons in Desert power from the locals at The Sahara desert in Morocco. BBB North Africa tour with Jedi and Mr Blue

“Soft Clear Faces Appear In the Condensation” By Sean Twohig Read by Jedidiah while walking through 1000 year-old camel caravan trading outpost in Morocco. Beatnix, palm trips, bullshit. ¥¥¥$$$€€€ https://youtube.com/@menindorf?si=qvyxmo6FnwRCbtZY ….penetrable, correct suggestion is rare. Slip through, like ions through the upner atmosphere, down to Texas, on a wild night, purples and pinks, rough...

Hard core beat poetry recorded durning the Jupiter Neptune Moon ailments with Sean Twohig and Jedidiah Jackson Quotes from the episode 1. Growth Is Mineral Motion 2. Experience Is Living Distortion 3. Scroll Fodder, Scraped from a Search 4. It’s a Frequency Deliverer 5. We Want a Bore Into Your Unique Consciousness 6. Re-Envision the Ecosystem 7. Why Am I Going Back to This Dream? 8. The Earth Is...

Vortex Eyes By Jedidiah Jackson ^Part of the North Africa Tour *Read in Berlin ….A self self reinforcing convergence Forces joining forces and reinforce their whirling by whirling the easiest way An agreement Flocks turning together Fier spiraling upward Water forming Eddie’s planets, looping breath, synchronizing in crowds drum, pulling bodies into shared time Shared time Shared time By the way,...

I hit the X A poem by Sean Twohig Read by Jedidiah walking through Hyde Park in London. https://youtube.com/@menindorf?si=G2r39T-O22WIkKa2. Check out Sean’s 42 albums “…. Connected by the abdomen Driven by the empty achievement Of the digital age Who cares what Bitcoin is worth now The UI of the covenant I promise to put it together after I am broken To mimic Huma Writing poems for God before anyo...

Half Lord of fishes is marvelous poem full of sensation and celebration. It was auto dictated on a wave of yoga music fier literature during my luxury Sunday morning . It investigates and celebrates literary merit as a guide to the human experience. My mind was on fire and I wanted to chat about literary merit and delusions and see reality of feelings and colors and almost mystical mathematical ov...

it begins and ends with literary merit, like literary merit of beat poems, or notes on dance scenes, or chunks of the subterraneans, the way that a person can express their insides and their observations with the real scene, and then what is actually happening is a way that a person can co-evolve with the frequencies around them so that they are accelerating a supercharged transcendence of their o...

Ian is preparing for a urine fast…

Beatnik poetry from the Santa Cruz mountains to Berlin This is a chat with Jedidiah and Sean. They bullshit about vortexes,future jazz improvisation, states of love, sucking cool through a straw, ecstatic singing , and poetry. They say things like: ​ “Everything that is resolving is doing it in the most energetic, efficient way, and it ends up being beautiful.” ​ “My whole idea of beauty was just...

Berlin while the snow melts On a bike ride across the abandoned airport I meet a cool jazz saxophone player

Field-recorded travel poetry from Fez, Morocco—Sufi mysticism, drum processions, alleyway soundscapes, stray cats, donkeys, markets, and spiritual misdirection. A long-form spoken-word epic about leaning into the mystery, finding rhythm in chaos, and listening for music where it already exists. Poetry, travel diary, sonic ethnography, ecstatic drift. • “To be Sufi is to embrace the mystery and stu...

Beatnik North Africa tour : part 3 Finding vortexes in Fez Morocco This is of a poetic tour through North Africa . In this episode we begin to discover vortex around the city.