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spank is awesome [17 May 2005|06:28pm] ANTIPROM II MAY 27 AT PARAGROUND cops on acid, psilonauts, miasmata, red garage psilonauts t-shirts will be on sale featuring this new artwork spank is truly the master of mushrooms 3 comments|post comment

$1145.50 [05 Apr 2005|12:21pm] thats the price of freedom 2 comments|post comment

the amazing nuns comin to monroe [03 Apr 2005|03:33pm] 9 comments|post comment

rock that ass [22 Mar 2005|09:53am] fuckin be there post comment

so... [18 Mar 2005|07:19pm] [ mood | high ] they calls me the wasp killer...thats right boy...fuckin soloin for 3 decades man...sound just like that motherfucker...like if you closed your eyes man youd think he was back from the dead...but he aint...thats right boy 1 comment|post comment

better site [01 Mar 2005|10:47am] got a better mp3 site...you dont have to be a member to listen...check it out http://www.purevolume.com/psilonauts http://www.purevolume.com/quartertoncloud post comment

out to get me... [22 Feb 2005|04:37pm] i hate wmpd... 2 comments|post comment

quarter ton cloud [30 Dec 2004|11:46pm] 2 comments|post comment

jeremy is fuckin awesome [17 Dec 2004|05:35pm] spank scribbled this logo up for us...i think its fuckin awesome 3 comments|post comment

logo [16 Dec 2004|09:41am] marcus and i may have finally come to a near finish on a logo 3 comments|post comment

beautiful [06 Dec 2004|05:36pm] look at this motherfucker! brand new and all mine...come see psilonauts at the paraground on friday december 10 3 comments|post comment

stigmata [05 Oct 2004|09:08am] [ mood | bleeding ] stigmata is no joke...do not take it lightly kids 6 comments|post comment

[12 Jun 2002|09:06am] [ mood | groggy ] [ music | throbbing of my head ] we smoke the toenails and hair of the wiseman under a blackgod's thumb we dance like painted puppets she bleeds orgasm in technicolor an ocean of alien mystery we eat the wiseman's eyes for sight that we might see the darkness if we kill the lights fast enough we eat the brain and pray that our eyes can open wide enough we burn the dry shell, a funeral chant the pulse quickens and we dance as the blossoms fall a scattering of dust to the winds this celebration of old skin i can feel the flowers screaming to consume you the earth and sky your cradle the earth and sky entomb you so is the way of forever teeming with simple crueltys beatings in cold rooms hands and head not found how do you get your kicks suckling mother's slit wrist staring at the same piece of sky mouthing the words carefully as you pass their checkpoints all you need is gasoline 12 comments|post comment

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