Spider Aliens From Jupiter © Surazeus 2026 03 21 Death stares at me each dawn and asks me why angels wear faces of humans as masks if I lounge on the river stone of truth and contemplate strange mystery of this life but then forget my name and where I live so I sit on gold throne and rule the world. Death glares at me from mirror of despair though I pay for insurance every month so I type novels on pages of glass that shatter on busy commercial street because church bells never ring anymore yet I scatter pennies in parking lots. Death laughs at me when I wear business suit and drive around suburban neighborhoods so I sell lonely housewives magic flute that calls the Phoenix of domestic peace from wet sponge of the television brain who shrieks about the next apocalypse. Death tricks me to believe with fervent faith huge spider aliens from Jupiter in unidentified flying objects appear at midnight above the huge stadium where demon hunters sing of loyalty and weave matrix of music from our dreams. Death guides me on the signless road of fate across the waste land of my innocence where someone walks beside me in the heat who seems to know how bridges disconnect companions in fight for democracy who wander in vast maze of city streets. Death drives me every morning at sunrise to work in weird library without doors where skulls of fools sing arcane prophecies which I transcribe on bright computer screen to chronicle how empires rise and fall at selfish whims of men who think they know. Death sneers at me when I recite with grace obscene proverbs about marriage of minds Eve plucks from Tree of Knowledge to defend doctoral dissertation of her research on nature of evil cruel men perform in vain attempt to evade curse of fame. Death asks me to marry her with sweet smile so we climb ziggurat of thirteen planes where Ishtar binds our hands with chain of love that links our hearts with passionate discourse when we unite all nations of the world in one religion based on Will to Power.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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Saturday, March 21, 2026
Spider Aliens From Jupiter
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Orpheus and Nietzsche hang out at the Crippled Pegasus Cafe by the River Styx and excitedly analyze the movie K-Pop Demon Hunters.
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