New Empire Of The Free © Surazeus 2026 05 01 Now that I dwell on Fractured Rainbow Lane far from the center of commercial gain, I spend all day contemplating design for excavating concepts from deep mine that sprout soul-beaming mushrooms in my brain before Saturnus is forced to resign. Stuck in Quail Hollow with Alphabet Wolf, I dream of my childhood with Beowulf who taught me how to soften wood with steam to build ships for his dragon-hunting team, then we sail on vacation to Zar Gulf to search for hungry shark of self-esteem. Each time she calls me on the telephone, Minerva asks to use my Rolling Stone to smash false idol of the tyrant king who arrests anyone who dares to sing, but when she decides to hire my Soul Clone I hide through Invisibility Ring. Appalled by interrogation techniques, librarians employ to extract from freaks misattributed morals of strange tales, I map tangled webs of religious trails that always lead me up to sky-bright peaks which might explain why Cronus always fails. Entranced by uncanny tune of the skylark that echoes hypnotic tones in the ark, I develop with care time-honored ruse to protect integrity of my wise Muse who fries burgers for picnic in the park while Artemis presents the evening news. Inspired by noble stance that Remus takes allowing everyone to fish hill lakes, I follow him to oppose Romulus who chains and forces honest Sisyphus to build Temple of Jupiter with rakes who will only obey brave Tantalus. Spirit of Roma still shines in my heart ages after her empire fell apart, so I build temple home on river shore to shelter my family forever more, yet they sell apples from the four-wheeled cart while I play lyre and sing forgotten lore. Our noble way of life has disappeared just like my father Tiresias feared, so we journey west across the wild sea to establish new empire of the free, but our old world view keeps getting more weird so I hang out in sprawling Knowledge Tree.
Friday, May 1, 2026
New Empire Of The Free
Franchise Of Fake Happiness
Franchise Of Fake Happiness © Surazeus 2026 05 01 Awash in time-swirling sea of light rays, I dwell woke in astrological haze, conditioned to respond to obstacles by measuring abstractive molecules through project to assimilate my soul with undulating matrix of the whole. Attenuated scope of consciousness, enclosed by ceremonial finesse, shields pulsing core of vibrant clemency with comprehensive spell of ardency concealed by convertible copyright through deformation of conceptual light. Amplified tone of mental furnishings deflects harassment of holistic zings, impressive with articulated jokes indexed by pride-inflated billing hoax which discombobulates my budget game against bottomless bureau of world fame. Allowed to bloom from hungry artifice through psychosomatic analysis, which denies my heart romantic access, I purchase franchise of fake happiness constrained by framework of the gourmet cry that cracks graphic interface of the sky. Archived extremity of social rules, based on invention of brokerage tools, my dreams refuse command to calculate certified challenge of classified fate against commitment of the chromosome to watch movies in the Pantheon dome. Attentive ambience in deserted church risks assessment of my exotic search for wisdom-woven expression of truth which I sell from pyramid-market booth to people wanting insurance that death will translate their souls to hurricane breath. Authorized by Ungod in the Glow Cloud to duplicate face of the burial shroud, I carve dynamic formulas of hope on Emerald Tablet to record weird trope designed to mirror special character framed by magnetic mask of Lucifer. Authentic feelings of my wounded heart provide dream-forged key for my fresh new start editing grand tales for strange magazine centered around reign of Empress Melusine whose serpentine sons rule nations of Earth through capital gains of spiritual worth.
Accidental Angel Flight
Accidental Angel Flight © Surazeus 2026 05 01 If in old lost times we accelerate rapid analysis twisted by fate, our accidental angel flight through Hell may reveal location of the Dream Well teeming with ghosts of blind subconscious dead who want to become alive in my head. Traitors never honestly realize plowed fields exonerate word-bleeding skies with marble statues of bullies wearing crowns who subjugate theology of towns by building monuments of social power from psychic energy of the sad flower. Disintegration of stale social norms expands from rugged boulders of named forms to prove we never understand why stars spark piston engines of time-machine cars because I drive too fast on diamond roads to find sacred temples of divine toads. Beyond last private cove of romance plays my true soulmate waits in arrogant haze with secret book she stole from half-dead god that describes how to make Aaronic rod from writhing serpent energy of lust because marriage is based on mutual trust. Rapid expansion of our empire scope adjusts disbursement of religious hope only to those who belong to our tribe regardless of how they tune the world vibe by dancing wildly on the global stage based on rules Isaiah bleeds on the page. Startled by arrival of the blind king who rides the donkey while brave sirens sing, sweet Sibyl lectures on the pyramid as government office where truth is hid inside ripe apricot of mental code she gives to pilgrims bearing heavy load. Arrival on strange shores of nameless lands confuses angels who steal without hands because my mother hides secrets in tale about my father swallowed by the whale when he dared prophesy against the king who gave him invisibility ring. Humans learned to walk in the ocean tide by standing upright when the red moon cried so our hands are free to manipulate material objects bound by random fate because we choose by nature how to play joyful games of chase while blind devils pray.
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