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The Infinite Rainbow Cat

Little Jimmy Cooper was a patient at the hotel of Cuckoo installation. He had occasion for some mild hallucination. He said "But haven't y'all been like upside-down, like a curly wurly's gone squirley whirly in your brain?"

Magic mushrooms were his potion and 12 miles of ketamine devotion. Sleepless nights of depravation, helped poor Jimmy slip from his attention. So they stuck him in detention, they said he's not right for outside integration.

He said "But haven't y'all been like upside-down, like a curly wurly's gone squirley whirly in your brain?"

So he waited until the end of time to give him a reason to stick around.

And some more drawing from the Infinite Cat

/satellites can't see you but I see you by the porch, aside children with no feet as they're queuing up some more. In dragon's spit and Merman's eyes - you are the Thane of Glamis. /i proposition new collision between murder and the man.

More Infinite Cat drawings

Old goblins, dreaming songbirds with purple crowns. Elephant people in rows by the memory banks. Conger eels are bounding. Micro-cities coughing out smoke-rings.

 

Ode to the Butter-Bee

Some they say, we're forged from clay.

With the breath of a God in our passageway.

And a man, he said we're from a big bang a thousand years away.

As I glance through the folds and turns,

I'll be lost and then found in an empty urn.

But till then come dance, knowing you were stories from a Sun.

Because we're all the same anyway,

You might be a King or a slave.

Because we all float out in the end.

Into the ether my friend.

Some the say that we're not the first,

We're a drop in the Ganges, 

for Shiva has destroyed a million earths.

To the done, i'll go at a heart-beat speed.

I know I'm a corpse,

When the rocks stop rolling out their course.

Because we're all the same anyway,

From the Gods to the dogs in the shade.

Because we all float out in the end.

I feel a darkness my friend.

Sunlight please stay, through morn of May.

Let the drugs and the past and the future tie, to help me die.

But we're all the same anyway,

You might be a king or a slave.

Because we all float out in the end.

We float like purple emperors, my friend.

MAY

Hit the tube and left alone threadbare newspapers,
Exempt was the column on life searching telescopes to be burnt through the day into the weightless lagoon of everything.
A Conglomerate of aluminium and mirrors sent out to bring back old heresies.
We will further mock the Witches with this deep peering retina, softly spoken by the cardinal of the telephone.
The poor prostitutes of cross bones were burnt on a rack of wood in the northern season of spring.
Their atoms now make up shimmering mountains in the month of May.
They melt like Catacombs into the clay or bodies trodden into the mud of trenches.
The wire is sharp and all I can think about is the performance poet from the hollows of the aged bridge.
She is a living spirit amongst the old bodies of the plague unmoving in the shoulders of the walls.
All I can think about is the girl in New York moved on and passed advances to wade through the tide of fashion.
No other month starts on the same day as I do,
The year’s other breezes are not quite as tender around the shins of Aventine hill.


And everyone witnessed the unfolding of their thoughts,
Somebody contemplated the record of instances in the month of May.
Somebody thought of guns and fine steel engraving at their bucks.
Someone rustled for a spacecraft in the bed of their shoulder bag and commented on the sense of the air.
Someone peered at a cast of ballerinas that wasted in the Cathedrals.
There was music.
There were comedians causing tears to stream down the pink cheeks of girls I was in love with.
Ripples ran turquoise through the month of May.
I want to feast on the month of May and get a dog from the rehabilitation centre for lost blood hounds.
I want to see Jesus and trip magnificently in the month of May.
I want new eyes to see the whole glorious spectrum.
I want X-Ray eyes in the month of May.
I want to escape into the ultra-violet.
I want to create artificial dwarfs by anointing babies' spines with the grease of bats,
I want to use drugs such as dwarf elder, knotgrass and Daisy juice.
Redskins yelped in the month of May and islands collided with the dictionary.

On the king’s command I believe in the month of May.
I accept it as true because when I was young I found a stag beetle in Sardinia.
It was dead.
I took it home and put it on the balcony in the sun.
After supper I went back to look at it and it was meandering away casually in the Month of May.


I am a month.
I mean to cause you laughter and floral weddings,
I mean to set ourselves square with the fractioning variety of the sun.
I mean to deliver meals and water to the dusk.
I wish I could hold the patients sour smile of blood and vomit in the unoccupied halls of my name.
But I am just a month and incapable to stop the collision of asteroids and the collapsing of arthritic supermen.
I am the limp face of beauty, even angels cry.
And when their thick and salty tears plummet to earth they stir a movement in the ground.
And life comes into being in an eruption of sweet flower.
They distil the coffins of emerald and the valleys fill with the petals of the Lilly.

My Basic Chemistry - From many moons ago.

With eyes of a Pharaoh he was talking in the stairwell saying:
Son you get nothing nothing from me.

I'm the Pied Piper, leopard and a viper, dancing on the coal in the night come naturally

I was trying to scrub up on my basic chemistry,
I want to be master of all my enemies.

I don't expect you to come around my way with a certain amount of sunny days
How could I expect you to come around my way, you've been go so many days.


I was trying to catch up on my basic physics,
I wanna be master of all my critics.
I want a relationship with the son of God
I want to find out what was going on.

I don't expect you to come around my way with a certain amount of sunny days 

How could I expect you to come around my way, you've been go so many days.

Why do'you follow me - the beast.

Is it because I ruined the feast,

because of something I've done wrong.

Did I step beyond the line

And if she cries muffle all the rain crossed bows.

For this is the end and my revolt is dead.

Are you happy?

The wind whips high and the thunder gets grip.
There's a darkness on the ocean that's resounding in the mist.
The lilies turn brown on Aventine Hill
And the words get lost from the window sill.

Are you Happy at least half the time?

All the lightening sights that never get seen,
You couldn't hear the opus for the distance in-between.
The witches scream when the smoke gets thick,
the cellar door's a' creaking and you never made the list.

Are you Happy at least half the time?

The World laughs with you but you weep alone
And we're all passing through here just like a rolling stone
The World laughs with you but you weep alone

Are you Happy at least half the time?

T-Bone Pimps Kandinsky"

More drawing - "Max Said Falcore!"

INFINITY

"The Wilkinson Microwave Anisotropy Probe was shot into the vacuum of space to uncloak, amongst other things, the true topology ('topos' - place - Greek, via a fat German called Klaus) of the universe.

'WMAP' measures the temperature of the Big Bang's remnant radiant heat, it has given us the conventionally recognised age of the universe - 13.75 gigayears! For the purpose of this diatribe WMAP's discoveries point toward a Euclidean "flat" universe. The flat shape was determined by measuring the multipolarity of the spectrums of cosmic background radiation. This is important when we talk about infinity.

Imagine the universe was spherical, one could start walking from a certain point and end up at the same point sometime later - one could travel through the centre and theoretically arrive at the same place. Such a shape scuppers the possibility of an infinite universe. In a flat universe one could walk into the immeasurable distance for as long as it can expand, never returning to the original position whilst following a straight line. This is the infinite we are concerned with." - Jaguar Knight

Bruno Mars Vs. Tyler, The Creator graffiti.

Unc3RtaIN like The FlighT 0f a feather :)

All you wanted was another man who could dance like Jamiroquai.

I hoped to see you glittering like Jupiter,

Chromatophores in the dark.

But you locked yourself away.

Way out of reach,

behind armies of lies,

beyond the salient hills.

Being a visionary doesn't necessarily get you the woman you want.

Suspended in a sun beam on the motive dust,

I was tee'd up for your animal.

You sowed the seeds of pain,

I've got to reap them down.

Somebody save my soul.

But all you did was move it on uncertain like the flight of a feather,

I wanted you to move it on so certain like the path of a river.

More drawing.

Anyone wanna buy? £10,000 (the price tag for £17.99 is for the frame, it's part of the conceptuealizatioons)

THE PIT!

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INFINITY

"I am the Infinite Cat (Jaguar Knight), welcome to the future……and the past" The cryptic creature was over 600 ft in height. His face, a beautiful amalgamation of feline, shimmering in the blanket of sun flooding from the entrance portal. If not for the humanoid shape to his figure, the Jaguar Knight would describe Plato's universal, ideal form of felidae. His exquisiteness improved on all the Doctor had seen before, the creature amplified the pulchritude of being. Glittering chromatophores rushed through what appeared to be feathers that flickered around his neck. Gold, through lilac, through unknown indigos, he was alive with hue and glister. 

"Who are you?" The Doctor wept.

"I am he who was there at the beginning and he who is there at the end. I was in the blood of Zeno as he bit off his tongue and spat it in the face of Demylus. I incubated in the dreams of Huantar shamans as they swayed bewitched to my image. I am the closest thing you'll find to God." 

 The doctor's metallic legs chattered beneath him, coming to terms with his surroundings was going to take a little longer. "Is this heaven?"

Jaguar Knight lent forward in his chair, "This is the 88th gigayear". The cat's breath turned in the frozen breeze, his perfect fangs glinting as he spoke.

"Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire" - Robert Frost

"This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper." - T.S. Elliot