Asemic Tarot 226

On September 19, 2025September 19, 2025 By elmediatIn Art, Collage, Collage Art3 Comments

The Dadaist Oracle Reads

Asemic Tarot Card 226

In Response to A Dying Democratic Country

The frozen air keeps your body from rushing towards the evening star. The ICEy door opens as Helios enters early in the morning napalm of discontent and cherry tomatoes – moving dreams – illegal… catch them by the toe, if they holler let go? It’s reggae, but it’s not mourning yet. Hurry up, there’s the sun beneath the ornate covers of desire. Two out of Three Dentists Recommend Denial and Despair!!

It doesn’t matter when – the tattered hem of the sun – you can’t drink it, large black clouds gather in the sky – people say it’s delicious – Aurora Borealis answers the night – empty shadows form separate abstractions, constellations of contradictions. As Seen On TV, New and Improved Finger Lickin’ Slogans!! Fall colours in the worrisome wind – flocks fly for home, tears seek friendly shelter. Scissors, rock, newspaper, mustard pots. Empathy layoffs continue to rise according to the National Irony Index. The sound of one hand clapping can be yours TODAY! The smallest, most graceful, almost all – golden tomorrow’s crawling nimbus will be intense, a pitch-black black bear walking by a sighing stream, exotic landscapes in the frenzied forest, flowers stretching like arrows before a bloodred sail, illuminated by a humble, youthful moonlight screaming of phone spam, adept at remaining silent as wet stones after an autumn uranium rain.

Aurora Borealis whispers of tomorrow and the reflected fractured secrets of spectres and wolves. Living things become human – it’s soul reggae, but it’s not mourning yet. Hurry up, there’s the sun. Be the First on Your Block to Join the Glassblowers Brigade TODAY!! ~Freedom is Crystal Clear When You Follow Orders!!!~

Outside haunted storefronts – squatters exchange shoes and empty prayers, beyond the mountains, somewhere in the darkness, a small, shallow stream flows – only Night-Norn birds on its surface. Sighing, they arrive at The Nita’s Office, full of marine thoughts, symbols stalking like the creatures in feverish children’s books. A design of wedding dresses and kitchen garbage bags constantly in the dark, bone-white feathers, like a silver box – an empty, independent apartment. Carrots and Votes on Sale While Quantities Last!!! Responsibility should be understood as the bitter blood convex of afebrile activity that depends on the nature of memories and pebbles in sunlight, or the nature of the actions of creeping shells and dove eyes in a paint box at twilight. In a cage a car stalls, overturned, spins, took a black rock, smashing glass doors and green fiddleheads, crashing toilets everywhere, social unrest at flashing intersections of hopscotch squares full of envy, hip-hop polkas, and gilded kitsch drones. The silent whales slip past broken tractors and rusted typewriters covered in lisping lichen. Birds sing to each other without permission, where the paintings pour on photographs and shattered windmills of mercy – Black Friday Sales begin Now!!

Asemic Tarot 225

On September 18, 2025September 18, 2025 By elmediatIn Art, Collage, Collage Art, Digital Art1 Comment

In Response to The Kimmel Censoring

The Dadaist Oracle Reads The Card

Thanks to the weather – craving food – walk down the street. There is a book there, tears well up in eyes, revealing the deep pain within the soul. One morning, when he comes in, the door opens the depths of the soul. The depths of the soul. When he enters the Nightingale, there is only blood. Lifeless transparency. Lifeless transparency. A wounded heart, large black clouds gather in the sky. It walks down the street. There are books, and tearful eyes revealed -old friends see something – deep sorrow of a myrtle soul. They wore the false mask of laughter in a place without morning or life, smiled, holding broken and bleeding hearts. They know why the caged bird flaps its wings, until the blood turns black on the cork. Life is an open door beyond the horizon.

On the reggae cork
No humour can turn
How soon it must fuss –

a glass needle threads the clouds
a smile of tears.

I saw myself reading a book

On October 30, 2024October 31, 2024 By elmediatIn Art, Digital Art2 Comments

A Volume of Curious Lore

I saw myself reading a book, a good book, a Dream book in the dark, like a mirror at midnight. “Dream book” means a book about things dreaming about dreaming things that are not dreams, but mirrors’ reflections, not a book about dreams.

I don’t know the name or the author. I can’t find a copy of the title – an echo recedes. The writer doesn’t think about anything – but men’s astral stairways are different from memory’s substantiation – Someone asks me, have you ever thought about what to do with old burnished books. From old books are you making parts or paths-ways? Does the moon light the way, or is it but a reflection of a turned page?

When I opened the cover, I didn’t touch the book. The book fell into the sea. Someone took it, but I didn’t see it, and it was in front of me in the dark. I read it because of the light coming from below – sunset’s lingering light beneath the clouds. The casement is black at the top, bottom and sides. But invisible colour seems to be the same white that I used before spelling the words that I forgot. Words traced in twilight, words bent in a prism, words wandering down the spine of the book, like a breeze in dusk’s window.

It gets warm, the pages turn, and turning back, the book seems blank again, passages return, different or the same. The clouds are one aspect of the story on the page as it moves. The words are young – new lines and sentences.

Now think about it again. Think about how people ran away and were forgotten. Really, it’s a memory that I have to read to those who have not read the whole poem -sometimes, it’s all in three lines!

The strange thing is that I never see the same page, although I have seen it many times. Letters sinking or melting into the page, and jumping as you read. I remember the haze-wording – the joy of the phrase, a lost thought, conscious with the torture of meaning and symbols, when someone reads it for the first time, I can’t help but think of a new apple drifting in a cloud – stars below the bottom of the deepest lake.

Everything goes one song at a time, the next song is at a different time, a metre of meaning slipping between the cords of memory and sleep. Looking back at this page, symbols and names are seen. Some decide to disappear. All pages and markings have been broken. The Dream book is before my slumbering eyes.

But I can tell you one thing, the dry sand grains blowing past the flowers, and the bell towers are words on the next page. The situation of the next chapter sat for a while, grit in the eye. It seemed to freeze, then come out like warm milk, then disappear. The next page seems to explain it only when the bookworm is removed. The rhythm of the book is part arsenal, just the book washed away, new things falling like sand on paper, and things sparkling in the sky, like vellum – dreaming in the book awakened me, as I read that, I was dreaming about the sky and pages of a book, I could not hold.

NOTE:

This collage prose poem was derived from passages of Lafcadio Hearn’s ‘Readings from a Dream-book’.

Asemic Postcards 202 & 203

On September 23, 2024September 23, 2024 By elmediatIn Art, Collage, Collage Art, Digital Art, Scanography3 Comments

Travels with My Doppelgänger

~ Asemic Postcards 202 & 203 ~

In the belly of The Whale – beneath ceaseless skies, the obliging universe delivers the enemy you need to these deathless shores, the knife and the serpent – The Dead Lands waits with the uncanny key lime sky.

Riding on the backs of blackened dogs, under the endless sky, the land supplies the enemies of the endless valley: spears and axes, in these dead lands lurking at the edge of a still stone sky.

Dadaist Translation ~ the coupled cryptograph

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Without education there is little work –

Let’s look for a coupled cryptograph

deserted shadows linger

who knows where the time goes

Now, if we can be a bowl of steam, let’s forget about other things made of black ebony – like wood – bad description of the work – don’t stop …. more – with this positive energy ~ …. Never give up …. Keep going …. Fight … Be better than before …. Wait .. Wait .. Wait -Wait .~. Harder …. than ever … Harder … Wait … Wait … Smarter …. Better than you… Hold on … No – this is better

NOTE:

A Dadaist Translation of a random mix of words, phrases, and broken sentences can produce unexpected outcomes, sometimes they are a bit naughty, depending on the reader’s interpretation.

now the blue was pouring down

On May 30, 2024May 30, 2024 By elmediatIn Art, Collage, Collage Art, Digital Art, Digital Collage, ScanographyLeave a comment

Now the blue was pouring down, and the hills knew that he had closed the window. Run it under the key of the beat. Yesterday, he had a more important little plan. Ions, like a river, in it, but silent, first he thought of immortality and power, and then the beauty of your ugly creation, which is now in the desert and the rocky steppes of forlorn loves. He arrived at this – in deserts and harsh places. Dreaming old-men’s dreams, carried in a shopping bag – it still stands unconnected near the house, the iron sand is there, in the corner, a carpet of bright moonlight, hits his intersection, and he thinks – you in the noisy unused neighbour of the eastern desert, watch the sleek cats catch their prey with poetry and memories. They cut a tree together, and the mysterious deep blue water at night will be even bigger tomorrow. Here you sleep, and the wonderful sound of steel that still takes time to bring other false hearts, crouches like a sand-tiger under the star filled midnight sky. Please be very quiet – the horn honked yesterday.

Null spins in a closed loop in blue. The stone above was burned and not formed. You are in a void – a blue desert answered, enter. Now see what colour your eyes like – house of love made of steel and glass.

the fruit is in many hearts

sighing cyphers under the eyes

under the eyes.

open the subterfuge -word collage poem

On May 8, 2024 By elmediatIn Art, Digital Art, digital photography, EOS 90D, photographyLeave a comment

For interiors, it’s a dream cocoon –

Because it is associated with time

aesthetic disappointment

and

jewellery

Because there are stones

cloaked in onomatopoeia

I love the overflowing jib –

it’s an omniscient decoration

grotesque grapheme ephemera

now it’s time to change

the shape of desire –

a piece purloined

phantasia medicine –

I’m real –

how about ash petal ornamentation?

And what about the artifact?

an heirloom –

Decadent Dactyl Elixir

distilled from Broken Dreams

falling

the trap

rhetorical orchids –

hides the soul of time

How to model real numbers,

because this ties the light –

look at the chromatic

choose an occupatio

an organic nursery rhyme

open the subterfuge

Process Note:

This word collage poem is derived through multiple translations of the quadrille poem, Subterfuge, which was composed by memadtwo and posted on the blog, K – lines that aim to be

~ Subterfuge

Portrait of a Young Girl in Profile: the ins and outs of managing interpersonal telepathy

On April 18, 2024 By elmediatIn Digital Art, digital photography, photography2 Comments

From the previous statement – This has been reported many times. It has been reported many times. And in this dream, experience that you will soon dream of this state; You can see that the awakening of the mind involves a report of the situation within the dream.

Sleepy Status Report – very sleepy.

To awaken the deep awareness that the perception of the same cause was used to initiate the closure of the previous statement. Evoke the profound statements above. Go instead, wake up; Report in the middle. Report in the middle.

Immediate inductive telepathic insomnia. This is the most common cause – now – Notice that they are vividly dreaming of situations that do not match your previous request. Go to previous application. Sometimes other paralysis was stress fatigue – stress fatigue was paralysis, or an Orb. Others fall asleep, etc. Others fall asleep, Orbs etc. OOBE dreams and intuition – Because this is the half that belongs to someone else. High Strangeness belongs to someone else. A musical dream. High Strangeness in this dream is emotionally lucid; Emotionally, in spontaneous situations, other OOBEs are more satisfied with these sounds than in the middle of the night. Midnight Gisberto is true – others fall asleep more often is also true. Consider interpersonal telepathy when very sleepy or when taking photos of orbs.

It is true – More automatically than before. Another automatic OOBE than before – Experience with other dreams. Experience with other diamonds in other dreams of others dreaming in dreams are frequently OOBEs. They report much more often. Much more often. This includes waking up. The issue with the OOBE room is that there is a long wait for the tickets to return dreaming. This includes waking up and repeating the material; Especially the rooms.

Emotional overload is often seen in spontaneous situations and in these OOBEs.

It’s okay to wait a long time until the end of the comma, and then repeat this event. And Long said he saw a man in his sleep who ate more food than the other half. Others prefer midnight OOBE. At night, the street goblins bring real dreams instead of the same dreams as before. It’s from the past. OOBEs automatically wake you up at night depending on what you eat or the music – includes lucid dream body seeing other OOBEs in your room. The truth is clear and true. Sudden dreams are often filled with information about dreamers, and dreams, especially dream street goblins.

Waking up before night is an OOBE or High Strangeness Interpersonal Telepathy. This can be explained using Lucid Dreaming, Swamp Gas, or Pataphysical Orbs. UAPs are not OOBEs. OOBE is the experience of a person outside the room through telepathic sound, often telepathic pataphors extend consciousness, especially interpersonal. The ecstatic Saint Joseph of Copertino could levitate; now see a UFO connection to the saints – hapless human is abducted into a ‘craft’ by levitating, or is it an OOBE or Lucid Dream. The body often sleeps with evil spirits, who are not saints, but may be aliens, or a Lucid Dream that is telepathically interpersonal, while other dreams come with sudden guests, especially other people who are Out of Body, or Aliens, phantom strangers, or dream street goblins. This is a non-standard summons. Sudden heights Emotional disorders Physical disorders Sudden dreams involving Jasper Sudden Induction Telepathy General Telepathy OOBE and Other OOBE Pataphors and Pataphysical Orbs.

PLEASE SURMISE HERE

To have had many dreams –

Sudden Induction Telepathy

OOBEs report being in

Most sleep paralysis rooms –

Emotional Interpersonal Orbs

**** those experiencing immediate experience

perceive themselves in other Rooms asleep –

those experiencing OOBEs sometimes are asleep or levitating over Dream Street in an attempt at managing interpersonal telepathy. *****

Asemic Postcard 188 – the traveller in an antique future

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A sign, a name, a garden, a city by the sea, quiet music, your crown, the only, pistachio pilgrim, soap stone souls, begotten Song of Heaven, knives of ice, mortal beings fly like birds. I want to call robins and bats, and go to the station. If someone brings red water, they leave it alone, eat the pig, and use it like mushrooms.

Asemic Tarot 146

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The flaws in this amazing cloud line can’t describe . It’s a metaphor.

At night, you need to cross small objects to reach the wind and weak currents. The incident has begun – the concept of osmotic blood-spirits of good and evil butterfly suits chill stone wall wails biggie fluid fixture, whose recompense not all a stained earth – more correctly a glass door view bed-knobs tiger.