Kill Your Guru, a Blog by Eric Jennings

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Ghost dread socks rubbish planet decapitated my found ass

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rubbish planet decapitated

beautiful pot kitchen crackle garbage thief of slime

a psychedelic montage of birds and dolls

the view (from here)

screaming motorcycles encircle my house triggering a fear of the dangers of daring to be young again on top of that all the birds a round here are refusing to co operate i remember leaping over the handle bars and painting the street with several inches of my fore head

Monochrome, high contrast, close up photo of the face of a cemetery statue of a hooded androgynous figure. Rain stains appear as tear streaks under the eyes.

The Boy Who Stayed: A Lifetime of Healing

The idea that all of us adults have an inner child is silly. Which is the point.

Stark black and white photo of a burnt out forest landscape, looking at a foot path that leads off and curves out of sight. The mood is stark and doomy.

Subvert

In addition to Bandcamp and Bandwagon, I am now publishing my music on Subvert. Subvert is new, but it looks promising. One very nice advantage Subvert has over the other two is that you don't have to publish albums one track at a time. You can batch load

invocation to rid the body of pluralities

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invocation to rid the body of pluralities

and itself chin of through about but having know the write understand to body don’t myself about world world want also me something but something under through know only experience the world i understand the just attempting my realize body the like help the experience cares that who world

Grainy black and white photo of a dog in an urban vacant lot, as seen through a chain link fence. In the distant background is a body of water and a group of buildings.

It's All One Story

I am not a disciplined writer. I don't even like to call myself a writer. I don't get writer's block. I get writer's fright. I've said this before. Why does writing frighten me? Because when writing, I can't lie. I can't hide.

i bargained for salvation

i bargained for salvation

i used to by opium from a guy who wore renfaire clothing and always made me listen to him sing 'shelter from the storm' i just cut ties with a grifter poet who'd been grooming me for a few months, i don't know what

Don't Touch Me

More music than noise in this one.

Wandering Again

Wandering Again

This is a detail of a bust stop shelter I've been walking past several times a week for the last 7 years. This detail is only a small part of the shelter, every surface of which was used by local artists, writers, sages, and gangsters, broadcasting their urgent

Mark A. Burghart, Secretary, Laura Kelly, Governor, Wish(es) You're Not to Exist, Your Credential Current is In Valid, Kansas, You Are You're Happy Birth Day to Your Identification is Not Your's

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Mark A. Burghart, Secretary, Laura Kelly, Governor, Wish(es) You're Not to Exist, Your Credential Current is In Valid, Kansas, You Are You're Happy Birth Day to Your Identification is Not Your's

house substitutes require kansas issue issuence issei licenses and identification cards to reflect the credential holder's sex at birth holder's sex holders at inception intended or otherwise what does this mean for you? upon publication this law in the kansas you're kansas credential will

Photo of black tree branches and leaves on a stark white background that such extreme contrast it looks abstract,

all i have are these words

Photo of a pink contrail against a gradient pink and blue sky. There is a single gull flying under the contrail. The image has been heavily pixelated so it looks cartoonish.

And I Think to Myself...

hymn to the scum goddess

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hymn to the scum goddess

A dark and blurred digital image of a moon low on the horizon of the ocean. The colors are muted blues, teals, ambers, and ochres. The effect is eerily surreal.

Open the Cage Door

I'm on a short bridge, standing on a milk crate for a better view. A tribe of gorillas inhabits the creek-side below. The creek is known as Blood River, but nobody knows why. There is a beat up old suitcase somewhere near... well, somewhere, anyway. There is a

A Favor, If You Please

A Favor, If You Please

and a few poems...

very dark and creepy photo of a man with his hand covering his face

the garden snake

I. the two boys the garden snake the sun dried wood the long stretch the measure II. I remember on my back my skin warmth above and below fading into suchness the sun III. the one boy the opened jack knife the silver blade (the cutting the blood) the dying

A guy with his arms held open above his head, with flowing hair, and a wild look in his face. Behind him stands a large wicker figure.

Widening the Cracks Through Self-Initiation

I began this blog to write about my recovery from childhood abuse. It was partly meant to be informative, to offer context to people who may have witnessed, or been affected by, some of my... reactive behavior that was rooted in trauma. But it was also a way for me

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99942 Apophis

man should be any non-religious animals with their inscriptions uniform and called it at the Greeks arrows.

Three tarot cards, from the left: Queen of Cups, The World, Queen of Swords.

251022 Tarot

Godot will always be coming, but certain never to arrive. Be like Lucky, the wise fool.

Oil painting of Jesus and a large lizard screaming at each other.

The Life of Jesus as a Religious Paranoic

glorious baklava, ex libras, hep hey, ad infinitum

Black and white photograph of tiny concrete feet with a blurred background.

shoes for sale

Write a story in six words...

Zeitgeist Mephistopheles

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Zeitgeist Mephistopheles

O, multitude, meaning the cubic I, the rebel life, the thing, the hurly-burly, a gigantic network of end ingredients, more complex fruit and space patterns.

Three Tarot cards in a row: The Queen of Wands, The Two of Cups, The Sun

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The purpose of making art is making art. It will never be enough. It is all there is.

The words, "Fall Slowly," written in spray paint on a sidewalk.

Sweet Jane

Pardon my outrage, but there's a greater point if you read to the end.

This is Not About a Shirt

This is Not About a Shirt

I was shopping for shoes when I saw the shirt. It was by itself on a torso mannequin and it whispered to me as I passed it. “I am for you!”