Raspberry Berets

Lockheed SR-71 (RS "Horus"17) "Blackbird"

Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye.
Four and twenty blackbirds,
Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened,
The birds began to sing;
Wasn't that a dainty dish,
To set before the king?

Goro Adachi has synced falling blackbirds with the upcoming April 29 Royal Wedding Day, which of course makes perfect sense... at least it does after you read his post. Goro calls William “The Chosen One” and since William was so central to my ego death and premonition thing back in 2004, I do admit to a certain sense of satisfaction.

I’m wearing a beret as I write this post tonight. Var bought a beret for himself as an “early Xmas present”, and I admit he looks rather dashing in it. Certainly the media likes William Whales in his beret.

Sean Scott wrote an erotic sci-fi story entitled “The Beret” on Jan 2, 2011, which involves a gay couple in Seattle who is out Xmas shopping, and they stop into a haberdashery in Pike Place Market because one of them is interested in buying a little present for himself... a beret. Which was odd, because he never showed an interest in hats. However, the beret is actually a transmitter of “Penultimate Novatron”, which is very dangerous controlled substance from the future that has the power to turn any man into his ultimate subconscious desire - AKA “the Beast”!

 “I don’t know what it is,” the man said. “But it’s huge! It’s like some kind of monster!” The man was clearly terrified. He shook as he spoke.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Colton bent down. “What do you mean-- monster?”

“All I know is… I gotta get out of here. You too, if you value your life…” the man scooted across the dark floor and, holding his shoulder with his opposite hand, scurried out onto the street. Colton could hear the crowd’s reaction to the sight of an injured, terrified man emerging from the scene of the disaster.

This is the illustration Sean used for his story, a muscle morph from the artist known as “N”, who was active around 2000. It’s an image of what I call a “masculine Venus of Willendorf”, or in other words, a visualization of the sexual subconscious made flesh - the Beast.

So later on today, I was reading some new stories at Omelissokomos. One called “Dippin’ New Life” by Kdumb features a certain tobacco:

“They had figured out part of what made the stuff work. It quickly reached deep into a person's psyche and located a deep seated desire--something or someone the person had always secretly wanted to be. It then locked in on those attributes and ran with them.”

The last transformation was into an army drill sergeant, complete with beret.

It does make me wonder... who do I secretly want to be? Beret’s are associated with both artists and Marines, and I do hold them to be roughly similar and opposite: both on the front lines of the culture wars. I can’t think “beret” without thinking “raspberry”, thanks to “he who cannot be named”, formerly a Prince.



"Walking in through the out door?" Sounds like Santa.

If we are truly experiencing a Luciferian, light-bringing moment in the collective human consciousness, then obviously, our inner Beast must be released. The Beast will not be denied, and I suppose the only question left is what kind of response do we have to it? Deny and project the Beast onto convenient scapegoats, or accept it as part of ourselves, and bring the black sheep home.