CHRIS REPPUCCI

Ok I’m going to go over some thoughts on wtf is going on here from an astrological perspective. I’ll try to keep this concise so stick with me: Jupiter and Saturn have been conjoining in Earth signs since 1802. In 1980 they conjoined in an air sign for the first time, but then conjoined in Taurus in 2000 and then will conjoin in Aquarius later this year on December 21st. Meaning: the entire industrialized age of human culture favoring resource plundering, territory contro

The hand which quivers above the quiver, not from fear, but from something in the air, more like a liquid medium the body walks through to proceed in steady motion on the trail of its moving target which is both everywhere and somewhere hidden away in a far off sector of the unsurveyed area. Our pursuits, both romantic and rashly real take us off map into uncharted territory where insights incinerate the paper wrapped powder charges we brought along at night when we wait in

The needles jump and twitch as the paper streams through like a ribbon of dry milk electrified by a frozen bolt of graphite static coursing cross parallel lines, the thin solid strips of time that host the erratic rise and fall of everything contained between eon ends. Outside the mile thick solid stone walls are lead wires that tap through the bare crust and pierce down into the bedrock, boring nearly to the mantle, where sensitive nodules operate on the seismic vibrations

The tomb chamber, pregnant with bone, fills the void to unknown extant, the lid stone rolls shut with a satisfying click and all within is immersed in darkness, or so we believe but do not know. The slabs of stone descend as stairs, level that reach into caverns below, the walls around the vast space chiseled from soft volcanic rock into rectangular reliefs, inset with busts of those great few that came before and set down the corner stones from which our history has been st