Paranoiac-Critical:

buy my books! :D  https://www.lulu.com/shop/search.ep?keyWords=Steven+Mullahoo&type= "[a] spontaneous method of irrational understanding based upon the interpretative critical association of delirious phenomena." - Salvador Dali.

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https://twitter.com/asodofficial/status/1235254168564256768?s=19

The Man With The Rainbow Net on Twitter

“tw: surrealism, but I'd like you to finally meet the Stovetop: https://t.co/fESyx6R6q1”

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In 2019 I published three poetry books one after another as I wrote them. I liked what they had, but some mysterious quality felt missing. In September I sat down with those hundreds of poems and essays and set myself to the task of Seeing What I Could Find– what stories, perhaps unbeknownst to me, might be crouching within? I dove into my own jungle, with no clue or hope for what I might find, and discovered something so much greater than I could’ve possibly imagined:

The Man With The Rainbow Net.

the official tagline: “The surreal memoirs of an imaginary man with a rainbow net.”

This book is a ~200 page reorganized system of poetry and prose and spice that begins with the creation of the universe and ends with…well, no spoilers. Featuring up to 7 (?) weaving narratives of reality, fantasy, and the subconscious of all living things, I like to refer to this superstory as being closer to experimental epic poetry than anything else. It draws heavily from the canon of dark exploration and conversation that is Dante’s Inferno, The House of Leaves, and so much more; our hero with the rainbow net hunts in the wild jungles of Imagination until he soon finds himself dead, murdered by some perhaps-invisible creature…but that’s just the beginning. His awakening and travels through the underworld play out in the footnotes as well as the heart of the pages themselves, jumping in and out of questions about death, God, the Fountain of Youth, and what it means to be 1+1. A host of bizarre and fantastic characters take the stage to tell their stories and ask over two hundred questions to both him and the reader on his journey…what, do you think, your answers will be?

I absolutely loved the process of making this and hope many or any of you will come along for the ride. I could quite literally write an entire college course on this book alone, and just might– i you pay attention to or buy any one thing of mine, let this be it. Support your local starving, wide-eyed artists ;^) Thank you!!

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October

The trees are angry tonight--

They stirred all day in broiling suit

building to a bursting saw now

Furious! lashing about their hot tears fly

from their fingers in a storm, dark

the winds are not for them they are

From them, latched about their arms they

throw it out wet in buffets with no smoke-

but so now Wild! They are in a fury's haze

doubled down in night among the stars

their thousand green eyed children cloak

in black and scream about,

ripping Reaching for the sky or perhaps just

for one another,

wherein each they feel the blazes

thousand miles wide...

mouths howl in the open flight.

God, angry are the trees tonight.

(-s.m.)

[inspiredink]

Untitled

By Steven Mullahoo

pocket universes in your coatjacket heart

they seem so self sustaining, infinite in the moment

cold fusion sun, no black holes,

everything forever.

if there was ever a time that could keep you

alive, infinite in the slow frozen moment,

it would be in those times:

Where you never want to leave

Where you could live love forever.

It’s always about that isn’t it?

The times you’d travel back to,

The ones you could live forever in

The ones they’d live forever in

pocket universes in your coatjacket heart.

(-s.m.)

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Aphrodite Sucks Me Off At Midnight

I'm greekin out, man,

What do I do?

There's an Ancient God sayin "toodleydoo."

Yeah she's takin off, (she's really quite busy)

Got a clam to close,

but she swear:

"She text me."

Oh I Can't Believe, I got fucked in the ass!

By the late great brotherfuckin

Queen of the Sass.

"Oh yeah Smite me Zaddy"

(She whispered in my ear,)

Eventhough her Golden Cock

was 8 inches in my rear!

I just Can't believe! I got fucked in the ass!

by the late great motherfuckin-

Wait was that Zeus?

-s.m.

[hatstitsasscereal]

today’s my birthday and it would be omega cool o y’all if you peeped and / or bought one of my books! :D there’s a full blown fantasy novel in there along with three litty poetry books about all sorts of cool stuff and cool words I promise :)

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[penandinkammunition]

(tunes)

I don’t really-really-really wanna fuck ya girlfriend

I really-really-really-

don’t really care,

(I don’ really-really-really-)

wanna fuck ya girlfriend,

(I really-really-really-)

don’ think thas fair?

(I really-really

really-really

really-really really-really

really really really really

REALLY really really really really

wanna fuck your mom.

(-s.m.)

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Tbh this song is so good

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Published another book!!

“a poetry / poetries” I guess I call them but it’s book 2 of 3 tm.

100 pages, chapbooky size, $7.01 + shipping!

Do u like surrealism? Bizarre word play? Beautiful travels across the darkness of Imagination? Emotionally participating in and with art?

https://www.lulu.com/shop/search.ep?keyWords=Steven+Mullahoo&type=

Go buy and read them!! *thankful praying emoji*

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The Aggronauts

It makes me sad to see what we used to say

but when we make shit up just to keep sailing,

I'm not really sure we're to blame.

Kept warm by the Golden Fleece,

we sailed on bright yellow flags of surrender

two ships passing in the light,

and now i can't help but remember

that your decks were covered in cannons

as I drifted quietly into the West.

(-s.m.)

[hatstitsasscereal]

follow me ! I follow u

[penandinkammunition]

Mmm girl u look like dat pussy smell like a Subway, gurl.

Not like 'a subway' but like, A Subway, like, sweet onion chicken teriyaki lookin ass mm...

But like not Too much onion I think that b some kinda yeast inflection type u kno

Not that the sweet sauce is doin u any favors either but

U can have some o this sweet sauce nahmean haha

It won't get u inflected tho like I got tested recently I think like 2017 but

to be fair I think we can catch a yeets infection even If we clean I'm clean I assume yea I know you clean too ok

As long as u pee after u kno so like if u got a bathroom that's all we need bbg

We dont, we aren't gunna have to fuck in there I mean we can If that's okay

Not okay like I mean I Want it or anything but it's just fine if we do

That might be kinda hot actually...

Wait when did she leave

(-s.m.)

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(-s.m.)

[hatstitsasscereal]

who who who whowho!

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spoilers

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At night I wander in my zoo

and I wish you hadn't mentioned godliness

for now it does consume me.

It eats up my body whole and soul it

is feasting on my insides,

Carving out a cave in me i-

-

i feel its raining-

-

its rey-ning

in of me toward something at the end i think

instead of pulling it's-

it's like I'm falling...

like I've been falling

down to it...

-

"It's like I'm full of saintly-winged-thoughts now!

A Swooping Soaring Caravan!

Of darting birds and swooning angels!

high on breezeblown rays of light!

above my fullbloom forest night,

the nights I wander in my zoo,

and

I wish you hadn't mentioned godliness

For now it does consume me

high above my fullbloom forest night.

(-s.m.)

[penandinkammunition]

I have to realize:

I'm a master conman

command of the land of our brains

sheep bleating shepherd of dreams;

there's something evil about art.

It is deception put forth.

It is veil and chain.

even if it's honest they still don't know what you mean

You, yeah I mean like You

Whenever you do something anything-

people have to interpret it.

How hard are you making it for them?

Why?

Art opens the show to a second curtain;

can you guess what lies behind?

(-s.m.)