PSILODELIC LESBIAN CANDYLANd

A LITTLE PLAYGROUND OF OURS IN THE BUZZING ALCHEMICAL SPRING, the first spring ever

last update November 9, 2oo9            contact;EMAIL

Deep underground at the moment

Been deep underground the past weeks with hardly any presence on the internet. We are working on publishing The Rosalixion, The Family and The Flower Sun as one large opus where each book will be one part of the opus. Things are changing, as they always do, which is lovely! So, soon this whole website might start morphing into something new as well! As we hide away in our hideouts the best way to get a hold of us is by email so if you want to reach us send us an email: spirosandsissy AT gmail dot com 

Kisses from Mushroom Candyland---- Spiros, Sissy and the Sisters

Paintings by William Bokelund

As some of you know I paint paintings (And sew my own clothes. No that was a joke.). Having taken a pause from painting for half an eternity I am now back with the brush (I make my own brushes, using my own hair. Just kidding). As well as aiming to display my paintings on galleries I will also have my own gallery here on artsetfree.com where you can view as well as get your hands on my paintings. I am working on setting that up. For now, here are a few paintings I did 5 years ago, click here to view them.

Our new book The Family - We Ran Away With The Mushroom 

Wow are things getting weird in our new book. We just got a letter from the Queen, disguised as a letter from The Frog. In it we were told that we are frozen into the Telecaster, which is amazing news. Seems indeed that as Sissy has always said "Everything is hallucination". You can check out the new boo in its present format here.

Our new album was just released!

We just released our new album, on July 8, in celebration of the mushroom and of life and our shamanic breakthrough in early April and yes in celebration of everything! It's called More Mushroom Wine? and you can listen to and download it with this link or from the frontpage at www.artsetfree.com.

New song! Alien Dirtyslutsexgames by Spiros & Sissy Cogan

We are totally in love with this new song of ours. What a trip! It's not fully finished, but it's great as it is now. Yesterday a shamaness I know, Sunny is her name, came over and we recorded a new vocal for the song. Yay!    

New song for all you DJs!

We have made a new song that is for all you DJs. It's called DMtuss and it's a cut specifically to be used in DJ sets. Download it with this link.        Kisses from Sissy, Spiros & Bonnie

Rare video; Terence McKenna

Just had to share this vid you guys.

Dearest Rebecca my pusstuss, my little cuntie, my little candygirl of Forever, my peach rose! The sumclock opens in a spiral lust turn here in Spring. Wit's twin apple tree we trespassverse the opening gateway of silke. We be on the bed in the First House, supposedly the premier deep side, old old world, and fresh, fresh. Reades we find us transmelting in the enshrouding fonts, Re to Adeve to Read Eve’s Book Eterna Circumum-Circling All, Letters II, about as are we ever to our considewed connection at dawn, us blue loves of the tale. Was drunk we the special wine, bodily, as Lane to it, home. In the book by way we’ll overleaved us vanishing! Remember? Only four left now, you said, my dearest Rebecca Elizabeth. That be us in the place diwine beyond the end of the river. Seekness to land is days answered and felt the place down old thought’s sweet sweet delirium.
…Where many rivers are named…Where many rivers are named…
Remumbelle win we first drunk of the poison? It infused us and we infused it. We are going home now, darling. We are going home! We’ll wake up to pillow fighting— the most beautiful light will wake us! Something so marvelous it cannot be imagined lies on the other end of the riverfunnel. You can find me there, you said. I’m super awake. Your eyes open up closed.
Here a home in beyond, all by way of ended and intended letters dense in no one corner. Following way a naval unraveling so that we may ingest the Imagimatrix sun, alternatives chapter recognition in the DNA glowing crystal fractal. This unknowable does now by face dark newform an eye-edition of it and make fluid and only real the jam in the whole pie. It is indeed, as J.J. said, the snappiest shit out. Get that resurrection blooming from partly delirious occasions of hallucination. Oddman’s a blizzard, so diversified going forth, come! Spot also syllabelles: a few blue fruits to make the preparation, eat! Drink! Was nice to be gazing around on the pastures, but I a river so silly I no canna stay! Time to leave! Soon, soon, O how soon!
    Time leave…time leave…leave time…leave time…
    Shedding matter, leaving. We will bring with us what we want. Me kisses the wine spilt on this letter.
    From the meeting live still some calanders setting among and under the other, somehow speaking the height in ticktickeyes Spoken. Who clings to a decent snowycrested Saint before the search to wing supercrowd, then spare getting shadow amoist two (Mr Him and She and tossing place, last from Cutfigment of imagination) prebendary boundery and they whose beings succeeds to lovemerge with the Lux, we go resting on the cloud of an here manyworld sunbonbon and omit through generally of five pussyfours our secret plumodrome. As seen we be cloudhued in the fossilyears and now we be rising with the Rosy Dawn. Ranging in the lattice masks, exchanging parts of the Delicacy— busy is the halted house in the light, Plura’s applecheeks like coloring the bedrööm carnation (old), Nano herself the home of the self, thirds few of homelessness do perfect the nights, the festive chatchatcheat on white through the wild routes who rose the Tale, witty King and Queens angelical dive! Somewhere the monument of the means to get here, visional majesty aged rejuvenated long a singing dub in the First House. Amidst of potlids, doorbrasses, strawberry cake bake equipment with sugar on top we open the chest old to find the world new. The statue from the night sidewheel is still yesterday, overflow pink Gardens, the Place in the all open Plomari, two by doorway trio one with anysides half by the wine alcoherent. The time peace clings, the wine spouses our souls, placed in a mouth hail the name and attractionable signum parabellum curiously, such ladeis and that was enough! Haha! What an exquisite little twist! And the abode joined epipsychidically the tremendum of the sillycybin wunder-go-round wherout to sort out the form from the substance, so to say, the dreamer from the dreamt, all merged now in an Eden. This cocoahouse superficies the fixed in its sea most guardian, redeeming.
Kisses from Willjam your Jampot, your yumpot! Are you candygirl? Are you rivergirl? My rivergirl by any chance? Puss!

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Thanks DFM Radio!

Thank you DFM Radio for playing a whole full hour of my music on January 8 2oo9. JT mixed the music in a most lovely way! To tune in to DFM radio visit their website at http://dfm.nu/

/Spiros

Hi. So this is our new blog. I got so tired of not having full control of my blog, which I felt I didn't have with the Wordpress blog, that I decided to make one on my own. I won't bother about putting any dates on each post; who cares about the calandar anyway?

New song again!

So here is a new song we are working on, called Hold On To The Thread, Honey. It’s not finished we guess but, a good start. She Diamond on vocals (and perhaps you can hear Sissy in there too!) And keep a watch on the video at minute 4:30! A surprise to you there.

Kisses from candyland,

Spiros, Sissy and Bonnie

We pursue the Other through Eros into trancendence . . .

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I   H A V E   B U I L T   T H I S   T E M P L E
I N S I D E   M E
AND IT IS MELTING OVER INTO THE WORLD

 

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Let us therefore, tearing ages, at this moment repostarose a hatchfull of thankyouverymuch to the most oddscracking coaxing experimenters that ever gave their best hand into the chanceandrisk of the wisherdisc, woshing us with our fumblings no end of our poison and happy overlappings in the deep angleseaboard (Willi Cogan back to Jim Finnegan and all you boys and babes. And Jim, yes it did appear in next eon's issue round the whole universe with well widest circulation).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For Fergus rules the brazen cars. Is that real Gucci? I am a river, with no reflection. I am the daylight when the moon shines. E x t r a c e n t u r y   p e r c e p t i o n. At the beginning of the 21:st century, it had the potential to change humanity. We called it botanical logic. The keys. Given! Plum-entitle Cogan! Putting Pearls at Places in Dreams. A slender shard of mirrored magic.