i heard this somewhere, a truly well written quote to say the least of it, dont mind all of this flattery because even if it does sound like me i could always just look for it now and ah yes it says here that i wrote it ... a truly smart man, knows that he must be educated every moment of his life ... even if that means he must constantly re-educate himself on the things he thinks he already knows.
i dont know why i would post something as abstract ... or write melodies broken by time of repetition. things slow down and stop. eventually. this wont be last time nor was this the first time. this is another time. give time a heritage and we live with but .. a very distant descendant apparently very ill ...
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
indications of separations
to listen to the voice in the back of your head ... all the time ... can get annoying. but whats more annoying is when you ignore it and it tells you ''i told you so''. terrence mckenna [r.i.p.] has influenced me more under the influence of his ''persistency'', than i think i have been influenced by any other subject, but as in most cases, i hope to be decidedly wrong.
the title of this blog will by no means, justify the contents to anyone, except he or she who can see through curtains of ... velvet anything. mere ranting has never felt to be, or not to be, more shakespearean than ever before, to me .. my love though art nought but fair, that which ought to be denied me ... but denied only until i say cease! i can control who i am and what happens.
most people are sheep, behold we are sheep ... led far astray. my ideas stolen once written, now only exist in the cochlea .. when i come down off this mountain i won't remember why i wrote cochlea, so please lets just leave it alone. a persons destiny unfolds onto their skin renewed with vigor and power once touched by a radiant sun.
scientists all around the world in every field of knowledge imaginable has produced quite possibly 2 /5th's of all the information vital to the utopiafication of this planet .. yet we do nothing. we stand at our leaders side and advocate with them .. against another set of ''thems'' .. ''why the fuck cant we all just get a fucking-long already''. never the philosophical thinking type i somehow manage to astound every male older than me into ... child's play for conversation, just because they have no patience to let too much time pass between them and something .. they may actually like.
all words, like time, come back into play, some words will be quoted and others left out. i don't mind any mis-construction .. construe? mis-construed is what i just got as a possible candidate for an alternate word. but we cant get along because of the exact same reason. of course explanation will be provided but still only in part ... as i care not to do this too often no matter how many people read-and re-read. we cant get along because we want to seem better than everyone else. better spellers ... better actors .. more courageous, more rich ... technologically more advanced and the list goes on. i would like to thank germany for the term ''misconstrued''.
but that which holds us together only seem to have till 2013 ... because i heard that due to an explosion on a planetary level is due to creep up on several billion of us and kinda connect us back to the square root of the the diameter of the element light is made of. now i know it all seems scary. but why is it that some people embrace the holocaust ... from BOTH sides. i do not mean the ones in the past that are scary, because that's where i am getting my data. i mean the ones .. that intelligent people in this world have the capabilities of detecting and predicting.
a crazy guy once told me ... there's always a clock ... somewhere ticking down to something. i guess that meant he should devote his life to nothing, maybe he sees it differently. he definitely lives life harsher. the elements beat down his flesh more ... his skin and feet are dirty and thickened .. he smells, and he's over it. its a big step to get over one's smell .. when you smell utterly foul. but society is actually alot sicker. societies are sick things ... when sick people are in control of it ... simple ... shit.
but maybe its just an absence of love. love is just a word to billions of us. its my mother my father ... then crushed, often. mixed and stirred ... sometimes with ice. mostly without. but always protect yourself ... son, this world is a sick place to be, gotta love your God, your Queen and your country. unlearn all that bullshit she told me. ''... she had sex'' with the reverend, anyway that's what she told me, all i did was sit at a bar and wait for someone to bother my saturday night, in she came ... i talked real lame, she seemed a shame and a waste to be in this place. she shoulda been locked up because a good man knocked her up a few times ... but she was out to play. too many bad boys took her hopes and dreams away.
i stand alone, i stand ... i tire of all this i have to change. for money .. or love or power .. or nothing. death comes so quickly to those not looking for it .. not cooking up schemes and homemade pipe dreams .. turn religion .. turn oil into gold. a statement of faith shall not stand up to a statement of truth. and the truth shall set me free. have i spoken true? then why don't i feel free yet? maybe because i didn't get the key yet?
the title of this blog will by no means, justify the contents to anyone, except he or she who can see through curtains of ... velvet anything. mere ranting has never felt to be, or not to be, more shakespearean than ever before, to me .. my love though art nought but fair, that which ought to be denied me ... but denied only until i say cease! i can control who i am and what happens.
most people are sheep, behold we are sheep ... led far astray. my ideas stolen once written, now only exist in the cochlea .. when i come down off this mountain i won't remember why i wrote cochlea, so please lets just leave it alone. a persons destiny unfolds onto their skin renewed with vigor and power once touched by a radiant sun.
scientists all around the world in every field of knowledge imaginable has produced quite possibly 2 /5th's of all the information vital to the utopiafication of this planet .. yet we do nothing. we stand at our leaders side and advocate with them .. against another set of ''thems'' .. ''why the fuck cant we all just get a fucking-long already''. never the philosophical thinking type i somehow manage to astound every male older than me into ... child's play for conversation, just because they have no patience to let too much time pass between them and something .. they may actually like.
all words, like time, come back into play, some words will be quoted and others left out. i don't mind any mis-construction .. construe? mis-construed is what i just got as a possible candidate for an alternate word. but we cant get along because of the exact same reason. of course explanation will be provided but still only in part ... as i care not to do this too often no matter how many people read-and re-read. we cant get along because we want to seem better than everyone else. better spellers ... better actors .. more courageous, more rich ... technologically more advanced and the list goes on. i would like to thank germany for the term ''misconstrued''.
but that which holds us together only seem to have till 2013 ... because i heard that due to an explosion on a planetary level is due to creep up on several billion of us and kinda connect us back to the square root of the the diameter of the element light is made of. now i know it all seems scary. but why is it that some people embrace the holocaust ... from BOTH sides. i do not mean the ones in the past that are scary, because that's where i am getting my data. i mean the ones .. that intelligent people in this world have the capabilities of detecting and predicting.
a crazy guy once told me ... there's always a clock ... somewhere ticking down to something. i guess that meant he should devote his life to nothing, maybe he sees it differently. he definitely lives life harsher. the elements beat down his flesh more ... his skin and feet are dirty and thickened .. he smells, and he's over it. its a big step to get over one's smell .. when you smell utterly foul. but society is actually alot sicker. societies are sick things ... when sick people are in control of it ... simple ... shit.
but maybe its just an absence of love. love is just a word to billions of us. its my mother my father ... then crushed, often. mixed and stirred ... sometimes with ice. mostly without. but always protect yourself ... son, this world is a sick place to be, gotta love your God, your Queen and your country. unlearn all that bullshit she told me. ''... she had sex'' with the reverend, anyway that's what she told me, all i did was sit at a bar and wait for someone to bother my saturday night, in she came ... i talked real lame, she seemed a shame and a waste to be in this place. she shoulda been locked up because a good man knocked her up a few times ... but she was out to play. too many bad boys took her hopes and dreams away.
i stand alone, i stand ... i tire of all this i have to change. for money .. or love or power .. or nothing. death comes so quickly to those not looking for it .. not cooking up schemes and homemade pipe dreams .. turn religion .. turn oil into gold. a statement of faith shall not stand up to a statement of truth. and the truth shall set me free. have i spoken true? then why don't i feel free yet? maybe because i didn't get the key yet?
Friday, September 12, 2008
the day i stopped voting.
the title of this section was going to be more obscene, before i remembered and realized that this isnt my book ... this internet, its not just ours ... hold on to your passwords people, i dont and i am doing rather awful this evening, the bank called me at work. and they put my cousin on the phone to tell me i owed them 84 dollars ... and 31 cents. but on top of having a person within 5 miles of you that makes you sick [yeah let me fix this idea i am trying to deliver; ... a person makes me sick. i am allergic to a particular person, when we are 5 miles apart, i have an allergic reaction. that person is now within a 5 mile area ... and about 2 miles at least ... within any given moment. ] and the 84 31 thing was today too. ok so on to the obscenities.
about 7 days ago i heard a comment so innocent it seemed at that very moment believable and hold on a minute let me fact check it. the time that actually takes place between one sentence and the next can be alarmingly high. the stories i can tell you ... but i must try to remained focus ... anyone who can should read about canadian politicians. good stuff in there but the comment was that canada has had three prime ministers in a ten year span.
the person making the comment was an astute fellow head banger i met in a dive while surfing the net for free airfare to [invasion of privacy and deleted ed. s.m.] it seems like it doesnt matter the era you look at canadian politics, theres something in it that just feels good to me. politics is the face, and the machine currently making our world turn, politics is a very human thing and although most people do not follow the teachings of the people that led their ancestors ... people .. us .. we are quite fine following the ones of today with their bullshit.
but a political turnover as huge as that ... has to come from the amount of attention the citizens are paying to the people in their politiks [left in ed s.m.] thats alot of attention. thats the amount of attention that is near total ... and near total attention is what seems to be the only thing that makes the system of politics more efficient, to a level that only leads ''consumerism'' left ... to be dismantled from the inside of course, maybe someone sees another way, but i been fighting consumerism please dont make me type that word anymore ... i been fighting it (please note i would love to say that for the rest of the story whenever i say i was fighting an it .... i'd like for the reader to be well aware that i dont want to type that word again so i am not .. i dont care if i already typed it and all i have to do is cut and paste ... i am not cutting nor pasting, i am simply saying it.
i been going on too long now and the amount of time that passes between a paragraph seems to be enough to get a girl pregnant and lose about 8 years of time. its alot of time .. is all i am saying, dont think differently. and if you do. then good. for you. me i got no plane to catch so i'll be here all night. i never thought about that. the internet is where anybody can always be found at ... my ip address is marked. it might be a good thing ... maybe i should pay more attention to that. instead of voting for awhile. as well as my unopened internet bill. as you see i will be fighting 'it' for a long time to come.
i only did that it like that because even if you are ADD it should now register for always the its's you will see in the future.
about 7 days ago i heard a comment so innocent it seemed at that very moment believable and hold on a minute let me fact check it. the time that actually takes place between one sentence and the next can be alarmingly high. the stories i can tell you ... but i must try to remained focus ... anyone who can should read about canadian politicians. good stuff in there but the comment was that canada has had three prime ministers in a ten year span.
the person making the comment was an astute fellow head banger i met in a dive while surfing the net for free airfare to [invasion of privacy and deleted ed. s.m.
but a political turnover as huge as that ... has to come from the amount of attention the citizens are paying to the people in their politiks [left in ed s.m.] thats alot of attention. thats the amount of attention that is near total ... and near total attention is what seems to be the only thing that makes the system of politics more efficient, to a level that only leads ''consumerism'' left ... to be dismantled from the inside of course, maybe someone sees another way, but i been fighting consumerism please dont make me type that word anymore ... i been fighting it (please note i would love to say that for the rest of the story whenever i say i was fighting an it .... i'd like for the reader to be well aware that i dont want to type that word again so i am not .. i dont care if i already typed it and all i have to do is cut and paste ... i am not cutting nor pasting, i am simply saying it.
i been going on too long now and the amount of time that passes between a paragraph seems to be enough to get a girl pregnant and lose about 8 years of time. its alot of time .. is all i am saying, dont think differently. and if you do. then good. for you. me i got no plane to catch so i'll be here all night. i never thought about that. the internet is where anybody can always be found at ... my ip address is marked. it might be a good thing ... maybe i should pay more attention to that. instead of voting for awhile. as well as my unopened internet bill. as you see i will be fighting 'it' for a long time to come.
i only did that it like that because even if you are ADD it should now register for always the its's you will see in the future.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
time ...
ok i just need to get this outta my head. i am not trying to explain anything to you outside of my own terminology lets just say this one is for me. maybe another post here will be of more interest to you but, how to give praise for to a mature for a blow job well received. i do apologize but someone gave me a few tips on how to get more hits to your blogsite .. and those words are a few so. nevermind them. let me talk about time.
time is mental. its the watch on your hand its the clock on the wall. and for those of us with true time guaging skills .. its the sun in the sky. but time is mental. all in our heads. sometimes individually and more often than not, collectively. time moves in one direction and memory moves in the opposite .. memory doesn't grasp a moment until time lets go of it.
it has been noted that marijuana squeezes out or frazzles and stretches the usual and ordinary sense of time. mary jane is time's worst enemy. i mean she does more than just ... take a dump on father time, she also helps many of those people who often need to pres pause on their lives. i know of many times i wish i could have pressed pause. will this blog bite me in the ass in 30 years? see there i go romanticizing time ... and its all in my mind.
"the 60's pop music, characteristically a psychedelic style [fueled by LSD] was ideologically ... hallucinatory, transforming concrete time and space into a higher realm of imagination and art. " i read that somewhere i think i am paraphrasing, but i wont take credit for summarizing the 60's so exactly ... so eloquently. i think it went on to talk about how humans are creatures of time, and slaves to it. willing slaves. we look at days and months and years, and that is what makes us age .. our perception of time. time will not be found on the periodic table of elements. ever wonder what that is all about? that means that no substance at its core has any relationship to time ... physically. though time may also belong to it ... even this is hard to grasp ... even while you are holding mary jane's hand.
time though not tangible is still physical. hmmm ever wonder what else could be what time can do? time .. once seriously studied, can be as hard to explain .. well hard for me .. but time finds itself classed with other things like the human mind, its soul .. its body. our bodies are [the temple of the God] and another text says our body is essentially just an aqueous suspension of giant organic molecules .. designed to defy gravity .. while gravity wield time as its weapon against us. who will win? stay tuned ...
our watches .. our seiko's and rolexx's and casio's all have a similar rhythms. but we still follow those rhythms differently. we let it seduce us ... those rhythms control us more than i think.
time is mental. its the watch on your hand its the clock on the wall. and for those of us with true time guaging skills .. its the sun in the sky. but time is mental. all in our heads. sometimes individually and more often than not, collectively. time moves in one direction and memory moves in the opposite .. memory doesn't grasp a moment until time lets go of it.
it has been noted that marijuana squeezes out or frazzles and stretches the usual and ordinary sense of time. mary jane is time's worst enemy. i mean she does more than just ... take a dump on father time, she also helps many of those people who often need to pres pause on their lives. i know of many times i wish i could have pressed pause. will this blog bite me in the ass in 30 years? see there i go romanticizing time ... and its all in my mind.
"the 60's pop music, characteristically a psychedelic style [fueled by LSD] was ideologically ... hallucinatory, transforming concrete time and space into a higher realm of imagination and art. " i read that somewhere i think i am paraphrasing, but i wont take credit for summarizing the 60's so exactly ... so eloquently. i think it went on to talk about how humans are creatures of time, and slaves to it. willing slaves. we look at days and months and years, and that is what makes us age .. our perception of time. time will not be found on the periodic table of elements. ever wonder what that is all about? that means that no substance at its core has any relationship to time ... physically. though time may also belong to it ... even this is hard to grasp ... even while you are holding mary jane's hand.
time though not tangible is still physical. hmmm ever wonder what else could be what time can do? time .. once seriously studied, can be as hard to explain .. well hard for me .. but time finds itself classed with other things like the human mind, its soul .. its body. our bodies are [the temple of the God] and another text says our body is essentially just an aqueous suspension of giant organic molecules .. designed to defy gravity .. while gravity wield time as its weapon against us. who will win? stay tuned ...
our watches .. our seiko's and rolexx's and casio's all have a similar rhythms. but we still follow those rhythms differently. we let it seduce us ... those rhythms control us more than i think.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
one time i was ...
i really don't want to post what i have written
not because it compromises my character
but because its not copy-written and will be stolen forthwith
if you aren't gonna steal my shit
make a promise to me ...
write it down on a piece of paper sign it for me and then send it to the
charmin ultra tissue company RE: T.Johnson special blend
then email me and i will share
but if you are going to steal an idea or two
just tell me ...
a lil honesty aint never hurt mel gibson
though he didn't give the Gideons a dime ... [i am sure]
not because it compromises my character
but because its not copy-written and will be stolen forthwith
if you aren't gonna steal my shit
make a promise to me ...
write it down on a piece of paper sign it for me and then send it to the
charmin ultra tissue company RE: T.Johnson special blend
then email me and i will share
but if you are going to steal an idea or two
just tell me ...
a lil honesty aint never hurt mel gibson
though he didn't give the Gideons a dime ... [i am sure]
Who is Enough?
if all i had was me
would that be enough?
would that be enough for you
or for my English teacher to give me a 'b' instead of the 'd'
she seemed so eager to place upon my paper
cuz my work wasn't up to her standards?
would i be enough to walk up to and talk up to Saddam and
ask that madman why he did the way he did
indoctrinating kids to fight for reasons
he didn't believe in enough to fight for himself
would i be enough to take on the extra assignments
at the office that no one else wants because
i would cut my solitaire time in half
separating myself from the average staff as being more
when the point of the assignment was my boss's raise maker
if all i had was me is that enough for a raise?
would i be enough to write the song that would unite
those with the same thoughts, do i need to do more than
the little i do now, but how
would i be enough to sit my mother and my sister down
over dinner and prove my lesbian sister a lesser sinner
to encourage love, am i enough to make love happen in my own
home, in my own heart i wonder am i enough
if all i had was me and no boys in the crew
no beer jokes and cigar smokes would i be enough to myself
am i enough am i all it takes to stop helplessness
and homelessness, cant i take that guy in off the street
i got a spare room and would like to assume that i can
i got more than i need, more clothes and food and time
and money but is the little i have, enough to give
would i be enough to empty orphanages when there are kids
growing up antagonized and without friends
would i be enough to brighten anyones day with a smile
with a listening ear, with truth in saying i care
how can i be enough to stop the crime its happening all the time
how can i be enough, life's a tree i still gotta climb
would i be enough to the families i drive by
avoiding saying hi cuz i really don't have time to talk
about them and their problems and discover the problems
and solve them for them who cant
if all i had was me and my hands and feet
to help the lady out there on the street
with three kids and a huge headache
change her two tires before i get too tired
to go home and wish i was enough of the man
i wish to be
so that i could make love to a woman
i thought was enough for me
would that be enough?
would that be enough for you
or for my English teacher to give me a 'b' instead of the 'd'
she seemed so eager to place upon my paper
cuz my work wasn't up to her standards?
would i be enough to walk up to and talk up to Saddam and
ask that madman why he did the way he did
indoctrinating kids to fight for reasons
he didn't believe in enough to fight for himself
would i be enough to take on the extra assignments
at the office that no one else wants because
i would cut my solitaire time in half
separating myself from the average staff as being more
when the point of the assignment was my boss's raise maker
if all i had was me is that enough for a raise?
would i be enough to write the song that would unite
those with the same thoughts, do i need to do more than
the little i do now, but how
would i be enough to sit my mother and my sister down
over dinner and prove my lesbian sister a lesser sinner
to encourage love, am i enough to make love happen in my own
home, in my own heart i wonder am i enough
if all i had was me and no boys in the crew
no beer jokes and cigar smokes would i be enough to myself
am i enough am i all it takes to stop helplessness
and homelessness, cant i take that guy in off the street
i got a spare room and would like to assume that i can
i got more than i need, more clothes and food and time
and money but is the little i have, enough to give
would i be enough to empty orphanages when there are kids
growing up antagonized and without friends
would i be enough to brighten anyones day with a smile
with a listening ear, with truth in saying i care
how can i be enough to stop the crime its happening all the time
how can i be enough, life's a tree i still gotta climb
would i be enough to the families i drive by
avoiding saying hi cuz i really don't have time to talk
about them and their problems and discover the problems
and solve them for them who cant
if all i had was me and my hands and feet
to help the lady out there on the street
with three kids and a huge headache
change her two tires before i get too tired
to go home and wish i was enough of the man
i wish to be
so that i could make love to a woman
i thought was enough for me
Monday, August 27, 2007
Dedication to TalkRadio
please realize i realize we are all poets, i accept the mantle, i know it suits others a bit better, mines feels a lil wetter than usual, but thats besides the point, and above the part, i am stalling before you start to read. so i took a stab again and emptied my trashy mind again its amazing how quickly stuff get in here that shouldn't be hear, or here or heard. but my mind makes em into words and so here i type.
the fu ... that i don't care with
can sink ships
will make lips stop and slip
tripping over little words like
why and how again and again like
why and how and when
now can you press pause
like you're pressing down hard
on the gauze that the nurse just
bandaged your head up in
be glad you're not bed-ridden
or love smitten like those folks there
over where freedom is not a word
verbs like that aren't often heard
instead there are words of dread
even life seems dead
to those of you and me who refuse to see
that what we are doing here and now
even now and here are related lies
and we believe we will survive
and live false lives of false cries
but those folks there real cries haunt us, daunt us
make me feel like we're stuck
and i myself can't give a fu ...
It's not meant to be cynic, or scenic or graphic, its just what i did, with the CNN i cant rid and the MTV and E! i wish the TV did. get rid of. its not meant to be deep or sweet, or neat. or callous or cold, like life i guess its meant to get old, before its understood. i'd explain it now ... you dare me ??? i would. nah i'm just playing. i'm good. you would just never remember it anyway.
-fin.
the fu ... that i don't care with
can sink ships
will make lips stop and slip
tripping over little words like
why and how again and again like
why and how and when
now can you press pause
like you're pressing down hard
on the gauze that the nurse just
bandaged your head up in
be glad you're not bed-ridden
or love smitten like those folks there
over where freedom is not a word
verbs like that aren't often heard
instead there are words of dread
even life seems dead
to those of you and me who refuse to see
that what we are doing here and now
even now and here are related lies
and we believe we will survive
and live false lives of false cries
but those folks there real cries haunt us, daunt us
make me feel like we're stuck
and i myself can't give a fu ...
It's not meant to be cynic, or scenic or graphic, its just what i did, with the CNN i cant rid and the MTV and E! i wish the TV did. get rid of. its not meant to be deep or sweet, or neat. or callous or cold, like life i guess its meant to get old, before its understood. i'd explain it now ... you dare me ??? i would. nah i'm just playing. i'm good. you would just never remember it anyway.
-fin.
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