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Kerouac
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Friday, May 9, 2014
Sunday, March 30, 2014
CRAZY SMARF
only through suffering is one enabled
with the strength
to survive –
Being There
Touching the
Void
Shutter Island
Inland Empire
Blue Jasmine
Adaptation
The Shining
Night of the Living Dead
Apocalypse Now
Night of the Living Dead
Apocalypse Now
Inkpot
“little brown
body in a gray sheet bed in the slums of
Telegraph Hill
huge figure in the history of the night
yes but only one
among many – the asexuality of the
WORK also the
sudden gut joy of beer when the visions
of great words
in rhythmic order all in one giant arch
angel go roaring
thru my brain so I lie in the dark also
seeing also
hearing the jargon of the future worlds –
damajehe eleout
ekeke dhdkdk dldoud – d ekeoeu dfh
kehgyt better
not a more than lther ehe the macmurphy
out of that
dgardent that which strangely he doth mdo
dudltkdip-
baseeaatra- poor examples because of the
mechanical needs
of typing of the flow of river sounds
words dark
leading to the future and attesting to the
madness
hollowness ring and roar of my mind which
blessed or
unblessed is where trees sing – in a funny
wind – well
being believes he’ll go to heaven a word
to the wise is
enough – “Smart went Crazy” wrote
Allen Ginsberg.)
Reasons why I didn’t go home at 3
am. – and
example.”
Kerouac, The Subterraneans
Thursday, March 13, 2014
DESCRIPTION OF A MYTH
almost everyone
says “perception is reality”
and I shake my
head paralyzed by silence:
I see a
molecular portrait of the world presented
through a
collage of free form expression
parallel signs
of a quantum mind exploring and
embracing the
existential spectrum of words
in a
simultaneous experience of memory and
imagination
searching for meaning created from
the immediate
awareness of being alive –
and I realize if
reality is reality then perception
is merely an
illusion used to establish a contrast
to the unknown
therefore
pairing the above quote with silence
is not only
logical it is poetry…
Saturday, February 1, 2014
RETURN OF THE TRUTH
>>>>>
keep your socks on we might be in for
>
another
>>
round
>>>
or
>>>>
20
>>>>>
and don't feel bad for having to chop me
> up
>>
like
>>>
veal
>>>>
every once in a while even if I don't show my
>>>>>
appreciation - it just occurred to me
> that
>>
the
>>>
only
>>>>
thing I know how to do is to adjust myself to
>
better
>>>>>
fit other people's opinions...
>>>>>
>>>>>
I looked inside Brah and found nothing but
> a
>>
giant
>>>>
gaping abyss
>>>>>
black light
>>>>>
dark energy
>>>>>
total void
>>>>>
devil’s grin
>>>>>
negative zone
>>>>>
death & destruction
>>>>>
moldy farts & dried turd bombs
>>>>>
toe jam & cunt crust
>>>>>
sour titty juice Brah
>>>>>
vintage ass cheese (makes the bleu stuff
>
smell
>>>
like
>>>>
roses)
>>>>>
>>>>>
I'm all rotten Brah
>>>>>
got nothing to go for
>>>>>
the dream is over Brah
>>>>>
Giants won
>>>>>
Brady is a poser
>>>>>
Sox are going to lose to Detroit
>>>>>
Detroit is already a cancerous tumor to
>>
America's
>>>>
gallbladder:
>>>>>
"if you ain't lying you ain't trying"
>>>>>
>>>>>
Brady lost because we're all lost
>>>>>
Freedom?
>>>>>
Freedumb?
>>>>>
what the fuck is Freedom?
>>>>>
can't walk to the 7/11 for skittles
>
without
>>
some
>>>>
psychopathic madman out
>>>>>
on community patrol with a loaded gun
> says "he
>>>
stood
>>>>
his ground"
>>>>>
30,000 cases of rape reported in the
>
military
>>
last
>>>>
year:
>>>>>
The Pope wears pantyhose:
>>>>>
and Marijuana is still considered a Class 1
>>>
Narcotic:
>>>>>
Isn't it still slavery even if the chains
> have
>>>
been
>>>>
replaced with paper currency not
>>>>> worth the pulp it's printed on?
>>>>>
>>>>>
what's it all for?
>>
>>
>>>
fake shit & smart bombs?
>>>>
>>>>> red white & fuck you
>>>>> red white & fuck you
>>>>>
baseball apple pie & Who Gives a SHIT
>>>>>
>>>>>
I'm out...
Monday, December 30, 2013
GO TIME
stay out of the sun and off the sauce until further notice have
been living in a fictional bubble pure la-la wonderland of raw
imagination projected to the invisible screen inside my skull
no applause required
silence preferred under these circumstances
ever notice how Santa and Satan are never in the same room
at the same time?
just one more reason why I believe 2 wrongs can make a right
especially in a completely virtualized world such as ours golden
techno glow existential fairytale collision of coincidence drives
a level head sideways screenshot saved for the final goodbye a
mad dog spit at midnight bottom lip split in half between first or
last gripped around memories on the run from the past history is
no longer behind but within us appearances and interpretations
images words and parallel injunctions among leery eyed warriors
enlisted to protect a vanishing code of what was once in place to
hold all of us accountable to mean what we say even though the
Creator has been dead for quite a while already "Language and
the prejudices upon which language is based are a manifold
hindrance to us when we want to explain inner processes and
drives: because of the fact for example that words really exist
only for superlative degrees of these processes and drives; and
where words are lacking we are accustomed to abandon exact
observation because exact thinking there becomes painful; and
indeed in earlier times one involuntarily concluded that where
the realm of words ceased the realm of existence ceased also.
Anger, hatred, love, pity, desire, knowledge, joy, pain - all are
names for extreme states: milder middle degrees, not to speak
of the lower degrees which are continually in play, elude us,
and yet it is they which weave the web of our character and of
our destiny."
Nietzsche, Daybreak
been living in a fictional bubble pure la-la wonderland of raw
imagination projected to the invisible screen inside my skull
no applause required
silence preferred under these circumstances
ever notice how Santa and Satan are never in the same room
at the same time?
just one more reason why I believe 2 wrongs can make a right
especially in a completely virtualized world such as ours golden
techno glow existential fairytale collision of coincidence drives
a level head sideways screenshot saved for the final goodbye a
mad dog spit at midnight bottom lip split in half between first or
last gripped around memories on the run from the past history is
no longer behind but within us appearances and interpretations
images words and parallel injunctions among leery eyed warriors
enlisted to protect a vanishing code of what was once in place to
hold all of us accountable to mean what we say even though the
Creator has been dead for quite a while already "Language and
the prejudices upon which language is based are a manifold
hindrance to us when we want to explain inner processes and
drives: because of the fact for example that words really exist
only for superlative degrees of these processes and drives; and
where words are lacking we are accustomed to abandon exact
observation because exact thinking there becomes painful; and
indeed in earlier times one involuntarily concluded that where
the realm of words ceased the realm of existence ceased also.
Anger, hatred, love, pity, desire, knowledge, joy, pain - all are
names for extreme states: milder middle degrees, not to speak
of the lower degrees which are continually in play, elude us,
and yet it is they which weave the web of our character and of
our destiny."
Nietzsche, Daybreak
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