dave and darren

I don't even know where to begin.

Dave and Darren are real

Dave created it for me, smile, everything
and Darren was what i thought he would be.

FWD was the magazine.

I don't know how to explain what just happened.

Dave Parkinson III

in the town, where i was born

the land of the free
the lights at my door
the finger on my hand
the tools in the room
what room
your room
do you want milk
i can help you find it
3.5%
it's okay we can still be friends
but it goes both ways
left and right then left again
wondering
wishing
thinking
how to accomplish this task
there's three storylines to approach
how should i adapt it
escape the asylum
laughed off stage
crying yet laughing
tears of a clown
no more clowning around
shine your teeth up
giggle a little
hand stands and makeup
this will give them a thrill
or is it the circus
3 for 3
just give me my nitrous oxide
and i'll see you very well
lightbulbs flashing, taking pictures of latitude
kiss on the cheek
dancing cheek to cheek
don't get cheeky
to the land you live
silence is loud
please don't laugh at me
or me
or me
or me
or me
or me
especially him
himself as one
crying in the shadows
hey thats a nice coat
purple and green
he just do what he please

three chances over airwaves

yo yo gage was right in his comfy chair
blonde as in mister what has he done
for the madsen is a poet and actor and a family man
pumped gas all day, walken in the rain
first time no good it ain't frozen out, 1st try
second time not right, kill bill volume 1 times too many
but three
lucky three
ask the idiom
the third times right
ask the character man named Budd

intrepid thoughts in a tough time

i found myself hanging from a tree this morning while I was drinking coffee. I shouldn't drink coffee, for the effect on my nervous system becomes mixed. I don't  know whether to smile or frown.

i found myself buried in the grass, under a tombstone of an iguana i once had. His name was duh iggy and i always called him ziggy. I'm sure he could have played that guitar. and then we bitched.

The line changed at starbucks at a moment when my being was confused. unable to react,  unable to think and the performance was lousy. the critics were there and i cried. but i think i found sarah. she knows it too.

everything is blurry and the tears encompass my eyes. I fought with my mom about dumb things, over dramatically but i love her. i don't know what to think about anymore

my brain is tired my soul dissipated when nick wasn't there. i hear everything but i don't think i have the role yet. i just need a vacation from studying. you have your reading week and i have mine. i actually read that week.

missed another important cue. doctor with his wife and kids, i missed cadence. again, pet semetary. I am now Hugo's Frankenstein and I can't give up yet.

like people say, will you work for no money and continue the practice. I will live like a goat and as long as i can give back to the city I can and will. when is this possible.

all my friends are above me  spirit. i am my own friend. and it's beginning, the rain. Vertov I believe. we can film in Hamilton and i can cast the characters while the ending will be written as so it goes. 3/4 of material then 1/4 of improve. pure Godard.

i don't have the equipment, but i have the ideal, the vision, the grasp in my hand.  and then i get depressed and hate myself.  everyday is different. and i sleep when i can. but why hide. hyde ng.

i'm on the encyclopedia of health and whatever king or Nietzsche I have lying around. I would love to play Friedrich or Einstein. I just need to get out. I'm on mars and need to react with the team.

and if you're reading this, this is my 21 post in november, blackjack as the weather lady said. what else, oh, i was sitting in the coffee shop right in front of a sticker that said come and i just couldn't leave. pop culture at it's finest. misunderstood in the moment. deliberation in the reflection.

to mad to speak, so I must howl.


help us help all

mahalo!
no body only spirit and soul

times of trouble

well,my old geetar busted
i'm rambling around
reading oh goodness
oh lordly get down

you watch and you see
what life is meant to be
yet you calmly ignore
fulfilling the deed

times of trouble
break down my soul
all i have left is my spirit
a body so warm

i found myself in a leopard skin
with Lucy and Judas and Rumpelstiltskin
they play for a dollar
much more than i play

there's  no harmony in this sad song
no playing, around no messing the floor
god told Abel, to do what he must
he sinned for his weakness and his son is lost

times of trouble
break down my soul
all i have left is my spirit
and my body's so warm

contemplating my fortune
coins dropped in a hat
some are nickels, some pieces of crust
he died for his lust

this song ain't quite over
the train track moves on
i ride the northbound
i hope it's my home

times of trouble
break down my soul
all i have left is my spirit
and a body so warm

i hope it's my home
i hope i find it
i hope it's mine
i hope it's my home

the days get longer
my hands, hard as rock
i hope i find it
i hope it's my home.

do you remember?

when the chimp smoked the cigar

when he stepped on rakes that had no place being there

dental plan! lisa needs braces!

gazpacho!

she throws barts heart in a a garbage, well a wall, then it slides to the garbage

when burns was an alien

trab pu kcip

homer and his nacho hat, with the cheese cleverly disguised in the middle

when they're house told them to leave

when moes burns down and homer makes a bar in the basement

anti-bully spray, pretty much just salad dressing

homer nailing something on the roof and the shadow scares marge

grandma and grandpa growing up in new york

mrs bouvier mrs bouvier! with the ending a la midnight cowboy
-kudos to neil young

do you remember?
when the simpsons had cool pop culture references my generation will never forget

i hear a cough, i hear a cough

what hasth happened to me
dare I look death in the eye and fail
is there a chance for the glum to be remembered
on the shores of Malibu?

on the shores of Malibu, this epic takes place
home to the rich
hung by the dead
forever in the grasps of immoral men

for I never leave the house
I see from the inside out
let me find a way back
tear me a new thread
hold back vicious dollarhyde

from the movies we spent

in time of essence
existence unknown by men
do they know?
is this their joke?
am I just a ragged muse?

i will not contend
this page is too small to enter my verbs
my mouse pad too sensitive
my mind foggy

a British lad with no tea
or teeth
or mandible
or tongue
come hither we

for the times do not change for centuries
i write til it's blood
then more
more
cast it away
i don't need no well of ink
i need serpents tongue
devious octopus plays
the vicious he writes

for now is no time to play

Gg

vogelfrei

the doctor is in
for what, you may ask?

to understand weakness
to end all man's grief

the doctor of love
lust
desire
health
fitness
lightning (like Zeus)
with a stomach full
as so it goes

he has the medicines
tucked in his shoe
for nausea
depression
loneliness
and gloom

the man calls from the room
an appendix forsaken
in the next room
the devil, he opens
the room goes a shine

polish with wax
don't drink turpentine
forever at last
may the warden  heave, full-blast
thou shall nobody ever heath nor ask

this tiny tale of madness

Gg

prelude in rhymes

as if time stands still
you wait for me
along the brush comb
of life to be

in light of a truly important matter
you sing gently to me like a hatter
your words are just
forever lust
until Rome is conquered by a jealous fuss

the man of Caesar falls by his peers
they stab him in the back
to make themselves clear
like newsprint they are nothing
a toss in the rag

Dionysus spits back
for we cherish his soul
windows open
doors close
the midnight train approaches

the ability to compromise is shunned
wrapped up like a godly warm bun
frequent travels on frequency
your mind is open
let us peer thy near

somehow i read german, thus and thereafter

i'm writing down things that I don't understand

missing act one

lightsabers
hopefully
weren't
lost today
stuck in the role
couldn't say hello
chewy
nougat is
signs
latter fields
make me believe
that i am still real.

just a student in this teaching of life
just say hello
it won't make a fright
a cup of coffee for the night
take a bite
sleep understood
for he Friedrich is the writer
and I am his faithful...dew

moments with Zarathustra

hey hey woody guthrie, i wrote you a song

date night is Wednesday
speak the TRUTH
manners matter most
practice your writing

leave the house
walk back
am I just a number?
a dotcom?

the college lies nigh
speak to me, at last we laugh
unknown in the room
function for the woman

teeter totter til darkness falls
think triumphantly to speak and speak of
no teeter totter for me anymore
til death do us part

teeter totter, time'sa ticking
the man did it
broke his fist

teeter totter
tatter teat-no feat for thee
bladder bladder, do not erupt
teeter totter, seventh smith

"lyric reason" speak the men
isolation in the underground
isolated to feats of strength
isolated in yourself

don't be a fool
under where
be that fool
it's begun, no stopping now

feature teacher
in a loop
bladder dupe
speak the Truth

village trustee

1,2,3,4

I want more.

5,6,7,3

bless your soul
come to me

in the trenches of Istabul
the man learns to write
he's given a gun and a priest blessed him right
the warden in the gallows
doing the executioners job
writing self-poetry
to make the night young

she whispers softly
she dances in the parade
whippersnapper baby
come to daddy
he promises, he'll stop the pain

1,2,3,4

don't you look at me

5,6,7,3

live your life, don't matter me

bless your soul
come to me

that little man got out of the trenches
got himself a good paying job
watching crossing guards pick their nose
see what kinda gold they got

the fever judges a million
the flu does nothing right
for her parade has started
speaking words of hastened night
the wolf howls, lonely as can be
speaking to the moon, ain't it right

there's the alter boy with complications
he's huffing puffing all night
doctor says the medications useless
that boy knows whats right
in the night of the sickness
he stands up and fights
feverish and getting the pox

1,2,3,4,

handcuffed to a motel bed

5,6,7,3

wandering in the sleep

bless your soul
come to me

this party has just begun
the man he writes a letter
puts in my mailbox large
it says don't come back to Mooney, baby
get outta this place while you can

the alter boy coughs on the bible
looking out the window to god
he prays a million Hail Mary's
maybe putting his faith on a ledge
if god can't save me lotus
then I wish for a quick death

the writer writes a note to this child
he bold everything in some font
the letter reads something like this or that
the boy has a change of heart and spirit
the letter he burns after reading
hell, the alter boy will be alright

the writer leaves notes in town
best thing ever seen since 1912
now the man he flees in the darkness
his job is most humbly done
that man haunts the city
with a cloak and a homemade pen

1,2,3,4

everybody safe in the city

5,6,7,3,

that boy will be alright

bless your soul
come to me

was what that letter read.

digging ditches

A well dressed man speaks to a man in rags. This is what they said.

Rags- "I want to go to LA"

Well-Dressed-"You can't, you little shit, because I goddamn told you no, and that's final"

R-"New York, then"

WD-"Just get out of my face"

R-"But, I need answers and all you do is mess up my confidence"

WD-"Damn right, I do"

R-"Speak to me sometimes, get the message across"

WD-"You're a plebian. Just work for me, I own this state"

R-"You own nothing of man, or his existence. I shall shun your name forever"

WD-"Now, keep this in mind kid. You'll end up travelling the world all day, writing novels from imagination"

R-"Who told you that?"

WD-"I'm telling you that"

R-"How?"

WD-"Dig another ditch and I'll tell you."

R-"Piss off"

WD-"It's  true for I know the secret. It's in my doctrine.Get back to work."

R-"Punch me in the face first, I need to feel the pain"

WD-"Piss off. I need you limber"

R-"Then send me away"

WD-"Fuck no, get out of here. Those ditches ain't going to dig themselves"

R-"Well, I don't dig"

WD-"Then get the fuck outta of my face"

Rags runs offstage. Well  Dressed looks down at his pocket watch. Walks offstage.

combfield

where are your eyes?

maybe ask

can you tell me?

where I'm at?

lies in a kiss

i bet she misses me more

a broken heart will do that

lay you down with those like you

the poor, dirt kicked in my face

a passion of spit on my shoe

questions, listen class

yellowing in my eyes

my liver a mess

could be cirrhosis

I hope for the best

the chicken sun, I heard it uttered

lit by the flames of Cerberus and Hades

breath that fire

hide in the lab

frail beginnings

don't rush

speak it with me now

let me hear you

for I am just another number

just another

-numb

-burr

me

Gg

breaking down solid matter

confetti
listen to the outcome
by a favoured gasp

take your time, child!
for you are new, yet I am old

all I do is dance
up and down the stairs
backwards, forwards
twirling
she dances with me
in my mind
and I watch the door to see her face
but the door never opens
and I stare at it, night and day
but the door never opens

and my knee hurts
let me focus
speak lots
advance
be strong
continue

on your path, limit the quotes
you must continue
live in here, not out of your head
live with us

this is your home!

crimson peaks

you are now in heat
fucking non-stop
sit down, be quiet
lafter, adventure
the game we play
we transcend all possibilities
abilities
transfer, take place, leave it

home "dash" home
just a house
fall asleep
dead tired
live motown
done it twice
without you

you are the best
love and lust, gather quickly
whatever you can

just find a way
just go that way

one bedroom, two rooms

tonight

I awoke

I saw you standing there
(with green eyes and long blond hair)

I saw you
I said to you
you didn't listen

then I fell back to sleep

my journal needs to emit energy
I got electrocuted at the party (no joke)
I felt the current
twitched on the ground
drooled out of my mouth

and I,
and I,
and I.

I survived

Gg ends the discussion on the final note of the seventh moon.

the seventh moon told me Mark Twain's going to visit soon.
who's that? true blue? fool you?  figure. 191-199

homework

listen soon.

opaque mirrored shoes

tender abilities of the underground
focus, but she was beautiful
she wanted to go abroad
I'll set the sail

she chose me instead
fate of time
hunt in error
continuous motion of those who art fixed

tiny Thompson
Kerouac
all names of the past
masons we read
I can't tell you since it is a modern secret

curse the heavens
feet on perpendicular motion
back to the same places
love me, hold me
heal me, feel me
I want you

find me
find yourself in your prime
throw that dime
reap love

I love you
now shoot me
three times
once for you
once for me
once for them

just gotta let it be

ring

ring intense speaks viciously
little bit of law dot com
whisper a unique sense of loneliness
keep the love
give them their pay
the one who play with lay
it's not Halloween, eh
but it's there
think of that as you close your eyes at night
it's there and you're here

think of that
what are we?
who we
speak thee
be where
shotgun failed the warden
devils knocking at my door
make sense

no then,
stop reading now

my sin albeit

Gg

eh play

when do we stop rolling?
today might be that day

eh. don't say eh.
find lay
make play
three play in the work

thrive
enjoi
obey
live indepth
cry in vain

isn't it all just the same?

be away
far away
show gay?
be gay?
okay?

(though I'm not gay)

Gg makes plays

about marijuana

The "Other" adapts to the Beings interface. We make a connection, whether it be through wireless (thought,  ESP, psychic) signals, through actual thought formation and gestures of the human anatomy.

The time taken to adapt to these connections would be a rather quick glance of emotional, or just a "feeling" or "sense" of the connection in place. The individual does not have to look in that direction but rather, "feel", the emotion of another being, whether human and/or transient.

The connection by the eyes through a soul full expression happens often and increases if one would take a toke of marijuana. Perhaps even with another substance known as hash. Together, these somewhat dangerous drugs has an effect on the total chemistry of the brain and its Dopamine re-uptake inhibitor.

After the initial intake, a feeling of euphoria increases and a feeling of peace parades the re-uptake inhibitor. The feeling sense of our body's senses. However, there are cases with extreme paranoia especially if the drug is abused for a longer period of time.

Surrounded by other users, the initial intake may seem friendly, but therefore, the paranoia involves a mimic to frustration and angst towards oneself that may or may not be adjusted to the situation. A chameleon of feeling especially in regards to the mental well-being of the individual.

It seems that if the user coughs while smoking the drug, the negative effects may occur more frequently whereas an individual may feel ill and "green" out and seek an enclosed confinement to adapt to the drug as a sense of ones ability to focus on the Beings own consciousness,  secluded from other users.

When one wishes to learn the effects of marijuana in a safe environment, yet mixed with alcoholic substance,  there are cases of disillusionment about one's personal self.

After two days, the cognitive aspect of use slowly simmers to calmness and feeling "normal" again but has a weaker idea of outlook, objectively, to the items (and their use) of beings in the vicinity of the user. The paranoia dimmers but there is a conclusion of separate ideals of obtrusiveness and harmful feelings (thoughts of hurting oneself) that take effect days later.

In this event, "potheads" seem to unite themselves with one another with a common goal. This goal, nonetheless, is to abuse the drug once again with no safety concerns. The precaution of extended use will create and distribute equal harm on the mental, psychical, physical or proper thought processes when communicating with others.

The mental aspect of constant use may involve, but not limited to, depression, paranoia, forgetfulness, delusions and/or psychotic thoughts.  Must talk with trained professional to stay clean and educated so dependency on the drug differs. Increase in cases involve bipolar disorder, even schizophrenia, if consistent upon using the drug with alcohol or other narcotics, chemicals found in energy drinks and other toxic consumption that can manipulate the psyche.

In this ideology, stay safe and remember, different strains of marijuana garter different effects on its user. Know what you are using. It's just commonsense.

magazine

I have a vision
for a magazine in Hamilton
fully armed to the teeth

with fashion
and art
and writing
and film
and advertising
and for the Toronto crowd that will be coming now and sooner than you think

did you know that, walking distance away from each other, there are

more than 25 fashion boutiques between James and Locke

I haven't even been to the fabric district yet.

art wise we have the AGH, open free on the first friday of the month
it's  beautiful
but no one ever writes ABOUT it, not the exhibit, but the actual AGH itself

how did it get there?
we need to be ready because T.O. will be here after the storm calms down

FRINGE
FACTORY
STUDIO

we are Hamilton

Now all I need is a name, which name is it?

There's three I like

Interpret
Become
Inspire

The list could go forever.

The Vision I have
-adaptability
-responsibility
-articulate
-insightful
and
-critical

I believe. For this is my Nietzsche.

A fashion full of arts

Hamilton Style with a Toronto Flair

get me into the hive
honey, for the Queen no longer reaps "off with his head"

Gg

tabula rasa

Maybe Tesla does the Astro
the way the mind works is mechanic
tell me another way and I will believe you
but I'm not that gullible
I lied
yes I am
tell me anything
and my mind will absorb it
like the clean slate I was born with
an open mind
a fresh start
laying in the dandelions
whispering to myself
should I shave or not?
this is what I think of
dancing with beauties
loving every minute
here's my card...
they won't call
no one ever does
and my mind just reads
and my brain says no
but i know of nothing else
so set me free
fore I will jump(sic)
is that free?