denim jeans
jockey means
and
corduroy is opaque
suede is fluff
angora breeds too much
and
cotton balls
and cashmere mate
oh, wearing that old bathing suit nonsense
Wednesday, 20 July 2016
Monday, 18 July 2016
ExistenzMeh part 2
Adding physics to
the equation of being-in-space, The same concept applies. We move
naturally yet we are stuck in one path. They way it is known and it
guides you to wear you are supposed to be.This way, or Ching, allows
us to break through the mold of just being but choice being. The
being-in-space lets you move to what magnetically and naturally and
historically we are meant to up. We are just a subject to what the
way allows us to become.
Look at this in an
example.
You sit at your
office at work and notice the diffenent objects on it. What defines
you and the space that is being taken up by clutter or the such.? You
can always remove the clutter or leave it alone for the future. It
stays on the desk as a being-in-space, it connects to your desk and
becomes an extention of it. It makes you feel more homily while at
work, this give what space in being is being placed upon. It
inhabits your livelihood, and it makes you anxious to either clean it
or let it be. Either way an action is involved. Every step we take,
we are apart of the being-in-space, our being is pronounced and takes
up physical and our mind moves with the generalization of how to
comprehed by taking that one step. At least in a existential stay.
There is no space unless there is action in energy of the individual.
We are energy by
constant movement in space-in-being. The world around us. We can
revolt, talk, joke around, live, truly live in a area which we have
created, or our mind has created. We occupy. But you alaready know
this. However, think of animals and trees and waterways being through
space-in-being. And that's it for now.
ExistenzMeh part 1
Existentialism, a
term coined by the media after a brief discussion with Jean-Paul
Sartre, in France. But who started what we term as existentialists?
Writing in the walls of caves the primitive man would use rock and
chisel to create pictures of what was happening with themselves and
the world around them.They asked questions but didn't know the answer
since their ideology was very hunter gatherer. The writing on the
wall led these ancient existentialists to leave the cave intact for
future generations. Neanderthal existence. Through the course of
time, however, existentialism became a just natural occurence, we
don't really ask questions like this on a day to day basis, yet it's
everywhere among us. In the sky, in the cafes and even in the
kitchen. How do things be? We are Beings, but how do elements of our
world connect to philosophy.
Unlike the questions
chose i earlier generations,I find being very mucho so today. While
Sartre saw people in theworld as beingf-for-itself,in-the -world
etc,I have come up with an idea that involves paranormal being. I
look into an empty vehicle and I see emptiness, no one driving, no
one there, except the mind imagines an entity there. This ideaology
is space-in-being. The space is taken up, but not quite exactly the
same point as when you see it. You know that there will be someone
there one day but for now, it is only open space-in-being. One could
almost see the futre of what is being in that space and in time,
there will be someone filling the spaceness. One could almost imagine
what that other may look like as they walk by, and with that
information, being-in-space creates an entity that only ththe
invidual on his own, can interpret. It is very mystical like Huxley's
work, The Doors of Perception, where no matter which direction we
turn there are a cause and effect. In one motion, beings-appear
rather postive or pessimisstic. The choice is a natural and it
involves, forming ourselves in a situation we sometimes can't control
because once that route is taken it becomes the only guided portion
of the being.The other door disappears in the, psyche, or that it
forgets entirely.
timealone
The carpenter creates the image through
a piece of wood and a machine
The musician makes classical music on
two garbage can lids
The mother is in bed, all tucked in
A writer falls down some stairs, drunk,
allowing the carpet to guide him
The cop looks around
The vendor makes a sale
cash or credit
all in a days work
The woman nurses a baby
a father beside her
cuddling and nurturing
yet stern and disciplined
daddy didn't leave
The bricklayer lays his bricks
the men work for the foreman
men in the factory, left without jobs
men working in the factory trying to
find jobs
Keeping track on his pocket watch
the squire speaks no words
a pint in hand
never knowing what it really meant
that's for the day we thought about
but in the morning
that drunkard writer
will write a masterpiece
_________________
A tempest so lust stricken
she spends timealone in here domain
thinking with the bullshiting
fighting among herself
Her baron husband returns
carrying bread and cabbage
no meat til he weekend or special days
they are broke, restless, out of place
we forget our home days
G<>W
cork
The cork coaster lays on my desk
it holds up my drinks
it rhymes with steady flow
now check it:
Sitting there on my baby
I love you so
You hold me up when I say
hello
You never fall
a courage of 4 men make the
water soft
they drink from the kettle
a hot tea in hand
this is happens for many
countries
and for us
it's a cork
just fast
lw
Back when dad was smooth
and mommas leg hair was
cut
when uncle Joe made him
known around
one stayed on metronome
and your bros car ended up
in the muck
these are how the methods
each and everyday
our bundle of joy, our
hope for the future
we love you baby, no what
anyone says
These feelings will always
be there
now just mutliply and go
to school
cw
code white
ems what power
top of the tower
let it ring
let it fall
lit it all open
this here
that there
code white everywhere
yelling and screaming
this shit got real
my last known best friend
got down on the floor
i can't believe this shit got real
the doctor opened the door
just keep flossing
do your work this time
brush and rinse some more
you'll never need dentures anymore
ems what power
top of the tower
let it ring
let it fall
lit it all open
this here
that there
code white everywhere
yelling and screaming
this shit got real
my last known best friend
got down on the floor
i can't believe this shit got real
the doctor opened the door
just keep flossing
do your work this time
brush and rinse some more
you'll never need dentures anymore
Thursday, 7 July 2016
hawk
(southern accent)
when there is a hawk in the sky
you be warned
i tell you have got to understand
the meaning of that bird
it goes back ot ancient times kid
something in the sumerian time period
and that's before you and i was long born
my father told me he saved on that hurt himself
right in the bush near our cars
and he found him
in the summer day
and i nutured him to health, they he flew away
never did damn dawned on me
but the certainty of the bird leaving my hands alive and well
that gave me the feeling that everything will be okay
and he'll have suns and daughters
and many more, because a my dad helped him out
when there is a hawk in the sky
you be warned
i tell you have got to understand
the meaning of that bird
it goes back ot ancient times kid
something in the sumerian time period
and that's before you and i was long born
my father told me he saved on that hurt himself
right in the bush near our cars
and he found him
in the summer day
and i nutured him to health, they he flew away
never did damn dawned on me
but the certainty of the bird leaving my hands alive and well
that gave me the feeling that everything will be okay
and he'll have suns and daughters
and many more, because a my dad helped him out
our place
The carpenter creates the image through
a piece of wood and a machine
The musician makes classical music on
two garbage can lids
The mother is in bed, all tucked in
A writer falls down some stairs, drunk,
allowing the carpet to guide him
The cop looks around
The vendor makes a sale
cash or credit
all in a days work
The woman nurses a baby
a father beside her
cuddling and nurturing
yet stern and disciplined
daddy didn't leave
The bricklayer lays his bricks
the men work for the foreman
men in the factory, left without jobs
men working in the factory trying to
find jobs
Keeping track on his pocket watch
the squire speaks no words
a pint in hand
never knowing what it really meant
that's for the day we thought about
but in the morning
that drunkard writer
will write a masterpiece
_________________
A tempest so lust stricken
she spends timealone in here domain
thinking with the bullshiting
fighting among herself
Her baron husband returns
carrying bread and cabbage
no meat til he weekend or special days
they are broke, restless, out of place
we forget our home days
Monday, 4 July 2016
space-in-the-world
Existentialism, a term coined by the
media after a brief discussion with Jean-Paul Sartre, in France. But
who started what we term as existentialists? Writing in the walls of
caves the primitive man would use rock and chisel to create pictures
of what was happening with themselves and the world around them.They
asked questions but didn't know the answer since their ideology was
very hunter gatherer. The writing on the wall led these ancient
existentialists to leave the cave intact for future generations.
Neanderthal existence. Through the course of time, however,
existentialism became a just natural occurrence, we don't really ask
questions like this on a day to day basis, yet it's everywhere among
us. In the sky, in the cafes and even in the kitchen. How do things
be? We are Beings, but how do elements of our world connect to
philosophy.
Unlike the questions chose i earlier
generations,I find being very macho so today. While Sartre saw people
in the world as being-for-itself,in-the -world etc,I have come up
with an idea that involves paranormal being. I look into an empty
vehicle and I see emptiness, no one driving, no one there, except the
mind imagines an entity there. This ideology is space-in-being. The
space is taken up, but not quite exactly the same point as when you
see it. You know that there will be someone there one day but for
now, it is only open space-in-being. One could almost see the future
of what is being in that space and in time, there will be someone
filling the spaciness. One could almost imagine what that other may
look like as they walk by, and with that information, being-in-space
creates an entity that only thee individual on his own, can interpret.
It is very mystical like Huxley's work, The Doors of Perception,
where no matter which direction we turn there are a cause and effect.
In one motion, beings-appear rather positive or pessimistic. The
choice is a natural and it involves, forming ourselves in a situation
we sometimes can't control because once that route is taken it
becomes the only guided portion of the being.The other door
disappears in the, psyche, or that it forgets entirely.
Adding physics to the equation of
being-in-space, The same concept applies. We move naturally yet we
are stuck in one path. They way it is known and it guides you to wear
you are supposed to be.This way, or Ching, allows us to break through
the mold of just being but choice being. The being-in-space lets you
move to what magnetically and naturally and historically we are meant
to go. We are just a subject to what the way allows us to become.
Look at this in an example.
You sit at your office at work and
notice the different objects on it. What defines you and the space
that is being taken up by clutter or the such.? You can always remove
the clutter or leave it alone for the future. It stays on the desk as
a being-in-space, it connects to your desk and becomes an extension
of it. It makes you feel more homily while at work, this give what
space in being is being placed upon. It inhabits your livelihood,
and it makes you anxious to either clean it or let it be. Either way
an action is involved. Every step we take, we are apart of the
being-in-space, our being is pronounced and takes up physical and our
mind moves with the generalization of how to comprehend by taking that
one step. At least in a existential stay. There is no space unless
there is action in energy of the individual.
We are energy by constant movement in
space-in-being. The world around us. We can revolt, talk, joke
around, live, truly live in a area which we have created, or our mind
has created. We occupy. But you already know this. However, think
of animals and trees and waterways being through space-in-being. And
that's it for now.
channeling the tv
waiting for you at the station
nights turn into days
the music held the potion
it all got in the way
time is everflowing
living in our own domain
waiting at the sideline
for a holy picture to take
despicable demands in my mind
battle them off with turpentine
channeling our only brother
forever in this way
break on free to the love
equality, it matters most
I love my brother
but he don't care for me
I'm just a ghost
above us only spirit
our soul in reach to speak
the holy body crucified
a son away from the tv
the SoBi pandemic
The SoBi Pandemic
The city fought to have bicycles in the
downtown core. But what would happen if these bicycles had a mind of
their own. At night time, each stance would hunt for nights looking
to vandalise. It's those damn sobis, a homeless man, named Fred,
thought, I seen them with my own eyes. I gave him some change for
more information.
"I see them travel in packs. Right
at the break of midnight. Never seen a hell of such a thing in my
life."
I gave the man a 1 dollar piece.
"Yeah, you know, they just waiting
for night to fall and the go to each hub and take the place of
another. But they're multiplying goddamn, I'm sure of it. I see
different ones at night .The sobi's are using riders as their beacon
while the rider is infused and connected to it. It's like interweb of
sobi bikes into the riders conciousness. Haha, you bet I didn't know
what that meant. Used to be a philosophy major, now I'm living off
40z and cold pizza."
I hand the man a five dollar bill and a
coupon to A&W. It was the only things I had in my wallet.
Maybe he is right though. That would
explain a lot to do with disappearence of riders in downtown. The
bike leads them in the day and become addicts. The sobi attacks ride
endlessly into the night and people begin to vanish into thin air as
soon as there entire passwords. I have to figure out what's going
on,a sleuth if so be it. I timed each biker at a level where there
are full bikes on racks and the idea is simple, see how many enter
passwords. They all see to and I am beginning to get the notion that
these passwords have to do with something about the riders
appearance. It seems the smart ones are used and sent back into the
motion after riding to work, etc. Then there's the others, the ones
that place the bike whenever they deem appropriate. The news isn't
covering the disappearence because no one really had notice since
now. My hypothesis may be garbage, but at least I can find out the
truth about the SoBi pandemic.
I went back to the same homeless man
and he had some new information. He sees what the police cannot,
because he just knows. So, I give him another couple of coins and I
sit next to him. He begins the dialogue.
The older gentleman, Fred said, "Ain't
no horror movie if I ever seen one. People who ride don't seem to
comeback. It's like Christmas for Christine. You know, that old
Stephen King novel. But only with cycles and passwords.What's your
prescription for all of this?"
"For you, lithium and stay off the
booze"
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