linen

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

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

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

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

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"