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gris gris
YO GATHER ROUND, that's what the self-centered ferric wheel was saying WELCOME TO ROSARIO DAWSON'S CREEK in spray-paint like MSPaint up high on the wall behind him like almost up by the ceiling, his wine in his hand but he still juggles various responsibilities and characters and conversations and one or two whirling chainsaws seamlessly, they rocking back and forth just a wee bit in a personal cozy and intimate way, but blam right almost affront him, that pretty girl is showing him pictures of himself now and she holds
it mostly in front of him and points its nose down at her feet and his face up his at face and she leans so long so near into him and bows her head down –ear to his breast– to be able to properly manage scrolling through the previous IMG02_6701 IMG02_6702 and IMG02_6703, each frame at least like 85% his face, the last 15% indiscriminately back-ground, a radius on the floor is cleared and she scoots her feet closer
man who are you man —i was like taken aback, he activated my tuff
nahh dog not just your name —so i gave him just enough
and i socked him in the guts —watch it muthafuck!
the youtube biennial! art made of our westernworld's social extract! holy moly
joao silva! ahhhh kablooie muthafuck. better be so passionate about every step you take you ready to be the fuck blown up on each one
Lthis is the shit what you get when you messss with us
TIME FOR AN EXPLOSION
TIME FOR AN EXPLOSION YEAAAHHH
got some music going finally got some music going, "secret east bay band"
sometimes music about arrival (okay note bene how about beethovens 6, like esp the first movement right?) okay it also seems so longing to me, like the gradual crescendo, the meadows expanding around you as you get further in, you arrive more, you enter not only the doorway anymore but not the anteroom and the hallway and what's that a vintage settee in your living room? yknow, the increase in volume in sensation, that also feels so like longing to me. like saying goodbye and then entering the airport, the number of people around you, n=1 at dismissal (referring to the person you depart), increases really fast and then you're looking back through the crowd but like ovviously it's sweeping along like the waves of sheets on slanted roads in medium rain
i been fly so long i fell asleep on the fckn plane
la mia revolucionaria:
yo man we were going down the elevator one time it was late and i was at like 12 loko arready or some shit right and they was so loud in the elevator that when that shit opens up on the lobby floor there's the ra hottass brittni and she's got her clipboard all up in her waist lookin all like the tight bitch she is and so we're goin
g down the elevator and they're stomping just echoing down the whole thing so you can hear it real loud at the bottom-like but we're going down and i'm texting prettygirl janelly saying real shit about how we're coming chill out and then the elevator 'bings' and then bam the door slides open all slow right like whothefuck pushed the button and didn wait for the door some hasty impatient fuck but then so the doors open and there was some other universe and them all just like paused looked over at us real blank like and then the doors slid back across real slow separated us and them again
bought my first coffee today it was iced, having dreams of karl
i smile —but she doesn't see
"he didnt do anything you see? he just played"
what follows? balance i think that's the important part it's a sort of mastery of all the disparate ele/ailments in our lives. gracefully engaging and disengaging from things, and the hard part is reflecting (on) them and synthesizing them. the future of the cell phone -and handheld technology- is spooky. and balance is important in everything, the toughest one is balancing others's (ie the earth's homeostasis) because they are microadjusting as well (hopefully1).
1 are microadjustments substantial enough? are macroadjustments unfeasible? thinking of Sunday Times Syndrome, where people read whoaa mind-expanding news and then the next morning are already spooked by the responsibilities of how to do monday's schedule and blahblahblah, whatever more immediate thoughts —not the world-turning-upside down capital-T Truth from the sunday times article.
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poem princess
that stoic pretty maiden/figurehead
tilted over onto the handrailing
looking at the projection of herself
on all the walls in the place
blam blam blam
the bass blasts
but no matter
not to her
no way
she's fixied right there look at her all saturated
with herself
down below they look at who is she holy moly
she makes theirs night
hers
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i wonder about echolocation and whether it is better than sight because echolocation is more efficient or something. is it a better sense? like did dolphins economize their brains better? would they be superior (at least brainwise) to us if only they'd come out of the water? the communis sensus is that sight carries more bandwidth is bandwider than hearing. but we communicate via sound waves. sight is mostly waited on communication, it is far more difficult to do physical labor and perform sign language than to simply speak. and plus the world is way scarier when you see when waking up in the morning before hearing it
"pointed out that inspiration 4 our theories n understanding of abstract phenomena always is based on our experience with the technology of the time"
BOYS GO TO JUPITER TO GET MORE STUPIDERGIRLS ARE SEXY MADE UH PEPSI
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Forty-five* (many) things are wrong tonight
The clouds are as thoughtful as I am after you get up off me
The expiration date on my indulgences just was, man
The teeth of whatever protects me have fallen-out
Soon we'll have no smile
Let's make execution, isolation, immancipation, your wife
Let's put her on a mattress floating in a river so polluted so it's worn out its name She's autographing the moon like mad, like it won't cost anyone anything
Let's make you marry her every day, over and over again
Let's see you wash those dishes in love, in self-effacing suds
Let's watch her whisk up a small bowl of sorrow
Watch her place the ghosts of my caresses into little plastic bags, litt
le paper sacks, little fleshy hands
Watch her use her cell phone and change a tampon at once
Watch her devour this stupid camera with fork and knife
Watch her like your rabbit's foot
See now how even imagination should take its vitamins: taurine, strychnine, blackredandgreen
See a little knife is the same as a big knife
See her chop me off like a haircut, waiting out in the garage to be swept-up (by that mutefaced maid)
See inside her garbage --at least her secrecy
The heart is a jellyfish that should be painted and shined like a used --pre-ow
ned-- car
The heart is the monster in something as simple as a toothbrush, why haven't you gotten rid of your electric one
The heart is a radish made of pure distances: even a stovetop, tho
ugh radial, concentric, will not tether anyone together
The heart is a forest ranger with herpes, all was forgiven
The heart is the last fortune cookie on the plate
It says darkness, hopelessness, dying, is still nature
(these are things i will never enjoy)
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get yr dick outta yr heart
my brain is busy herelearning about:
naievete
how
much you can process peripherally
the only thing bigger than ego is the internet is huge
seriously though
_parsing]
re the overuse of pictures/the
supplanting of pictorial blogs:
pictures have more bandwidth than words (a graph, a map, a picture of fred katz and his mustache). they are conciser and faster and easier and multi-cultural (mohamed in the dutch press). however, they are notoriously ambigious (the scream), and lose their meaning, or it is warped and
or mad distorted, when context is dropped (mohamed i
n the dutch press). i like the self-profession, -proclamation concept of the blog though. the little me in the internet in b
etween "ugly talented's blog" and somebody else who may or may not exist according to their internet representation. (both the internet aand images
admit a minor sociopathic indulgence of themselves, disregarding borrowed peccadilloes, nuances,, borrowing from other bits of their resources —the internet character can draw upon the characters of all acquaintances/experiences, the image rendering things only pre-existing, be they imagined or real)
but everyday is saturated and i've found heaps of cool visuals and just figured out how to get them all into the internet
D O I N G:
is healthful. is important in maintaining balance. rules.
EBAYI saw this movie 'auditio
n' by
Miike the guy who did 'izo' which is about who cares but has kazuki tomokawa, who cares. anyways the movie's wild and goregous. the movie is crossstitched b/t drea
mstates and reality. like... who isn't maaan
i saw man man at great american music hall. man man is very emotional. they are like a train. they are my favorite band. then
i saw terry riley. whoaain. or like a man and then another man
berkeley is littered with reduce reuse recycle propaganda. and old newspapers. and just things that rule for thing-collectors. things collected:
a voodoo doll, several tote bags, cool pictures, two books (anatomy and physiology and weather patterns), twines, stunna shades, glares, this piece of art
the song "rainy days" and "baba alapala" and "the monk and the fish"
towing the line between integrity and comfort with yourself
believe that snows of winters long ago return again
dont call it a comebackJUMPING; OR, FLYING, FALLING WITH STYLE: look at him we should jump more. we are all falling, sometimes faster, sometimes slower. what's important is to fall with style
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style, ie:
wot mongkol buddhist temple thai brunch: "roti"
le+el
el+le
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MA VIE A NE'
i made it this whole way!
final la nif:
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