Friday, October 18, 2019
Tuesday, October 15, 2019
Sunday, October 13, 2019
Wednesday, April 3, 2019
Thursday, March 14, 2019
The tall thin man reached at her throat with his strange long fingered hands
What a nice neck you have and a fine necklace to love you with
That time is now for love to be true we must combine somehow, someway
A kiss and then our souls will unite into a suck u lent strawberry of passion
Forever we will be entwined in equal force and perfection
Just sign your soul on the dotted line forever!
Tuesday, March 12, 2019
Think of smaller victories..
Where is now?
Perhaps fifty years or more is an unusual new way of seeing reality when you have a strange form of work. I have done so much, but that does not mean taking a long long vacation. Nay, I still can make a better world and spread the love. Big thoughts will return in time and possible explorations. Today I expand my mind in dots of success rather than big ones. I don't see a need to think big when the small problems are serious as well. Here is an example of a solution in the smallest way:
Perhaps fifty years or more is an unusual new way of seeing reality when you have a strange form of work. I have done so much, but that does not mean taking a long long vacation. Nay, I still can make a better world and spread the love. Big thoughts will return in time and possible explorations. Today I expand my mind in dots of success rather than big ones. I don't see a need to think big when the small problems are serious as well. Here is an example of a solution in the smallest way:
Wednesday, February 27, 2019
What!
So dreams will come if you ask politely as if hungering for all and everything
A delight to sooth you through the night and for all time
Dream of love for what is love yes a dream
Screams fall apart and turn to laughter
Then silence is vibrating green.
Drink for the night is young!
When he is I jump upwards as fast as possible, yet gravity is a bitch or beach. So the writer in me gets finger cramps. It is nice to be at the helm of a device and launch like urine into outer space. Your fun times will end with a splash she said. I had all the equipment lined up on the shelves. Great place for starting a new world hell. It pleases the other guy and those men who knew exactly and that's when this scary story began!
Simpsons on Shaksphere:
Simpsons on Shaksphere:
Tuesday, February 26, 2019
A big part of Bill Hole for me was how quickly I grew to care about him and my mixed feelings about his different ways were emotional for me about the character. He was lovable, but I wasn't sure why? I didn't think he was really a stupid person, but perhaps more enlightened than most. Sometimes I wished to be him, but my disgust of his apparent simplicity put me at odds with him as being as a man who never experienced much discontent due to his disposition.
Monday, February 25, 2019
Wednesday, February 20, 2019
Changes Come.
The cold forest full of frost
On my back we were lost
Take me deep she said
Only the roads wind around
With turbulent rivers
Then I buckle my knees
She falls onto the earth
One last thing to do
I say
If only you knew the story
But you don't
So I bid her farewell
On her trip to hell.
Tuesday, February 19, 2019
Relax and enjoy me..
Now I take you down a path
It is sacred to me and leads somewhere
Blue is so and I bring you down
That fast sloping grassy hill
You are not easy feeling then?
Yet here goes you foot
Then the other and more..
You might have seen them, but that never happened
When you don't get to see this there is nothing
So there's some people imagined with light feet
Perhaps they travel at light speed or are speedy
That is not information in your bank..
Sorry,
PS: I don't really know exactly either.
Thursday, February 14, 2019
What is my perfect life?
Likely somewhere else unless the Top of the Hill turns into the perfect base for travels. It loses some enchantment recently. Delighted though to live inside a computer screen with a jerk controlling one of my pages for kicks. Sure the university has females, but the least desirable ones in the entire educational universe. It's close to home, but that walk is getting rather trodden. Lately I have been gratified with my bathroom as the new center for living. Then the Golden Gate Bridge appears and so does drool upon my face. "I feel good because I live in one of the centers of reality, a capital of the west, an amazing wow place." Those words tend to ease the pain.
February, egad rain and some weird psychological pains.
Everyone is busy and the ants go marching
Its a dizzy time for forget me nots
But sadly time stops for nobody
Time.
Tuesday, February 12, 2019
Fear is not always a joke, yet fascination.
What to do with all this nonsense
To ask a ghost who will say nothing
You feet are on the ground now
Put down to earth perhaps a flower
The bending of light shafts
Tall men with extra long legs
All appear together as a giant spider
Beautiful swans dash across
We all wish to ask why
And figure out puzzles
So errors are made.
Getting it together somehow.
The lake was steaming like a holy woman
Strange in the hole in the middle
When you swim with me
Do so with naked flesh
Do it for all to see
Then we can creep away hardly
In the nightwards of love
Ignited passion from the star
Freedom unleash me.
Stun my thing into a dream
That badly for a gash up my ribs
Running through the hills
Full time job fully fun
No don't don't run
Tell me how you worship me
Hills appear again over hills
It a priest preaching about creation
And a doomster never never
Always we say: Take me now!
Monday, February 11, 2019
Sunday, February 10, 2019
Life never was a beach anyway.
It was a graveyard that I found my darling
On a honey block of stone rolling around
So she gave me some and I failed to come
But I handed her a slab of fresh gravy
and that is how I ended up in the navy.
On a honey block of stone rolling around
So she gave me some and I failed to come
But I handed her a slab of fresh gravy
and that is how I ended up in the navy.
Friday, February 8, 2019
Hark, a woman.
I never went to Egypt
That was the thought of the day
That if I could something special would have been
Yet I had a book on Egyptian Wisdom
And that was something anyway.
There sitting on the sidewalk
Shrinking into the cracks
Those tears that filled
Once in a sad song
Clenched in crimson there was
As to break me with it
Can't stop when the drums won't
Frail humans in a candy shop
Won't get enough lemons
There is in the blue moon
Streets of harvest
The drug lords goons.
Thursday, February 7, 2019
Erase the grains..
Out of step is
A time to fall on up
Clasping the air
Hiding a cup of love
And a sky of pearl
Arm wrestle for the thing
Your house of dreams
Opening the stars
They fall apart
Plasma blood is that stuff
A path into the unknown
Things you left to discover
Fake toys and others
Holding emptiness as well
Deep into a hole
Tumbling for feeling
Dignity rising
HONOR
Times passing.
Wednesday, February 6, 2019
Monday, February 4, 2019
I am still nothing.
Does it mean that we are in absurd universe is just a reason to do a drug abuse eh? Not really. We live in a dangerous universe and it does us no good to make it more dangerous or overly react to the wrong things. What people need and what people want can't be easy to understand, just like the universe can never be fully understood. It breaks laws that it shouldn't. The universe by itself is a frustrating bastard kid who thinks you love it when he pranks you every day. Seriously you might just have to get used to the idea that all the weird stuff requires an advanced form of humor. The Jews got through thousands of years of abuse by making jokes about being tortured, raped and killed. That's a good skill.
If we are staring at the jet of our black hole eh eh..
According to lots of research this could really mean that we may disappear in the near future, and with out any help from nukes. We might simply vanish, in fact their is evidence that we are in the process of vanishing already.
A comet of motion.
We were all fools once
upon a dark and hailing morning
when nothing made sense,
so all was reeling.
Our heads rolled on the cement
for some answers.
Darkness fell and walls collapsed
with their false gods.
It could not be stopped
It had something
that could not be stopped.
Life still rules in spiritual ways.
Anger is to some a grand energy that surpasses all others, yet it courts destruction and evil, and can make a person singular in their thinking and vulgar in their language. So anger though special is not the greatest thing ever.
Friday, February 1, 2019
How good and bad are things?
It can't be totally subjective
America is a fresh experiment
So people have a bad habit of peeing upon it
Now there are some people who care about this
We got a young country still with promise
Don't mess it up please!
Thursday, January 31, 2019
Upon your shoulders is the chips..
To either cut the deck or play
The game is always on
Foe or friend it's a game
Aces usually have value
Shuffle and you might win
Run into some bandits
They might take it all
So go forward with angels
And paper will cut
Them scissors
No doubt.
Don't give up..
Hogwash for the pigs
They can eat the words they want to be
I have watched and grinned
For nothing escapes the night
They can eat the words they want to be
Something is better than contemplation
Might as try some frustration
Living in a mixed up world
You can't find your way
Unless the door is there.
Wednesday, January 30, 2019
You play on..
Such a daring class of clown
Shines at us with perfect teeth
Groaning in the gloom and glum
To hump their day down with gin
It's perfect to sit casually with no cat
For what would that be
And a useless waste
Drink then Sam
It's on me.
Sunday, January 6, 2019
Oh doctor!
You ain't seen nothing yet
Oh doctor doctor
The island is in view
Time for something for viewing
This magical scene of paradise
Sir Watson your tea is prepared
Take off your shoes
Off with your hat too
Into the golden canoe
To the rescue with all kinds of clues
A missed connection has happened
But wait go inside
She looks darling
There is no disguise
And now the stars come
And more
And more
Time is altering direction
It's in the mood
It's a lollipop moon
For most of the night
Alright!
Oh doctor doctor
The island is in view
Time for something for viewing
This magical scene of paradise
Sir Watson your tea is prepared
Take off your shoes
Off with your hat too
Into the golden canoe
To the rescue with all kinds of clues
A missed connection has happened
But wait go inside
She looks darling
There is no disguise
And now the stars come
And more
And more
Time is altering direction
It's in the mood
It's a lollipop moon
For most of the night
Alright!
Science of Illusion!
Perception vs truth being important because of the nature of deception and more importantly self deception. What can the mind do in terms of basic and fundemental experience? The issue not being new age (Horrible dread of science appropriation) in the lack of real power is more obvious than power of consciousness or attraction, dark arts or sheer speculation rather than beautiful nonsense exploring extremely empty nothing Ii declare! Observation of failure is not rock and roll fun, but sometimes a finger must enter the rectum. It's part of the aging process. It's part of not being an ass hole and the human experience!
Thursday, January 3, 2019
This year starts with to much calm, even a bit chilling..
This reminds me of the book, "Something Wicked This Way Comes"
I don't intend to cast aspersions, but I see what I see.
Stay out of the wars this year is good advice.
The war is just to have none.
And lets talk.
Data Giant!
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