II. I’d Like To Address The Following
-Good = Good -Return, invest, offer hand-ups vs. hand-outs. -Everything is good, particularly now. -We don’t want to NOT have jobs! -Why can’t we help… Read More »II. I’d Like To Address The Following
-Good = Good -Return, invest, offer hand-ups vs. hand-outs. -Everything is good, particularly now. -We don’t want to NOT have jobs! -Why can’t we help… Read More »II. I’d Like To Address The Following
1. The Concept of Music 2. The Fear of Loss 3. “Hustlers” 4. Approval, baby 5. Why we needed to rebel. 6. What I’m afraid… Read More »I. Things I Usually Wanted To Discuss
The ghosts on my side had unfinished business in this place. A card was pulled, the clock ran out they hid me from the usher… Read More »The Ghosts on My Side
Sprouted from similar boxes that masked hard work and sacrifice looks were put together from magazines books helped them to name their babies. A syndicated… Read More »Suburban Summer
Phones, the post-modern frontal lobe I deleted everything from it related to you except for one voice message, the last one it reminds me why… Read More »Proper English
daylight peeks through our best plans twilight seeps in quickly the monumental times we had are gone dry toast and a cup of tar coffee.… Read More »Transitions (Untitled)
a smirk or a smile i decipher it with research and analysis wondering why not sooner. or a lot of other things for that matter.… Read More »Sooner
infinitesimally twitchy latching onto news or social nets waking in untimely intervals constantly awaiting bad news. i don’t want to miss it. i want to… Read More »Staying out of drug stores in 2012 (phase 1)
beauty in motion is reflected in others who love you i never see it in myself, not never i never want to. it’s not important.… Read More »holidaze
the sun’s symphony softly closes
and my daytime mind slows down
when the day reaches it’s finale
a hurricane meandering to pause.
early morning exchange from last night’s parade a fragile time to offer us fresh donuts and coffee a friend worries about dramatic weight loss “as… Read More »claustrophobic attraction
All movement on a plain surface that isn’t driven by physical necessity is a spatial affirmation of oneself. — Film Socialisme, Godard ☾ collective movement is our… Read More »VI. Fin
monday abrupt fall sneezes transitioning colors and bursts of inspiration hurry towards the sky in energetic circles pushed by traffic and indifferent wind that chuckles… Read More »7 days (not this week but last)
Hand-delivered meaning courtesy of air status-quo. We secure it in boxes making sense of the world. Those who find a fit win the best prize.… Read More »V. Context and Supposition
Special principle of relativity: If a system of coordinates K is chosen so that, in relation to it, physical laws hold good in their simplest form, the same laws hold good in relation to any other system of coordinates K’ moving in uniform translation relatively to K. — Albert Einstein: The Foundation of the General Theory of Relativity, Part A, §1
Suspended in time we stand still on a relative moving plane with little regard for rule. In the blank spaces of what hasn’t been said, we each silently regard the potential for the stuff legends are made of.
Two-dimensional reality runs parallel to virtual flesh and blood. We’re composed of blinking synapses that fire on small, colorful cupcakes and the idea of (someday) playing chess in the park.
Oh, the games we play.
Your opportune moves have small meaning on which to be assigned.
I’m a dreamer trapped in fighter’s form, shaped by invisible steel filled on the inside with melting glitter and gumdrops.
Somehow the game intensified along the way, making me feel lost. In our alternate reality the tricks and motives became unclear. Did the broken rules betray us?
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Have you ever craved something and wished it would appear?
I wonder if you’ll walk in the door. I glance up without realizing the motion has been frequent.
If you appeared it wouldn’t be unexpected. Although I don’t believe in magic enough to think this would actually occur.
I make it sound like I’m sitting here waiting, which I’m not – I mean, it’s not why I came here.
I just like to write about this.
I set my IM status to “manifest” for just short of a year. (Since then I’ve learned that)
It’s hard to manifest things through technology.
Now I meditate on things like purpose, identity, and finding fire.
My home is my base, my enabler. There’s no fire there – just a warmly lit simmer, comfortable and close in the way only time can build.
Are you thinking about me too?
Newton’s Laws of Motion:
We spin in circles moving outwardly, within groups and in single drifting dreidel tops spinning alone out to sea.
We wake in a pile of political games after sleeping long throughout the day. We drown in deep shadows, afraid of what could be when the present is at hand. We fight for acknowledgement and burn through passion like a cheap book of matches struck over and over again with no gratification in sight. Why do we do it?
Why are we so quick to burn through people?
I’ve distanced myself from the things that were real at one point strictly in my mind, giving way to clarity within the 3-dimensional life I actually live. The difference between the truths of the world I wanted and the one I used to exist in reveals not unfortunate disconnect but restlessness in possibility.
The need to feed ourselves first and foremost on three core levels (physical, mental, emotional) supersedes the unfortunate trigger of release through self-destruction, despite who or whatever seems to (however subconsciously) enjoy getting in the way.
The time I thought I could do anything has been eclipsed by an era of consciousness and strategic ambition.
Although I never really understood the time and space of anything that needed to be, I’ve come to understand the true value of living. Some moments exist purely as a fleeting instant – a sparkly wink that either makes no mark or the greatest of all. Your smile can give way to a fully-expressed circular completion of the moment that delivers an eternal yet simple verification of what is great.
My style of strife; my outwardly optimistic color wheel of a mood. Perception of time is a wound clock, curling and unfurling in it’s desire to drive forward with no real progress being made other than the intent to repeat itself of the same old foils and follies.
When you asked me nothing it made me sad. When you voiced no reason about why or what we’re doing here it made me increasingly locked out of something perhaps man-made but nonetheless a grand idea I’d like to (at some point) explore.
#1 Know the rules. #2 Break the rules.