Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
if anything, the muse owns my art and me.
it's like dao. who said? capitalism, psyche does not bend or twitch Truth. it's a baby tooth among maulers of serene anarchism.
it's like dao. who said? capitalism, psyche does not bend or twitch Truth. it's a baby tooth among maulers of serene anarchism.
insert here. another paradigm for the metaparadigm--the creative. ever notice how no one ever signs on the left side.
why worry about painting your name all big in the corner of "your" painting? the world was your inspiration. owning art is like owning exhales
cultural econobots. in other words, enlightenment thinkers that only thought within the bounds of what their particular cultural economy would afford them, and that's all that they would afford us in many cases. but i suppose that's all we can do. or is it just sometimes? do we Supervise when we find our heads are above the clouds, (rather then getting rickshawed around the busy, wet ant hill streets in the same old entractioning, already-struck-through-your-bones society) but the question is, in the transfiguring affects of looking down, can we somehow tear our heads up and out to cross the skyline of drenched white otherwise. enlightenment yes. going back to the grass, ground, and earth to live beyond always but admittedly sometimes only sometimes; always trying. i suppose all we can do is try to look out. i mean, (hitting, coming from being in the face of all of this, all the syllables with the down stroke of down notes) Really Look Out.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Sunday, June 25, 2006
whatever happened to the trench coat mafia? did we forget about them? did we lose them in our hearts somewhere?
didn't they speak in tongues, or was it german?
didn't they speak in tongues, or was it german?
a steady hand is impossible. we must move. and i love it. this involuntary toolage as the worlds art
Friday, June 23, 2006
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
i turned from the ally onto the street. it was almost as if there was culture.
i could feel it in the people walking around me. i could almost smell it. the pollution. it was almost as if there was no wal-mart just outside the city zoning. it felt good to hold my maye's photos. fuck wal-mart 1hr. photo.
i could feel it in the people walking around me. i could almost smell it. the pollution. it was almost as if there was no wal-mart just outside the city zoning. it felt good to hold my maye's photos. fuck wal-mart 1hr. photo.
you may not realize that it's not about the advancement of the self so much right now as it is about watching, appreciating, the advancement of others. what a beautiful art that we compose together.
the mars volta was playing on the sterio. i got up to get the photos that i'd taken to get developed yesterday. (instead of a day earlier).
i was sitting in my room, on my bed, alone when it hit me. god may not exist. for the first time in my life, i was truly scared.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Monday, June 19, 2006
Saturday, June 17, 2006
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Wednesday, June 14, 2006
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Monday, June 12, 2006
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Monday, June 05, 2006
i suppose by now she's entirely given up on followin' through with what she said, either that or she's got one'a them great excuses
"who would've thought, it figures"
thank you band I can't remember
"who would've thought, it figures"
thank you band I can't remember
Sunday, June 04, 2006
something that i'm not sure i'll ever have enough breath to title
the first grouping of words and the first line of the next grouping are, for lack of a better word, androgenous to some extent. the rest is more some of what i've seen.
plane tickets're purchased
life is decided
and i'm off to meet new friends
new lovers
new lifes ahead
i gotta feed this hunger for something new
though i know i can't forget the way i was left by you
as if forgotten, unwritten, nothing force fed to the fires
betrayed, rapped, abandoned, left to become so tired
i can't decipher if i'm tired
or if i've finally learned my lesson
from a lier that can't pretend
from a philosophy gone unread, unseen, and unsaid
and in all of this i'm breathless
tired since you left
months ago when you befriended giving up on a friend
the most painful question is if you ever loved The "lover" you left
this is only perspective
but what else are we left with
when we're left abandoned
plane tickets're purchased
life is decided
and i'm off to meet new friends
new lovers
new lifes ahead
i gotta feed this hunger for something new
though i know i can't forget the way i was left by you
as if forgotten, unwritten, nothing force fed to the fires
betrayed, rapped, abandoned, left to become so tired
i can't decipher if i'm tired
or if i've finally learned my lesson
from a lier that can't pretend
from a philosophy gone unread, unseen, and unsaid
and in all of this i'm breathless
tired since you left
months ago when you befriended giving up on a friend
the most painful question is if you ever loved The "lover" you left
this is only perspective
but what else are we left with
when we're left abandoned
making real love, however happenstancery and synchronic it maybe, can be a romantic expression of the primal, sacred moment of creation. it can also be a synchronic moment of true, natural returning to the hold that hides, but in that moment is glimpsed at, rather, owns the seer as no less than whole-held epiphany in the brightest light of the whole world, integrity.
hopefully i'll see this again one day.
hopefully i'll see this again one day.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
transfiguration of a senseless being (finished)
this sliver pallet of air holds it in the 2-3 dimensional, own most essential
metaphysical bending of a picture
a mirror bending literature
a figure, salivation at both ends
hungry for what's never been
the regal single tear of after sense
but this dripping bold of "black"
cast on canvass backs of life before just that
transfigures metaphysics of seeing-site as self divine
moved by massive suicide of momentary life
held in the press of being--necessity
and the cupped hand of what can't
tear the flesh, off the man,
in hopes for, sense perception,
come myself to the oracle's pitch.
but then, i'm told that this i've already found
absurd, indeterminate explosion
metaphysical bending of a picture
a mirror bending literature
a figure, salivation at both ends
hungry for what's never been
the regal single tear of after sense
but this dripping bold of "black"
cast on canvass backs of life before just that
transfigures metaphysics of seeing-site as self divine
moved by massive suicide of momentary life
held in the press of being--necessity
and the cupped hand of what can't
tear the flesh, off the man,
in hopes for, sense perception,
come myself to the oracle's pitch.
but then, i'm told that this i've already found
absurd, indeterminate explosion
Friday, June 02, 2006
so we were just quiet and working
so i said 'so what do you think of june 2006?'
and he said 'oh, it's alright so far'
'what do you think?'
and i said 'i think it will be really great'
and he asked why
and i didn't really want to get into it with him that i just feel happy right now and i feel like i will stay that way for a while
but i also meant my response
which was 'because there's only one'
5:20 PM
thanks
can you elaborate on that last part
there's only one june 2006
we don't get another shot
ahh
look at my blog
- rainer maria
so i said 'so what do you think of june 2006?'
and he said 'oh, it's alright so far'
'what do you think?'
and i said 'i think it will be really great'
and he asked why
and i didn't really want to get into it with him that i just feel happy right now and i feel like i will stay that way for a while
but i also meant my response
which was 'because there's only one'
5:20 PM
thanks
can you elaborate on that last part
there's only one june 2006
we don't get another shot
ahh
look at my blog
- rainer maria