Monday, December 12, 2011

Periodicals Melodie

Prototypes for ideas?
The whole world shook.

Irish philosopher George Berkeley (1685-1753) had an angle called immaterialism. In his 1710 work A Treatise Concerning the Principals of Human Knowledge, he wrote: "the observing mind of God makes possible the continued apparent existence of material objects."
-A Psychonaut's Guide To The Invisible Landscape  Dan Carpenter PG 54



"Diogenes stood outside a brothel, shouting, "A beautiful whore is like poisoned honey!
A beautiful whore is like poisoned honey! A beautiful whore . . . ". Men entering the
house threw him a coin or two to shut him up.  
Eventually Diogenes had collected enough money and he too went into the brothel."



To express is to make known, to state, articulate, communicate, convey
The experience of blood through a vein with perception as the frame
If we are actors upon a stage--- Change the script



This is a play. This is all a play. Be playful




The audience was unseen but felt.
Wading through low caverns through a violet liquid skimming through a connected top layer
like that of pudding skin, this cavern of the human mind was a realm to manuever through the
tools of the human eyes.
Outer space being inner, Each star richocheted from a cell. The Hive is I-live, with the I being
so close to 'live' that a golden radiance will penetrate all cells if programmed reactions are shed
by returning childish.
Evidence of wade-path was trailed behind as fresh lines of violet pudding top formed line throughout
the cavern.
Everybody's story will be told. It cycles itself through visions lasting forever and also able to be crumpled
up and re-written all over again.

A sound of whisping wind graduates in no particular timing through the tunnels of the cavern, knee high
in violet liquids. The tunnels come to a shore where it seems a racketing construction occupies  the audio
of the mind realm.
A mantis upon a jackhammer was busting thick stones beyond the shore.
A peach hue mixed with the violet caverns in pins of light coming from what were holes poking through the
upper layers of hard stone proceeding the earlier pudding-topped cavern outlets.

A torrent of past memories swept from left to right in a speedy breeze of voice compilations from personal
thoughts to Barney Rubbles, political media stresses, childhood teachers but also, not excluded were dreams and masturbation fantasies, old answering machine messages and elementary-school-in school-suspension-lectures for getting knees muddied during hill-rolling in recess melded with aspirations, and reactions.
They all swept by in such a flash that the taste and smell and touch all mixed into something that would fill
one grip where blueberry mixed with the feeling of climbing and stress and psychic putzes were gushed into
faint nothingness from fluids of every prior orgasm all combined into an orchestra of one tsunami.
The seeds of life birth thought when they do not impregnate the physical nothing births, yet still then thought morphs into physical whether intended or not.. what we call synchronicities culminate to those who pay attention.
All in a flash without any date or time limit, Deep recollections are possible even within the field trip
or prowess of the inner-mind.
Ratt ttt driddgggeee clunk chipp shatttrrr the jackhammer chunked up the thick violet formations speckled
with the peach shaded pinlights from above.

Unnoticed, by the Mantis, wearing a hardhat, continued.
Holding out my front hands, invisible... just as that audience had felt..
Upon recognzing, or searching them, my hands took form of flesh.
"Welcome to Viarn'es, commodore!" Mantis stopped the hammer and tipped it's
construction hat.
A plastic shine of the long, sturdy legs... Candy and landscape green.
"This is your playground" the worker began to speak.
The framework of an idea. The falling and resurrection of the fruitious Haleigh Hazel

Feel pride in existing how you exist if it is from the heart. Shame is the pressure of fears or an anxiety of committing full heart, Unless it is just a sneeze.

Aiem'on In The Cyclical The moon..has no hands

 Test human capabilities. Construct. Negations dissolve. Construct.

Is this a wall or is there distance.. Climb either way.


Direction
The Human Experience. The heart knows no 'no'. The heart knows.  The human experience.
The lure is out of your mouth.. 'You' can follow the lure, still.. but, there's SPACE to explore.


Guest

Long ago there was a blind racoon mother with ~6 babies. She'd take them to the cat dishes and they would eat up. 

Re-evaluate, Re-evaluate, Re-evaluate.
Once again once again once again once again with this one 
"Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."
"Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."
"Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."

There's an amputated clock in a forever whirl. Three killers no longer surge.
In finite in fine world. What do our shadows seem, strange? Compared to shades seen in two suns.
The Human Experience. The heart knows no 'no'. The heart knows.  The human experience.

 Congratulations, you are a physical being.
Re-directing BUSYness means time to look.. 

Fun device

Every white becomes a seagull when focusing on the background birds



The audience was unseen but felt.. manuever through the
tools of the human eyes. After speaking "I see you" 3 minutes before shutter-snapping.

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