and every thing's clean
every one's sheen as
carbonated glass
So go skrye, Some go cry
Naw,
You're the Queen of survival.
The rain gushes, clears smoke.
Anyone belongs.
Blackbirds dye
to get bright tips
to light the dawn;
take cider sips. Look to trust
the
Mechanism
You're the Paige
right on arrival.
Some singe-stink
by memory-lane
with the traffic-jam-dance
and discount prayers
said in vain.
Sometimes a pulse
speaks louder
than a pocket-book strain
You're the King of soft words
and nestled sprickets gone
tidal
8:00 INDIE-rock at the local barnes and noble and the left headphone bud broke out. Can drown it out on the right channel but all of the woah-ohhs and ooohiee-eees are detected. It's so cheery and wimpy and soulless and yucko. They're playing the whole album. Something impersonal is detected by the music like it is totally everything-is-okay yippy-dippy and the band is walking around down a roadway and things are falling and hitting them in the head, but it is okay-- and alright, and woah-woah. There is a pleasure in not liking it. Some facet of defining being by 'staying the heck away from that stuff.' I don't think it is really indie rock though, I think it's something else. Sort of drone-pop and mock-rock. Need blood and beauty and disdain, and desperation followed by triumph. Something with edge and punch but not mindless.
Food plants are still growing excellently. Plan ah plan to raise more.. soldiers-- an army of edibles not endorsed by that slain Green Giant.
Take Vit. C., Start at St John's Wort. Get a night of a little better amount of sleep. Fit-in resizing more images. All thumbnails finished. More than three galleries so that's plenty nifty. There's probably some auto-resize machina program to do it all but maybe it's neuro-whamming mediation, going through the stride of all that clickity click. Doing this when time-allows any how.
Heard sirenesque cackles from some fox or coy family at a morning-ish job. They were excited and celebrant about something. I picked up a stick and walked towards them with a camera recording but did not get in on the location. Maybe ainn'a coupla-days some animal's remains would be there if I check.. iunno. Related: I did find an owl feather far on in to wherever-world.
Thankful to find that. Need a good feather-finding season. Last year's seems to run alongside apple-finding measures, meaning there was a drought in that. If feathers follow appleness, and this year is looking good already for bloom, surely I can find a partridge feather. If I dream it I'll be happy enough.
Had good practice at being a damn-fool earlier.
Yeah but it issain't what I was going for. Cool-- some project to work on.
Endup lookin like a creep. A creeeeeeep. *Furrows brow* I'm not nice, I'm a mean guy.
Mean and demanding and always know what to say.
Yo, Chariot, those are some heavy waves.
Perhaps taking ques from Coronation Street will help the societal survival ongoings on an energetically empathic wooden wheel.
Sez to get in to the Centre of the Wheel
but life without its ruffle and edges and fringe
has no turnings at all really.
So with all that clash and clang I just really want to express through sound or image or something
something that doesn't seem otherwise to get-along
trying to have a normal life
on planet Apocalypse Polysyllable,
whatever that is.
Don't give me sympathy by any chance,
It's for me to fix at my own and I'll work at it at my own.
The intensities at facing self-failure, not if but when survived
add tallies to genetic-memory
and probably localized shielding for situations to be able to live through
better and more easily.
You're on Earth,
You get your suffering like any body else.
There are beautiful things
But don't bullshit about it
that at simulation eartheach and all earn their way back to the Right
of remembering who they are, what they are,
what they are apart of
and called that Energy, Electricity of Godism
all of the masks and ideas of strict unchangeability
seem as wish fulfillments
to not self-change or move ahead and ramble,ramble,ramble.
You know it. You feel it.
We're not naive about the something-more
and it's not fairy-tale like
because there is great to it
called the Hidden Self
but the hidden self isn't all boogly-woogly, also.
Laughter could not exist other-wise
because of Ouroboros.No, I just wish you to know for mankind to live
from the Golden Heart.
So make a metaphor to prove to others
so not to live from the poisoned Gut.
Laughter: at a nail through the leg or a hawthorne through the side or a garden tool
bruising the shin all hectic-like
but an emotional-social error
and the flags of day-to-day risen
to nag and nag and nag at the situation.
Q. of Cups and trying to take credit for all string-levels at the same time.
Character study!
Heard some good stories, though, yesterday, and had good peanut butter crinkly cookies while listening to them. Good movie tastes and pliable space to get words through. Animals sniff each other out and the similarity-abundance calls for life-time recital. Recitation brings life back-to.
Ya get in to town, and words bounce off the weird shapes and schedules. Connecting is a 'sniff out the situation' kind of situation but there is threat in the claustrophobic density of hard, heavy, threatening machinery. Bygones exist but what exactly is their deal? Everybody has an inkle of the human-game going on. You are an alien pretending to be a human being or you are a tree dreaming of being one of these sapien-things. You are a process, a capability. What of a moaning frustration and how about the cataclysmic un-ease where the natural-way is not ongoing. Collectively,
remembering the Great Thrashing (worldwide event)
which induced into the mass subconscious
the fear of the Total Self
due to the responsibility
of a Thoth-Dionysus-Isisian dance.
Also, take back the name of the Goddess Isis because she is more important and Sacral
than yet another gang of cronies going and ripping off words with meaningful vibration-elements,
but that is enough of that for now.
Paint Gold onto token-like stones. Draw value onto those stones. Just bury them wherever in random places.. probably far, seemingly unfindable. Let them be, like that.
Leave prizes for people.. in places where they won't foul them up.
Probably sounds all occulty-mystic-jibberish talk. Another trap of definition.
I forgot what other word there was for that. Probably statue-clammerin'.
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Try new food. Settle down on bombarding friends w handwritten letters. Under-stand.
Watch a Mickey Rooney movie. Stop being so self-centered in credit for emotional and
kin-esthetic events.
INDUCE Nervous-situations manually and witness in realtime how silly it is to be nervous whatsoever. Do this until it can not be done any more. Make it so that it is not one of those saying it is easier than doing it kind of mouse-mazes. Wish the "world" would believe you
when communicating even the thought of __fill in the blank__(your personal movie script here.)
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