Another part of the guitar session from the previous post. It was actually 40 min, not twenty. So I sat the percussion layer overtop this.
Going to call it "Mercy for [Summer Snakes]" for now
since the heat is getting humid out and I've been seeing lots of
those back-brain belly-draggers out in the heat. and I think they're in heat..
they're always intertwined with one another in hectic courting-positions..
wrapped like rope. Smutty spring and summer eloping rituals.
I don't know what to say about the tunes.. But I'll add more layers to this and some words
and try to express with as little filter possible what it is I want to say-- and turn some switch on to feel in a world which feels everly like a bubble-survey and test of the will. That sounds like some serious guffing.
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| Summer snakes -- they don't speak much or at all, but when 'ye see them either fear nothing or go jump into a pit. |
I know that is a yoga position, to stretch in the mongoose position with thumb on the home button or booty stammered against the cushion revolver-seat and neck in the jolsted joust poster but it is feeling really ferversome.
And try to make it to el worko on el timeo tomorrow...
Have edited a lot today. So bitter about blogging though!
Look, blogging isn't what I do. The world wide web is
turning into a garbage heap any how. You can smell where they
separate the used socks from the pundit-sway.
'been too strict lately-- and polite... in Ny state. Dumb move.
Good, grab up some more cash and cruise outta that terrain.
I tipped my hat and walked around with my knees out.
And fought streetlight ghosts with some sort of flapjack scowel.
But the plants have been growing extraordinarily,for a good thing..
with more photo evidence of their sprouting into teens then adults,
but I don't blog, so who cares about that non-controversial shit!
Someone talked to me about ravens the other day. I walked with this person
a good ways up towards the bridge where you can see the Juniper tree up by the
hectic fence-jump. The Ravens were cacklin and dry-mouthing. Loud. The crowes
were doing the same. She said a raven and owl were parta her totem. It's weird
that at the bottom base of totems these days there are rent spaces for Bed, Bath,
and Beyond storefront locators, and Applebees up near the top.
She was cool even though I ain't a millionaire. Hustled my knees back to where I
started from as she went to the Juniper tree, splittin ways on the bridge path.
Passed by some jolly stoners
who had raven droppings on their shoulders. Two were skinny and one was fat like
a couple of pine trees and a moving mountain. They probably had dishes built up at home.
I had a crumbled cherry-pie snack in the luggage bag of my motor bike. Since I filled up on gas
before I left there wasn't any worry or shit about the gas stations being pretty much closed on the route back.
....update plan-et energy. Loosen up the back-brain binds.
you will walk hell seemingly alone,
all gone, it seems,
nothing normal really fulfilling
not wanting to force people
like people appear to force one another.
There are lifetimes of good movies
from the nineteen forties and fifties
where are we Going?
is it any wonder why
up to the skies, amazement,
we thought we could travel
into the stars
when did that end,
why did that end?
Cultures!
Where is your edge,
your productive anger,
your useful anger,
anger-of-love
Hit the heart-chord,
Hedonistic
I'll be your youth,
sure,
the savage child.
Look at me like this,
here, to walk the world.
Your world of commodity
is not my cup of Tea.
I love you all, but
your world of commodity
is not my cup of tea.
Process!
Children would dream
to become astronauts
and afford to imagine
whatevermore.
I do not fear for you
or sulk or cry for you:
we are tested
to live lives that are not
based on conning others.
Only, piss off helicopters
and ride on the backs of Brontosaurus
that is enough for me.
and to write
and if what I write
about escapee tampons
with blood-ushered legs
offends you
then every thing offends you
and if you are offended by
every-thing
I will still go about my way.
Because life is silly
thus the invention of the
Chinese Buffet
and three-person bicycle.
And life is an absurdist art-project
but sometimes I do not get thatand lose in to the tight rope
but should laugh as I hang
and laugh as I try to Mingle!
but who cares!
I like being Pan the most
and could say something
about these generational-transitions
of logic
and it is only viewpoint,
and I want to say, about that,
causation of population
and DNA-framework
about Life-Itself shifting us
into more responsible ;logics;
only by tricking us into thinking
that we are living "Cultures"
or being special as individuals
and other silly things.
& when the dark ages end!
there will be hardly much trace
of the plastic-people
but if we do not destroy
the creations from all of the Great ages
germinal-formations may build again
and remember
the power of consciousness
and the Selfless Heart
somewhere amidst
a bed and breakfast
and sandwich-mart totem.
So make, O Essence,
for me,
the Best Sandwich
and even bring me to
the Sandwich Islands
and at least let the culture-spiffies
hop up on fun, healthy drugs
so the music will be interesting again
for god's sake,
and not the brain-rotting zombitoid drugs
but that is none of my business really,
I guess,
but Greek and Sumerian and Kemetian
wonder-spirits
elate me, at least, and cause good wonder
about the way of the dance
that is this dance of life..
So I will stick around, for eff's sake
if not to play some piccolo
and cut my bare foot on sexy busted glass.
Oh! How poetically inspired!! Now go spit some sunflower seeds
at hunches of uber drivers.
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