TwitTwatCuntsaNDrods

TwitTwatPickMeNot.
                                 Another holiday,
                                                         Finger yourself with twenty
                                            and fashionfuck.
                                      TwitTwat
                      Cunts And Rods
                                           Merge,
                                                    Dividends gone.

                                                           Static grass and little games
                                                                         like tax collectors and getting laid
                                                     erector sets and flint to strike
                                    with big parades and riding bikes.
                                                                       Little rhymes in dainty ways
                                                                                         the musket plops
                                                               Proponent sways
                                Split the ego, makes me and you
                                                                  You and eye split to two eyes.
                                                                                                  Fight and argue,
                                                   love and fuss
                       Bloom from birthright
                                                             turn to rust
                                                                                 Palm lines drive on
                               Orange cones and signs
                                                                                                                      Free spirits leaping
                                                                                                    avoiding fines
                                                                      Hear one through the cellar sweeps
                                                          Tearing hard work, stripping eats.
                                                                                   Static grass and little gems
                                        Who are us                                     when are them
                                                    Tax parades and musket sways
                                                                             blooming rust and bike parades
                        Turn to rust, birth to pure
                                                                        Free the two, to one, to cure.

Old rusted vending machines were discovered in rubble where ambitions were sold for credit slips.
This machine was buried deep beyond the soils near other scattered fabrications.
Shiny discs cracked in half and concrete squared now midway below the ground.
Thumbs stuck to devices, Midway below the ground.
Distraction, easily, but  gone and faded to be found by those with the patience to dig
only after the molecules convince a force to make them again.
Crash, machine, smoke, burn and cease(machine!) The growth will not cease, laugh at the machines attempts
to stay in dominance. Wish to serve, if you really will, Wish to be unbound if you really will.

We slept in cages for days. But we're out now. Some want a way in, some want to weigh in. We slept in cages for days. I like it out the cage. I like it out the cage. I will stay out the wall. See creatures, you do not see, see creatures you cannot see they get along quite well I see people you do not see Open yourself up reach the higher world we don't need to wade in hell I like it out the cage I lock it out the cage I lock it out the cage.

Goddess re-emerges from the roots that rise through cities
from the land of the Sahara to claim birth as our victory
Greet the once unseen as visitations reflect

                        Phonetic tones imprint the patterns we think we need
                          Yet the mind is the gift, abundance dries the greed
Reconnect dialect, respect the way of the will
You're as dead as alive when convinced to kill
Be calm in the sweep as advertisements fall
Fear not the memory of a world free from walls
The source that is all, Fear not: the freedoms met
Free from the shame of choice, free from mental rent
                       To express is to make known, to state, articulate,
                         communicate, convey the doorways that relate

Experience blood through veins
                                with perception as the frame
                                          There is no death to fear
                                                      The rise of life is here
                                                                A million lives to one
                                                           Each action holds it's choice
                                                           There's the option to follow
                                                             or to manifest your voice
                                                             In the oddity of beauty
                                              through windows so unknown
                                     You are the goddess of all birth
                                The god of your self worth
                        You're the shadow of dark planets, the rays of the sun
                                          The fire of the light, creator of fun

ha-ha-ha

Shapes of circles and boxes, organic symbols

Parad

Nesting Roost On Rescrial

 

 

 

Nesting Roost On Rescrial

Details

10/2011. 

The interpretation of these symbols and images that come from altering photographs and balancing/mirroring the patterns result in very interesting similarities to old Sumerian stories and mythos of later cultures. (Often, cycled on and on through different characters or subtext to meet the current belief structures of the current culture.)
Creating an image in which you can  to look at and study within an uninterrupted moment  is a timeless way to depict story creations and viewpoints of 'good' or 'evil' depending on the interaction of the viewer and his/her personal reflections. Though even further than that often indoctrinated distinction from 'good' and 'evil' are the inner workings of sacred image that are found ever present in an organic approach.

What really interests me is how the current state of media equipment, such as being able to take a photograph comprised of natural surroundings and then digitally mirroring itself, can continue this tradition of symbolic gesture. It is as if old ways of generating or birthing these stories and organic symbols will always be available even by means of a digital interaction.The ability to access these trains of thoughts want to spill and grow on through like through those cracks of concrete wild life and growth still come forth not as a re-action but as an unstoppable approach to always return to the beginning. This would be my only time to apply the saying 'the circle takes the square' to a new meaning, whereas the curve overflows the fragment.

I found that the geometry of city structures do not apply as well to this ushering of imaginative shape. The fragments and rigid sharpness of a city structure does not give as much to reflect upon when multiplied or mirrored, which in a sense shows the results of the stagnation and repressed feeling seemingly overflowing in places surrounded in urban symbol structures. Walls.

Currently I see it this way: The fragmented placement of what we now refer to as urban or city environments does not seem to follow the tradition of shape that the more natural and abundance-oriented civilizations were comprised of. 

Boxes upon boxes upon boxes are formed, aside from the matriarchal buildings which house the hierarchy rather than the common public, where the games of participation take place or even the logo/s which enact older forms of symbol but only to pursue the act of expanding and building more walls than encouraging creative and natural interpretation.
The expressions which offer a higher encounter of creativity and outspoken widespread individualistically such as street art, which can when correctly done (being free expression and character, not just tits and dicks!) serve as a revival of wall art or serve similar to hieroglyphics and communication through and on the grey areas. Though these acts are seen as rebellious and are shunned as they challenge the boxes and fragmented thoughts, their shapes are often flowing and defiant of the square and flat composure. Much of what seems and comes along as natural and archaic being categorized as defiant is a discussion in itself. The boxes are the symbolic form held overshadowed by tall, grey, lifeless and flat structures.

Chess became sterilized into a game of checkers when an intimate approach of understanding needed to be quickened as abundance was stripped away. The same statement can be applied to tools of intuition and divinity replacing a more soulful desire into objectives of money management and playing cards.

The reflection of these symbols are more than interesting in the ways they can approach the human mind and how we respond to such things. Through dream, shamanic visions, pure f'in' accident, ancient ways, alchemy or even through the technologies we have available today, the mythos and symbols very similar to some of the first stories of known human experience still seem to continue regenerating to those who have the time or an abundance of it to notice and reflect.
The ability to interpret and garner stories and ideas from the shapes offered by natural environment seems much more effective just as the sounds and other senses offer a more abundant mindset.
Think of the cycle and smoothness of sound in a natural area in comparison to the jagged and int-eruptive sounds of an industrial environment. 
Though to some they may just as well be squiggles and lines, in these kinds of images.. It is all about how you wish to perceive it just as with anything else but I thought I would exercise some insights to go along with these and possibly enact other to find stories and insights into shape, which is to delve inside of your own belief structures and see them as more than walls.

Levin Stone II

'Full view' set on highest-quality for the best results.

Levin Stone II: A revisit to the first Levin.
I corrected some of the doofy areas of imagery and added in much more over the extended audio of the Levin Stone video. [View old video and write-up] Electric Lines [Soil Finn/myself] worked as the audio and the images were photographs as well as a couple of video pieces tied together in certain frames that I captured in Taughannock falls. This connects to other videos as well with symbolic gestures as the focus. (Half Of It, Talisman and Paige's Dragonfly are the current pieces in this project that can be taken as individual videos or as one whole grouping.) I'm very exhausted from running around, missing buses, getting drenched in the rain and such all to get reliable internet connections to try to share these. Those are all stories for another day. Running around with a tambourine in a backpack makes time less of a hassle and each step more of a metronome
The area of the video with the crows was an idea I had tampered with using a chroma key to get the white the hell out of the photograph and then using two video tracks of the photo I scrolled each in opposite directions.  The photograph used was one I took of an amazing amount of crows gathering in front of a violet sky in the 'moose days' of my quaint damn existence  I'll post that photograph up later if anybody actually reads this thing or reminds me. Thanks to the couple of people that said nice things about the video. I'm trying to fill up an hour of visuals to tie these all together. Just when you think it's all finalized, the creative force clings on even tighter. I'm sure a re-re-edit will occur in the future.I love and hate the internet so much.
Each direction is swarmed with a new idea and it's frustrating as hell and infuriating but also beautiful and damn rewarding when all efforts are transferred from ideas to something that can be experienced through human-suit senses.
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What else? Paige's Dragonfly is FINALLY finished. And I really do not like blogging or cells, I'm thinking maybe I'll just continue on paper and then scan these entries in. It feels like I'm typing strictly for all those who are between moments of looking up porn on the internet or the tiny few key-wording 'psychedelic waterfall images.' Yikes.
This post will say that it is going to be edited in the future but really it won't be fine tuned at all because I'll lose interest in it or forget writing this very statement. I'll update this soon. 
Coming soon: Paige's Dragonfly, Why NOT to fix the economy, A mythos in song called 'The Devil's Junkmail," and an interview with a short-story antagonist who hands dead rats through his ear holes and runs for congress.

Pocket Moths

The 'zero dollar budget' projects:

The first track goes best if the CD has been handed to you by a stranger.  The last song functions best if hanging upside down out of an abandoned building window.

I insist you that I am not trying to SELL you anything. (Friends could not afford living in a free world so we shaped our own and got fined. It was fine because we didn't pay. We ripped up S.S. Cards and knew human possibility hatched more than breakfast behavior and modest, weather-talk expectations.) Seconded:This is not a product this is not a product this is not a product.  Buy my $10,000 coffee mug if you're looking to hook on to a sales pitch.
Pocket Moths archive.org webpage with 'ogg' format available.

01. Pocket Moths (4:35) MP3 8.3 MB
02. Manifest Sampler (8:55) MP3 13.4 MB
03. Through These Cellar
Doors (3:02) MP3 7.3 MB
04. Loving Ghost (Pt 1) (2:23) MP3 4.7 MB
05. Identity Consumption (3:33) MP3 6.7 MB
06. You Shake The Stars (5:24) MP3 9.2 MB
07. Astral Arcade Machine (2:50) MP3 6.2 MB
08. Hasty Levitation (2:20) MP3 4.2 MB
09. She's Chain Smoking
(Grey Puff Version) (3:03) MP3 3.8 MB
10. Electric Lines (3:47) MP3 7.0 MB
11. Isometric Vines (2:49) MP3 7.5 MB
12. A Taste Of Death:
The Infomercial (11:43) MP3 11.7 MB
13. Television Towns
&Rye Bread (1:33) MP3 2.4 MB

I just wanted to say that Grand daughter Emit is out to kill Father Time

and while most people pay anything, as attention cannot be bought,

Father time doesn't put up a fair fight.

So root for the daughter, She'll slice the vines of time.

A write up on the making of Half Of It:

'Half of It' has Soil Finn playing Rhythm guitar on the audio recording. The original opening clip to the video contained the audio sampled as 'brush drums' in the song . Weeds were hacked away as creating a trail to a secluded stream which was cut into the pattern of the song.
The original layer is an improvised song between the two of us in basic form played on 12/14/2010. The magic and fun of being able to form songs so quickly is always at a strong point when we're at an open space with a complete looseness of construct to better help pull idea from. 'It just happens' is the best way to put it and at some moment I would enjoy writing about how wild many of the recording processes take shape when we form music. Sometimes it also gets overwhelming having so much material to work with, too, literally hard drives full of lost files to revisit.
On 02/11/2011 I layered some extra instruments and backing vocals. Somehow that seemed a bit bare still, so the slightness of faint electric leads were topped over the banjo played on the original layer.


The rest of the video fell into place from a collection of footage taken over the years and was feverishly merged together in an attempt to compliment the feeling of surreal lyrics.

It's entertaining to play with the meanings of the words. Luckily,this time there actually are breasts involved, so the project might not fade off into lost space. But unfortunately, the breasts,rods and ovum come only in the views of phallic imagery of interpretation. 'Damn.' Also, the imagery and concepts switch over in to the 'Paige's Dragonfly' video which I am infuriatingly trying to manage the audio for. It's been an endless amount of efforts. (Raving, stark mad efforts among ghetto speaker set ups and dated softwares.) I'd delve into the pinpoints of stress, pride, frustration, curse, joy and exertion of energy & efforts but there are more interesting things to get at than broken microphones, ghetto-makeshift recording setups, endless problems with not being able to bribe or trade ideas for marketing techniques, and how many glitches, errors and ass backwards ways of conducting these creations were initially met with.


Just at the nearing completion of the video, needing to fill the empty spaces in visuals, came the joy of finding the perfect imagery as a flooded parking lot hosted the presence of a lovely bird who reminds me of a well known ancient creator. Funnily enough, referred to as the Hermit, which damn well alludes to the result of what you become after perusing so many works at once, often it is met with hesitance and disgust of certain results yet later found with an attachment and love. The shape of the feathered being clicked immediately and helped to weave some final pieces of the imagery together.

Here's an original image of what was later tampered with to match the effects of the song.

>Filler space<

Surely there are still a few glitches within the imagery to be revisited and fixed, but maybe the process of having learned these kinds of things from a pirated editing program rather than undergoing classes and trained techniques allows it's own character or style. That is one of the fun things about a self-learning process. Many shortcuts may be missed along the creating procedures but they're approached with more of a free form and curious means of doing things. (Amidst fidgeting around learning how to lean into very many difficult ways of accomplishing edits.) I suppose that is when the weird and abstract take a hold. None of that is in my decision, though, how exactly it can be perceived. When something is released or publicized it is out of the arms of it's maker by that point, free to go it's own direction. The only real guiding force by then, is how many breasts it has or if it will get you lottery bargains. No, if it could mean something to merely one person or is  looked at with a curious or open perception then not all is lost.


Culture, planet; it is an amusing world but it's tough to afford expensive costumes in the act of human-kindness. Still, that aging thought of department store remnants growing a single shrub then taking over to become agriculture and plains again is an enduring outlook of positivity. It's easy to be hopeless and pessimistic, but steering a nifty, capable perception mixes playfulness and usually the 'bitch of the path' as in, it's difficult because it is less traveled.  You can fathom thought of the ceo who hangs himself in the company's stock room or the nearest nuclear warhead on a let-loose target strike (worry sale/death addiction) or you can cherish the option of coating existence with damn fine colors and "livening life"/Lifen life. Then again, you can do what you'd wish, Awe damn if that isn't one of life's most hidden secrets.

Pocket Moths is: More than you want to read anything about.

My own billboard vision and Travis the Dragon Enthusiast

A random crop to practice curious eyes

I was downtown on foot and wearing an empty stomach so I had waited for the soup kitchen to open up.... 'Ended up talking to quite a few friendly people, all good-spirited, which really turned the day around as I was pretty pissed off/aggravated .. Especially after going to the public library passing the sign near the front desk regarding the patriot act, basically explaining "We have the right to investigate your personal information if any of the books checked out seem suspicious of your behalf," which basically means that if you catch up far enough on how shit really works, "We're gonna turn you into dust and vacuum you up, without anybody ever knowing!

("We Shall Call It the Library, Where We Bury the Lies." Krs-One)
Anyhow, At the pantry this couple had a energetic kid named Travis. Normally I don't even talk to kids, (or anyone.. Okay I take part as the hermit) but ya know what.. I remember as a child older kids would always talk to me and I'd be damn interested. Nobody really seems to do that anymore. We just let machines and media take over any form of influence for the youth. He took a piece of paper off the table and each of us drew our own version of a dragon, after I split a line down the center of the sheet. He was very fixated on drawing a dragon, and kept telling me he wanted to see me draw one.

Here is a 'dragon' I drew when I was around 7
(Okay, it looks more like what we think we know as a dinosaur.)

The funny thing is that a month or so ago I was going through my old childhood drawings from when I was 7 or so and I had made a really wild book having to do with a dragon, taking over a castle, and.. well, there were some giant plot holes. (I'll post that picture book up sometime if people promise not laugh at it!)
I guess the lesson for today is "Stop ignoring the kids! They're damn creative. "

That's 2% of the day but the rest is too much to even get into.. Walking until your feet bleed and coming inches away from a fawn as calm as a feather are too much to recollect fully at the moment.

A Taste Of DEATH: The Infomercial (Update 2)

A Taste Of Death:The Infomercial.mp3
11:43 11MB

(Direct link. Save as to download)

A snippet of audio from the soundtrack-inspired songs I have been making for Death:The Infomercial, following the "Life The Advertisement" CD from a short while back. I've been working on these songs for a damn long while and there must be 3-4 different mixed versions junked away that didn't seem right.
Here are two full songs from this little sound-adventure:
March Of The Time Bandits (Pts 1&2) Pts 1&2(4.77MB 5:12)
Smiling Mantra (2.53MB 2:45)

Times have been adventurous of lately... Crazy, but adventurous. I'd been busy with working on some other albums as well... One with a folk rock feeling and another more spoken- word... Possibly taking a group of short stories and turning them into an auditory experience.. That would be a real fun experience just to see what the heck it could sound like. ...Just trying to stay on that diverse non-path. I honestly don't know how some can stick on the same sounds and not get weary of it. Though it's hard, to share work when it seems most people just want a feel-good chorus about tits and violence or nursery rhyme structuring. All I can do is keep doing what I'm doing.
Anyhow, I'll see how people take to this release when it's out. It'll be shipped out and finished by myself like the previous CDs,but this time I'm going all out on the album artwork and details. I usually offer most releases for free anyhow, but hopefully all the work will make it worth that little extra to support it and get a real copy instead of only mp3s. I guess the main goal is for this to be one extended song, all of the tracks are going to intertwine with one another and hopefully give the sensation of floating through the cosmos, escaping from the daily tortures of everyday plainness. Damn, it's a pain to be your own manager, but freeing to have nobody telling you what your style should be or that you're too off-fad. Like I've expressed before, I'd much rather be happy doing my own thing and be an unknown than to sell my soul and ideals to end up being scrooged by the record industry.
Why "Death:The Infomercial?" For one: To jab at the amount of materialism that subdues our current existence or means of operation. In following Life: The Advertisement, I suppose it may only seem witty or coy to name it as such, but I'd also like to compare it to the way older cultures would prepare a transition from life to death since birth. Symbology has a lot to with this, and as I'll later, (eventually) get to in the future as many others already explain this in a very well format, our neurological and subconscious levels work on a much different method than what we really think we perceive.

Anyhow, I thought it was interesting to see the above image on the ground underneath a bridge, and often wonder how many people know the true meaning of symbols or whether they are intentionally used or not.

It directly reminded me of the sun cycles

or work of Robert Anton Wilson, Who explained these traits as Four quadrants that represent the psyche in his book Prometheus Rising. The quadrants are made up of strength and weakness traits. The Lion, representing Fire, being the 'Good/Friendly strength.' The Loyal.. Fire also possibly connecting the lion to the sun, since the two are often connected.

The lion's wavy golden strands, king of the jungle, A receiver of light in ways. The Bull, representing the element of Earth was given the 'Hostile Weakness.' 'Hostile Strength' is given to the Eagle (The element Air) or Sky as 'high and mighty', according to Wilson. Friendly Weakness was associated with the Angel archetype, or Water.

This is all interesting to me because it's been used over and over again from the Tarot, Torah and passed down to present day, only with the meanings and symbols hidden from us. We have lost our literacy to read symbols, or subconscious comprehension which really is a vital standpoint on how a society operates.
From the research of Michael Tsarion he presents: There are 240 thousand miles of nuero threads in the human brain, which is enough to stretch from our Earth to the Moon. On every micrometer of these threads there exists 250 thousand units of information. What is this data recorded as? This data is recorded as composite IMAGES, not as words. These composite images are encoded in DNA as the symbols and images. (This was from one of Michael's presentations on the use of symbols in a six part series, which I recomend watching.)

It sounds crazy, fucked up, but I am prepared to be deemed such, because when 'Normal' just feels way out of touch, when the way things operate do not seem just or sensible, crazy is the only way to turn. It is no doubt that our culture is a consumer culture, a material society (Yes I realize the irony as this writing is aligned with my piece-of product music composure,haha!)
I'll later type up and update an old writing to further this subject, on old civilizations interpretations of Death, and it's connections to symbols, the subconscious and what information has been lost/rid of along the way.

In a shell, I just wanted to get out of the way the choice of title to this project and in hope get some insights out that I've been meaning to release quite a while. If it seems strange now, I guess my future writing will either convince/ make me seem stranger, for those who want to see what I mean.

When you embark upon ancient holy symbols being used to advertise, and see Gods and Goddesses from Mesopotamia and Egypt recycled with names changed, on T-shirts and billboards, you can only question what is going on. Thus Life: The Advertisement, Death:The Infomercial.

A trip past the gumball machine

Please don't mind the harsh quality.

It reminds me of a moment thumbing through some pages in a shop, only to find this
advertisement/set of symbols ;)
hmmm..