On a perfect day

Callously Invoke. Remain in the highest integrity. Se said "direct these stories of things you would hardly believe, yet they have witnesed the entire thing" Swimming through through carpet covered waters through tables and chairs. Humanity hatred. Manufacture a blatanty false manuscript make it a crime to read the bible a certain way, a certain way on a perfect day. While the witch is in the waiting room. Skillful, fresh, soulful. Bootlegging worldwide deep in green and she left her purse with me. My dearest Annie, remember looking in the dresser after the disaster. TODAY no fear, unhealthy on the former premesis. Racist fimlmakers promoting a rainy city promoting anti gay propaganda precarious stories of things you would hardly believe. This perfect humanity, infinity. Then a woman supercharged... up... supersized...chromosome fermentation. She was watching Hapkito Ballet. Still, quiet music. TRUST ME. Rememberance of old times trying to see the silver future and so forth. It's not there. Release with the breeze. Rhyme in the silence. She waited until she could speak then fell down laughing, preaching. BLESS US with outstanding soulful selections of electronic music on gods wings..Mother who wore a pastel gauze walked to the cellar. I knew the time had come to let it go.
You and I however, You and I are not the average security monkeys on a string
Are we.

stream of consciousnessss + some spambot words

His deafness has been of great advantage to him in various ways when many hearts with woe and lamentation It was easier going on the open road than towards the mountains. Others huddled on bench seats or sought shelter against walls and counters covering them selves with clothing, luggage and their other children. He brushed frantically at his face sense came back into his terrified maddened gaze.Deception among it's other sorrows as surely as Lazuraus is with me I will remain with you with whose history you are now aquainted.

Something hanging in my kitchen

It's been there for years

collage for them, who remain unknown

Her and her child

I usually read these for fun but...

My horoscope said this today. I have a lot of experiences with the supernatural and have seen, heard things that are not visible to others. I wonder if it's going to happen again. It's not happened in a long time, for maybe 6 months or so.



Although you may have strong spiritual beliefs, you don't take kindly to being pushed into non-physical realms. You are more comfortable when you can see exactly what is happening. It's why you can accomplish so much. Today, however, a strange wind blows up weird debris from your own imagination. Pay attention to it, whether or not it makes any sense.


I really need some strong winds and strange debris to come up from my imagination.

For my Father

Do not search for him in flields of clay.
His spirit has not changed, now that he is free of mortal coil and temporal earthly bonds.
Look up and see his light among the stars.
when you don't hear his voice upon the breeze, nor taste his tears in gently falling rain that is when he rests above the universe.

Cry

She Said she usually cried at least once a day.
Not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful and life was so short.
Brian Andras

Very wierd dream

July 21 2007
Dream

I dreamt that me and my children were in a prison or some kind of a camp
I think the youngest was Mandi or Kristopher
The only way I could see Him because I think it ws
Kristopher was during this type of visiting hours.
I would cry every time I saw him and we would hug and talk he turned into
A young black girl later on like he grew up and was a pretty black girl
We still had to visit like this and the place was full of children and families
All separated and put into rooms of this old deserted house. It was like
We were in prison things were rationed out, food, clothing, other things too, pills for some people, some people got drugs or alcohol. When I went to visit the girl again she told me not to worry because she had been saving all these rations in a hold in the wall where a piece of wood was loose. There were no real reinforcements to keep people there, the door stood open all the time and you could see the street.
She showed me clothing, little pieces of makeup and food.
Then the dream changed, and there was a big room which reminded me of a church community room or something only more modern very clean and fresh looking and new with plush couches and white tables with comfortable chairs around them
A man was giving instructions on how to cook a base that we could use with any kind of mean we were cooking. I remember there were plants and beans and vegetables, no meat at all, we mashed this up and he said it will be thick at first after I got mine mixed up it looked like it was not that much not as much as I had started with.
Then I was going down the stairwell with some adults and some teenage kids. There was going to be a contest and we had to get all the marijuana we could find and take it to the conference room. We headed out of the house or building were we had lived for a long time and went to other buildings to tell people to come and bring this stuff. I ended up walking with a really dirty guy who had bare feet and a long dirty coat his feet had hair on them like a dog and were shaped like digs feet. We walked uphill and it was really steep and I had to stop at someones house to pick up their weed. I got it and me and this dirty wolf man walked arm in arm up the hill and back to the house where we had been staying. I went inside and upstairs and everyone was weighing the bags out on this scale but it was not digital it was white with a small needle on it. I didn’t know how to do it so I asked a girl there is she would do it. We weighed it and it was 13 pounds and we wrote it on a sheet lined so that everyone could put their name, the type of weed, how much it weighed so it could be judged and then I went into the big churchlike room where they had taught cooking previously and took the weed in there. Before I went in, a girl picked up something small and yellow and tried to hand it to me but it was just paper, then later she gave me a envelope with a pill in it and I knew it was good and I smiled and she smiled at me too
I had the pill hidden in my hand but I dropped it behind my back because I was trying to hide it then I woke up and thought I would have to find it in the covers in my bed and realized I was awake.
End

I don't like pot and don't do drungs except what is prescribed to me. I don't get it Sorry for the mispelling and typos

Another fragmented dream

I don’t’ know why writing a dream down is so much trouble. There was a man with a cow a bunch of college students sitting on rocks with fish
Dancing on the rocks some of them could not breathe and I pushed them back in the water
I called them morons
Mom was in the dream her eyes were different they were really
Green and she was wearing these pretty 60’s style dresses and getting really excited about
How she looked and
I noticed that maybe it was a man who was coming over
I told her that her eyes were different and she said it
Was called green something like it was
An eye shadow but she didn’t have any eye shadow on.
I told her she looked happy
I took pictures of people everywhere and they took pictures of me too. There is more but now I can’t remember.

Henry Rollins

I have been draggin my past with me like it's
a dying comrade and we're
trying to make it back to the beach
after a mission gone terribly wrong.
That was my youth. Like the Bay of Pigs
A piece of shit mission. Everyone knew it
when they went out on that one and I know it
when I went out on mine.
A bad mission. Old maps, faulty intelligence,
no clear objective. Years after it was
over, I blamed others for what it wasn't and
what it could have been. At the tmie, I didn't think to
blame anyone. One of the blindsides of youth
is that you don't value that which is in great
abundance and can't imagine things
being any other way. Youre only aware of what was, rarely of what is.
It's a waster of time to blame others for anything.
I should have seen it coming or dealt with it
properly the first time.
It's why some people kill thier parents.
Your father fucked you up? Is he still alive?
Why don't you break his neck? Yyou could stab him
so many times your pass out from exhaustion over his
dead body and slip in his blood
when you finally left the scene. YOu could exterminate him from your thoughts, hes
as good as dead and you don't do time.
I had to do this with memories of my youth at a time when most
of my life was ahead of me and not behind me as it is
now. I had to hack it's fingers off, it held
on hard. Now it's all over with. A lot of things are over with.
One could say that when something comes to an end, it's
only the beginning. That may be true if you play with
crystals and worship the moon. For me
it's always been about the mission and when it's over
it's death until the next one starts. I don't need love
I don't need friends. I need the next thing. I need the
next reason to keep living. For a long time now I have been in
maintenance mode. I fee it and keep it in shape
sot it can deliver as well as expectied
with the accumulated wear and tear
now being a performance factor. Ecery day, I get rid of something,
Everyday I terminate a memory.
Every day I throw something out. The less I have the less has me.

the mission was bitched from the start. Thats why I took it.
It's a why bad end missions get taken all the time. The last thing
you want to do is come back. The last thing you can do is come back
You can come back and live in the lie you have
created for yourself, the lie that immediately surrounds you
upon missions end. I lived it for some time. Damn near killed me
. I acknowledge zero community, zero peer group. A lot of people
I know have died. Some had it coming, some were old
some had bad luck, When some of them went, it hurt. It hurt badly and long.
I realized
that the hurt was from holding on.