I was just thinking...

Mikola fried anew, askew, on shores of lieu...

mikola — Sat, 29 Mar 2008 10:58:28 GMT

but... whatever things might be, I only want to see my old friends who would still be one with me, and new ones as well, as time will tell, only now I've been all the way to hell, and back again, like fast food drive thru, one time would not do... I went again and again to see what I was missing, this thing called sin and sure enough ... I banged the doors I thought passed by others and OPENED EVEN MORE than any have discovered.... To discover.. that thing called truth ? is not from times natal... in fact .. too much of it is beyond fatal... for if you can die once... you die twice, not thrice, Only one of many secrets discovered beyond the lights... But one day while homeless taking my time, while stopping to pick up a dime, was it Hollywood and Vine ? I only know I met.. *another*... angel of grace, fallen or not, like me, had yet to see, ... The reasons for the divine... I'm now here to share maybe to be shared or merely to take a sip... ... but in the mean time.. where's my angelic muse... that Jezabella Kipp ? ;) Remember when I played guitar at your birthday ? ;) The world awaits....

mikola ponders

mikola — Sun, 03 Jun 2007 00:50:16 GMT

open it up with me... roof top... back alley... the fantasy world we create wherever... creative drive without a muse is just constipation of the soul.. bleh... ugly.. but true.. rsvp... be my muse... mikola san diego...

Photog/Artist: NEW TO SAN DIEGO FROM LA, Glamour, Art, Exotic...

mikola — Sun, 08 Apr 2007 21:31:03 GMT

New to San Diego just a couple of weeks. Looking for models, gigs, shared studio arrangements, live-in if possible, trying to just hook it up :) I have the models if you have the space ! http://www.cityevents.tv/talentfinder/artist_photos.php?id_artist=4683

** Kickin it in San Francisco : Any Models Up Here Want TFP ?

mikola — Tue, 12 Dec 2006 02:20:42 GMT

Hello and happy holidays everyone :) I've had some wonderful inspirations lately and always trying to keep my skills finely tuned and would love to help with your portfolios at the same time. Please email me, check me out, let's hook up and create ! Don't know if this banner will work but giving it a try, if not try http://www.cityevents.tv/urinoff ciao ! Mikola www.cityevents.tv/artistphotos.swf

Freshly Made Heart-squeeze

mikola — Wed, 18 Oct 2006 00:42:36 GMT

How many ways are there to explore the boundaries of the human heart which for whatever reason has a cross-over threshold of pain of, say... nearly zero ? What is ouside that strange invisible line anyway ? It is like comparing matter and anti-matter except the bringing together of the two distinct spaces is physically impossible.. Or.. if it were possible, would somehow destroy the fabric of existence. I've *met* people who live on the *outside* of that line.. and *they* can never seem to find their way back IN... And the ones who "seem" to try.. seem to do it for all the wrong reasons, clinging desparately to that anti-heart space... Smiles can exist on either side. Laughter exists in both spaces. Even attraction AND AFFECTION exist in both spaces ! Sure, a heartless person can have GREAT affection for someone who makes them FEEL better, ENTERTAINS them.. or has something to offer them. and would MISS them if they were gone. but what they really miss has nothing to do with the PERSON maybe... An evil gangster will sometimes shed a tear for a lost partner.. The lines are not there to divide us.. they exist only so long as there exists still one more person who has an anti-heart... What has this piece of art showing with this blog have to do with any of this ? I realized suddenly that even after all the muses, heart-throbs, and even passing numphs.. why some people with my unimaginable life might cross over that line.. but then.. a real heart always recovers.. grows larger even in some ways.. and.. .. A new muse comes along.. ;) (c) 2006 "Mikola" N E W M I K O L A (at) Y a h oooo

== TRANSENERGY == Life Is Where You Find It

mikola — Sat, 15 Jul 2006 00:59:25 GMT

Random scribbles turn into a unicorn, a man with his face buried in his hands, a face giving pleasure, bodies in ecstasy, writhing all over, clown faces, skulls and demons.. yet it's nothing but a random plasma rendering ... selectively colored.. not changed in form.. to bring out just a few faces *I* saw there.. but had somebody else taken the original to color where THEY saw something.. I wonder what they would see ? But the ones who SCARE me... are NOT the ones who see things.. it's the ones who do NOT...

The Emptiness Is Suffocating

mikola — Mon, 10 Jul 2006 22:34:37 GMT

People who are having difficult times in life often say they feel "empty". But at the same time.. you can see their minds.. caught in loops.. coming back to the same conclusion points which defy logic, or the same obstructions, equally illogical.. but they are far from empty... filled with the insanity of chaos.. The spirit mind.. being bound by the flesh and the flesh operated by the flesh brain.. is much like a passenger on a stage coach... The flesh brain driving the coach, the flesh body... going where it wants.. but .. the spirit sometimes.. even often for some.. agonizing over "letting it happen" or not being in control.. If we break it down logically.. The flesh is a machine, the single most efficient machine ever in existence.. self healing, self sustaining, but the *problem* is that this machine is all ABOUT "the self".. that is.. it's mode of operation is survival, comfort and everything else is gravy.. . it HAS to eat.. and crap.. it's a machine.. and it is a chemical machine so it has problems from time to time when it's chemistry is off.. The spirit HAS some say but the question IS... how MUCH say ? Because those infinite loops in times of duress... are the spirit mind trying to reason things out through flesh brain experiential knowledge. *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** Flesh brains are HIGHLY evolved. It is not easy to tell whether, when you are speaking to a person, whether it is the flesh brain or the spirit mind you are conversing with.. but.. .when it happens.. you know you've reached a special place but just might not realize where you are.. there IS a transition because there is a GULF between the spirit mind and the flesh brain which will NEVER BE BRIDGED... the two are in opposition by definition. Therefore we must REPLACE the CHAOTIC EMPTINESS with something BEYOND physical experiential knowledge. Sorry, but existentialism as a complete and self-consistent theology doesn't work.. it only works within a set of HIGHLY CONSTRAINED RULES... materialism at it's best is the paradise of existentialism. The WILL of the flesh is ALL THINGS PLEASURABLE BUT.. it doesn't go off and do all it wants all the time .. why ? Because it is smart.. "civil" laws have come to exist, and would have even if no spirit minds existed, just out of a logical course of organization.. .otherwise we would just all be cave-dwelling bullies.. all others would be killed out of spite, jealousy and so on. So flesh is competent enough of amazing feats, building great things, even making major scientific accomplishments.. but regardless.. it's still flesh. Ultimately.. flesh will BETRAY the spirit mind to try to maintain it's flesh-centric view of existence... but this is where the spiritual person separates from the non-spiritual being.. because a spiritual person is perplexed at the things some people do, yet if they knew just this set of basics.. they would understand... they have nothing in common... Only when the spirit minds have melded in unity should people have relationships, but in fact the FILTERS applied by people today are almost ENTIRELY flesh-centric filters.. and that is why there are so many problems today in relationships, decay in society as a whole... all stems from the fact that we have GIVEN UP our NATURAL state, being as close as we CAN as a people to our spiritual life.. and EXCHANGED IT FOR AN UNNATURAL state.. one which PENALIZES spiritual mechanisms anywhere and everywhere it can.. because the TOTAL COLLECTION of flesh has even it's own GROUP WILL.. and the flesh loves sex more than anything else, and having had all things available to do, to see, at a fingertip, flesh has EVOLVED YET AGAIN to a new kind of machine which now EXPLORES DISTORTIONS, CONTORTIONS, and wreckless combinatorics of flesh and material objects because ON THE WHOLE, THE COLLECTIVE FLESH MIND HAS BECOME JADED and SENSES NUMBED.. and the flesh brain is NOW DECAYING with regard to it's REAL NEEDS but spending all it's time on DILLUSIONAL COLLECTIVE OBJECTIVES.. The conclusion is.. that flesh will all soon perish, at least as we know it. Why ? Because it's a broken machine and the control systems programs are VIRUSED ... diseased.. corrupt.. But it may not perish to absolute extinction.. but a great fall is coming and soon because the escalation of IGNORANCE is at a level at which the GROUP CONTROL SYSTEMS are also starting to break down.. hence we see wars everywhere, riots, insane mothers killing their own children, and the DARK AGES will soon seem like a WALK IN THE PARK compared to the suffocating emptiness to come. Chaos unleashed... that is what we battle every single day and that is why that even though we have fantasies and dreams and ideas.. that we don't DO every single thing we think of.. or shouldn't anyway. Am I being a moralist ? I'm just being logical. There is a binding of the flesh when we have sex. We know this. One form of this binding is called STD's.. diseases.. there ARE other critters in our swapped juices that aren't FATAL to us nor would we likely notice anything OF them.. but they are there.. and the RESULTS of that .. we do not really know.. But.. if you sleep with one person it is quite true that you've slept with ALL of their partners.. soon the entire world will have fucked one another. Pretty amazing when you think about it. But.. if there is a binding in the flesh, is there ALSO on in the SPIRIT ? STD's of the SPIRIT ? What are the REPERCUSSIONS ? From doing WHAT ? and NOT doing WHAT ? These ARE the same questions spiritual and philosophical people have asked for many years, but nobody I've seen has put it in this particular frame of reference.. it is NOT war between flesh and spirit at all.. It's more like.. having a horse. A horse must be skillfully trained. A horse is quite intelligent, full of personality, AND has a VERY strong will. BUT.. the wild buck CAN become a most loyal companion.. but it begins with one will becoming dominant over the other.. and that can be done by force or sometimes by just being slick... give the horse goodies to make it like you or whatever. Same between the mind and the brain.. It IS possible for the spirit mind to exercise WILL over the flesh brain.. maybe not all the time.. I have no idea.. I haven't seen it in anybody.. I've seen people become hermits and shut out society and everything completely except they needed to be fed and people call them "gurus" who are actually helpless leeches and you call that ENLIGHTENED ? I say it is hiding from the spiritual truth. BUT.. in their defense.. there may BE no way to exercise total control of the flesh EXCEPT to become a wart on a hillside that depends upon others in the REAL world to feed them, clothe them etc. Lastly... People have a lot of misconceptions about right and wrong.. and more people feel guilty than admit it.. but then for many still.. that guilt turns into defiance because they presume that any higher power is fucked up to not understand.. and people tend to presume THEN that there is no forgiveness... and ON and ON and ON.. the TRAIL OF PRESUMPTIONS is in fact what leads to their DESTRUCTION ! It is SELF INFLICTED. FIRST.. . presume that your body is what it is and you should not feel guilty about any part OF it... Why can't people DO that ? BUT EQUALLY SO, some have some VALUE placed upon their body, or it's parts, and sell it, trade it, use it, and trade in flesh has been around since time began whether for sex, labor, or whatever.. But.. KEEPING IT SIMPLE.. Flesh just is what it is.. It's ok to have to take a crap. Just stop PRETENDING that other people DON'T and stop DILLUDING yourselves that whatever they have between their legs is going to fill your life with BLISS. EXTREMES.. .that's what I'm talking about. It IS possible to have a VERY healthy FLESH life AND to enjoy it.. WITHOUT compromising your SPIRITUAL existence.. and to NOT be guilty, just by definition of WHAT WE ARE.. even to have multiple relationships as far as I can see.. just don't carve it into stone tablets ;) My point is this. LET YOURSELF BE FREE... ACCEPT your humanity Solve your problems SPIRITUALLY because the flesh context is JUST TOO LIMITING. if you do that.. the WORLD might turn against you since it's predominantly flesh robots. . but.. YOU will FEEL MORE WHOLE and you will grow in new dimensions. ACCEPT that FLESH is flawed and that we would have to live HUNDREDS of years to get enough knocks to actually LEARN to control it wisely.. so THROW GUILT IN THE GARBAGE... GUILT is one of those SPIRITUAL VIRUSES.... you know ? I mentioned it before ? Spiritual STD's ? Ah HAH, you say ? And what others can you think of ? How do you get RID of a spiritual virus ? How do you get RID of GUILT for example ? Are some SPIRITUAL VIRUSES.. SPIRITUALLY FATAL ? It would seem so ... just a parallel between flesh and spirit would logically predict that to be the case.... Where's the "rule book" ? look to the ancients, the consistent, the ones who have not had to modify their doctrines at all, the ones who's edicts are of giving and love and not of having, getting virgins or material things or "self" empowerment because all of those are FLESH religeons.. Look and your heart will not lie to you.. your flesh might.. but your heart will not. In the end.. you may not like the changes required to start fixing your own broken programming. It took me awhile.. But just the effort alone has amazing healing powers which spill over into other souls. There is no such thing as emptiness when it comes to the human spirit and the flesh brain.. they are both ALWAYS preoccupied with one thing or another, and if caught in LOOPS.. hey.. it's EASY.. HIT YOUR RESET BUTTON and say FUCK IT, SOMETHING'S NOT RIGHT so BREAK YOUR OWN RULES.. THROW OUT YOUR FILTERS FOR EXAMINATION.. SEE if YOU have made your OWN WEB OF ENTRAPMENT... and DO NOT FEEL GUILTY to EXTRICATE yourself FROM that.. and DO NOT fall on your FLESH desires when DOING so because OTHERWISE you will probably say "oh, it's not that bad" just because you are willing to get shit on just to not have to move .. you say "oh it's too hard to find somebody else" but I say THAT IS A FLESH LIE.. flesh is lazy, first and foremost, self loving and it has NO problem with lying to ITSELF even. May your spirit find it's place of peace and tranquility where the water ripples as it should, outward from the center, instead of in some contorted illogical pattern.. if it don't seem right... it's probably not. i.e. with regard to how you are dealing with things when the same problems keep coming back, you keep hurting, or getting hurt. Who am I speaking to out there ? I know somebody needed these words. I feel you. God bless

** Soul Doctor's Work Inside

mikola — Wed, 28 Jun 2006 16:52:22 GMT

You know... I have to say something in support of both my models and my own work. Some wonder why I have only women in my friend's list. It is simply this. I work mostly with female entertainers and thus far the guys I've tried to allow "in the circle of Mikola friends" have mostly abused the priv as guys do when surrounded by beautiful women... But there's another aspect to this. My models have taught me over the years so much about women, what they go through, what they put up with... and I've learned more than most guys even *want* to know about women anyway... but overall I would say the "male-female machines of human dynamics" are a bit broken, mutually stirred by propaganda, false images of what people are about, or worth, for that matter. This photo is one of many I've done of beautiful women who are scarred in some way or another... This sweet creature was scarred all the way up her chest from an accident. Part of my personal mission is to use the gifts I have of art, special effects and the most precious of all, understanding the female perspective, to try to bring out the essence of the individual rather than yet another hard core reproduction of body parts, whether assembled or not. i.e. what difference does it make whether a person is even whole when I begin a piece ? If she wishes to have something to feel special, and her needs and my inspirations cross paths, as I've been fortunate along the way at times... then is not the creation a special thing shared between the inspiring and the inspired above all else ? My point is.... Guys for the most part dwell upon air-brushed images for fantasies which have little to do with reality. Sadly, many women today buy INTO the need to sell that image. My personal hope is to find a venue for exploring the dynamic beauty of the individual where possible.. On occasion, a model comes through who is simply an erotic minded person and that is not a bad thing, but it is just one of many venues, and my own works reflect the simple fact that I do appreciate *every* aspect of womanliness.. but like all things... some are here for this, some are here for that... I am just a simple philosophical artistic chef composing cuisines of delight catored to the inspirations as they come and go, but those which fill this spirit are special and rare. "soul" is not what some groups try to sell it as. It is the essence of all human beings. The sooner we stop marketing long established vocabularies for meanings other than originally intended... the sooner we stop divisiveness among all peoples and cultures I believe. Words like "Soul", "gay" and others have been hijacked and with all due respect to the cultures involved.. if cultures cannot contrive their own words without stealing from the natural beauty of all which those words originally apply to.. it seems defeating the purpose of such groups to begin with.. . to seek to blend in is not to hijack turf, but instead to merge ideas and principles. The same is true of image, of sex, of life, and many other things. I made that detour for one simple reason... Life is short. Bless one another Be true to yourselves because therein is the reason for existence I believe and the power of the journey. Do not rely on group ethics, principles or ways of life to set your own goals or pace, nor to make decisions for you. As I try to reflect in some of my works, the true beauty is life itself.. . I try to just be a mirror where I am humbly able to even come close, but I tell you this.... I can never come close to the true beauty I see within some of the precious inspirations who've come my way. it is beyond words It is beyond even dreams. Be your own dream. :) ciao - Mikola

MOVING TO MIKOLAVILLE

mikola — Sun, 11 Jun 2006 20:35:16 GMT

As I look through the slither of light between the drapes beyond the asphalt and street flies to the greens of promise and the blues of hopes above, I give thanks for all those who helped build Mikolaville from the inside out. One person had savage dreams in which I was in a house and the basement was hell while my own visions have been of mystical flight and battles to flying limb huts and beyond to living plasma covered rainbow clouds in the tops of which dwell giant mirror lakes, portals into alternate lives... I told that person once that I dwelled sometimes in the basement of her dreams. I don't think she got it.. but even so.. somebody out there does. I've encountered tremendously evil people, some who think they've gotten by with things even, but my favorite story of all time is the Count of Monte Cristo. Mikolaville is a place of fantasy and imagination. It isn't me, I am just the grounds keeper. It isn't even my invention since fantasy has been around since the dawn of intelligent life. Mikolaville is my playground. It is so difficult to find people who can come to the playground with the hearts of children... innocence aside.. what about creating and having fun for the sake of just that ? What is happening to the world.. Beware of the darkness outside Mikolaville. Enter that you may at least save your mind from the monotonous trash which surrounds us all.. How many ways are there to probe an orifice ? Only one, but obsession is a twisted bitch. Beauty and sex are not interchangable terms. There is much ugliness underneath all the perfection and plastic. What I seek is natural from within. Inspire it and I will render it in Mikolaville. ------------------------------------------- (c) 2006 "Mikola"

...And Then.. The Dude Said.. "Who has seen the edge ? I think I have LOST it !"

mikola — Wed, 17 May 2006 09:38:57 GMT

For what will be an obvious choice of blogs to fill in later... The moment is now to push it forward.. or reverse.. And when they ask me my sign I usually say "Fast Forward" .. but now ? I have to think about it. It's always also been "Ahead Full" I think now it's got to be "Beware Of Mirrors, they are gateways into other dimensions" .. One day.. while taking a walk on the moon I contemplated.. what does it mean to "get high" ? "All things are relative..." .. new message on condoms.

Why does animal's fur look so much like wood ?

mikola — Mon, 20 Mar 2006 06:34:35 GMT

Some animals seem to me to be somewhere between plants and animals because of their plant-like characteristics.. like some insects that look like grass and twigs, and the fur of animals that looks like the grain of wood... While pondering this, it came to me that this is a lot of the problem of defining sanity... .. The darkness is nothing without the light yet the light needs NOT the darkness to persist, the shadows however *cling* just to exist ~mikola

On The Move....

mikola — Wed, 15 Mar 2006 09:13:31 GMT

Hey Friends of Mikola ! What's going on ? LA ? Hollywood ? SF ? You guys are VERY quiet the past couple of months ! ............. There is a world where everyone is blind. There is no concept of anything visual yet the imagination of what is and what isn't is simply the magnification of their perceptions and expressions of their experiences to one another. There are individual perceptions ... and mass perceptions... and hence different groups "believe in" different things, or "buy into" one meme or another. Some are closer to what is real than others and yet the ones who have the nearest graps of actual core reality are most often shunned, considered fringe, twisted... sometimes persecuted ... whether for upsetting the balance, disturbing the waters, rocking the boat... not being a "team player"... sometimes they are "put down", .. some in fact actually *do* know a great deal about "reality" yet use the blindness of the masses to portray the realities they WISH the masses to .. perceive. ................................. There are those who walk among the blind... seeming to be just like everyone else... they feel like everyone else to the touch.. they sound like everyone else... they spout the words which reinforce people's perception that THEY in fact BELIEVE the same things.. .that everyone else does.. but they are just puppeteers... manipulators... con artists of the soul. Yet they are not of that species... something different... something with an agenda.... ..................................... The more a person who is one of the population of the blind who senses the truth by logic and reason, the greater the deceivers work to first get that person to give up, then to have that person turn on themselves out of self-doubt... then if the believer in truth truly "knows too much" and begins to actually *influence" others towards the truth... or has KNOWLEDGE which could upset their grand deceptions... then they work harder to eliminate that individual... ............................... What is a conspiracy theorist ? The deceivers would have you watch 90 minute bits of propaganda, 24-hours of soft-porn ridden sound bites, manipulated to keep you blind enough to think that a conspiracy theorist is... well... wacko... to lay them out as twisted, mentally unbalanced.... perverse ... whatever will stop the conspiracy theorist in their tracks. ........................... Now and then somebody falls through the cracks of their web of control... somebody who has well protected evidence of them, their players, their rituals... their designs... and yet.. . their best defense is the DESIRE OF THE BLIND... to STAY blind... that THE BLIND PREFERS the lie because .. for their brief moment of time.. it allows them their self-centric existence to seem to "maintain course"... to stay in the maze is their safety net... to see a rat trying to climb an outer wall upsets them terribly because it makes them look like fools for clinging so much to their pseudo-mini-empires. ========>> Hello LA.. Hello SF.. Remember me ? I was once blind and now I see. Now I know what I want to be. I once was lost but now I'm found. The truth is so simple... yet so profound. Because the world has a singular mind that it wishes to stay so very blind, the darkness has no fears from me other than localized truth for they have no wish to see Why should I set myself up for you to decapitate With truths the world doesn't even want to perpetuate ? Ahhh... .we will see.. (c) 2006 Mikola

As thoughts bubble behind my mind's eye...

mikola — Tue, 03 Jan 2006 04:05:46 GMT

They say all conquerers write their own history... just as the Greeks who never spoke Egyptian plastered their own faces across Egypt... consider this... what do you really know ? I warrant very little. So many who claim to know at all generally are too lazy to do real research and simply verbote which they emote or reflect warped opinions of their kindred misled spirits. Truth is found only at the front lines of the wars most fear and cannot stand... they confuse the gutters with the trenches which really ought be sought... ~Mikola watch out... I'm back

Mikola Hard At Work

mikola — Thu, 01 Dec 2005 05:49:16 GMT

The wizard of Oz Speaks: there's so many fucking liars and con artists that when the real deal comes along nobody believes even their own eyes... Until somebody comes along with a job, a brain and or real friendship that isn't based on what's in my wallet.. .I stomp the dust from my feet on the way out and leave curses... ooo... first New York, Second New Orleans.. .watch out LA.. curses are for real... Tensils are the best you've got ? Oh shallow minds and pathetic spirits. Bow to the winds of greatness while you still can by choice. Otherwise, bend by broken knee to your superiors. Your vanity is the insertion point of my blade.

Thanksgiving Thighs

mikola — Sun, 27 Nov 2005 21:18:58 GMT

Nothing like a nice pair of Thanksgiving thighs I always say. We take SO much for granted don't we ?

There's exactly one perfect path for each of us

mikola — Tue, 15 Nov 2005 04:22:10 GMT

I was sitting on the brick wall just outside the library... and I was late. Somebody I owed some artwork for... a great person and I hate being less than perfect for people I care about in all I do for them. I packed up to go and started towards the busy intersection of Sunset and Highland in Hollywood at rush hour.. somebody called to me.. I forgot something. How kind. I went back but feeling the pressure of being minutes late even... but.. I thankfully received my forgotten item and turned around and just then a high speed collision occured in that intersection... just exactly where I would have been had I not turned back. * * * Everyone has some life story or another. This is everyday for me for some odd reason, but I've come to not just accept it.. but to acknowledge it.. that is is there. * * * I used to be frustrated when I missed a bus, when one passed me up.. then two.. .then three... just like the other day in Encino on the way back to the 'wood... And human frustration says... flip the next one a finger... but experience has taught me... ... think outside of my own space-time.. More often than not, whether we get to see it or understand it right away or not.. There are reasons for such things... Things which SEEM to impede our wants... our desires... what we THINK are our goals. But understand just this. It could be... ... there to get you do something right for yourself. What's keeping you from YOUR dreams ? blessings ~ Mikola ======================= (c) 2005 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED =======================

What do those gargoyles think sitting up on those tall buildings ?

mikola — Mon, 14 Nov 2005 05:54:08 GMT

Things are rarely what they seem. I doubt a gargoyle likes just sitting around on cold concrete all the time, but I seriously cannot envision seeing them sell real estate either... hmmm... They say a leapard cannot change his spots. If so, some created things will do what they do regardless of all else and all others and we MAY joke about it, and in fact, political correctness will try to DICTATE us to not even BRING IT UP.. but TRUTH is a light which cannot be hidden underneath a table... Light will shine where it shines, and a thing that smells .. .smells... it is what it is... too bad for the majority of people that TRUTH always wins in the end.. but just as under Hitler, the NEW SS is born, the book haters, the knowledge breakers, those who wish to lie and decieve, those which the world WANTS to follow just because it appeases their own selfish motives.. But remember.. everybody can not be the HEAD DOG... and if you THINK you are the head dog for the moment, just remember... you were lead by your nose blindly by something greater than you, like a puppet, played like an old piano, and as puffed up as you are, you know you are fallable and rely on every single resource at your disposal to stay in a position to BE puffed up... but just like a cheezy balloon... when you've served your purpose... you've been the Peter Principle "Peter" long enough, been USED and let BELIEVE until it becomes an ANNOYANCE to those you can't even FATHOM much less SEE... then you will be disposed of... conveniently... effectively... utterly.. Sit and be a blind tool for beings you cannot see. Or... Take a postion and live miracles every day. SEE... the unseen... ... even play chess with them. But otherwise... .. you're just a wart on a spiritual ass somewhere, that ass sitting ITSELF on cold concrete ... .. obeying orders from somebody ELSE ... in dimensions beyond your comprehension... Lead or follow... Lead insects and get puffed up... or follow truth and know that there's something beyond the end.

Faith is...

mikola — Mon, 07 Nov 2005 04:13:39 GMT

... Faith is the substance of things unseen... Believing is not faith. Faith is active, not passive, not descriptive.... Faith *is*... or it *isn't*... From atoms, to protons to quarks to strings to.. ? .. to Faith ? Every day we make use of things we know nothing about... photons, gravity, subatomic particles, making circuits with elements smaller than lightwaves... We do it... .. out of Faith... . misguided faith... .. is ignorance... Walk on the surface of a sphere flying through space at thousands of miles per hour.. we do it every day... walk on water ? make a wish ! It's all the same. It's Faith

Chillin' In Karma

mikola — Sat, 05 Nov 2005 06:05:19 GMT

Karma can be a good thing or a bad thing It's a thing we all agree But this is the one place we all can sing have some coffee and one another see What angels you can meet in Hollywood but some are evil, not all are good, but something strange, don't be alarmed, ya ? chances are better at the Karma Come and see Mike or Open Mic whichever you prefer Walk in or ride your bike It's a place you'll want to refer I'm here tonight, as chance would have it I don't need an affidavit to attest my inspiration to this place bring your chill and leave the mace Don't mind the flakes and the cons they go and come onto everyone regardless of where you go but meet the cool elite, you know ?

She's a belle, Gabriel !!

mikola — Sun, 30 Oct 2005 21:35:44 GMT

Que Onda Amigas y Amigos ! waddup ? Do I have an audience greater than TWO yet ?? I have to work on these ratings some more ! But one person who TRULY deserves your EARS is Gabriel Sage ! We will have some great photos of her here VERY soon and here's some of her from her gig at THE JOINT in Bevery Hills just LAST NIGHT ! SHE WILL PLAY AGAIN at THE JOINT... where I shot the accompanying photos... It's a nice big club to dance your hearts out for some, but for Gabriel... beware there's an evil angel who tries to entrap her, but her soul is too fine to stay trapped forever... she is a light of great beauty and I hope she escapes, but one thing is for sure.. you will escape reality for the moments you give her your ear.

Come And Visit Me At My New HANGOUT in HOLLYWOOD !

mikola — Fri, 28 Oct 2005 03:49:17 GMT

HEY MIKOLA FANS ! (there's at least one right ?) I found this really cool cafe at 1544 N. Cahuenga Blvd, one block down the hill from Hollywood Blvd in Hollywood ! Very homey, open mic nights, artists, musicians, you name it, great net access and just great people ! Karma Coffee House !! CHECK IT OUT !! I'm HERE NOW... Got a space-time machine ? In case you catch this blog in some future time, some other place ? I'm always looking for gigs, and creative people to work with. I've found a few great models and new works are coming ! I want to make something that hasn't been brought out of me yet. Can YOU bring it out ? I'm also a musician, but doomed recently to just flip out electronic fruity loops, however competitive to the mudaneness of German house, at least it's spiritually awakened enough to help you sleep better... is that an oxy ? Moron ? ha ! who knows ! What is it that holds you down ? Just gravity ? Are you depressed ? Clubs are for stubs... wells for empty shells... yup... sup for a buck ? it's not all about money or sex or even rock and roll... it's about time... Time passes like the winds of the jet stream, faster than a blink, gone in a wink, and .. It Ends. TODAY.. is THE day... No tomorrow. Yesterday is gone. It's why we have memories which are DESIGNED TO FADE. Got something in your memories holding you back ? GOT SOMETHING TYING YOUR BRAIN TO THOSE MEMORIES ? Get Rid Of It. UPS doesn't deliver to heaven OR hell, so why should YOU carry it all around ? Get a life... HAVE A LIFE... on yourself.. it's free ;) Dont' thank *me* ! thank GOD ! ciao Mikola

Light To Come but Now Passing Drowning Angels

mikola — Sun, 16 Oct 2005 00:17:17 GMT

... Welcome to HOLLYWOOD ! The city of Lost Angeles, FALLEN ANGELS on EVERY CORNER ! See them there, DROWNING in desire, lust, regret, lost time.... Does anyone pray for a fallen angel ? I did for awhile but have given up I think... we choose and we loose, I never thought to get caught in their webs or schemes, the mystery it seems is why any creature so great and so high could choose to follow such a lie as to steal eternity from them... ahh... heavy sigh... I touched upon the same old song that they used on me.. I'm so glad I can now see... so thank you for the wish and stupid books and all the fish because you made me dream before I fell enough that I could tell I did not want to stay inside that well.... I took the tour, Monsieur, but thanks, no thanks, it yanks, it sucks, take it with the ducks when you leave, no sieve, no fix, just broken pricks within your eyes demanding others to pay for your own dark ways... there's better days for those who will hear, so have no fear of drowning angels, fallen and broken, for not a word spoken will change their fate but yours is not too late... don't hesitate... nothing of man can compare, not his dreams, nothing he would dare, to that of the dark, don't take the mark, not the works of mind nor of the hand, the mark isn't what you think so, don't misunderstad, don't be a jerk, it's the work... remember if you can.... (c) 2005 "Mikola Urinoff" aka owner of Mikola, of newmikola@yahoo.com

The Invisible Man - or - Who Is Mikola Urinoff ?

mikola — Fri, 07 Oct 2005 04:38:56 GMT

Prelude to nihilistic masochism: I wrote this some time back while considering the whirlwinds of life changes and cross-streams of emotions. We are all perpetually evolving whether vertically or circularly, that is the question.... ******************** I am the invisible man. I am everywhere yet nowhere. You see traces of my existence but rarely do you see me. Most on the street do not want to see me. Some see a reflection without detection of who I am, glancing curiously, even furiously, out of the corners of their eyes...no surprise... weak minds are so unkind. Some think they see the man of past, prior wealth gone at last, down for the count or some amount of something they want gone fast... some think they see arrogance as I peer self consciously in the window... Some see a reflection of their own past projected upon my apparent image, hating the virtual me they want me to be, to expunge their self-perpetuating spite of the world for their own self imposed miseries...no mysteries here. Some who see the virtual me do not see the virtuous me. Some think they see shape-shifted slime or mold projected from plastic injected MTV acceptance filters shoving me into the corners of their minds but I waiver NOT; ignoring the ignorant and focusing on that which they cannot even dream of seeing, the unfathomable to most... a ghost... ...a hint of paradise to those who may not see but might listen... few will glisten... ... so hear what I be...... and you may see... In one projection of me, I am ever present, you see them looking at me, baring all for me, opening for me, ones who walked through my fifty millimeter looking glass in awe at times, in want of being in my inflections in sheer vanity, that thing I sell that rings their bell, or hope of metamorphozing into something beyond what or who they are...all under my spell, secret shells move quicker than their minds... am I unkind ? All things come around, so unsound ... What they see is not what others might because after the experience of the invisible man's creative delights and passionate imagination their fascination kindles yet most still have only a hint of a fraction of that personal projection, a small injection of thought wrought about by indications and small vibrations of the Mikola experience... I am not at all so transparent yet remain invisible to most especially the Barbies, the Chads, the pseudo chic chix and dork prix who get lost in mirrors of lust and in the dust I leave them but their opacity is clear for all to see, so thin, sold in five minute sound-bites, nipple slips, papparazzi upskirts and camel-toe fantasies passing at the speed of pop-ups to the whims of the emotionally blind and sexually challenged... Yet burning out faster than micrometeroids passing as alien craft, and they are, abnormal to a non-electronic society, lacking dildoes and fucking machines and field humping xtc parties banging through g-strings and sweaty house music or jungle bumping yet there are no batteries in the Congo, nor a house to hump to...yet there may be thumping before the arrows fly... heavy sigh... so plastic and spastic.... how crude your moods the slime drips from your minds and your cribs Lost in fantasies synthesized, reeling like a rubberband from dots on a screen, how obscene and trite, every night, trivial whims for slim skims with themselves, the ultimate lover under cover... like a hoop, just an infinite loop of mind and flesh, one slimy mesh. Unwanted compliments from untouchables with no applause...Yet the Wizard of Awes, Awesome deeds of vanity enhancement, no romancement, At hand in a magic box for the fox, brings them to me like moths without cloths... ...every time to pay all day, no frommage, just hommage to the invisible man as he smiles.. such a simple plan.... ... He sells vanity.... But one last note that I not gloat, for truth be known those who've shown their soul and heart I've given all that I am and the best... .. at the expense of the rest. My art is from my soul regardless of what you bought, your ghoul, you sought and bought what I sold but I gave to you that which is purer than gold... ... my heart... ............. (c) 2005 the man behind Mikola Urinoff

Twisted Julie, So Unruly, truly truly, twisted Julie

mikola — Sun, 25 Sep 2005 21:33:24 GMT

GOT MILK ?? Bring 'em here. I'm PREGNANT WITH CREATIVE ENERGY Is there a brain surgeon who would kindly remove my FRONTAL LOBE so I can FIT IN with the rest of society ?? Couch to couch, I'm no slouch, I cruise, I bruise I win and I lose quarters from my pockets, where's my rocket ? Did she take it ? Did she make it ? Where was I when it became L.A. **COLD**, shivering nipplecicles frozen from cold cash, made hard from steel tonsils and the fire of her eyes is laser cold, super cooled to below nothingness where atoms fear to move.... The walking dead, her heart stopped with flesh primed, preserved, undeserved and slimed chasing crusty cheese from rotted dog stems while scathing the seeing who are bathing in warmer lights... it's not right... so... six billion minus one... next ? I leave the bitches and the witches one by one to seek the true, so rare and blue.. I need gigs, not pigs, not wigs, not figs but digs I do, it's true, to recline, to repose, who knows the ways of the spirit but who can hear it ? I'm not lost in the frost of L.A. COLD just slipping on the black ice left by her slippery trail of tongue wagging forgetting she's soon sagging and by her thrashing to beat down her competition her words ... useless... but ruthless.. she is everywhere fogging the air around herself all about herself eclipsing the real muse at her side who wants a nice ride on the mikola wave in spite of the trite bull of L.A. COLD... I will find her, she, them ? I need them all... just to find the one. Alone with nothing but the desires which are way out there, everywhere but not around L.A. COLD cuz she's been used, abused, cheated and mistreated like a country music song, pumped up, bitched out, perked up, painted on, pierced for pulling and licking, sticking herself in the pink machine showcase with no face except the targets painted better to see... circles to help aim for the round red hole, how can you be SO blind, so stupid to NOT know the sources of those paintball games taught the whores through centuries of lies ? ... same old show.... where to get tickets ? You may ask You always do, the line is today six billion long, all seeking to attach one oriface to another in a 36billion foot long worm for that is what we are, or even longer if unraveled from the calcium cages these 40 FOOT long worms are housed in, painted lips on one end and fuzzy exits all seek to adore, to adorn... what a slimey breed, the human race, might as well suck on mace for all it's worth, the lies, the stench, the pathetic creatures that you are.... Here is just crickets... I never paid for shade or trim, just a hymn should do it but it don't cuz I want it...just like the rest, ooh she's hot, ooh she's best... for film and books, suspension of disbelief, for life, the lie IS the relief, the release for to look at what is real IS the surreal for who needs hell when HEAVEN rings the BELL of awakening of TRUTH and we ALL stand before a light to see how uncouth we've become... what we really are... how we could be, could have been... There are no regrets for those who are willing to die *daily*... there is no single turning point for change... it is get up and fall down, get up and fall down and if it takes a thousand and ten times to see that you have ten thousand and one falls left then so long as you are willing to try to get up, there is no reason to beat yourself up over the fall... THIS is grace and love... not at all what the world wants you to believe... so don't give up because of their lies... even fallen angels have second chances... some anyway... and murderers... it begins with forgiving... one another and yourself... Truth is one NASTY bitch, isn't it ? cold words, what kind of priest can say such things as this ? one who speaks the language who's not full of lying bliss, that's who.... somebody pull the plug daming up my creative soul and stand back for rock and roll... i'm still in here you just cant see behind this corpsicle flea so a man cannot be a prophet in his own land but he can relieve by works of the hand then die every time where no band would trumpet such solitude, no gratitude for heavens built and fantasies given, no guilt... where is she ? See Julie run... run run run... dripping and running in slippery circles cute as can be, generic Julie with splits 'n spreads, legs for bread and on her head she stands and plays like all that but that's not where it's at ... a woman is the only thing that will make this bell ring it seems; it's just dreams and ramblings, gambling with my heart and mind so be kind young girl, be the pearl you so deserve to be, conservatively speaking, stop tweaking and glisten, stop speaking and listen... I want to be realistic, sorry if I sound narcicistic, but what about me ? let it be. I don't need you, however you may believe, I just want you that I may relieve, this thing in my heart and soul to set the images free which come truly from love of what might be, searching for perfection of ancient beings which lie within, and otherwise, the moment of bliss here and there, the momentary suspension of my OWN disbelief in the dance of madness for which I will forgive myself tomorrow. It's time for all good things to come to me, Julie Julie, so unruly. Yours was a beautiful yet shallow moment of hope, yet there is something better for you than where you run, ... drop the glass, leave the dust, before those perky tools rust and decay... you deserve better, so much more, don't be a whore to those who only sell you lies... treat you like flies they do... Say goodbye to alltheBels, whereverBels and cream dreams, couch teams and all those romantic fanatic memes programmed by the ancients, ain't it sad ? don't be bad. be cool, no fool, with me, you see ? Once in a while Truth is truth. ............. ............. >>> all blogs and images posted by this blog owner are copyright 2005 owner of this blog, a.k.a. Mikola Urinoff, reachable at newmikola@yahoo.com <<<<<

Swimming 'round the old hemp fire

mikola — Fri, 09 Sep 2005 20:14:10 GMT

... that makes absolutely NO sense at all.. .but it's a very interesting story. Question of the day. Does anybody read these things ? I've put on a nice show here and I have an audience of ZERO, people... now... come on and tell Mikola you are strange also, come out of the water-closet... :) hehehe Yes, it is a good day to be strange, and to become exotically different... even if you dont feel you look that way... people know nothing, only they think they know what they see, but in fact that does not empower them, my friend, it is their vulnerability... What is yours ? Let's express it in visual magic. Let the invisible man show the world how you look back through the lense, to them, to him, to the Invisible man... Where are the true artists ? are there no real muses, just latex covered bags of vanity ? All wanting a half hour meter running with minds made of gears of fear and want, missing out entirely the way... back in the day... oooo... and for me that was only a year or so ago.. but hey... you think what you want... I do what I do. Be Mikola-ized... Want to learn about reality the way it REALLY is ? Truly want to explore your inner thoughts, passions and dreams ? Fears ? I have been around the world, above it, below it and inside it, exploring, analyzing, savoring... Mikola Knows... There are no boxes for Mikola.. leave them elsewhere....