2 16 2007

Help me not eat fish eggs and dairy
When I turn 60% vegetable I will be able to fly right
When my metabolism matches flight
In dreams and diet of love at first sight
At times I have counted how many gas station cups of coffee I could chug
And how many truckers give me packs of terrible cigarettes
And advise my lover that if she is ever in trouble that she should become a prostitute in a parking lot and still I have not murdered anyone that I am aware of
But in dreams I have killed, for survival, from fear out of a need to endure
Overcome and constantly raise the bar of what I put out and take in
And if I take in only light I will be come light
If I take in only that which lives rightly and dies rightly
Than I shall follow suit
Dreams of concubines chasing the memories of lost faded hums breathed into the smoke too long got pine needles in my mouth and I spit them out as the first howl on the full moon and the first wandering hick converted to camp kesey and speaking out tarps and ropes and logs being used raw to build absolutely everything
There will be giant bubbles of steel and tiny alcoves of sticks stuck with mud and bomb shelters made from body heat and landing strips paved with energon cubes that we will mine ourselves everytwilight and every spiraldance out of the door of the cold winter stepping ready for frozen whiskers to eat the wind on the last unexpected ride together that really was the first in a time to work I have no time but still I worked and eternity worked me over with fists of truth and brass knuckles of freedom and still I knew not who I was meant to be but over with assault and onto the feathers dusted burnt offering to the flame of a thousand echoes spreading in the night of the journey to the center of the nest I would carve in your chest
The cosmic web which is my body has been spun out in each directionless neverending stream of light and the only way to become the frontier is to spread. Spread. Vast and far. Never such this flow I’ve known not and yet, strangely these streams of light are of immense comfort.
“the only interesting answers are those which destroy the question”
And I have so many question! Oh my.
Why are we here?
We=you=us=me=earth=6 billion people= evamaria
But, why is the earth here?
Boot camp.
This place is kicking my ass.
Get tougher n nails. Chew nails like bubble gum. Use sulpheric acid as mouthwash and lysergic as tooth paste. Its kicking mine too but this here helps.
The communicascading
On the topic of bubblegum and communicascading- id like to make a toast to all new language.
“enlightenment is boring”
I want a new enlighten-mentalism, cuz that’s all calling it that is, how about we get past that type of evolution and get infection. Lets get sick with understanding, and pass it on, get contagious enlightenment, its casual, its communicable its as simple as sneezing I n your friends face when they’re really sad, its just like throwing firecrackers into a moving convertible and tossing all your eggs into one basket that is made of a fox’s mouth
Crystal ancient wood polish electronic, electronic. However new, the dew from behind my ears has dried, gray coated and ready to be rejuvenated with a bell…..I once heard the phone right and didn’t answer.
Yet all was received in in this missed rendezvous there became the unshared spark that needed passing there is nothing in this life worth keeping toyourself aside from your love of god however that may as well be the most obvious secret that there ever was in the history of existence and well before the existence of history it was opposite, it was the hidden truth that needed no confirmation, it was rebounded from every pour of ski n and every rock under foot and each time we stepped we heard the earth sigh so happy to at last share its fruits with beings in need of nourishment and again the missed call what have we lost but another moment that is gone we are now here, on the earth ripening on the vine and if we don’t fall we wont become wine yet still we always be intoxicants
And evocatuers and pranceaholic night owls with no teeth but the gums we have used sandpaper and razor wire on since birth so our smiles might light up the caves we we told to hide in the rooms we locked ourselves in and the chimneys we tried to crawl down all dark and unfulfilling attempts to escape from a a planet so long held to be prison when we wind the angels can no longer sleepwalk without bumping Into other angels sleepwalking and inevitably they may at last wake up
Beepobeep
Hold on to your seat
Ring
Ring
Ring
The operator is on the line, who may we connect you with?
Yes? GET 2 WERKLE find the space between teeth and suck straws stuck into the manna of mind and heart, this mango holds me hostage without it I am nothing when I drink this juice I am vitality, I am the pulse of life and this I share with all.
Many tolds of time have been,
Yet all go so wrong and fall along the trend dead end
As if we could possibly believe
That it ever stood still
That we could ever/////
And time will tell, again and again
That’s its been long dead, or
Perhaps ne’er been born at all
Our desire for ends
Beginnings
All yearning
Never to be realized
Time will never tell you it loves you
But what about now?
Can’t you hear the hidden world scream in recognition?
The masses awaiting with blankets and coffee like after houses burn down and belongings and memories are burnt to ash? And they say something like weave been waiting for you or like…. There’s been so much we’ve been trying to tell you, so glad you let us quit our jobs, the pay is great but im not sure the health benefits of invisibility are worth while…
But somewhere in the mists of invisible and what so have you. You are in full, energy. Great, vibrant, energy spun out in each directionless stream of light. “Stop thinking he says” and so I shall stop and become at once an open vessel susceptible to every alteration. Communicate timelessness and on and on and on.
Ear crunch. Dog moan. Swallow. Laugh. Breath. calm calm drifting.


Freeze!
ATEYYYYNEshun!
may
Thoughts
Enter
Transience
Become
snow
like Dissolve to
waterflow away
tillmind oceanic
swimswums and
dunkdrunk
‘you’
And ‘you’ are so big/small so very both neither at all
Sounds statue simply spouting streams unidirectional down drains
Silently spit 360 degrees and learn to bend the neck away from spine and see with all mind
‘SPIT IN THE O CE A N’ and pee with the fishes. For the ocean like the day and the night is more than enough for bodily functions. Yes go pee.


Spelling out my name for the crowd again in a coughing fit and a coffin voice
I breathed them to life and I swallowed them whole in death
I could not help but choke
I could not help but feel full to bursting
I could not help but laugh and cry and bring kazoos and light cigarettes and tell tales that were not meant for anyones eyes but my own.
But I couldn’t help it, I lived despite the rashness, despite all the absuirdity and frolicking with too much wine and not enough comrade and never enough camaraderie and always so heavy on the back swing, choking too deep and reaping rewards of false sin, as if I could imagine anything as unholy ever again, stuck in minds cave, moved out into day light and now they seem to think ive gone insane but luckily I am only hyper,
Hypersane
What does anything mean? Perhaps floating in talk and smoke,
Or in the veils between breath and prana, between love and life force, rugs, and slip covers and comforters all blocking the flow of body heat
The flow from me to you, the warmth ebbing tween us, eddies, whorls twisters of immense
Fires
Fires scattered across continents waiting under pillows and always held potential with the spoark of match to book, and pen to paper and tongue to mind, alklk sparks await with potential and I realize you are here now and that’s all well and good but ive been talking to the dead for long to really hear you calling my name so late in the game and if I hav e let you down thazn just be aware I lost all my marbles on purpoise, I gave them away on the road and I will never ask for one back
I will remember you as spinning flames around my eyes, meltiung my lashes under my lids and filling me with soot and ash. I inhaled like it wazs the finest grass only to find my thoroat sore and hoase with too many words ive too long ignored. So if I may speak out of content and peak in the middle of context, I am in the middle of nothing at all and I spelt out my name so you could take away and file it under ‘the gone but eternal’

nothing show

welcome welcome and bewarre bewarre .w aht enters here are lies and what exits are only digested halfway things to be discardd with the coming season. great dust chamber collecting time like a bit wound up in fibers strings and foretold boredom, aka evil.

stnading still to the blue gray ribbon may there always be sme way to empty the eharts weight into the aura of music surrounding me, the slow channel of mental liquid heat absorbed into chalice of surrounding vibrations. just to not be carried away by the thumps and spins abound around here. off to the trees and the dig dug were goin underground and its for real this time, i got my cave gear set stright sailing uppity hoppp into the mouth of the beast. SPELUNKidunkyfuck
down the zee hole with blindfolds for the ladies. even out those sacks of grain and make sure the fire wood is protected when crossing the stream. its a little too windy to be carrying that flag straight up bring out the best with psilocybin.
ooooh damn want to eat fire and ccarve the bones of those who have failed before me?
look at the greatest invention
silence

i cannot wait to be soemewhre the speed matches the cancer and theres no way to go but to ride along it in beautiful agonty tip toesing in acid rain and stomping on volcanic asphalt. spray painted boots and harvests in the trunk, may these beats allude the glow of radioactivity inhernently tranceing our seered brains. spelt the melt halfway back to the train wreck
im burning up and theres no way to get to town anymore its been buried under the ocean but dear lord''

''''-___---the ocean doesnt want me today"

bowing down to the end time lime light. speaking in drifting unfiltered tones, decaying sweetly alongside the rest stop log fence. stray as far as i can. to the glimemring dark mush that is my cake walk intro to fusion hell, sparking spitting sandpiping...

fucking head disease random wanders sparkplugs lost found inserted and found loosse after a half hours activity. must get wirres back up to speed. htere is no pleasure in hesiation except of course, all the time. blah hahahhahaha death to infidel and hot dog vanishes on the right wing deck....

splash

death of d, nov 1st 1:42u3798475932 a.m.

sensual domains kept sacrosanct
verifiable delusion orgies
displayed tendons, underestimate the swollen
reach out for comforts box
in times of need, never fear clasping death's hand
whether blood flows or zombies roar
10 digits mark a secret of the whole skin
to keep safe in laid back posture
juxtaposition of roles
let the dead follow the dead
and the living might perish in bliss
does the prisoner miss the bars post jail break?
does the bird freed miss its home of a cage?
only when he does not sing
or does not fly
so scream out friend, no life is waste without
fraudulent passivity
the scar is deeper than appears
mere scratches can penetrate as if flesh were hollow
so howl and dive
gross and extravagant
barbarious and foregoing madness censor ship
in fanciful meaningless tragedy that is the day to day
when is the end
should evolution precede pleasure?
shadows fill bellies
acquiring despair too rapidly
soliciting solitude in every crowd
displeased always by the sound out loud joy
this spark flash erupts
just high beams in the eyes,
at noon during a solar eclipse
could not let
the light go out
if ash swallowed the sky
and thieves became kings
yet remained in thieves cloaks
obliviously obvious in disregard
to all overstated protocol
howl and shimmer extensively
in the fading world of human racial delinquency
its okay to die,
a little bit.