dirty laundry

look for me...

ultra_low_frequency — Fri, 19 Sep 2008 10:44:24 GMT

to be posting more on tribe refugees and less on here...i'm the same person over there...(as if there could be more than one)...anyways...i'm tired of the slow log on time and the up/down nature of the site...i'm not worried about the loss of my blog or any poems or any replies or any of that shit because i know that it was seen by SOMEONE...and so as an artist i have fulfilled my task, which is to create that worthy of a god/dess to notice...

truth be told...

ultra_low_frequency — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 17:58:32 GMT

The Truth Nicholson: "You want answers?!!" Cruise: "I want the truth!!" Nicholson:"You can't HANDLE the truth..!!" I am a Racist Misogynist Intelligent Black Male When I say No comprehend Espanol It means I don’t speak To Mexicans I know What 14/88 means Heit die Welt Morgens das Sonnesystem Is one of my Favorite phrases My clothes fit I am understood When I speak I am not A dead beat dad I have no warrants A man is A dog As a woman Is a cow So why does a dog Need a cow Women look Better And are more Useful When they are Horizontal Most of you Are color blind You only see With your eyes And like most Believe that shit You won’t realize That I’m A white man Until I act like one With you Djones 2008 and about the photo...http://brotherpeacemaker.wordpress.com/2007/12/15/black-assimilation-nazi-style/

view from a hill...

ultra_low_frequency — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 17:37:51 GMT

View From a Hill (for smu and bobite) There is something Good About patriarchy About the mingling Of kings and princes And their lieges Something About the future Alive Maturing That fills old eyes With hope These we knew As children Striplings Youths Now hold reins That require A sure grip With the fruit Of my loins I am well pleased We two Kings Brothers Thru many a trial May rest easy For the lineage Is in good hands Djones 2008

financial institutions...

ultra_low_frequency — Mon, 15 Sep 2008 21:18:12 GMT

just found out that lehman brothers filed bankruptcy...b of a purchased merril lynch and aig is asking for fed money...oh yeah!!!...burn baby burn...

they said...

ultra_low_frequency — Mon, 15 Sep 2008 03:11:45 GMT

And they said that he was a mad man…running around screaming about death and destruction and the futility of the human condition…they said that he was just making noise when he called for his own death…that he knew nothing about the world or the way of people where he lived…but in the back of the room GAS jumped up and said 4!!...and the people turned around and gasped…but the mad man calmly walked up to GAS saying good day sir…glad to make your acquaintance…can’t wait to meet your family...WASTE and GREED …GAS replies that they will be coming along shortly…riding like king xerxes in that 300 movie…see now…here come their emissaries…gouge and fix being towed by the wounded iraq war veterans…the mad man turns a trick and makes a phone call for some band aids for the vets but general walter reed isn’t in the medical business much anymore and the flood of damaged lives is falling on him like grains of sand in an hour glass… the mad man looks to heaven as if to say that he understood what jesus felt with the frustration of people to see beyond the ends of their noses…the people ask how long must we consume…but the answer to that question is that the party isn’t over as yet…let us continue to celebrate the rape of that bitch America says the mad man…for truly as a child he did love her in innocence…but as a man he loved her as a whore…for that is what she has become…a homeless wandering oil addicted whore who bows down to suck at any source for her fix…see now here come king abu dabhi and king ahab the arab to sell snake oil and rape dollars…who are these people that they should own my bed says the mad man in his indignation…and they told him that they had the elixir of life and that everything that existed was dependent on it…and then they proved this fact…the mad man picked up his pillow and threw it into the air saying loudly…let me fall as this pillow falls for I do not wish to have my eyes blinded by the things to come…but the crowd of chinese workers caught his pillow and made billions of them so that when the mad man went to jump from the bridge of life he landed in a soft white suburb…and there he cries to this day…the party and the rape of America continues and the hmo’s are on the president’s dick and now there are little baby hsa’s running around all over the place…in their filthy swaddling clothes of debt and mismanagement…they are smelly little creatures and their parents disavow them but they live with their uncle sam…over at the bar there is a war with afghanistan about how many flowers should be picked and iran is saying that they want to have a flashlight which is only for the big kids…the africans are killing each other because they can’t decide on which asshat to follow or which tribe is which…it’s a running battle behind the bar between the two servers Israel and Palestine…well not a battle exactly…more like a contest…with uncle sam giving israel all the tips…he fucks her secretly but doesn’t want any one to know other than the two kings…out on the front lawn there is gang warfare between the asses and the behemoths over who shall get to bob for the rotten apples of corruption which are floating in the reflecting pool…but the asses can’t decide who they would prefer to save white America…the black knight or the white witch…while the behemoths have sent out their grandfather because all the others were busy covering their asses and assets…the grandfather of the behemoths is set in his path which is the road to ruin for the nation of sheeple…but he has been down this road before and knows well it’s twists and turns…the black knight rides a fast ass and has many mules which follow…the white witch can fly into a righteous rage and millions of pms pixies come to her side to assist…the behemoth takes a stool softener and waits to see who will approach…meanwhile back at the party…the mad man has been screaming for a drink of money and a little snake oil but uncle sam is busy trying to keep his dick in two cunts at the same time…that stoned out afghanistan and that that new bitch iraq…he can’t be bothered by the apparent dehydration of the mad man who goes about with his emaciated body stealing scraps from the plates of oil executives and ceo’s who use golden parachutes for bibs…he wanders out to the back yard and finds that millions of the gullible are about to vote…some with ballots and others with bullets for they insist on having a say in whether the black knight, the white witch or the grandfather of the behemoths will be followed blindly…the rape of America is proceeding merrily along inside and she is being pilloried with any moral, cultural, or financial phallic object which can be found…dollars are flowing from her gaping pussy and her bruised ass while she sucks on the oil soaked cocks of the two kings…fix and gouge…the emissaries of GAS pinch her nipples and smack her ass for amusement while GAS, GREED and WASTE look on approvingly…general walter reed gives forms to the vets and advises them to place these over their wounds…he promises to return with snake oil and money and then goes off to count his appropriations…dead presidents are turning tricks for anyone who will give them the time of day and so the mad man gets a little head from ben franklin…picks up a bag of dope from the local dea agent and goes out to sit on the front porch where he has a smoke and watches the white witch and the black knight joust…he sighs, has another puff and waits for sunrise and the clean up crew… djones 2008

threesome in the whitehouse

ultra_low_frequency — Mon, 15 Sep 2008 02:59:27 GMT

Threesome in the white house…you know it had to cross the old man’s mind…all that rich white pussy and him standing there watching as the secret service perform their services…the Viagra hasn’t kicked in yet and he tugs at the limp appendage that America has become in the world…unable to penetrate except by artifice and proxy…so the beauty queen and the rich bitch drink deeply at the well of their XX chromosomes and gaze on each other with unbridled satisfaction…the hockey mom is a good puck and the first lady always goes first…she breaks the Alaskan ice and waits for the global warming of her pale thighs…the old man drinks a red white and blue beverage that used to be an American icon…the wife of the old man is beautiful beyond her years and technology exists to keep her that way for the foreseeable future…her blonde head bobs for the apple of the beauty queen who is learning which dicks to suck in this town and in what direction she must rotate her tongue…she is a milf who has come seeking her fortune and willing to open her legs to large caliber guns but she did not expect her meteoric rise to come with such a soft and teasing feeling in her end…she shivers and forgets her thoughts as the rich bitch speaks pleasing words to the attentive audience of her fundamental clitoris…money woman has learned well the ways of the silver tongued and brings the hockey mom to her goal again and again…meanwhile the old man has finally raised his staff to half mast and thinking of the coming wars in the name of god…he lays his tumescence in the mouth of the nearest nursing mother who happens to be the daughter of the entrée that rich bitch is continuing to consume…finally his manhood achieves the stature worthy of an old veteran and he advances to invade the fine white ass of his wife…wet and open like oil company checkbooks…the secret service men have been sent out to find someone to answer the black man question which has long lingered in the minds of these two pillars of white womanhood…they find a senator from a Midwestern state who’s only experience with white women was his mother and a good old boy’s wife some years later… he answers the call of his country and comes riding a narrow ass hoping to inject some democracy into the orifice of white American womanhood…and in the process leave his mark in the rotunda of true power…meanwhile…parts of Alaska are floating away and the residents are talking about seceding from the union…but the union taking place in the big white house where many amerikkkans have been screwed shows no sign of disengagement…the old man looks about approvingly as the young black buck busts a sweat doing his duty for his country…he is lost in the snow storm of white flesh as the rich bitch and the hockey mom take turns holding his staff while the old man is trying again to rise to the occasion but only manages to give lip service…he exhorts the senator and others to “drill drill drill”…and points to the rich bitch’s flat white ass and says “drill here…drill now”…while the hockey mom is squirting oil from her snow white tundra like aperture…and the smell of natural gas is rife in the corridors of power…the hockey mom flails about…lost in a blizzard of a snow white fantasy which involves shooting wolves, caribou and being wrapped in polar bear furs and pilloried by compliant Alaskan state policemen…all of whom are white…and so it is no surprise that she would wonder at the ring of lipstick which circles the cock of the young black senator who has so recently taken up residence in the most precious part of white amerikkkan womanhood…the rich bitch and the milf take turns exploring family values and the different views of sexual education…an education that each is involved in…abstinence means not fucking until fucking is the last thing to do…the old man is unwillingly abstinent but insists that no one else can have sex until those he loves are satisfied…and they are being satisfied…pilloried by the senator…given lip service by the old man and comfortable enough with each other that they can have a threesome in the white house… Djones 2008

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY

ultra_low_frequency — Sun, 15 Jun 2008 23:44:30 GMT

To all the fathers who may not get anything, who may not get mentioned, who may not see their children, who may not get a phone call, who may spend the day alone, who may be having their kids kept from them, who may be unemployed, who may be divorced or separated, who may be in the hospital, who may be working, who may be doing all the things that fathers do that no one ever notices. This is for all the men who wanted to be fathers but were denied because they have no say in reproductive rights, for all the single fathers who are struggling to raise their kids alone, for all the men who just keep on keeping on with no support from anyone...this is for you. HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!!

the baby sitter

ultra_low_frequency — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 08:56:47 GMT

The Baby Sitter It’s not mine I’m just here to baby sit Money’s like a ho Give me a kiss Then split You see these dollars Dead presidents I mean But they are not my friends So it don’t mean Shit to me They give me money And then I give it back I’m no better than a junkie With both arms Full of tracks On the TV They talk about trillions While I rue The fact that I’ll never make a million So when I hear people Saying money’s all that I remind them There’s many a poor man Whose wallet’s sometimes fat Djones 2008

thru the eyes of a mad man...

ultra_low_frequency — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 10:28:07 GMT

mother nature...

ultra_low_frequency — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 10:24:53 GMT

Pissed Off Mama Well man… You done it now You done pissed off Mama You With your toy cars Toy boats And invisible friends Digging in the flower bed Pissing in the sink And leaving your toys Everywhere Playing with matches Stealing from her purse You also Drank all the kool aid So don’t be surprised When she Kicks over your toy houses And burns your comics She’s vacuuming Your room Sucking up All your legos She’s going to Wash you mouth out With soap Again Because you Won’t stop Saying dirty Words Djones 2008

SEAF 2008

ultra_low_frequency — Wed, 27 Feb 2008 10:03:30 GMT

Performing at SEAF! Tue, February 26, 2008 - 10:13 PM Seattle Erotic Art Festival GALA 2008 Seattle Center Exhibition Hall March 1st 6pm-2am $20 in advance, $25 at the door. No host bar. 21+ The Seattle Erotic Art Festival (SEAF) is pleased to announce its move to the expansive Exhibition Hall of Seattle Center, the regional epicenter for arts and culture. On Saturday, March 1, 2008, Seattle Erotic Art Festival will present a comprehensive retrospective of contemporary erotica featuring a special exhibition of new artwork created by SEAF award winners and Festival favorites Hypnox, Kenji Signani, Kevin Hundsnurscher, Andrew Caldwell, Elisa Lazo de Valdez, Arice, Jim Duvall, Chris Crites, R. Nina Ruchirat, krystof nemeth, Ellen Forney, Jessica McCourt, and Derek Nobbs. Special guest artists include Midori, David Steinberg, and Michele Serchuk. Performers include Arnaldo!, Seattle's premiere drag chanteuse; world-class aerialist artists; live psychoclassical music by EQlateral Ensemble; daring bondage suspension; seductive world-class tango; a selection of Seattle's finest burlesque stars; erotic spoken word and more. Participate in interactive installations: have your photo taken at Barb Penoyar's popular Photo Booth, or if you prefer, The Virgin Project will sketch your portrait. Feel like making some art yourself? Dr. Sketchy will be there to lead you through a tantalizing life-drawing session that you'll never forget. Seattle Erotic Art Festival was founded in 2002 by the nonprofit Foundation for Sex Positive Culture to promote freedom of sexuality, speech and creativity through the erotic expression of fine art. This event is a fundraiser to present a full Seattle Erotic Art Festival to enthusiasts in the Spring of 2009. Festival information: www.SeattleErotic.org · Tickets: www.BrownPaperTickets.com THIS EVENT IS OPEN ONLY TO THOSE 21 YEARS OF AGE AND OLDER

the place for everything...

ultra_low_frequency — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 06:49:38 GMT

oils, herbs, potions, apothecary, soap makers, incense makers, artisans, books, palm readers, everything you would want to heal yourself short of surgery...

more condos...

ultra_low_frequency — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 06:44:44 GMT

and empty offices for the witless...hence the name...

the hiway 99 viaduct...

ultra_low_frequency — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 06:42:47 GMT

ready to fall...

my city...

ultra_low_frequency — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 06:40:47 GMT

through my son's windshield...

Sadie Hawkins Day...

ultra_low_frequency — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 09:55:30 GMT

ok...fuck the valentine's day bullshit...fuck cupid and his little cheruby ass...fuck the darts of love...fuck the flowers and candy...fuck the sex...fuck the guilt tripping...fuck being coy and playing hard to get...fuck all that bullshit ...what i want to know is what are you women going to do on 11/13??...what are you going to do when it's your turn to start things off??... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sadie_Hawkins

what i want today...

ultra_low_frequency — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 10:07:59 GMT

today i want to be the young black man i was 25 years ago leaping and dancing poetry flowing like a river of words today i want to find a black haired Grecian woman with glowing green eyes and hand as quick and sure as minerva's today i want to have all the money so i could give it away and take care of everyone feed the hungry clothe the naked and shelter the homeless today i am an old man with bad eyes bad teeth bad memory and just enough love to keep me alive but there is always tomorrow

you don't know...

ultra_low_frequency — Tue, 12 Feb 2008 16:32:28 GMT

kill or die we all do one or the other regardless of our best intentions kill or die we consume or are consumed by life and death which waits as surely as any sunrise kill or die either one would give me great pleasure but god is not about pleasure every morning i open my eyes to a mocking smile and a whispered "suffer motherfucker" and that is what i do in this life torn between killing or dying

SEAF again...

ultra_low_frequency — Mon, 11 Feb 2008 14:51:13 GMT

so...i'm doing poetry at the seattle erotic arts festival again this year...which will be like my 4th in a row i think...it's a gala event of the kinki culture which i find fascinating...it's being held at the seattle center exhibition hall which is a hella big space...look for me in the video from last year... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OOcMbqaN5yw&eurl=http://www.seattleerotic.org/site/

politics...

ultra_low_frequency — Sun, 10 Feb 2008 14:48:16 GMT

poli = many tics = parasites politics = many parasites

for the upcoming...

ultra_low_frequency — Wed, 06 Feb 2008 16:24:07 GMT

st. valentine's day massacre... Gynolatry I reject this concept in that it fosters a gender supremacy mind set in one or another gender...this is known as gender fascism...both rush Limbaugh and NOW were right...there are "masculinist pigs" and here are also "feminazis"...I try to avoid both types...but being that I am a male and I am not gay...I seek the company of women...however it is not safe to approach many women because of the mindset of fear that they have in place...the prejudices of gender politics spread far and wide...old boy and old girl networks are just the tip of the iceberg of our inequality...most men have no idea of how oppressed they are by the concept of Gynolatry…they seek to please their mates out of fear of abandonment…which feeds into what I was saying earlier in my last statement on this subject…many men have no psychic identity…and so draw the parameters of their existence in relation to her…wife/girlfriend/sister/mother…whatever the relationship…it is the woman’s intuitive emotional emolliency that these men seek because it heals them…as they are not capable of healing themselves…women knowing this…have used it throughout the ages to manipulate a man’s decisions…as I have said…what a woman wants most is to have her way…understanding this…I seek to reach a middle ground with women…but many seem to prefer a dull witted well endowed lummox…to a man of intelligence and creativity…others will offer their friendship…but only in a platonic…that is to say fair weather…manner…and still others seem to like the striving and the contention…much like men I suppose…except that women will always demand that a man bow to her sexuality…and renounce his own…it is he who must kneel in submission…forsaking any value he has of his own sexuality and desires…in order to offer her emotional and psychic sanctuary to practice the rituals of Gynolatry…you have heard of the concept of pussy whipped and cuckolded…well those are psychic sexual rituals in Gynolatry…you may ask me…how do you know this…ok…fair question…I didn’t marry until I was 30…I was never good with women…(still ain’t)…but I had fooled around enough to know how to fuck decently…I met a 19 year old Canadian woman…married her about 6 months later…now I‘m pretty certain I did everything I wanted to do with that pretty pussy…we divorced 5 years later after having a son and daughter…but we remain close for the kids…then I met a 36 year old Brazilian dancer…now it gets interesting…I lived with her and her 2 grown daughters…for 10 years…she had a dance school…was a practioner of condomble…has a body like poison and a will like iron…I was used to people being scared of me…she was not…in time…it was I who would become scared of them…I have intimate knowledge of how women are in groups…a word to the wise man reading this…if you are in a group of more than 3 women…be very very careful of what you say…unless you are versed in the art of tag team bitching…yes I did my time in the matriarchy…and am acutely aware of it when it rears it’s head in the conversations I have with women…I sometimes even ask them outright…”do you believe that women are superior to men?” and many of them answer yes…as do a considerable number of men…so the idea of Gynolatry is something that preys upon the incomplete person…a man (or woman) who has no concept of their psychic selves…it is funny that in these times…many people are fucking everyone that they can but it is not bringing them closer to themselves…but they succumb to the idea of sacrifice to the pussy for some hoped for favor of it’s touch upon their sensory deprived cocks…I have seen men turn tricks like any well trained dog or monkey…all in hopes of getting a promise of pussy…just to be with her in that way is such an addiction to them that one looking objectively at the situation would suggest that maybe a woman’s pussy should be a controlled substance…addictive and should have to be registered…on the other hand…a man’s cock is valued as nothing by a woman…she just sees it as a toy…a way to make him jump…sorta like a light switch…nothing more and will use it for her amusement…I have said before…a woman only loves when she is bored…and has nothing better to do…through the practice of Gynolatry…she seeks to bring the will of a man into tow…it is after all…something practiced by women since time immemorial…and yes I know…my daughter will become a woman…I’m watching that now…and she will do the same things to some man that the women in my life have done to me…to balance this…I am imbuing my son with as much knowledge of women as I can…I am teaching him how to shield himself…how to recognize a woman who is a psychic opponent…you could say that I am giving him all my prejudices about women…and you would be right…and I do so with good reason…I would never want my son to lie down in a bed with a woman who was fully clothed and cry himself to sleep naked…that sucked and I did it many times…I learned how to masturbate so quietly next to a woman that I would not wake her…I learned to dodge the intentional jab…learned to be silent during the denigration…and now you would wonder why I say things like I am a shadow king…that I resonate at an ULF (ultra low frequency)…that I am a spoiler of the light…it’s not so much that I am a bad or violent man…but true evil resides in the intent…women paint me as black…my intentions are suspect…my motives must always be sexual…I am regarded as having no morality…so yeah…ok…I accept the role which I’m cast into…sometimes I even feel like a criminal…writing these words in the middle of the night to release upon unsuspecting women in places far away…and even near…but regardless who I sent this to…no one will come and knock on my door and speak with me of it…no one comes over to visit…I take that as a barometric reading of my toxicity…I used to think that I was going to be like other men…but I am not…I am just this poet who is writing these lines to let someone know that there are some men out here that will not beg for that which they should be served… DJones 9/1/2005

suburban morning....

ultra_low_frequency — Mon, 04 Feb 2008 18:43:19 GMT

another painting...

ultra_low_frequency — Mon, 28 Jan 2008 07:16:20 GMT

this one done a long while back by jeff hengst...he is my brother and also one of my favorite artists...i think he did this one not too long after a SEAF...

so now you can know...

ultra_low_frequency — Sun, 27 Jan 2008 15:16:38 GMT

my friend's site...it's got audio...so you can know for sure that i'm the shadow child that you think i'm not...lol... http://www.scottezell.org/?page_id=50

the house i live in...

ultra_low_frequency — Fri, 25 Jan 2008 10:24:16 GMT