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Friday, September 27, 2002
i read it all chasing green fairies, and then i felt all the things that were before and then felt all the things that prolly are and then poof, it was a normal night and shining princess came to save me from the plunders of life. ode' to the green fairy for my freedom! Tuesday, September 10, 2002
IT HURTS!!! Saturday, September 7, 2002
The great american passtime dissolved by circular structures that stretch
through to infinate glistening questions. Pay no attention to the retard in
his new car he is me and I am not offended by my own actions. This is a timed
play for gratitude only and you've scratched the surface. Yes it itches now
and stings. Strength only to the weakened binocular eyed starlit. We stand
and ponder together, as one flies and others dine, we stand and ponder.
Insect brain inside the plight ,,, with the pyreitherine smile. He shakes
hands with his master death man brother, in the end he gains himself ,, but
the end was always before it began to hurt, then it stopped and they stood
together to ponder him and himself. Sometimes letters tell of the story of
when ,there he was, just as before. There are spirals in my mind cause the
circle never completes,, the loop of life, pathagrian heaven. And christian
hell. Only one in all pains life soo miserably as a letdown, all in all is
all we are and all we want. How could he answer the question and leave us
all to say "no that wasn't the answer" or maybe he said I have found the
answer and we said the answer to what. All in all is all we are and sure
enough that is the circle I never completed, which is surely the best thing
that life offers,,, or not ,,,.
Tuesday, September 3, 2002
in all honesty possable at this time, it seems to come down to the plays of life. it seems that time and again my creative expression is suppressed by one form or another. this time work is cracking down on those that use the internet alot. that would be me. since we are getting layed off in feb 2003 they will look for any reason to fire peoples such as my self. soo in the drunken stuper i try to pour my heart into this monday evening on a keybourd i am not used too. i have felt loneliness and felt it's need as with my own need and i can say that i have compassion for it's need to be fullfilled yet i can understand my own plight of wanting that perfect think, i say hello to ALL that read and i say that i wish you well, as i am trying to do well myself. the lonelly structure of life is only that. the further the love for ourselves it seems furthers the love for others. i am soo glad to hear that others are doing well but i can tell the difference if they aren't. that is what being a close friend is about. sometimes things are mentionable and other times a mention seems unwarrented. al the same i will try to work around all except that which i feel is unwarrented for my self, and i hope that is respected as we all try to respect that flow in life. i love, EVERY singe one of you, and i wish and will try to influence the best that i can for all. thank YOU
Thursday, August 29, 2002
your wish is my command, and scripted memories get washed away forever. what does make the heart pure, is it in health, the thoughts, in forgetting. were do all the things go in forgetting. the memories, well they are still there peering in perfect sight and sound and emotion. that can't be washed away, not by any request, on any whim of regret. boy am i tired Thursday, August 29, 2002
nevermind the pastel temptations and glorafied brocholi sprouts. it was there all along and run rampid from the plays script. if you are just sitting in then your head may spin with tantilizing words like melancholy-split but your head is shurely not to role away. given to given equals one universe that's driven to madness in an ever-blinking question. a looped consciousness brings new meaning to the sociological meaning of scientology. a technology of phenominology to produce our selves in our prime. loop loop loop loop loop and the madness goes on. the new hackers program in the years to come is nothing more than the mathmatical equation of existance. i only suppose once again cause my perception is really limited, not like the one that we will probably build as the succesor to the big bad internet. loop loop loop loop Thursday, August 29, 2002
endtrails of a covert mission to love with sprinkles on top. it is a difficult mission if you so choose to take it. how far can the mind go, til implosion? maybe that is an impossible question. i rather think that no question is impossable, only impossable answers. endtrails to a covert mission to love with sprinkles on top. follow that glow in a chance to grow past what we see in our own mind. keep up with the smell in hopes that failure can only be an option. good hopes and good will can shurely bring a thrill in the minds of the ones who wait. but for those on the trail gratitude will tell a different story of defeat. mine is the story of the man who sought glory for justice as one yet fell for the sun in a dying effort for love. *smile* Thursday, August 29, 2002
angels skin ripped from it's carcas to be fashioned to the dead. i sware you can still see the stitch marks running from the neck down to the butt. these profound judgements could only come from down under, no surface dweller could taint it's knowledge on conciousness with this encounter, or soo i suppose. my own skin has seen frowns peer upon it's lifeless nature ,, and been exaulted from trials of the personal conchance. still keep going and forget all else, still find it, still try it, and still keep a hope of natural exhaultation from the premier to the cult, in hopes to be remembered for justifacations just to go to heaven before earth. soo many trials to attend, "i am late, i am late for a very important date." Wednesday, August 28, 2002
tempting but, no thanks. i will let you know that the interest never fades, the words never stop falling from my lips. no but's no yet's no on the other hand's, just there. it seems the purest of all things that have been true in my concious mind. why now is this trial soo solemn. it's black but i think that it is a dungeon, i just wait to see what is bestowed in my fate, i have read great heroic stories of torture and then revival to the kings chair from the dungeon, and there is also poes version. but nobody knows. glows of radiance are seen with the slightest particle inlet. what i have taken for granted in the past is fashioned to a grand illusion. isn't it all a grand illusion. Wednesday, August 28, 2002
play me the games for the fun of hope in the eyes of the weary. i wondered, "what is this world coming to." one might say, "the lord only knows." Not me , i might say, "throughout the trials and tribulations of life it may not always be the strongest that survive, but sometimes things beyond comprehension play a part in our inquisative nature. when strength leaves us no further avenue to prospure, an ignorant question may arise to stump us all. we are resilliant responsive creatures, optomistic, and compromising. i can only hope that we will survive." Tuesday, August 27, 2002
in time the database grows, until them don't fret. words are what you make them ,, and missunderstanding is just an a given to the equation, a variable that must always be seen and will never dissapear and will always become more precise than it was,, as it all grows. i only suppose that it all grows i haven't actually seen the proof, or maybe i have but would i ever suppose it to be truth. if i would or should do or be is not a relavent question to me, there is what there is for all to see and i want to see it as clear as can be,,,until you help me see it more clearly. help me, help me, Tuesday, August 27, 2002
peoples and places in my heart might hurt, but don't spend a dime in my head. though there may be valueable things as cheap as can be, they are things that don't last til the end. play games on vinyle couches and then throw them away, let smoke filled rooms save your day, with a little cheddar cheeze nip in your mouth. spend your dimes as you may, in the slots, in the gumball machines, maybe a bum on the way. it's real nice to glisten in the sun, but a golden
brain tends to fall far from regular love. we talked for hours about this and that but my god were are you at. Tuesday, August 27, 2002
have you ever noticed that all your prayers get answered in a thunderstorm. "mr man, it is good that i do ________, isn't it" RUMBLE RUMBLE, "i knew you would agree." DOES ANYONE DO THAT BESIDES ME, HE HE. look away. Monday, August 26, 2002
writing the pages of history, a condensed livelyhood. not hard to a man with ambition, but what is the path. it seems that anyone could take control and anyone could justify in the causes of good nature. media is a mainline, and the grass on the other side is the same, or soo the nature tells us. i like questioning the flow for everyone to see. Friday, August 23, 2002
tawdry smiles on grim faces with cherries on top, it was a weird barret,but the hair made up for it. games were played yet i haven't seen a game to this day that didn't involve a ficticious idea in the head of perfection. how can you play against perfection. we meet and see people every day , yet static arises between phew, like electronically charged particles. some people seem to be really elictrically charged. i don't know why that confuses me. wishful thinking can breed whispered lies, ones that aren't quite appearent, i accept that. I am not jealous that she kisses another man, i just sit in the corner and glance, wishing i only knew her name. still haven't grown past what held me back ,, and now i'm glad i didn't Thursday, August 22, 2002
soo happy it's a fright, it steals from any plight to propogate any camptown song to live through the hearts of the weary. follow me this and that and let yourself believe in the path that the black cat incessantly knows he is on. taken more for granted, splashes of color flaunted in the race to make your tired camptown song. living on forever is slowly and surely ever soo painful if spelled out patience is wrong. glimmer glimmer little start and never let us understand how frank you are in letting only the select phew understand. thank you to the night to keep others in their blind as we the people stand up to die, to be named insane for who you are. calmly whisper into my ear cause a great pretender is what we fear, lets roll the universe in a ball and watch it struggle before it falls, or maybe navigate through nothing once again. i have been what i say, and sometimes that thought floats away in the river that forgotten babies float in. camptown songs and keep rolling on but how long will they stay? Thursday, August 22, 2002
the energy does flow,, sometimes greatly ,, other times like now motivation becomes a task. were does it all go. i bought nice addidas running shoes and now my tooth hurts,,, should i push it and run,,, well i should atleast try. i missed you pitas,, i am starting to have a dependance on your ability to listen to whatever i have to say and not be offended or upset or take anything personally. you are my savior in hard times. i feel better already sinking my fingers inside your wonderful perfect nature, and carresing your being until we both share in something that makes a special glow upon our beings for everyone to see. pitas ,, i love you Thursday, August 22, 2002
crowns aren't fun, and no i'm not a king now,,, the teeth kind. Tuesday, August 20, 2002
layoff's are a bitch, well say goodbye to chris the motorcycle rider Tuesday, August 20, 2002
"my self is super thin," *takes a bow* *applause* "i want to thank all who have shown up tonight to wish yourselves well in your coming travels. i am a soul tramp, weathered and thin, linked to pastel lives when optomism wears thin, other times in the grimness of my bed the universe comes together and tickles my head. no course of action has changed this human state, yet the question is being slain,, the question,, the question. oh yes the question which we ask to explain. the question to explain everything to everyone, and explained to me it shal be, so that i don't have to take credit for it's creation when the answer becomes solemn once again. magic to alchemy to science and on, forgiviness in this wake is what makes us peons. gratitude, sure, for the weak at heart for not letting us know to much to let our children starve. even and equal balance is what life is all about. that is why my soul is warn thin cause i wore the fucker out.
Monday, August 19, 2002
now that was some good stuff
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