Occupy!!!!

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constant craving

vowel. verb. question. answer. if we were. If I did. can you see the upward winds of betrothal and the infinite sound of testing surprises. I’m just testing you to come on this journey. Through the mind. through the bodies. I threw it all away. Pack it in a case. Just Incase and that’s a brand. apples to oranges, beatrice to bea. Earth to zero. We are the ones who saw all of these things. It’s all disposable, but you never understand. Somehow this is easier than blogging on the spot. Somehow this is different then feeling on the spot. Cicada beats. Reality cat. You look like a tiger. South america is somewhere in the middle. You’re the boy. put it in the refrigerator. It’s ice chilling. It’s the iceberg made of lettuce. Let us try and we can be together. Magnetically frozen with opposite polarities. I want to eat fried chicken at a fancy french restaurant. I want to bake bread on the surface of Mars. The candy bar, not the planet was made of milky white nougat and peanuts from the sun. Earth was a place where I once lived til I went zero gravity. The gelatinous bubbles of my brain never made it easy. I want to tell you all my secrets, but then I’d have to kill you like the CIA. I could never do that, except maybe gather newspaper clippings. It’s the real L. Word. The tv suggestions are so insidious.

in the times of clarity and the ether of inbetween

when worlds collide like building falling into themselves. When the dusty smoke of your heart pitter patters and you feel the love so much. It's like a gorilla on steroids stuck in a cage. The genius playlist of your emotions is running high. Like the sun sleeps after the summer solstice and we are holding hands in some wheat field. You with your dress, shimmering in the light. Me with the necklace I bought in chinatown glittering with all the fools gold mined from rivers of passion, depth, sorrow, relief, and happiness. The tiger is paper, but is stronger than we think. Shadows dance across the walls of the gates of heaven and we could not be happier. The printer hums with the delicate keystrokes of words carefully considered. Inconsider all of this and the spell check says it's not a word. I'll have to write Websters about this, you know it takes 10 years for a word to become slang, though in the age of the internet I think those rules have been bent. Bend it like light and not like Beckham. I dream of days gone by, days that are now, and days that are to be created. I want to live in the now and not in the daze. Not in the clear ultraviolet light of sad strings and music to make you feel. Let's write our own stories and right the ships that we sail . We can go forth and be brave, because it's the only way to be. Let's open the doors to this thing. Let's crash those gates.

the streets

were full of the things we all loved. Garbage, debris, things thrown into the wind that we lest forget. The supporters of bygone laws that we found through the by laws of carriage and buggies. I've got a lot of buggys for you if you want them. The flying type, the type that have six legs and crawl over our eyelids when we are sleeping that resolute sleep of the damned. A stuffed polar bear, no kidding, a stuffed zebra no kidding. This house is weird and we need to escape from it. An early morning departure is what we need. Parachute. Parapoop. Parasite drop. The earliest we could say that the era was the Prehistoric. I rode on a dinosaur to get out of this mess and it was a triceratops. Brontosaurs burger like Fred Flintstone giving Barney Rubble the rock. Earth to the never ending infinite. I had some rabbit ears, a rabbit foot, and some buzzards luck. These things actually cannot co-exist nor be near each other. Like two of the same polarized magnets and the polar opposite of what we were thinking. It's always been about the north and the south and pictures that we shouldn't send on twitter by mistake. I'm a weiner. an oscar mayer weinermobile. oh that guy and the 25 hr...you know what I mean.

I can't

And I won't. do that or this or give up or fold the towel or fold my hand. I know I got that expression wrong. But I refuse this otherwise. The cyclical nature of the world and the cynicism of no tomorrows. The broken bells that are not a band. The heart, the thunder, the verve to live the life you want. Oprah style. TV syndicated news and this other shit. Broiling underneath the deep dark ocean. The motion of our brainwaves and nerve zero. They were all mapped out, but this one was newly discovered so we had to go back to the infinite zero. Hop skotch. Hopped up. Hop Louie. Breath in the air, it's smokey with a chance of meatballz. I tumble here I tumblr there. I joined the universe of the international blogosphere. Some words hurt. Some words destroy. Some words inspire. It's in spite of this that we move forward. All along like a train, if it's made of thoughts. It amazes me how we have landed in the land of alienation and how people treat one another. Every day. One step. Two steps. Let's be kind to each other. Let's make it so kind it hurts so good. Let's just be civil. This isn't a war between the north and the south. Let's just be happy. I'll scratch your back if you scratch mine. Better yet, let's hold hands and run towards the edge of the world. xoxo.

where to go

Where to go in the whole wide world? Where to go in the whole wide web. This half life of dying isotopes and the secrets that trees hold. Is your life boring? Let's make it more exciting more full of drama subconsciously in the stage of the world and the rage of a howling animal. I want to bark at the moon, my nuerons are stretched my synapses snapped with the fear of life, which in my younger days there was no fear at all. Even now in the swirling waters of dark rivers past I am not really afraid, just feeling some trepidation I have not felt in a long time. Breaking the waves and breaking bad, the feelings of the past are just not there. This weekend was wonderful as the celebration of one of the best people in the world and her name is Cayce Cole. The sea of Cortez is a wonderful place to go sailing if your captain is a little boy with blonde hair with ocean blue eyes. This kid is fantastic and is Cayce's sun and her son. I'm trying to hold onto those good feelings of pure joy and love that you can only experience when being around people like that. Though now I have returned to life and reality with the scuttling of my life vessel and the raging storms that approach. Reminder to self, to look towards the horizons, set sail, and once arriving in a foreign land to burn the ships and leave everything in the past behind. Which side am I on? Spy vs. Spy and the beast that needs to be tamed. I saw you at the movie theater in your red hoodie tonight, and yes you were a vision of pure beauty and light visually that I may never know. The world is full of billions of people and somehow you were shining in the crowd a the theater and sent my mind and heart racing like it seldom does these days. I probably will never meet you, but many things in my life I thought were not possible have actually happened. So to the horizon my mind has set sail and I am ready to burn the ships once I land on the alien shores of my new world. godspeed.

the earthen crack of ware.

in the past two weeks I was a Spaniard who couldn't speak Spanish. In the past six years or so I've probably been a bastard, with honorable thoughts, but paper in actions. Like a flimsy roll of toilet paper rolling down the highway at 88 mph trying to go back to the future. In a world of floating brains and hoverboards zooming across the immense labyrinth of thought in the industrialized jungle of emotions held tight by twine and the ever encompassing pull of gravity and love. run on. run on sentences and the rambling thoughts of a river of madness that I call modern life. We can choose to fall down the drain pipe, down the sentence of silent solitude. But let us not do that, let us go into those white out conditions of the mountain of life and feel our way down. The eternal sunshine of our lives should guide us with laser like precision. Let's taste the nectar of the gods that she provided us. It took me a long time to see this. The general kindness of strangers. I'm in love with so many things, I can't choose but one. I'm in love with the general enthusiasm and the kindness of others, I'm in love with you being brave and just going for it. I'm in love with a girl. I'm in love with the sun behind a tree in the meadow. I'm just here and will always be. I am I am. I am here.

earth

Earth to copy, can you read me, roger. and me. we can run to the rings of saturn and have a picnic on the moon. I saw the eagle fly high with a pillow between its talons. You can move to South America, but I am not sure if it will help. Somewhere we belong here as long as we are not driving around in circles. Where am I? was the common line between the two scripts though they reference the same event horizon. Earth plux, one plux, flex, plus this is the flux capacitor as we know it. Throw some rubbish into it and the answers were not there. I have to do everything the long way because right now my computer will not type apostrophes, since it atrophied a long time ago within the river of the universe. I am wearing clam diggers or high waters as the tide comes in. I see the beach blanket bingo going on and I close my eyes. We are this close to the answer of the brigadier general and in general nothing is as bad as this capital or corporal punishment. Bread sticks bird brains I keep typing til the end of the sun. The rays shown through the earth, the magma, the tectonic plates. The earth moves a millimeter each day, but we travel miles by the second. Well not really, but by the minutes. And that is how I march to the beat of this drum line.

slowly slowly, quickly quickly, we beat out all the ghosts of our hearts and our minds. travel the universe in perfect unison with our thoughts. the confusion of all our experiences roll in the tempest of our chemical machine. the breadth of the baby cat was always there. can we let the lexington of our hearts go like a billion white doves darkening the blue sky of our lives? the gallop of horses is heard off in the distance, this doesn't leave the room because it's a secret shared among friends. I want to tell you these secrets, but would it endanger the others or roll the trusts of others into something so insignificant. the capital of Wisconsin is the code that we live by. the creature of the badger goes digging and digging. we can jump up and down and scream from the mountaintop. Let's go to the other place by slowly circling and circling. I circled the date with the blood from my heart. We are blood brothers in the literal and metaphorical sense. I have no sense in the breakup of time. time is the source of the delusion and the grandeur. times of post apocalyptic visions and the ordering of our lives. I'm in need of the dewey decimal system of our lives. In order to categorize all of this I'm going to need a lot of helpers. slow down your thoughts so you can truly experience life. Be here now, because that's what you need to be. Be present, be here, be always in the know. Let's go discover this movie of life.

the flicker

of a post of the drain of the same of the membrane. I've gotta say that I was surprised of the news of the passing of the flame. I heart you and I love you and I have to say why do the good die young. In a primordial or a torrential scream to the heavens. I say don't take the good anymore and hell you should take the bad. But no it doesn't work that way with angel wings or soaring into the clouds or the earth as we know it. I am going to wage war against you towards the end of time. I'm going to beat the battle that we never could have. It's easy to dismiss and overlook and never think of. You laugh and smirk but I'll wipe that from your face. Boneless, white bone, earthen shatter, ever the link of the unimaginable. I sweep through the rain like a schooner with sails. A cutlass sword that slashes through our heavenly times. I say you are unfair, and you are. Admit it. An angry old man with the seas of uncertainty. A refuge from the storm that makes no sense. I would have left if you weren't here, probably for better shores. I've always been my own adventurer seeking better opportunities in far off land. Which in repost is probably better than most.

you burn

you burn like the sun. like a supernova that envelops all of the heat of a galaxy far far away. the constant scroll of names and contacts have brought us to the event horizon of the different plainer moments of our life. Plainer as in plain, yes I know it's a made up word like many sequences of letters in the english language. I can drop one thing two things and yes I am living in my own demented fantasy. The earth rains with blood, the fire reigns it all. The people who we consort with own everything. I can till the lands til the land is bone dry. Put this on the yoke of my soul and it's no small command. In general in corporal in theory in space, the lands of time and the strength of our persistence bent the bands of time. A band of outsiders in the light years away. Let's hit turbospace and you and I can be together in the next life. Like my friend once said. Ha. Parisian times and the parisian planet, we made it of croissants and the bagels de luxe. I can see the rim light of life cascading over the silhouette of your head. Every day I wake up and I say to myself this is going to be a good day, this is the day that we will live and appreciate forever. That's all I want you to know and to say to you.

the effort

to be the one you would love to be. The race to see who is telling the truth and do you have a magical lasso to make you tell them to. The invisible jet the invisible refrain from what we wanted to say. The new ecology is where we are headed. The compass of your mind leading you to the answers where we could probably solve them with an etch a sketch. Indecent proposals are left at the stage door when we couldn't go to sleep. Let's run and eat at the same time. Peanut butter, bananas, a strawberry that looks like an ear, and I can't remember the last time I had been there.
The cycle of the ocean waves cleaned the inner ear of life grandstanding. The box of a gift was left here in the quiet solace of the night. The black clouds are rolling in with the ferocity of the tiger beat. Can you see the foolish bets that they made in the early morning Kentucky bound. Sometimes I want to stay out, but it's better to be in. All bets are in and I'll say that maybe this wasn't the way to go. I can't say the handcuffs of your heart were the right thing to do, maybe it's what you always thought was right. A piece of butter and you're toast for the golden triangle to detect. Let's do this, let's misappropriate those funds.

in a different universe in a different place. we are subzero gravity and our intentions were floating in the sky. I want to love you in every sense of the syllables but this syllabus is much to wordy for either you or I. can we bring this step? the drop step and the constant change that we all require. I'm kind of running on the end of this type rope, and these are never things we talk about. Semi colon apostrophe s....can it get any colder than this? Earth sucker, fat mother fucker, let's run this to bangers and mash. You damn frankenstein. I want to laugh with the ease of air baked biscuits.
It's limp like the excuses of earth rotations blown high. Can we break the system with this codifying language. Let's put the antennae up and receive the AM/FM transceivers. let's run to the bottomless edge of this earth. Fucking blowing up the phone and let's telestream this xtra vision of earth and the pie sky. Burn the earth it's a case of arson. Listen to the song repeat and repeat. Let's tie this up in our own peaceful language. I need a space heater for this place in my chest. This heart of golden light and how we can run this game.

shells shells sea shells by the seashore

the dreams of the nation were of sea shells and falling staircases. I had a dream recently where the the steps were falling away. Below the drop was about 100 feet onto the concrete. A bottle of whiskey was in my hand, it fell through my fingers shattering below into the dark night abyss. I crashed a car into a tree that wasn't mine. the shells of humanity were swaying in the breeze. I look at the sun and I see the day pass by, the seasons a standstill of the ever playing song on repeat. I want to stand on the cliff and peer down and not be afraid. I want to feel the tingle of life sensation in the breeze of life. The sudden nature of this feeling grips me in it's warm gentle hand. I want to see your face, your eyes, and the quiet solitude that it brings. Earth was here first, then dinosaurs which I almost mispelled. The quiet quotient of dreaming in the near color has brought memories into my mind like rolling clouds whispering sweet secrets about the keys of life and how we would transmit them. If there ever was a case to go to the ocean and hear the crashing waves this is it. Not like the near documentary of the purposeful life in which we lead. Lets go over there and look. Let's go over there and peer. Let's uncover our eyes and open our arms to the stranger stumbling through the night. you're awesome. you're awesome too we said. I want to explain, but it's oh so complicated in this brain of mine. Cancel the remix cancel the story. this was the loudest of dreams.

sunrise

it was never explained...it can't be. three dots to put them out there. Pause, transgression and the early aggression of a time well spent. after hours spent running around like the party zombie.
One case of blu becks. One round of the hoolsbeck and you and I and run on sentence we could never decide. clip trop, back drop it's the soft orange glow of a scene never seen. I can count on my left hand how many times we talked intimately with one another. The silent secret of our secret embraces. let's run to the mountain let's run to the top. We bear witness to the traffic streams of our own children that we imagined one day. I can never say or never believe that we had crossed these paths in a time earlier said than done. you told me they were low fat nuts, but in reality it was all just a bag of nuts. Jet stream, blue stream, and we lived in a trailer by the see. You and me forgot not what we have not and continued in this brutal stream. Never enough is it what we said in between. I want to hold your hand, but only in the virtual world. I can see you slipping, but I'll be there to catch you in this wholly done ridiculous world.

run it sadiq

Your mind is running. it's on the last leg of the marathon. you look at that bracelet and are reminded of the beautiful parts of life. You hear the angel, and think about all the angles of the world. the hard drive is broken, but don't think of all those losses in zeros and ones. If Earth were a plan it and a third rock from the sun. Where were we today? Blackout sun...I hardly remember.
In the night in the heat in the heat of the night we took showers made of gold. I can say that I barely recognize this person, they are a blurry mess of pixels and pixie dust. Can we remember,
the heart shaped hole in our hearts. I can't understand this, the messiness of a life gone awry.
It's like a rueben sandwhich, that's been splattered on rye. Live with the angels and fly with the eagles. Earth inhabits a constellation of broken records in stereo dream. We can fly into planets with balloon like landing gear. We can shoot them up like clay pigeons in the atmosphere. I've got this on lockdown....and we'll do an hardboiled egg eating contest like my friend Luke. Cool hands,
fly dress, and the everywhere in between. I'm here somewhere, just hit me up on my pager.

life the circle and where we go

this is the complete. the inner circle. the never ending. the final thoughts of our lives and how we orbit one another. This is a 365 degree random selection of life and how we're going to to do this. Ready, set, go...for the next 365 days I'll be on here writing for anywhere from ten minutes to 30 minutes and expounding about the thin vagaries of life and how we should improve us, ourselves, and the life that surrounds. First I say in life you should have some loyalty, first if you do something dumb and unwarranted you should think about how it affects other people. Life is like a bunch of ground strokes, some shots you should take and some you should not. How about a shot across the bow? How about we go stern side. The vampires of LA suck and suck not realizing the blood supply will run out one of these days. The idiots of the world can hold onto their fake fashion and dumb fads. It's all like recycled diapers and I guess it's all about depends. The past is the past and it is something that should not hold you back. The time machine that is our minds is a jumble of wires and useless USB ports. I've gotta say that I'm pretty bummed about how things became and are. I've gotta say that I would never make tigers of paper mache and I would never hold the keys to the far flung planet of the stars. I can see the wilderness of everyone's heart and sometimes I wonder what the hell is happening. I'm on a runaway train with no conductor. I'm in the sub surface swimming below the surface with the wonders of the marine world. I'm in the echo spaces of your mind, constantly reverberating through the eyes of Minolta and the candyland schemes of the vampires of thought. I think this, the world is crushing and I think it's time to crush back. You want to roll? let's do it jelly belly, we'll see how this turns out. The world is made of xerox and unoriginal thought that you think you've made your own. Go on with this thought, but beware that it's made of paper walls with the artifice of the next Christmas ornament. Check the inbox of your mental fortitude and you'll see it is empty. It's unexpected, like life. take a snapshot. these things last longer.

Candid Camera

I once saw a lizard made of glass and diamonds...it scurried underneath the grapevines off the 5 north. There was an owl that was snow white and I thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world. It is a world of magnets that align to push and pull across the universe. She whispered that we could meet again in the shadows of the long tall palm trees. Did we ever see the shapes in the clouds that the shaman said he saw? Or were they hallucinations generated in his own mind constructed by a punch card computer. Punch drunk love and we skipped through the alley ways of our untethered hearts. Construct was hard to carry since it was made of cement. I've been making things up in the past few hours or the past few days or the past few weeks. They are called ideas, but someone may call them "youdeas" as in you should do them. Let's escape to Gotham and run towards the sun. Let's float in zero gravity talking in Spanish. The light in Madrid was so beautiful and yellow. The shadows of life danced off the dry heat of the tablets of stone we call sidewalks. Out the car window we saw fields of auburn blazing wheat. I put the piece of candy under my tongue while sleeping the sleep of the blissful. Let's break our tablets out like Moses did his. The commandments were of one, and it was love one another.

so so okay and yeah let's burn it like rubber

the sea with it's green emerald eyes, purple pants...and resemble the hulk. shells were put out here for many reasons. the seascape the earth brush and the winds of subtle change blowing in from the coast. baby bounce to this bounce to this and we sing the parameters of the song with the highest voices we can, missed opportunities and things just happen. I can say it was the original, the OG gangster it the slight movement of breathing things in and out. The salt of the Earth and maybe of age, but we weren't able to pawn it off unless it was uncool. Space esmeralda with it's passing of time. In a life of regrets with a simple push of the button, we look to sever all ties with the ones who have made us. The fury the storm, the unabashed emotional element of our experiences should never be behind what we want to do and our experiences under the ocean deep. the trembling of the earth the solstice we never mix with. Your quiet eyes and the program that ran beneath made of ones and zeros and the balletic code of instances in the sun. Let's go there let's be there let's jump off the diving board, never be embarrassed and run towards the sun. It's just got to happen in the perfection of that moment. so lbf or let's find ways to connect the stars in universe so they perfectly align...the numbers and equations don't lie under the sand.

spanish fly

in the drift of the night, the music of the waves. the sounds of your hearts. a mix an amalgam of minds in various states of cleansing and churning much like the waves of the ocean. a slight connection and it was nice to kiss the idea of being an idea and being in love again. whether it was a slight flirtation or an honest to goodness feeling it was nice. sometimes you have to make those moments last so they are forever in your mind, the next day these ideas may flee and you will forget the fire of the heat that they burned with. Never extol, never feel virtue, and never pass judgement since this is what will burn you. I chose to run off with her into the night, walking up the quiet country path to the house of everyone. In the stillness of the moon in the silver blue sky with the rim light pine trees standing silently against the many pin drop of stars. Passing by the open door to her room she sat there in a quiet shock of what now I may be judging regret or feelings that sometimes in the moments of group gatherings become bigger than what the really are, but she did look sad and that made me kind of sad and for the life of me I lost the words to make things better, which I usually have, but at that moment they escaped me like flitting birds and with regret I admit that I didn't have these magic bullets to make her feel better about the whole situation. In the sea swept sun, in the glaring of the bright metal boats the bobbed rhythmically to the music running through the minds of our hearts that become confused so easily. A vision of yellow and blue, yellow for the sun and blue for ocean she looked beautiful in the sadness, but I wanted it all to go away. I wanted to say, "can I come sit next to you..." but again I wasn't so brave nor smart about the whole matter. If I were right I would have done so and at least asked if she was okay. In the slight digressions of life it's never right nor wrong just the maelstorm of confusion. we can't read minds nor can we read hearts and we can never follow the natural compass that is our feelings. I'm going to have to remember this and just go for it and get that feeling that I had when I was young and the negative waves of life battered me like an old fishing boat that had lost it's way in an arctic storm in this tropical land where were would just love each other and tell everyone it's going to be okay. It's a new day tomorrow and everything will be okay, no matter what our histories were.