I bought a fish tank today and five fish. They are red and orange. I hope I don't kill them. I bought a sharkfish with the most personality. They are next to my bed now so I can swim with them until I sleep. They seem happy, but I really don't know what they're thinking.
Today I went to a Wind and Solar 101 workshop, only us two showed, so we spent some quality time with the IL Solar Prez of the Universe.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
out of Africa
Hey yeah, I'm out of Africa, Redford. Maybe I'll meet you in our collective memory, under African skies...
P.S.
of course you asked Felicity to come along.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
me's a-crazy free-fishin'
Well I think it’s so fucking hilarious, this lens I have. It’s like a mental party. I can just laugh at shit. Look around at shit and just laugh. Sometimes it’s other emotions, but I decide how I want to be thinking about things at that moment. And I like to heartily enjoy myself, so I laugh. "This is great! No one else is enjoying this moment like I am! Ha! Look around, people, this is funny shit!" Okay not really, but what if you make yourself believe that everything is funny?! Is that called delusion? What if it helps you enjoy moments normally classified as "boring" and that pass without note. But after you laugh about something, you're like well that was a good time, there were definitely some good moments had after all. Good Times.
Here’s my socio-evolutionary transformation. Here it is, Here I be, and Here are some fun words written by ME. I hear rhymes with the times, I jam with the band and participate with my hand, no it's true, I gots drums and I know how it do - I rhyme with the times and I jam with the band, I can be a poet with the music, enlightened Sight when I choose to use it - So I don’t quite master any musical device but I rhyme on my own, with my mind I set the tone, the only thing oft missing is the microphone - The pen in my hand is sometimes piercing with the wrong material or form, and I must find what flows in terms of ink from pens - it's like, if sight is blurred and you're seeing multiple, then maybe it's time to change that lens.
Here and now I’m composing it, slower than the music it is, though at a pace that I ace, lame as it is! So try this in your mouth, chew it a bit let it spit out – sometimes it’s hit or miss, but other times it’s like life bliss - Like freedom like YEAH like life all played out, like a game, like a fun one – don't let it be done - It’s begun, my transformation with the Atmosphere, and that’s why they call it, a sphere, so many rounds, real easy to capture everything together here...
Embrace its sound. Just a minute and a half in, but now I’m hearing the same song again. The one that’s Free! Feelin' it from that flat fancy fare chillin’ next to me, enwrapped in silver ice, with white lining. Figure out the clues, Blue! And it’s amazing how the mind works. What direction I'm taking this free-write, amazing what you would do for a Klondike... See, I just made that rhyme for relevancy purposes. My humor is [odd [ly]] [[in] tact]. Just crazy and free, you know immy? J-Just for now.
**
Look: A lot of it is in trend. A lot of it is silver. A lot of it is gold, and that mean it ain’t green. But you can green the scene, if ya know what I mean. Take a glassy clear shot at thoughts of Color – it’s obscene! The references and social understandings where we all know what it means... Collective social conscious, or unconscious, because we just don’t realize quite what's unfolding behind the scenes. The fuzzy screen lifts and you play it all out, ha! It’s a comedy again.
Do I need to say "it was a joke" at the end of one? Do I have to say it, out loud, to your face, it was a joke, a joke! You know, a joke! Nudge nudge know what I mean?
And I look to facebook for reflection! Like it was a mirror, like I need to look at my face! Like it was really something in life-time…web-time is so much more behind! What a grind! What a stopping of the wheels!!! And it’s like I’m reinventing it, like I’m making shit spin round and round again as it has in the past, but moooooving foooorward.
Phish: “I am listening to the theme from the bottom, I feed from the bottom, I feed from the top, the coffee that somehow leaks out of your cup, if nothing comes up, then I’m forced to swim up… on the way upwards, the colors come back, of all the bottom is blue gray and black, and darkness is cold and perception goes wrong, and the night seems to go on, incredibly long… and I’ll ask you whyyyyyyy if I’m swimming byyyyy, don’t you see anything that you’d like to try?”
And it’s come at such a perfect time, a time in the forest…. To dig under rocks… or float in the ocean, asleep in a box.
Swim to the light source or fly like a moth, so toss away stuff you don’t need in the end! But keep what’s important, and know who’s your friend.
"...So I’ll ask you whyyyyyy, if I’m swimming byyyy…. Don’t you see anything that you’d like to try?" And boy, it’s what you can remember me by...Bye!
ME
Here’s my socio-evolutionary transformation. Here it is, Here I be, and Here are some fun words written by ME. I hear rhymes with the times, I jam with the band and participate with my hand, no it's true, I gots drums and I know how it do - I rhyme with the times and I jam with the band, I can be a poet with the music, enlightened Sight when I choose to use it - So I don’t quite master any musical device but I rhyme on my own, with my mind I set the tone, the only thing oft missing is the microphone - The pen in my hand is sometimes piercing with the wrong material or form, and I must find what flows in terms of ink from pens - it's like, if sight is blurred and you're seeing multiple, then maybe it's time to change that lens.
Here and now I’m composing it, slower than the music it is, though at a pace that I ace, lame as it is! So try this in your mouth, chew it a bit let it spit out – sometimes it’s hit or miss, but other times it’s like life bliss - Like freedom like YEAH like life all played out, like a game, like a fun one – don't let it be done - It’s begun, my transformation with the Atmosphere, and that’s why they call it, a sphere, so many rounds, real easy to capture everything together here...
Embrace its sound. Just a minute and a half in, but now I’m hearing the same song again. The one that’s Free! Feelin' it from that flat fancy fare chillin’ next to me, enwrapped in silver ice, with white lining. Figure out the clues, Blue! And it’s amazing how the mind works. What direction I'm taking this free-write, amazing what you would do for a Klondike... See, I just made that rhyme for relevancy purposes. My humor is [odd [ly]] [[in] tact]. Just crazy and free, you know immy? J-Just for now.
**
Look: A lot of it is in trend. A lot of it is silver. A lot of it is gold, and that mean it ain’t green. But you can green the scene, if ya know what I mean. Take a glassy clear shot at thoughts of Color – it’s obscene! The references and social understandings where we all know what it means... Collective social conscious, or unconscious, because we just don’t realize quite what's unfolding behind the scenes. The fuzzy screen lifts and you play it all out, ha! It’s a comedy again.
Do I need to say "it was a joke" at the end of one? Do I have to say it, out loud, to your face, it was a joke, a joke! You know, a joke! Nudge nudge know what I mean?
And I look to facebook for reflection! Like it was a mirror, like I need to look at my face! Like it was really something in life-time…web-time is so much more behind! What a grind! What a stopping of the wheels!!! And it’s like I’m reinventing it, like I’m making shit spin round and round again as it has in the past, but moooooving foooorward.
Phish: “I am listening to the theme from the bottom, I feed from the bottom, I feed from the top, the coffee that somehow leaks out of your cup, if nothing comes up, then I’m forced to swim up… on the way upwards, the colors come back, of all the bottom is blue gray and black, and darkness is cold and perception goes wrong, and the night seems to go on, incredibly long… and I’ll ask you whyyyyyyy if I’m swimming byyyyy, don’t you see anything that you’d like to try?”
And it’s come at such a perfect time, a time in the forest…. To dig under rocks… or float in the ocean, asleep in a box.
Swim to the light source or fly like a moth, so toss away stuff you don’t need in the end! But keep what’s important, and know who’s your friend.
"...So I’ll ask you whyyyyyy, if I’m swimming byyyy…. Don’t you see anything that you’d like to try?" And boy, it’s what you can remember me by...Bye!
ME
A Bright Idea
In finding the light, I know this is what’s right
This is your ticket and your correct flight
You to fly to the eye of the storm
and situate where the heat's most warm
Readjust your focus, look on the bright side
Touché, touché, but the yellow sun comes out to play
Take a walk on the bright side, the royal blue rivers and streams
Take a trip to the Rainbows and give the greens a taste
My pupil, realize in your brown eyes that you too shall see
That the rainbow burns brightest
When you stop your search for the pot of gold 'cuz the colors are free.
This is your ticket and your correct flight
You to fly to the eye of the storm
and situate where the heat's most warm
Readjust your focus, look on the bright side
Touché, touché, but the yellow sun comes out to play
Take a walk on the bright side, the royal blue rivers and streams
Take a trip to the Rainbows and give the greens a taste
My pupil, realize in your brown eyes that you too shall see
That the rainbow burns brightest
When you stop your search for the pot of gold 'cuz the colors are free.
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