Saturday, April 16, 2011

An April Week


So I've been doing a lot of transactions like making money selling things off of Craigslist, trading my gold single-speed bike in for a cool silver mountain bike, getting a refund government check from my many charitable donations in 2010, and getting a $250 gift card in the mail today to service my car. (This will all go towards offsetting several hundreds of dollars in speeding tickets and parking violations).

Did a bit of work at the office this morning and worked very hard all week to get everything I needed done. So I can relax the rest of this weekend. A friend I met [oddly] is coming to watch an old movie (Sita Sings the Blues) and Mystery Science Theater 3000. I practiced spinning poi yesterday. What a great workout, who needs a gym?! AND it is low electricity with all the lights off ...just ipod speakers rocking groovy dubstep.........

Thursday, March 24, 2011

antique thoughts throbbing

o hey

o hey will ya feel my beat

Just give it a listen for a sec will ya

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Glowing orbs, magic thoughts and cheap mushrooms you can grow off of dead things.
How come people don't tell us when we're young...that this is free?
and that the best things are free, and that you CAN resurrect the dead



Why do I feel a lack of awesome people right now, and a bit o' lackluster love
(oh, it's there I know, you can feel it if ya dig, you can magnetize it out of people polarized by a little white forcefriend to make you feel better. The smiles are almost the same.)

Why do I feel like it's my time, my decision, to make a move and make the music, to create the light
SOMEONE HANDED ME THE GLOWING HOT POTATO WITHOUT MY PERMISSION
AND NOW I AM STARTING TO FEEL IT IN MY HANDS
they are aching to move...to find the rhythm
to "frict" the air in acute angles,
to tangle all the strands into a breeze
(making it cool to touch and)
tread on foot so lightly and with ease...

Life is meant to be breathed in
for those who CAN, even sometimes, sniff that sweet nostalgia and emotion out of thin air...
air that only keeps too many others' shallow hearts pumping, consuming
seething and heaving and sieving through their breathing
spinning earth into a stiff deserted snowball
soon our frozen fortness will not hold
The cracks will consume us all,
and the crux on which we've built our civilization will fall

it's not a big deal, is all
it's not a big deal, is all



I need to go spin some fire

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

all the pretty lights

I can never go back.

I have seen a world so colorful and full of music, dancing people
on a weekly basis, we're livin' out this rage, baby...
dancin' before the Armeggedon hits and we're frozen in time forever.

The snowstorm pelts my office window and it's only a ticking time bomb until the energy fails us, the lights go out.
No more pretty lights from your nuclear reactors...they were only pretty on the surface.
What's really pretty is what happens when the lights go out.

In the forest, in those sidewinding paths smelling of patchouli and mary jane --
Do you remember the glowstick paths?
I weaved around people and into deeper forest, hearing music in the distance and occasionally passing me by...
People hi-fiving each other, smiling, turning around as you pass, your scents collide
It smells so good from here, I'd eat the dirt beneath our feet.

Roll in the grass by the fire, watch the fire-dancers and the hoopers
Do you want to expend your energy to that dubstep across the way? That could be self-expression too, you know. Maybe you should do that.
Look at the stars, find ink and a skinny medium
suit yourself, or unsuit and run naked
"do whuteva suits you hun"

Try to maintain that positively positive vibe;
mark your territory with an uncaring grin
and dub yourself a master of the flying colors
don't let it pass you by but absorb it some so you radiate
hot hot heat exuding from your feet on the earth
and head in the clouds.
feel the beat from within and without
fuck the haters now.you've got clout
with the gods from around and the energy you surround
bump your own beat.let your beauty make a sound.

sometimes you can be a wallflower but
you never want to get stuck in a corner rut

Rise and Shine, Sunflower

I can never go back to the bullshit.

Monday, January 3, 2011

On The World's Ending Pt. I

I am scared. Actually scared. Scared of the world's ending although I know I will be mentally prepared. But most will not be. It is still terrifying.

"The curious thing about this novel device of apprehension is that the vast majority is unaware of the manipulation they are subject to. The consequences are nothing less than the immense disaster caused to all of Nature, to the spirit, the mind, bodies, to culture and society. Given all this, can we still be proud of the humanity we are part of?"

Message from the Kogi to Harmonize Life

From The Elders Oraibi Arizona Hopi Nations:

You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour. Now you must go back and tell the people that this is The Hour.

This could be a good time! There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart, and they will suffer greatly.

Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above the water. See who is in there with you and celebrate.

At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally. Least of all, ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.

The time of the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves!

Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary.

All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.

We are the ones we've been waiting for.

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I know! I know!!

Friday, December 3, 2010

Monday, November 8, 2010

wizards with boobs to a guy in jail to make his day

Coloring wizards with multicolored markers and making unknown people happy when they are sitting and looking at metal bars
and adding to the background of my 5th grade doodles.
I'm about to go out & meet Swampman's brother with his 6-foot Columbian friend Alejandro at the Blind Pig;
they are passing through town on their motorcycles, heading far far away even to Chile, I offered to post them up.
Swampman is off catching turtles and spearing fish on the isle of Catalina.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Phil & Friends- All Along the Watchtower

There must be some kinda way outta here
Said the joker to the thief
There’s too much confusion
I can’t get no relief
Businessmen they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
and the level on the wind
none will level on the line, nobody offered his word, hey

“no reason to get excited”
the thief, he kindly spoke
“there are many here among us
who feel that life is but a joke
but you and I, we’re been through that
and this is not our fate
so let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late