Verbatim rant

Power corrupts
corruption empowers
Empires existing
existentially
dreaming up
upon high rise philosophies
endless stories
up and down up and down
everything at once everything at once

Books papers pen
Self-importance SELF IMPORTANCE
Over trees
over sediment
so much more important
thank ink and dyes and DIRT and shit.
waste waste
waste is king waste is God the male God.
woman is earth
woman is caring.
woman is everything-at-once-importance
woman is feared.
Self is God. Self is idolized.
Idol is idolized

Adultery is sin. Adultery is more than one.
Greed is sin. Greed is desire for all, more than one.
Irony, irony is sin, irony is
dishonest,  irony is can be king

Trump is king
King is king.  The walls are king.
The walls are fear.
Fear is feared. Fear is
self-important. The self is FEARED.
God is feared. God IS Fear.
God is the self.
What is not self
Everything is not self
but self is everything
individualized
intellectualized
Intellectual is king. I is king.

I is GOD.
I is FEAR.
feared/Mirrored.

I am mirrors fear
I am SELF
I am SELFish. I am for SELF
because of fear of My self.
Fear of My GOD in me. My
woman inside
My everything-at-once-
lives in fear of realized knowing
to know thyself
THY THY THY
Why?
Untapped potential released could
blow up BLOW UP

WE are kings. We are
EVERYTHING-AT-ONCE
Feed the oxytocin destroy cortisol but
one cannot live without the other.
Pain is pleasure and pleasure is pain!!!
PAIN PAIN PAIN
FEAR IS PLEASURE
Cannot seek the world without pain
because you will only create more pain
i.e. the Giver.

Both must exist in EQUANIMITY.
Both must be realized as ONE in the SAME.
Real happiness, REAL PEACE
comes from understanding this.
Let both be impermanent, as they are.

As we are.
As all is. Love
EVERYTHING AT ONCE love love love
Lovelovelovelovelovelovelove



I should be writing on walls

fool-low

What's wrong with following the heart
the bloody pulsing mess.
what's wrong with a mess?
now the brain
talk about a fucking mess
that's like a mess upon a mess upon a mess
A MESS!
if I don't follow the heart, does that mean I'm supposed to follow my brain?
where does the BRAIN lead?
maybe that's the important part.
I know where the heart goes,
you don't have to ponder it pulses for you in the right direction
you can feel it jumping inside the cage.
but the brain.
neurons piled on top of each other
where do they lead?
the brain is not all of me surely.
should I be following something else? my toe don't know
everything just wants to either sleep or eat or shit piss maybe run like a cheetah for no real reason.
but where does that running lead?
am I going in circles??!
maybe the circle is the point maybe that's what IT'S ALL ABOUT.
IT.
This.
EVERYTHING.
You KNOW.
come on you TOTALLY KNOW.
A box leads to a box.
the heart leads to love.
the brain leads to a mess because can anyone figure out the brain?

I guess the question is: what's wrong with love?!
What the fuck is wrong with love?
The idea of love.
of loving.

what's so wrong about following the heart to love like following a chicken across the road
I guess that's why.
You don't want to be on the other side of love.
So is that it then?
Don't follow your chicken heart across the road of love because you will end up on the other side.
But I am no chicken.
I am no dummy because I don't have bird brains.
Oh wait, fuck. brains.
logic over love is like left brain over right, 2D boxes over spiraling circle galaxies,
it's like a period dot the end instead of years of life experiences.
what the fuck is wrong with love?!

I'm feeling defiant.
there's nothing wrong with love
follow your heart damn it. follow it to the fucking grave.

My great grandpa loved November 11th, for reasons relatively unknown. It was known as Armistice Day, maybe that's why. He ended up dying on November 11th, 1992 (11/11/92, 9+2=11).
Happy 11/11/11 !!!!!!!!

you know what they say ?

they say nothing like a kiss
I wrote this backwards
except for this:
line in four words
ya know one day we'll be dead ?
sickness full of shit in my head
of snot and not thought
full of disimpregnation
you know we all wear the mask ?
the questions I ask ...
my cocaine virginity taken by anthrax.

...and we're back?

I've been hearing a humming lately
that buzzing humming
that voice in my ear
the voice of god
not God god
but you and me god
the bum mumblings
the old man rumblings
from the back of his wise throat
the thoughts of a woman so strong
she can carry gallons of water on
top of her head
they say
and I hear the buzzing.
And we all lean in a bit closer
to wonder
what the buzzing says,
listening so hard our ears tense
and block and when you let go
you let it get you
buzzzzzzzzzz
and you let it in
let it fill you up
and
just as you hear
the total vibration of it all
you don't need to get it
it gets you

Aphex Kin

I - Cock/Ver10

You're no monarch.
You've got no crown, no
crowd. Eating popcorn on
the balcony, what a fool.

Bang the kettledrum, laugh.
Nothing king. Fucking your
nothing queen. What do you
know?

Nothing. Nothing, so much nothing,
so much everything. Dance,
jester, dance for the no one
king. Watch his spittle.

Crumpled mustache,
broken teeth.

Mind disconnected from the glottis,
how impertinent of a slug. Dogs
more royal than
stick figure.

Strike the chord, centrifuge,
Chaos of a thousand refugee
peasant lord priest deities.
Why do you even try, meager?

Realize your idiosyncrasies.


II - Avril 14th

Retreating into your toilet
room, have a sit, weary
frog. Legless frog, tongueless
frog, eyeless
frog,
poisonous piano, lazy dog.

You're off key.
You're doing it all wrong.
Where's your metronome?
Go home,
Practice some more,
Whore,
Where's your order? Rhythm?

Silence?
Meditation,
realization?


III - Mt. Saint Michel Mix+St. Michaels Mount

Ring
ring
ring
Donauointaohidao
pick uainsaohiai
theaoudhtiadouht
phooahninoiaiia

CHAORderly rabble from
the beginning. One end
tells you one thing, One
end another.

Rapid fire death sentence, slow
as a millenia of French house
fucking robots in the ballroom. What
the hell are you wearing? Baggy
pants over a smock? Call me

lunatic. Call me
crazy. Call me
decisive. Don't
ever give me a name.

Self-titled questions
about self-titled
answers, no end in audible range.
No sight for the seekers.
No destruction for my endless
wonderings.

What kind of a king...

Figure it out. Ask
your appointees
your delegates your
advisors your appointed
neuronal oh my god
ejaculations, or was that piss?

Ugh, that's repulsive.
Just pay the fine, Leave
the rest to the parliament.
(No good oil lickers.)

Throbbing head throbbing throbbing
(give me)
Head Throbbing THrobbing (give me)
Stop the head THRObbing, elicitation.

Comestible, all of you.
Option A, comestible. Option B,
comestible. Option 3, comestible.
8 choices, comestible.

Stickle me this, stickle me
this, stickle me
this,
that.

La la la there's a tree!
La la la don't bother me...
La la la no decisions. nope no nope
La la la no la la no la no no
NONE FOR ME. If you,
my friend, want an answer

Then,
Find another king.

Daft Pope

Da Funk does floweth through our universe,
From misty sun to rolling ‘long the hearse,
Around the World as skeletons we dance
On glimmering mirror shards our feet advance.
Spun Revolutions—Nine Hundred and Nine—
Upon the turnstile all appears Divine.
Alive, we are! the Musique helps us know,
Poetic guide through heaven and below.
We’re Rollin’ & we’re Scratchin’ vinyl grooves,
Were never quite as deft before these shoes.
“One More Time,” the populations demand:
“Enough?” “Never!” the answer always lands.
It’s Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger, it’s
Words everyone knows how to sing by pitch.
There’s Something, all About Us, everywhere
In Nature: mountains, space, and ocean air,
A Robot could detect it in the Rock,
Imagined Love and Hate in every Lock.
We’re Technologic when we buy, we break,
We fix, we trash, we change, we melt, upgrade.
We’ve much in common, the same, spring to fall,
No differences, we’re Human After All.