Archive for March, 2013

imperfect Geometry


English: Tic Tac Toe Logic is a next generatio...

English: Tic Tac Toe Logic is a next generation board game! available only through AppStore (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

Was gonna write ’bout how the Winer shit his pants in Huckabuck but that
will have to wait for tomorry night.  Here is a poem instead.

 

 

 

imperfect Geometry
that has no room

for extra Squares
ways out of the Humdrum Conundrum

Absurdity that tic-tac-toe
be all We have to Play

next you’ll be telling Me
You made all of this up

out of My Imagination

 

underwear i own


Mitt Presley

Mitt Presley (Photo credit: JonMartinTravelPhotography)

underwear i own

i steals into the night
i steals into your home
i heads straight for your pile
o’ dirty laundry
and back to my place i do roam

ma favorite pair of dirty undies
is some magic ‘uns i took from Mitt
they made o’ underoos
with magic symbols
even got a stripe o’ Romney’s shit

ma next favorite from the Dalai Lama
they smells like rosewater and really glow
he the cleanest mutha fucker
ever wore a Saffron Robe

I got Obama’s whitie tighties
hangin’ from a barber pole
in ma little crippled city
(where a big sign say sumpin about an American Recovery act
or sumpin like dat)
ya think i’d smell what comes from his asshole?

To the Hamster Foc’s’l!


Graphite Molten-Salt Reactor Experiment core

Graphite Molten-Salt Reactor Experiment core (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Ugh, that’s what I forgot to do the last time I checked into the

asylum, find the freaking secret sub-causalian complex I imagine is

there somewhere, at least maybe I dreamt about it.  Actually it was a

dream and then I turned into a cartoon manning a control panel on one

of the central reactor core consoles.   Really not my type of work.

So maybe I best stay away from the ward…  besides, whose gonna man

the hamster fo’c’s’l?

The kids are all grown and don’t believe in my nonsense any more.

Maybe I should attempt to reason with them?  That would serve them

right, li’l bastards.  Strummin’ guitars in corner coffee bars and

getting  high on Information.  Can’t blame me for leading a few astray

and giving them a dose or doses of Imagination, but then I’m just an

Ol’ Hypocrite.  Hell yeah.

It’s the Capitalist Septic System, it’s the corner Nirvana, it’s

everything you ever dreamed you wanted and less.  Wait, yah right, we

don’t say Hark! any more these days, we oughta bring it back, oh yeah

but I hear Gumbytron’s footfall in the closet bowling alley…

STRIKE!

You know that Gumbytron knows her way around a good smiting, He’s

taken, She’s given, but that’s a story for another day.

And all of a sudden I been noticing the critters wisin’ up an’ I

wonder if theyze gonna keep any of us maladapted simian’s around or

just gang up on us.  I swear three o’ Pop’s cats was chewin’ on my

ankles last night before I had to wrestle with the Jungle.  You know

what,  I been thinking, the Amazon sure would make a right fine

landing strip for alien spacecraft if we jus’ stripped all that would

outa there and dozed it flat.

Then may I can leave this Gumbytron forsaken planet.

 

jus’ me & Six Pack Jack


Vogel-Unter, Das große Kartenspiel, Kupferstic...

Vogel-Unter, Das große Kartenspiel, Kupferstich; Bird-Jack, The great pack of cards, etching, L. 269 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

jus’ me, jus’ me ‘n’ Six Pack Jack
sittin’ on the couch, eatin’ on a snack

ain’t got no cable and ain’t got no net
but we got a picture winda so we don’t fret

Jack tells me a story I’ve heard 10000 times
and I spit back mouthfuls of foolish rhymes

the day go by and the beer run dry
must be 4:20, it be time to get high

one paper left in a folded pack
enough for the schwag that’s left in the sack

Six Pack has got his twisting down
we forget where the hell we left that frown

jus me, jus’ me ‘n’ Six Pack Jack
and we don’t give a frick or frack

03.26.20..13

Freak


Freak!

Freak! (Photo credit: Arman Dz.)

you always were
a Freak

always will

have eyes
cast askance at you
by random strangers

Changeling
that you are,
you must wear
your Art on your sleeve

and

take comfort
in the company
of all the other Castaways

that gather in dark corners
allotted for the outcast Souls

you always were
a Freak
but
you are not Alone

SoundCloud

drowning in Ubiquity


Streaming Media West

Streaming Media West (Photo credit: klessblog)

 

drowning in Ubiquity, purposeless
repetition repetition repetition rote

are we there yet?

dude, we’re not even on the way…

just let the video streaming from every orifice
of this Paste-Up Reality
lull you

lullabies are what we are serving
lullabies are all you will get

no need to think or do or fret
just don’t

don’t even think
presume

to Peak behind the White Curtain

AT(G)P
03.22.20..13

 

one way ticket to sacrifice


English: Cross Of Sacrifice located in Weymout...

English: Cross Of Sacrifice located in Weymouth, Massachusetts. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

one way ticket to sacrifice
divulged on a dead prophet’s book
not all lies are deceitful    eat the host
we got yer back
–just pay the vig and you can keep yer soul

closing your eyes
becomes a roll of the dice
and faith is better practiced behind the wheel
than broken on it

testing
testing
testing

but little understanding
here and there
blades of grass
not fit for Father

Mother will understand
melt back into her
and sleep

 

bang the drum and raise the flag


 

A protest in Utah against Wal-Mart

A protest in Utah against Wal-Mart (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

bang! bang! bang!
bang the drum
and raise the flag

 

 
shhh, if we told you what was really going on….
we’re protecting you

you understand?

don’t you just love your new WalMart?
aren’t your smartphones pacifiers enough?
we just need you to understand the nature
of your sacrifice
it is your lot

bang! bang! bang!
bang the drum
and raise the flag

our enemies have us surrounded
well, maybe not
but we have certain interests
that are really none of your concern
and all we ask is just a little more of your blood to shed

there is no remission of sins without the shedding of blood

 

live to tell


 

Professor Butts and the Self-Operating Napkin

Professor Butts and the Self-Operating Napkin (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

live to tell
live for what it’s worth
to provide the wastrel’s tale
to those that seek
for Beauty. for Truth

of each, I have found
much that I deemed genuine
but it is all Shit

if Truth, Beauty exist
they have a solitary frame
that rarely two or  more can share

there is so much Ugliness
there is so much Falsehood in the World
parading as Beauty and Truth

look at the blade of grass
on a frosty March morning
and ponder the Mandelbrot of Crystals
beckoning you to infinities
that are beyond your ken

the simple miracle of a can of beans
that a stranger working in a factory
put on your shelf

Rube Goldberg Machine

our only Hope

if we,
when we,
find the Beauty
when we,
find the Truth

it is, for a moment,
as all suffering is naught

 

Matrix Control Panel Guide


[Floor plan for the Masonite House exhibit]

[Floor plan for the Masonite House exhibit] (Photo credit: UIC Digital Collections)

OK, fellow travelers in this Matrix Reality, I am
writing this basic guide on constructing your own
Matrix Control Panel.

What is a Matrix Control Panel.  It’s a long story
but I will keep it brief.  I was downloaded with a
“Construct” that I can only describe as a cellular
hypertorus and I constructed my first Matrix Control
Panel in the winter of 1995.

I made several mistakes on this Level One panel,
foremost being that I constructed it out of cardboard.
Had I known that I would grow so irate with the beings
that populated my panel, so irate I broke the panel
in half, I would have constructed it out of sturdier
material.

I now build my Matrix Control Panels out of Masonite,
so that regardless of what these populating beings are
up to on my current panel, I do not have an easy way
of destroying the little world I have created for my
subsouls.

You will need a basic understanding of the “hypertorus”
geometry to master one of these panels, although you
should experience a modicum of success in you endeavor
to control your own reality with the knowledge that the
system has worked for me for 18 years and has evolved.

Your first panel should be a Level One Panel, there
being six levels.  I am on Level Four, although I have
a Level Five prototype.  The principle of the panel is
to harmonize the dogmas and rituals which you have grown
up with in what passes for education (indoctrination).

You will require the follwoing items:

A 24 inch by 36 inch panel of Masonite
A box of Spaghetti (yes, spaghetti)
Glue
A suitable ruler to lay out your basic matrix on a
large panel
Found objects (you will be gluing things into the
main Matrix)
A Sharpie or suitable way of marking the grid on the
panel
Copper pennies and not those crap zinc pennies we get
these days
A drill bit, but no power tools
Some sort of optical aperture to sacn yourself through

the Matrix
(I used the lens from an old camera for my first panel)

Feel free to add other items as this is YOUR Matrix Control
Panel

The first thing you will need to do is lay out a grid
with your marker or pen using your ruling device to map
out the main Matrix on the right side of the Matrix Panel.
You will want to leave plenty of room on the left to
hand drill the aperture, add your optical scanner and mark
your panel as Level One.

You will draw a grid on the right with the dimensions of
six squares by six squares with a dimension of 3 inches
each.  Once you have drawn your grid, I suggest that you
write in a coordinate system along the the left and top edge.
This will help you navigate the Matrix.

Take your time.  the point of this exercise is to really
consider what it is that you want from the Matrix and you
shouldn’t rush this project.

Once you have laid out your grid, it is time to glue the
spaghetti dividers for the sections of your panel.  Again,
take your time, as you fill in the grid, you may have
messages for the Matrix that you will want to add as you
continue this process.

You will need a home planet for your Matrix Panel.  This
is where the copper penny comes in.  Find a Matrix
Coordinate you are satisfied with and glue this copper
penny into the space to establish your presence in the
Matrix.  You can add more pennies if one isn’t enough, but
one should be plenty.

Embellish.

Add your found items as you are finishing establishing
your grid while gluing the spaghetti.  And don’t be afraid
to improvise, after all, this is about YOU getting a grip
on the Matrix Reality.

You may find that you will begin hearing entities on your
panel during its construction.  Relaz!  these are just
subsoul aspects of your master soul and they are there to
serve you.  They may annoy at times, but that is only because
they are trapped in a subreality that you yourself are
creating.  So be patient.

Once you have completed your grid and spaghetti gluing, you
will want to make sure that your are satisfied with the
outcome of your delving into the Matrix Reality.  It is then,
and only then that you should activate your panel by drilling
and aperture (by hand) into the lower middle right of your
panel to activate what you have instructed your matrix Control
Panel to do.

Once you have activated the panel, you will need to affix an
optical scanner of some sort to scan you through to your new
reality.  I used the laser eye from a CD-ROM drive for my
Level Four panel and it works marvelously.  Oh, and when you
scan yourself, you’ll have to make your own beeping noises
because we use no working electronics on the panels.

You will want to clearly martk this panel with a large one,
preferably in red, so I guess you need some paint, too.

Good luck with your panel!

 

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