Archive for June, 2013

novus ordo veritas


 

 

Diagram of Unicast Streaming

Diagram of Unicast Streaming (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

novus ordo see #chloroform fantasies
streaming
streaming
streaming

from every orifice and TV scream
ice cream lullabies
you scream
or at Least
YOU SHOULD

i read the news, Today, Oh Boy!
entertaining and irrelevant
what we need
just what we need
#INFO Narcotics and Games to play

as they test new nerve agents in secret #DOD labradors
retrieving results for #Gumbytron knows what reason

meanwhile there are Veterans
sleeping under the Bridge
getting roused almost Daily by
the local #Constabulary

overpaid suits compute Key Performance Indicators
while our #HoneyBees have decided to leave this back alley planet
BEHIND

and You
and I
watched it happen

 

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I think Mahoney chipped me…


Big 64 button panel

Big 64 button panel (Photo credit: Spikenzie)

I think Mahoney chipped me when I passed out at Bonfire Nation the other
night. I knew I shouldn’t have left those lunatics guard the Level 4
Matrix Control Panel Replacement Board I constructed in my basement.

Mahoney, I forgive him if he chipped me, I chipped his ass when I put
those two Zannies in his beer. Got a keep an eye on the boy, he’s a
punk who has no respect for authority and screams about it on stages in
Mantucky.

Cody I haven’t figured out yet (if that is his real
name), plays guitar in a way I had never before imagined but he is
thinking about taking over Ohio. As a start. I think he should drop
the Messiah Complex and play until his fingers and guitars fuse in some
psychotropic future reality.

Mark is the quiet one. That is why he is in charge of calibrating the Matrix
Panel with the Blue Godfather Kazoo. I’m so glad Cody installed that door
knob into the Matrix Panel. Things have been so much more chill in my
hologram.

On Someday, ye shall surely Die.


View over part of the Thy Nationalpark (Denmar...

View over part of the Thy Nationalpark (Denmark) at Hanstholm vildtreservat and Tved klitplantage. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

i will touch you
with these Words
like the mark of some beast
on Thy Forehead
and ye will surely Die!

well you were gonna die anyways
unless of course
yer into one of them Space Cult Religions
but trust Me

these Words
One day ye will surely Die

it was these words that do it to some
WORDS
(translate)
BELIEF

and if the Blind lead the Sheep

come to grips with this Thing
Thy Spirit came here not to tarry

and do 400 pushups a day
if you think that will save you

you will
Decay

and with these Words
realize
ye shall surely Die

OK, so let’s move on…
in the meantime
YOU have an Indwelling Spirit

maybe it came here to do 400 pushups a day
in a Human Body

or

MAYBE
it came here to investigate
in its Negation of Abnegation
(or maybe just its Playful Spirit)

what is it exactly?
I mean the Human Experience
at the End of Every Edge of Reason

CROSSROADS

why does the Dust
that your Spirit has collected
Walk the Earth?

I became radical!


Alexander Hamilton on the Series 2004A $10 Fed...

Alexander Hamilton on the Series 2004A $10 Federal Reserve Note, based on an 1805 portrait by John Trumbull (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I can’t recall when I lost my Outer Serenity, why I became a radical…
Maybe it was the first “lie” a boss made me tell just to make a sale.
Well, the Boss didn’t make me, I’ll have to admit, I had bought into the
Game.

Maybe it was the Cascade of Lies that followed chasing
that Almighty Dollar. Maybe there was something wrong with me. I mean,
the Dollar, it is a desirable thing… even its smell (especially the
smell of new money) that somehow wasn’t working on my neuro-receptors
(even though at times I would have fantasies of rolling around ina pile
of $20 bills, don’t ask why $20s, It’s a Jacksonian fixation) but yet…

I noticed that the things I really loved, a sunrise, a bee gathering
honey from clover, a stand of old growth forest, had none of that “new
money smell.”

And for some reason, these things, these li’l
miracles of daily existence had more allure than anything that now foul
odor of money could deliver me.

I began to worry about things
like right or wrong, can we continue on this path and expect to
survive, can we even appreciate the opening of a Daffodil in Spring?

And I became Radical.

When the Sun Comes to December


Lanzarote windmill

Lanzarote windmill (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

 

Spring, mine
has come Late Summer
Rays lengthening like luminous lashes
on a photoshopped Supermodel

and stars
I mean I see them everywhere
they shine even
by Day

were I a Beginner
it would almost seem wonderful
in brief flashes
between dry Heaves

recurrences begin
to replace
Occurrences and I feel like walking out
on this Movie
Sometimes

really I do
but Mother Universe
keeps inventing

compelling characters
you know, the kind that make you wanna stick around
and see when and how their story ends
if You don’t exit before them

and then controversies
Buddha said “withdraw”
It is Illusion, Maya

but so damn compelling
and you don’t get much press
tilting at Windmills these Days

some battles you win, some you lose
but you know, you stop keeping score after a while
and look out the Observation Deck

and begin to enjoy the Scenery,
its fleeting quality
the evanescence of new and varied Stimuli
that keep you from finally pulling that Trigger

and give you the Patience to wait for
when the Sun comes to December

 

Rejuvenate. Regenerate. Reconstitute. Reconstruct.


Sacred hindu syllable Aum (Om) in Devanagari s...

Sacred hindu syllable Aum (Om) in Devanagari script. SVG version of Image:Aum.png. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

Rejuvenate. Regenerate. Reconstitute. Reconstruct.

This has been my mantra, a mantra that took me a long time to develop.

I found the right combination of commands, resonance and order to

direct my Central Being toward Rest and staying in the now. Repeat

these words in your head, in that exact order and see if it works as

well for you as it has for me. Don’t worry if you mess up when you

drift into the mantra. If you catch the words out of order, simply

return to the prescribed order and drift off into transcendence. Best

done at or just before bedtime but can work throughout the day.

 

Should we just “kill” the Rich and Powerful?


United (States) Parcel Service.

United (States) Parcel Service. (Photo credit: matt.hintsa)

 


How angry am I at the government. Well talking to folks in my home town, I’d say maybe just a li’l above average. But then I am also inflamed by my passion to write about it.

Would I blow up a bus stop? Nah, I got friends use the bus but I’d blow up your inflated sense of ego that believes it knows better how people should run their lives than they do themselves.

I’d blow up your monuments to your lies with bouquets of pure horseshit, which you have been feeding the American public for way too long.

Why are you afraid of coming clean? Are you afraid that revealing how you have been systematically been exploiting the average citizen in this country make you afraid? For your money? For your status? For your lives?

Well, I can’t really blame you on that account, although I believe the average human in this country has a greater capacity to forgive than you yourselves have demonstrated by your actions.

 

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