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27 November 2012

Been all over Gumbytron’s Cremation today, and I must say, a fine day it was.  Woke up groggy around noon and had my day’s first cigarette.  Bugler.  Trying to quit the nicotine scene but those darn drones they keep flying 24/7 keep chemtrailing me with subliminal tobacco advertisements.

My sis need me to run and take her kids to their practices so I did that and headed to Downer Town to take a book to an old friend.  It was a copy of the Illuminatus Trilogy by Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson.  I had to read it twice to get the story but definitely want to read it again.

Finished reading my reader’s copy of Bent: Atypical Girl by Teri Louise Kelly and absolutely loved it.  Forgot to mention that.

Anyway I went to Downer Town to visit an old friend and we went out to dinner at El Campesino’s and the place was empty on a Tuesday night.   Got to have some decent Mexican food and some conversation other than the Buckeyes beating the Wolverines.  Actually we talked some deep shit.  Theosophy, Chopra, the cellular hypertorus I was down loaded with,  the prophetic dreams she would have.  You know, usual wizard stuff.

I like wizards.

After that I stopped at my surrogate father unit’s little shack near Huckabuck to have a couple shots of Evan Williams and smoke a hooter.  He’s not all plugged in, which I like, and he told me some good drinking stories.  He usually does…  I reminded him that he was Cronos which he seems to forget when he’s been drinking.

Drive the 22 miles home thinking about the shape of reality I want to see and how it all seems to be happening around me.  The moon is full and we are supposed to have a penumbral eclipse but I’ve gone out several times for a cigarette and still haven’t seen the eclipse.  Gonna go out have one more smoke and look.

2012
11/28
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No filter needed


no filter needed
tap that main line
and let your mind melt to pieces on the floor

phasing out
it’s not extinction
just nature’s way of telling you to move along

neurotramsitters will tell you this
endorphins
god chemicals

look at the dandelion
a weed, yes?
golden crowns across the lawns proclaiming:

I AM

and damn your broad-spectrum herbicides
we got airborne seed

weeds
what does a dandelion think
when it sends its ‘chutes into the air?
little promises

phasing out
acceptance

words like these cast like seeds
to be blown in the wind
in hope

in hope

11.26.20..12

http://soundcloud.com/agnew-t-pickens/no-filtter-needed

2012
11/27
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‘Consume Mass Quantities”


“Consume mass quantities”

you’ll never fill that gaping hole
inside your soul
with stuff
no matter how hard you try

if you can buy someone’s love
with shiny things,
what will happen to that love
when the luster fades?

more shiny things?
that lie in piles unappreciated?
because you have given too much stuff?
because you raised expectations once again?

where does it end?
buying things you don’t need
with money you don’t have
to prove you are a good consumer

you should have that written on your epitaph:
“here lies a good consumer.”

i’m not saying you shouldn’t give,
but give your most precious gifts to those you love,

build some memories that don’t involve wrapping paper…

give those the Lord has entrusted to your care
the lessons they will need to face the future

give them the tools to think for themselves
and not the pap fed to us by the commercial media

life is not about the stuff you accumulate
and Mother Earth is already stretched to her limits
swiping that card one more time adds to her misery
and adds to your misery in the long run

but this is the way things are, you may say,
if i don’t buy that technobauble for my child
she won’t fit in, she’ll feel inferior

is this what you wamt your children to believe?
that what you have defines who and what you are?

you may believe your value lies in these things
but do you really want to pass
that diseased philosophy
to your children too?

greed is good
more greed is more good
can’t get enough greed

all that stuff you find so precious
can be wiped out in a single instant,
a fire, a tornado,
what will you have left of yourself
if you place your value outside yourself?

here are some lessons that will last a lifetime:

restraint, you don’t have to charge over the precipice
with all the other lemmings

value, for the blessings we receive each day
just in drawing another breath

love, for those around you
and not all those things falling out of your closets

the greatest gifts we have are the times we get to spend together
on this short ride through the galaxy
don’t let shiny things get in the way of those great gifts.

11.26.20..12

2012
11/26
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Troubles with Amazon


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Tuesday, November 19, 20..12

My book “Space Christals” was published on December 21, 2011 and I still can not be found on Amazon’s search engine even though I published it with their service CreateSpace. 

When I go to type my title in,  the search takes you to listings containing “space” and “crystals” and has no direct way to find my book.  I conteacted them about this problem and they said they would get back to me and that they would be working on it. 

It worked briefly when I would type in my title, it would still say “space crystals” in the search but offer an options for “space crystals books” and take me to my book.  Now that doesn’t even work so I guess ‘ll have to call again.

Anyway, since there is no link, you can find it here:

Space Christals

I’d like to poste a reading of one of my poems, an irregular Jesus, which is from this book.

an irregular Jesus

an irregular Jesus
who likes to take vacations in the asylum
walks into Ace hardware for some glass cleaner
and gets lost

he finds himself in line with a bottle of pneumonia
when the lady in front of him has her credit declined
and walks away empty handed

he yallers, “Hey! i got a GOLD tooth.”
but she disapppears

he forgets his first miracle for a moment
and the pain in his chest nearly drops him to the floor

he laughs and waves at the security camera
remembering to wander
to the corner to clean a few windows for the Man

an irregular Jesus

Thank you for reading,

Agnew

 

2012
11/21
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Monday Morning Mutterings…


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Monday, November 19, 20.12

Somewhere near Snadragon!

May Gumbytron bless you who are reading this.  Another week has passed and I have not resumed my task on level 4 Matrix panel version 2.  As you may recall,  I had a major problem with version 1 when I installed a “superiority” complex in a chaos region of the map.  I’m gonna lay off the superiority complexes for a while.  Vers. 2 has a “pizza” mandala octagon in the center of the prime matrix.  Vegetarian.

http://soundcloud.com/agnew-t-pickens/monday-mourning-musing

My fears are all sleeping on beds of nails.   I’ll play loud music in the echo chamber and let it reverberate through their nightmares.  added to that is this:

no sleep, clogged neurons
and neurotransmitters going haywire
too early to start drinking
tv news drones on about politics
scandals as if

nothing else happens around me
i look out the window
nothing has changed
not even the weather

toxicity levels rise so slowly in this atmosphere
that one day it’ll all just sputter out
i’ll just sputter out

sputter out or tune out
a slow fade to paradise…
turn up the volume
don’t worry, the neighbors won’t hear it
they’re watching tv

11.19.20..18

at my level of debauchery
i was seriously thinking about cracking a bottle of wine
it’s not even nine
speaking of debauchery
Agnew reports that on the Hamster planet of Snadragon,
on Mondays,
no one was killed by space junk
an orgy ensued
only there were no paparazzi
no one died and no one fried

2012
11/19
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Sunday compressed


the hamster was not made for Sunday
ImageSunday was made for the hamster

wake up with dreams of Snadragon
fading in the noonday sun
foggy memories that haunt the waking hours

do a quick check of all systems:
body, check
vision, check
imagination, check
serenity, check

drink a glass of water
stretch, stretch, s-t-r-e-t-c-h
fart

another day, another Sunday…
another gift from Gumbytron

so many hamsters worshipping their football
sit and worship briefly
bless the forward pass

take the hrududu to marionkind
on a sunny afternoon
hamster paws serenely holding the wheel
there’s always a wheel somewhere with hamsters

a familiar road
under November skies
the King’s taxes well spent

mad Mike is out on his bike
and Father Time is assembled in his usual spot
flipping his remote between football and murdering shows

let’s go to Pittsburgh!

and do what?

you’re right

Max
the perpetrator
the crumbhunter
the shiteater
his hind legs aren’t always cooperating these days
and the fur on his back is sparse

he’s begun to expect a Slim Jim
so we walk to the store down the street

time for the smoky communion
pauses in the thread of conversation
considering the thoughtsicles
that crust up in the imagination

floating back to the galleon
to take my place among the galley hamsters
push button-get reward
our only motivation
push button-get ignored
our state of stasis

no response from the ethers
no pushbutton validation
string a few syllables together for no one
in particular

the point of making a point in pointlessness

sit beside the traffic
smoking a cigarette
as the breath clouds up the night
content with something
content with something

11.18.20..12

2012
11/19
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smartphone zombies


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A woman reading SMS messages on her mobile phone while standing on a bike in traffic. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Here is a poem about the real zombies living all around us.

smartphone zombies

farts, moans, zombies
smartphone zombies

buzzing each other
like busy busy bees

step on some crack
and break a junkie’s back

weaving through mall traffic
impervious to life

watch the infection spread
moths’ staggering dance of death

but then how would they suspect?

04.26.20..12
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2012
04/29
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ramblings about matrix boards


linear map attached to a 2-by-2 matrix

linear map attached to a 2-by-2 matrix (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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here is a picture of my level 3 matrix board in operation in my bunker.  as i mentioned in a previous post, i screwed up on the construction of the level 4 matrix board and i’m going to have to go back and make a new one.

the matrix first came to me in some download in December of 1994 and i constructed level 1 out of a piece of cardborad in jamuary and february of 1995.  that was a big mistake because when the people on the matrix board started warring with each other i broke it in half in anger.

but that is another story…

the matrix is based on what i perceived to be a “cellular hypertorus” that could be navigated via the matrix boards that i build.  years go by between building of levels.  the prototype for level 5 is in the bunker next to level 3.

on another topic, more on downloads, i received some downloads the other day while i was inspired and of all things, the men in black were shooting at me again.  i wonder if they somehow got my coordinates because i hadn’t heard from them in a couple years.

i wish the Illuminati would pimp my ride.  my minivan is in sad shape.

2012
04/14
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Note to Self #8


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Photograph of two Eggo's toaster waffles with maple syrup. Afrikaans: Wafels met esdoringstroop. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

i remember that day now…  pretty trippy…  i had been off my psych meds for 3 months

Note to Self #8

love has no logic but the freedom of expression…
does a book have dreams of taking naps
in a quiet library?
or being adapted/adopted in a book store?

or is an easily suggestible digestive system
good for the solar system?

I love the smell of napalm
on your pancakes or maybe
some nuclear/unclear maple syrup…

but Big Al drew a stinky
and the cyanitrous wouldn’t feel good there
so Anna kindly gave me ten for nine
and rendered unto Ceasar Salad.

As a reconfigured veteran
of the psychic imagination game
i like to go where I can feel the love…

I do love zippers
on marshmallow pants
and sprinkling the bamboo jungle
in my friend’s gardens
cause it smiles back with rainbows!

2012
04/05
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how i screwed up level 4


no poetry today…  today i talk about matrix boards.

in 2011 i commenced to build my first level 4 matrix panel.  i was living in the hills around San Francisco and the idea of making level 4 a covenant board was floating around in my head. 

i thought i had created a good design and actually made two more level 4 matrix panels for some friends.  the problem was i had put a superiority complex on the matrix along with a free range chaos zone.  big mistake.

my girlfriend and i were attacked with microwaves and she ended up in the hospital and the neighbor put me on a plane back to Ohio.  i don’t know if you’ve ever been subjected to microwave radiation but it’s horrible. 

i am trying to correct the design flaw through construction of a stable level 5 matrix panel and am making good progress but seeing as my original level 4 matrix panel was discarded by my girlfriend, i think i’m going to have to go back and build a better level 4 covenant matrix panel.

fortunately, the level 3 matrix panel is stable and safely tucked in my basement.  i just received a homunculus to put on one of my matrix panels and i think i’ll put it somewhere on the level 3 panel for safekeeping.

now the instructions for building a matrix board have also been discarded so i will have to write an updated instruction manual with my findings on potential problems with superioroity complexes.

stay tuned for further details and read some of my other posts for poetry from my book “Space Christals” available now on Amazon.

2012
04/04
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