ON THE EDGE OF THE PORTAL TO ANOTHER WASTE OF FUCKING FLESH
ORGANIC HARD ON FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION
TECHNICOLOR KARMATIC DOGMA ASS BITE SELF
ME CHING
NIX THE UNSOLD, THE UNSOUND. LIFT THE BEST.
without ado
MIND WORM ACCOUNTANT FROM "OUTER SPACE"
lazy way out
lazy way to work
shiftless
controlled
controlling
sub
urban
selfish
mind
wandering
non social
skills
having
faux new age
cant even be in
being
HEAVY SUBJECT
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
limbo
I went to a family retreat at a large most likely rented for the occasion house. there was christian functions happening there, leading me to think it mostly served as a church. slept in a very oversized bed with many people, adults and children. more people were coming in all the time, with luggage like they were coming in from out of town. the bed turned out to be dirty. some kids were laying nearby when i noticed 'poop.' i got up to go piss and went out the door in my underwear, but theres people everywhere, dressed up. a suit guy, church guy worker, led me to the bathrooms. or well he told me where they were. i passed many large rooms with 'congregations' or suits and dresses. me disheveled and almost naked with a morning hard on. great.
stairs and hallways and stares. or thats how i felt. no one really noticed.
i finally made it to where i thought i was going, outside the building, to a little rascals era group of miscreants, and this contraption, uh, wall, building - a few people perched on and around it. there were two haphazard doors like from an ancient ship or bank. i chose left which was the 'small' one i was told. maybe they also said 'girl' one too. i always choose wrong i thought. it looked retarded anyway so with some effort i got to the 2nd door, open and it is just as retarded, wood beams doing nothing, super shallow... one foot wide/deep, 2 feet tall, and open on the back side, no actual toilet at all, just an absurd joke. like a maniac had some plywood, 2 by 4's, mud, clay, some trash and a vision. stupid vision.
i knew a safe / real bathroom. like it was an old workplace or house, i was familiar with it. as i was starting to go inside thru the smallish window/door, she came upon me. my dirty shoes were off. inside looked clean and pink. i am so polite.
the older lady / owner i knew from the past. nice lady. i felt guilty - she wanted me to stay, well, she offered it, if i'd help, but i was actually just still looking for a bathroom.
my shoes were filthy, full of pepples and dirt which i shook out while she talked.
she had a nice, colorful and strange place. a little hard to get to, and or to get into. might have been my grandmother. i was humbled and quietened. i shook my shoes out and left w/o using bathroom or asking about it.
i assed through a venuefull of dancing girls, pretty girls with nice make up and hair, smiles, innocent. red brick walls. i bumped right into meghan She was all smiles. we kissed, no, i kissed her, and started to keep going, but kissed her again, fully, with all my love, this happened a few times before i kept going through, i had to (leave), something driving me, supposedly the bathroom, but i think i knew the bathroom was a cover up the whole dream. i was concerned with the CIA and mind control.
all the girls were blushing and all smiles and shyness and giggles. i wanted to stay with meghan, but...
i was part of a "gang" of sorts - gliding around the streets somehow.. until i found two bikes disguised as trash. handlebar on mine was all warped, the other was better. steering seemed as if it'd be difficult. with the bikes was all this "junk" which as soon as we saw it we thought "everything we need is in this pile" - even if we didnt know how or why, each piece was important, perhaps we could even discover what to do / plans by going thru the junk, which was pressed together into strange forms, almost making walls, walls made of art. wall art.
on the bike i left, pulled in front of everyone else, peddling around and around but not going fast at all, as it was a tiny bike. i saw 3 CIA in the median, aware they were watching me, they were 'manning' a construction orange light up sign, the sort that spells out directives such as 'left lane closed ahead'
they were in all black, dressed like cops. i didnt care. i knew they werent coming right then, just watching. a large dark skinned 'african' man, sweating, spitting like daffy duck towards me, trying to tell me something, but such gibberish. i thought him insane. shouting nonsense, how would i ever discover a message? i had no good reason to stop my slow ride for him. i was saying "fuck you" to him. this is when i woke.
there was a whole scene in which the details are much more fuzzy. a house, focused on one person, but full of people. i would be mentally harassed there, via vibes and stares, and groups of unspeaking hostile suits, demons, glaring. sweaty faces. no one else seemed to notice them or care.
i only wanted to be alone with this person. never could. i dont remember who it was. i was livid and ready to fight. one in particular, blonde guy, i wanted him dead. he was a really evil thing. mischevious fuckers.
stairs and hallways and stares. or thats how i felt. no one really noticed.
i finally made it to where i thought i was going, outside the building, to a little rascals era group of miscreants, and this contraption, uh, wall, building - a few people perched on and around it. there were two haphazard doors like from an ancient ship or bank. i chose left which was the 'small' one i was told. maybe they also said 'girl' one too. i always choose wrong i thought. it looked retarded anyway so with some effort i got to the 2nd door, open and it is just as retarded, wood beams doing nothing, super shallow... one foot wide/deep, 2 feet tall, and open on the back side, no actual toilet at all, just an absurd joke. like a maniac had some plywood, 2 by 4's, mud, clay, some trash and a vision. stupid vision.
i knew a safe / real bathroom. like it was an old workplace or house, i was familiar with it. as i was starting to go inside thru the smallish window/door, she came upon me. my dirty shoes were off. inside looked clean and pink. i am so polite.
the older lady / owner i knew from the past. nice lady. i felt guilty - she wanted me to stay, well, she offered it, if i'd help, but i was actually just still looking for a bathroom.
my shoes were filthy, full of pepples and dirt which i shook out while she talked.
she had a nice, colorful and strange place. a little hard to get to, and or to get into. might have been my grandmother. i was humbled and quietened. i shook my shoes out and left w/o using bathroom or asking about it.
i assed through a venuefull of dancing girls, pretty girls with nice make up and hair, smiles, innocent. red brick walls. i bumped right into meghan She was all smiles. we kissed, no, i kissed her, and started to keep going, but kissed her again, fully, with all my love, this happened a few times before i kept going through, i had to (leave), something driving me, supposedly the bathroom, but i think i knew the bathroom was a cover up the whole dream. i was concerned with the CIA and mind control.
all the girls were blushing and all smiles and shyness and giggles. i wanted to stay with meghan, but...
i was part of a "gang" of sorts - gliding around the streets somehow.. until i found two bikes disguised as trash. handlebar on mine was all warped, the other was better. steering seemed as if it'd be difficult. with the bikes was all this "junk" which as soon as we saw it we thought "everything we need is in this pile" - even if we didnt know how or why, each piece was important, perhaps we could even discover what to do / plans by going thru the junk, which was pressed together into strange forms, almost making walls, walls made of art. wall art.
on the bike i left, pulled in front of everyone else, peddling around and around but not going fast at all, as it was a tiny bike. i saw 3 CIA in the median, aware they were watching me, they were 'manning' a construction orange light up sign, the sort that spells out directives such as 'left lane closed ahead'
they were in all black, dressed like cops. i didnt care. i knew they werent coming right then, just watching. a large dark skinned 'african' man, sweating, spitting like daffy duck towards me, trying to tell me something, but such gibberish. i thought him insane. shouting nonsense, how would i ever discover a message? i had no good reason to stop my slow ride for him. i was saying "fuck you" to him. this is when i woke.
there was a whole scene in which the details are much more fuzzy. a house, focused on one person, but full of people. i would be mentally harassed there, via vibes and stares, and groups of unspeaking hostile suits, demons, glaring. sweaty faces. no one else seemed to notice them or care.
i only wanted to be alone with this person. never could. i dont remember who it was. i was livid and ready to fight. one in particular, blonde guy, i wanted him dead. he was a really evil thing. mischevious fuckers.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
new old BS dream
i had a noise dream. i was rolling up all this copper, and wire, and pipes, and chimes, and plastic, all of it making incredible sounds, into this huge leaf. i was rolling the worlds largest noise fag. it changed size, and i was smoking it. passing it around, a peace pipe. it was still making sounds. eerie and beautiful.
there were some hostiles.. i don't remember now so well, but they were unforgiving. they didn't understand or relate. i was fine with that... passing the pipe... as I'm walking back toward my direction though, and it was getting darker, to my right i notice movement on the ground. 30 camouflaged Indians slithering in the muck, knives in mouths, i can see the whites of their eyes, glistening weapons and skin. they have my back. and i'm fine with that.
there were some hostiles.. i don't remember now so well, but they were unforgiving. they didn't understand or relate. i was fine with that... passing the pipe... as I'm walking back toward my direction though, and it was getting darker, to my right i notice movement on the ground. 30 camouflaged Indians slithering in the muck, knives in mouths, i can see the whites of their eyes, glistening weapons and skin. they have my back. and i'm fine with that.
Monday, February 23, 2009
BS TOUR
dream
INC, but no miami. think inc on tour. think i was supposed to be in philly.
i was naked in bed sitting up. the bedroom door was slightly open. the front picture window had a view of another noise house across the street. noise in both. some kinda big show. but it was daylight.. i sensed commotion across the street right after a particular person passed my door and crossed the street quickly, excitedly telling some fools at the other house to come back... maybe 10 cross the street in full arrogance, this "we're gonna kick some fucking ass man" strut, ive seen it many times.. im still sitting. i know they are going to come into the room for me. i think "its gonna trick them out when they see im nude! ha! smallminded egos"
SO theyve arrived at the house. at the door. where is the commotion? whats happened is that suddenly the energy is hushed... maybe they werent so excited about this in the first place. finally a girl comes in accusingly.
there were some jackasses there claiming i had some kinda affiliation with christianity that i was trying to hide. one of them pointed out a logo or something printed on an ankle strap i was wearing under pants, the kinda thing youd strap over your pants leg while riding a bike. so wow, hahaha, there was something there, oh no, totally busted. i leapt up onto the clapboard shoddy ass foot high stage, it was littered with silver microphone stands standing with different silver microphones of vintage nature, all of them wired up... the subliminator was in the crowd, perhaps about to go on soon? i yelled and laughed, jumped and hooted, called and wowed... not one of those mics helped me at all, the only things that were picked up were heavily effected, super short metallic delays, stuttering phase shifts, none understandable. it was my intention to tell these fools what fools they were by pointing out that i do my shopping at thrift stores, and, duh, theres your basis for having christian links on my clothes, its obvious to me, these places are full of promotional bullshit that they couldnt even give away, and christianity is one of the most self promotional organizations on the planet. IS the worlds most self promotional orginization.
but i spurted and laughed, bouncing up and down on this cheap stage, some hooted from the floor in excitement, but the message was lost, and that was fine i thought, it didnt and doesnt matter, just getting the irritation out that fools on earth cause me by showing what fool jackass sub animal being they can be, that was enough, i got it out.
later at a show there were still jackasses. big dumb dudes. picking up cases full of precious noise pedals and what, destroying them? stealing them? i know not what the intentions were. doesnt actually matter because i stopped this thick head with my shortwave, im like dude, fuck that, and i run around and swing, stab, poke punch breathe fire pull eyes out at all these motherfuckers and not one of them defends himself. runnin. yeah i know youre sayin Oh he's a big man in his dreams, like some jackie chan... you just let me catch you with my gear case dude. ill be breathing fire and shit. youll be all fucked up.
INC, but no miami. think inc on tour. think i was supposed to be in philly.
i was naked in bed sitting up. the bedroom door was slightly open. the front picture window had a view of another noise house across the street. noise in both. some kinda big show. but it was daylight.. i sensed commotion across the street right after a particular person passed my door and crossed the street quickly, excitedly telling some fools at the other house to come back... maybe 10 cross the street in full arrogance, this "we're gonna kick some fucking ass man" strut, ive seen it many times.. im still sitting. i know they are going to come into the room for me. i think "its gonna trick them out when they see im nude! ha! smallminded egos"
SO theyve arrived at the house. at the door. where is the commotion? whats happened is that suddenly the energy is hushed... maybe they werent so excited about this in the first place. finally a girl comes in accusingly.
there were some jackasses there claiming i had some kinda affiliation with christianity that i was trying to hide. one of them pointed out a logo or something printed on an ankle strap i was wearing under pants, the kinda thing youd strap over your pants leg while riding a bike. so wow, hahaha, there was something there, oh no, totally busted. i leapt up onto the clapboard shoddy ass foot high stage, it was littered with silver microphone stands standing with different silver microphones of vintage nature, all of them wired up... the subliminator was in the crowd, perhaps about to go on soon? i yelled and laughed, jumped and hooted, called and wowed... not one of those mics helped me at all, the only things that were picked up were heavily effected, super short metallic delays, stuttering phase shifts, none understandable. it was my intention to tell these fools what fools they were by pointing out that i do my shopping at thrift stores, and, duh, theres your basis for having christian links on my clothes, its obvious to me, these places are full of promotional bullshit that they couldnt even give away, and christianity is one of the most self promotional organizations on the planet. IS the worlds most self promotional orginization.
but i spurted and laughed, bouncing up and down on this cheap stage, some hooted from the floor in excitement, but the message was lost, and that was fine i thought, it didnt and doesnt matter, just getting the irritation out that fools on earth cause me by showing what fool jackass sub animal being they can be, that was enough, i got it out.
later at a show there were still jackasses. big dumb dudes. picking up cases full of precious noise pedals and what, destroying them? stealing them? i know not what the intentions were. doesnt actually matter because i stopped this thick head with my shortwave, im like dude, fuck that, and i run around and swing, stab, poke punch breathe fire pull eyes out at all these motherfuckers and not one of them defends himself. runnin. yeah i know youre sayin Oh he's a big man in his dreams, like some jackie chan... you just let me catch you with my gear case dude. ill be breathing fire and shit. youll be all fucked up.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Culture Jam #3
Pranksters print spoof NY Times
Front page of spoof paper
The spoof edition fooled many readers
A fake edition of the New York Times announcing the end of the Iraq war has been handed out to commuters in the US.
More than 1m free copies of the 14-page "special edition" newspaper were distributed mainly in the cities of New York and Los Angeles.
Another bogus story was about all Americans being given free health care.
A liberal group called the Yes Men, well known in the US for its practical jokes, claimed responsibility for the elaborate prank.
The fake paper - dated 4 July 2009 - had a motto on its front page which read "all the news we hope to print".
The hoax was accompanied by a web site that mimicked the look of The New York Times's real website.
A page of the spoof site contained links to dozens of liberal organisations, which were also listed in the print edition.
The fake edition surprised commuters, many of whom took the free copies thinking they were legitimate.
Later, the Yes Men issued a statement claiming responsibility.
"In an elaborate operation six months in the planning, 1.2m papers were printed at six different presses and driven to pre-arranged pickup locations."
The statement added that thousands of volunteers helped to distribute the fake edition.
A spokeswoman for the newspaper, Catherine Mathis said "This is obviously a fake issue of The Times. We are in the process of finding out more about it."
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
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