Update

Bill Clinton gave an amazing speech tonight. I'm sorta just not that into writing on this blog lately. To the few readers out there, I apologize. Anyhoo. My dog is from Jamaica.

we meet again

Come in Honolulu. Can anyone read me out there? Come in. It's not the first day anymore, and the flitty little twits of our dreams have haunted us far too long, and have begun to wear on our patience. Memories litter the brain, jittery connections synapsing about in that little confined space of electricity and habitual behavior. The only thing we are sure of is that this too will change. The present moment can be grand, but not when the experience of it is being bombarded with the relived longings for what was. What will be is a mystery, but the future does not appreciate the negative influence of a brain that keeps floating old material which serves no purpose but misery.

The dread pirate spat "hoorah!" to the wind, and it flew back in his face. The chickens danced around the yard, the gorillas sat on their asses, and ate bananas. Another computer, and cheap sunglasses. We ate ravioli.

Soon the sun will go behind the clouds again. There will be a rainbow this afternoon. A car accident. A plane crashed in Spain. The sound of a helicopter in the distance. Love evaporating into the ether. The giants of the universe inhale it. We are breathed in, and exhaled out. Space. Empty time while the sand falls gently through the cracks, and into the void.

Don't Fuck with America

It’s been pretty interesting to watch the Russian Georgian conflict through the American eye. It is depressing to watch our government squirm in its own powerlessness. Russia’s invasion of two of Georgia’s northern territories has Russia boldly taunting the western democracies, their fingers pointing their noses up like a group of angry French waiters. America is doing some posturing and making scolding statements against Russia’s actions, but what is amazing is watching everyone in our government say as quietly and unnoticeably as possible that military action is really not on the table. It might almost make someone believe that we are finally coming to terms here, in America the Great, with our actual size on the world stage. We don’t seem to be standing up so big as we have been acting. We certainly aren’t going to go pick a fight with Russia. We thought we were pretty safe taking on enemies in Iraq, but we can’t even win there. We aren’t gaining much ground in Afghanistan, and we have amassed maybe the biggest debt in all of history, and who is the loan shark with the baseball bat to crack in our kneecaps if we can’t pay up? That’s just China. We don’t want to make them mad. We are suddenly bare assed, and despite the Viagra we’ve been consuming, we are just not the superpower we thought we were.
John Heroman McCain is busy trying to take advantage of these events, posturing as if he is the tuff guy, beside the fact that he looks like Skeletor. We got no tuff left in our bank. America is just not the powerhouse it thought it was. Our soaring eagle is paper thin. Many Americans are living life in a vacuum of debt, which is enriching the upper echelons. Instead of trickle down economics we are experiencing vacuum up economics. The super rich are packing their accounts with wealth as the debt of the nation and so many of its people just multiplies.
I’m hungry, let’s get a taco. Come to paradise, up here in the mountains of $1000 dollar a plate, McCain fundraisers, where a trailer costs a million dollars. The air is clean, if you can afford it.

Spinach, grass, sea cucumbers. Shrimp. Just disappearing into the two forces combating in this vessel. No movement. Movement. Get up!! No, I think i'll just lay here. Who is lying here? Who is not getting up? One of us wants to get up. The other just wants to lay here. Let's go running. No let's just lay here. Come on, let's go! No, I don't think so. Drowning in the slush of I don't think so, the battle wages on. Which wolf will we feed? Dilapidation or growth? Spin monkey. Spin you little son of a bitch!

Out into Nature

When a man just types senselessly into the dark, the keyboard becomes a journal. Oops, the man sometimes thinks, I've been posting my most personal thoughts and feelings out into the void for anyone to read. Not that people are that interested. I need to go back to politics and just the old basic storyline of crazy humanity in the modern world. But, I just can't think of anything new to say. Yesterday, my friend and I walked over some mountains and found our way to Crested Butte, Colorado. I'll work on writing something about that. I'm really bored with yellowjumpsuits. A decision must be made.

Feb-17-06

How does the water taste?
As the bubbles float to the surface?
It looks like hand blown glass
Alive. Infinite.

3/9/06

Slept the great sleep
Soft pillows of nothing
Falling into darkness

Am I that I am?

I’m not a big fan of clichés, but in this new millennium they seem hard to avoid. Everything written, in one form or another, has been written before. You can tell a story differently, but it’s probably happened somewhere, sometime, in the past. Someone has likely articulated it. We have comedy and drama, the laughing face and the sad one. As the Dancing Outlaw said, “there’s love in it, there’s happiness in it, there’s also sorrow, hatred and madness in it.” I was watching CNN this evening, as I’m prone to do in my weakest moments, and I heard some great advice on Larry King. One of the quantum physicists who spoke in the movie “What the Bleep do we Know” said “let’s say you are sitting on the couch depressed and feeling lousy, ask yourself WHO is depressed?” This is a great little exercise I found. It makes you realize that it’s not you. It’s a voice. Like the voice of sorrow, who articulates the sadness of the world, the desperation and desolation of life, it is only a voice, another habit in the void. We could also ask the question in times of ecstasy or happiness, who is happy? Then we come back to the I AM consciousness. I am that I am. This thing is neither empty nor full, half-empty or half-full, it just is, and existence as experienced by man is a matter of mind. We are prey to our mind, or we are benefited by it. Existence is many different colors, and one is no better than another, they are all necessary for the comedy or drama which ever exist in this world of life and death, love and loss, growth and dilapidation. I am that I am, and I fall victim to the chemical attachments in my brain. Who is addicted to these attachments? Who is prey to ecstasy or sadness depending on circumstances? The definition of the observer is what is malleable in this odd new world of post relativistic modernity, where everything means nothing, and nothing means everything. Truth has been crushed under the wheels of expanding thought and information. The information superhighway is littered with the writhing bodies of the limited beliefs of our past, yet we are still hardwired for our delusions and addictions, even though we know them to be destructive and not inevitable. We can only sail on in this odd new world of science, and choose to accept life in all its scientific deconstruction. It’s a strange day indeed when man has broken himself down into molecules. Who is the puppet master of this carbon based, oxygen breathing machine? Is it even possible for the life force to be depressed? What is the observer observing, and can it really separate itself from its own being? Maybe Larry King knows. Time only passes for those who are on the clock.

welp

So I've written some depressing shit the last few months. What do you know, I've been depressed. Before that was pure madness, which is a lot more fun for the madman, and maybe less fun for those in his path. During parties, special events, times of boredom, the madman was welcomed with his off-kilter message of a new dawn of civilization, destruction of human separation vis-a-vis the stupidity of organized religion and our system of color coding called race, which has been scientifically debunked by the reality that, oh shit, we are all just a bunch of humans. Oh. The human race you say? What about beliefs? Well, turns out those are pretty unrealistic as well, since we seem to learn something new everyday, which contradicts that which we believed yesterday. This is a dilemma, since we have habitually believed ourselves into separation for the past few thousand years, coming into contact with people "different" than ourselves, as we sometimes did, and still sometimes do. So it turns out it was all an oops, since we are all inbred to the max. That's right, Muslims were Jews, Christians were Jews, Jews were savages, and savages were holy in disbelief. Buddhists were warriors and Hindus. Yellow, White, Brown, Red, all of us peoples were black. Who cares right? I'll just turn on CNN, flip over to Fox News, and hear about Americas worries. A dwindling economy, nuclear proliferation, and more politics, luxury problems one might say. I'm tired of prophesies. 2012? What were you high? We'll see. I've had the vision, under the enlightenment of madness, and what did it get me? Another trip to the psych ward. When the world is insane, don't confront it with its insanity. Modern religion has never made so little sense. Hey people! You aren't going to win. The war against Islamic fascism? What a joke. East vs. West? Hah! The planet is round and is orbiting the sun, there is no east and west. We've done the work. We've gone out there far enough. It's time to come home. It's just one planet here. We are just one race. Why are we still killing each other? Why are we still fighting? Maybe it's because we are overpopulating the earth, and damaging the future for our descendants. What is the solution? Nuclear holocaust to avoid a population apocalypse? Who goes first? Eenie Meenie Minie Moe. Which of our brethren will be first to go? Or we could just ramp up our production of condoms, pay people to give up their sexual reproductivity, and give up the fallacy of our sovereignty as nations. Or work to convince everyone to drink the cool-aid so they can catch the next ride on Hale Bop.