malaka

I wish the Greeks would stop saying masturbator all the time. They say it all the time. Malaka, malaka, malaka. It's disgusting. I mean it's everywhere, they say it like americans say dude. We say asshole in the states, but that's pretty serious verbage. Jesus Christ. Quit with the malakas already.

a few thoughts

To be brief, my lust for life has returned, and with it my lust for writing. After a depressing summer, where I even pursued psychiatric treatment for my mental state, and was prescribed at least one azapam and one trigene, and neither worked to lift my spirits. Well I figured out exactly what prescription I needed, it´s an antidepressant called Barcelonazac. I needed an escape from the belly of the beast. Now, don´t get me wrong I love our Aspen, but we must acknowledge that it´s pretty close to buried in mountains right in the heart of the United States of America. Which brings us to politics; and I feel terrible about not being out there campaigning for Obama at this crucial time, when the neo-capitalistazis are coming on with a fury; and while they are not trying to kill a bunch of people off like the nazis of old, they are moving in an opposite, and also loco direction, trying to take over the rights of the body, and making sure that no potential cog in the capitalist machine is threatened. That´s right, it´s all about babies. The expansion of the market is really quite dependant on the so called right to life for these egg sperm combinations. Now, you may notice here, that I am not what they call "pro-life," but I really am pro life. I think life is great. But it´s not going to get any better with the population of the earth growing at the rate it is. It´s going to get a whole lot worse. I suppose I qualify as what they call "pro-choice," I believe in a womans right to choose. But let me go further and say, I´m pro abortion. If you don´t want it, are not ready for it, can´t afford it, aren´t going to be a good parent to it, then don´t have it for God´s sake! And don´t let anyone make you feel guilty for the decision you made, you´ll go through enough of that on your own. Because, after all, most of us really want one of those beautiful, cute creaturs, which light up our life, and make us remember what it´s all about: big curious eyes staring out at a brand new world of love, beauty, and innocence. But back to Skeletor, a product of five years of torture at the hands of people he was trying to bomb, who is 70 odd years old, and chose for his running mate a beautiful hockey mom who is as close to God and his "plan" (and of course it´s an oddly American plan) as she is to the giant bloody Caribou carcas she is smiling next to after slaughtering it with a high powered rifle. Great! Obama does seem like a great option in comparison. But I must admit for a moment, that I really don´t feel so guilty for not campaigning for him. I mean, I was all there, I was on board, but he´s really starting to grind on my nerves. The preacher talk, for example, is getting old. Dude, you´re a law professor and a senator, you are not Martin Luther King, but your wife is so darn cute, I imagine that you are far more faithful than the King. But what King have you ever heard of who was faithful? Come on. Anyways, my big problem with Barack is that terrible words, that Sean Hannity loves to use, are coming out of our Obamas mouth. "Now America is the Greatest Country in the World," or was it "I believe America is the greatest country in the world." Is that what I keep hearing him say. The two sides are bickering back and forth about distortions here, distortions there, but come on, Barack Obama taught Constitutional Law. For him to say that America is the greatest country on earth is like saying that the moon is made of cheese. Come on people, seriously, America is not the greatest Country on earth. There is no greatest country on earth, they all suck one way or the other. Was Rome, at the peak of its insane empire, the greatest country on earth? No. I thought Obama was the guy who was going to make the rest of the world like us again. You know what the rest of the world really hates about us? They hate that so many Americans think that we are the greatest country in the world. And some of these countries really hate when our government acts like it is the greatest country on earth. They hate it so much that they plot and scheme to blow us up for our actions. Anyhow, Mr. Obama, please, if you are going to make our country safer, please stop saying that idiotic thing. It´s the biggest lie I´ve heard in this whole campaign. You still have my vote though. And hey, all you people who are pissed off about me saying that America is not the greatest country on earth, you guys vote for Obama as well. Okay? Great, then we all agree. Aloha from planet not-America. It´s good out here.

Instead of praying, I ate cheesesteak
and drank red wine,
sat and watched the lizards talk,
and pretended that I was in control
forgetting for a long moment that I was only a passenger on this spaceship
Floating amidst powers beyond comprehension
Then a backpack clad spaniard leaned over me,
gently grabbed my pen, and drew a peace sign on the page
and I wanted to cry from the sheer beauty of a moment standing in the light of the immensity of existence
and a tearful rememberance of my significant insignificance,
and the maze of desires, wishes, wants, and dreams,
that built a wall up blocking gratitude,
the thank-you to life which is all there really is to wish for,
because it offers the only pure happiness in this illusion of the flesh,
and the inevitable loneliness of being alive,
as the world rushes by
and dilapidates the fulfillments of our selfish wants,
leaving us alone and empty,
ready to feel the gratitude of pure being,
a happiness which makes us cry,
and folds us in half with apologies for our forgetfullness to the universe
as we thank the great void for existence as a silly lizard
who every so often remembers to say thank you,
and then, most probably, proceeds to get drunk,
trying not to forget the beauty in everything
amidst crashing stock markets, the smell of stale cigarettes,
and hearts bursting with love,
a great big human family
spinning around on this big round spaceship
in the midst of unknowable infinity

9/17/08

An angel crawls up from hell,
searching for a new life,
yet the road is hidden,
time limited,
as the sand falls through the hourglass and is forgotten.
The streets are littered with shrimp heads,
rotting flesh,
and dreams.
Another plane lands,
and the passengers live another day,
rushing away from each other into their little worlds,
alone.
We were close to the ocean,
but we had no idea,
just the miracle of life

9/17/08

What are we doing in outer space?
Why do we always pursue the beyond?
I suppose it´s human nature,
but when does progress become a basic waste of time?
Modern science,
the age of oil,
Love in the time of Fossil fuel.
Waiting for things to change,
waiting for the gifts of life,
happiness, love,
an upward swing from where we have grown down.
There is a loneliness that comes with living without a community,
the life of a lone nomad,
at home nowhere, and everywhere,
and the fellows of his heart are constantly lost,
but never forgotten
on the long strange ride around the planet.
He disapears,
constantly searching for a place,
never fully content,
always searching,
seeking a home and love,
and some purpose,
in a modern world of dilapidated meaning.

Off to Barcelona 9/16/08

Hot red wax accumulates around the edges of this hole,
The personality,
the one original thing in the universe,
be it planet, plant, animal, or man.
The thick liquid accumulates all over my mind,
hampering the truth,
rushing over my soul with the treacherous breath of societies demands on the battered self

Sept. 2 2008

Time is strange lately
the hooves are mouthing hot on the french horizon
Green drips of terror eat a the fragile ageing mind
Iceicles forming around the edges
Pencil scribbles darkness lines
the edge of something beautiful
the edge of despair
Dreams and requests from the almighty,
the infinite universe,
the unknown,
The burial

8/21/08

Whatever it is in here, as these molecules crawl through us like a prysmatic blossoming, suddenly the words like red blue and green flags waving and laughing now.
So the two monkeys sit and crack while the giants exlplode the universe,
while nothing is happening.
It´s quiet, and the ladies are gone and the morning has left his damp imprint on the soft coves,
and the hearts beating perfect as he looks at the scenery.

The Fool

They say that the fool who knows he is a fool is wise for this, while a fool who thinks he is wise is called a fool indeed. Well I've been a fool who thought he was wise, but life has a way of reminding one of his own silliness. Love and pain are so intertwined , it's like living under water. There is no sense. The fool thinks of his greatness, and the fool thinks of his misfortune. The fool is lost, and cannot find the middle way. I'm off to Europe today. I don't have a clue, and I'm running late to get ready and take off for the airport. Strange days from a strange year.

Greatest Country on Earth

Well tomorrow I take off for Barcelona, leaving this little hamlet of wealth and beauty called Aspen. Except for my extreme laziness of late, which resists movement of any sort, I'm exited. I'm sad that I will be missing the presidential debates, but also grateful to escape the insanity of this strange and awful campaign season. Two candidates are now running on a platform of change. Change Change Change. Well Bullshit. What exactly is going to change? Barack, the other night, and I've heard him say it a few times, said: "America is the greatest Country on earth." Sounds a lot like Sean Hannity to me. How exactly is America the greatest Country on earth? Is it our huge collection of nuclear weapons? Is it our wide variety of reality TV shows? Is it our great population of obese, and coastal enclaves of anorexia and bulimia? Barack, why would you say that we are the greatest country on earth? That is a stupid thing to say. I thought you were the guy to restore our reputation around the world. You know what those other countries are tired of? They are tired of Americans thinking that they are better than everyone else. We are not. There is no greatest country. And we are not high up on the list of greatest countries. We have most dictatorships beat. Countries all over the place have their own little and big problems. And we have more than our share. Greatest country on earth my ass. Mr. Obama, you are not helping restore my hope, and while you don't scare me as much as McCain, you are losing my faith. I'm off to Europe, where the wine tastes like wine, and people are a slight more mellow than in this haven of capitalist consumption and endless want for more. But i'll be back. I'll try and keep you informed.

Montezuma Adventure

Well before I go trying to put myself to sleep, I have to just for a moment stop and swirl the laughing face! And then ask myself, now wait a minute, was the world not completely insane enough, without having to add molecules to the nuclei? LSD. Flush that perfect union synchronicity out into the everything back into the moment, as the trees breathed as we breathed, and the present suddenly appeared, undeterred. But then here we were, again, humans, in the middle of this universal perfection all breathing together and flowing out into infinity. And we were confused. This was all so connected and the lines bent to allow us to see the corners of the mystery like tracers clawing round our paws. And there it was. The moment. The present. Perfection in all it's breathing majesty. From the ground through our tissues, we are the fiber of the all. The molecule. It makes up everything. But that's just the drugs talking, or that's just the truth talking, and maybe normal reality is what's known amongst the druish thinkers as that same old swine rag flemgoribbish as we've heard before. We have no idea what is going down here. We want to find and mate and reproduce. How complicated we've made everything with our mighty and grandiose minds. We still eat sleep and fuck, but there is love in everything. The source. The source of the wind. The breath of the trees we see enveloping each other when we sit and watch them breath. All the dimensions exist at the same time, and they wrap us in secret caves, separate from each other, but all breathing as one. The main organism. The big Secret. And tomorrow, we wake up, and go to work, and let the train leave the station yet again, from just another pair of warn lenses looking back down the line, and asking why. The dance is circular, like life. "It's all circles" one molecule said to his friend, in the midst of all this meaninglessness. Look at the sunset. Look at the Mountains. The rock beneath our feet, and the creek of reflections flowing through the meadow. The stars in the sky, and we all breath together. Breath in. Breath out. Breath in, Breath out.

Campus Priest Accused of Dealing Coke

Alright. Three cheers for a priest who offers his flock the powdered lord! For a price, his believers can buy a ride on the white horse, with an increased heart rate, and flap mouthed ecstasy. At least he wasn't molesting kids, just doing God's work and selling dope. Sweet. Reminds me of a guy in Hawaii who started The THC Ministry. You can go in there and be blessed with the cannabis sacrament, and get a neat little card that says weed is part of your religion. Maybe the Catholic priest should have covered his ass a little better and started the Church of the Lords Blow. I'm sure his church would be filled with jittery believers, jonesing for a little bit of God in their nasal canals.

Thoughts for Obama

I was talking about balls in my previous post, and Barack Obama needs to get a new pair. While NBC and FOX attack each other for being biased, the Fox after NBC for being Obama cheerleaders, and NBC after FOX for licking Mccain’s hoohaa in their fair and balanced way, Barack is getting pit-bulled left right and center. Come on, Mr. Obama please wake up, out of your monotone, slow and deliberate, overly thought out commentary, and push back a little bit. Please Barack, before it’s too late. You are losing the election as we speak. The lipstick on pigs comment was a really dumb thing to say by the way. Did you not listen to Sarah Palin’s speech? Come in Honolulu. She told a joke about the difference between hockey mom’s and pit-bulls. Lipstick was the difference. Now, let’s be clear, I understand that McCain has used the lipstick on a pig comment, as have a number of other politicians over the years. I know you weren’t calling Sarah Palin a pig. Your timing was bad. That old overused line about lipstick on a pig, not a great time to use it. You have likely put that line away for the foreseeable future. Thanks to you, we probably won’t have to hear it again for quite some time. Sarah Palin looks more like a rat anyways. But with lipstick on she’s a damn fine rat!

Listen Mr. Obama, please. In case you didn’t get the memo, politics in America is a fast game. You lost your upper hand. Your slow, mellow, thoughtful, painfully emotionless speech is not working anymore. In case you missed it during the last two elections, the Republicans have a winning strategy. Make the other guy look like a pussy. That’s what they do, and they are doing it to you! You are doing it to yourself. Americans don’t want a sissy for their president, and the Republicans have been working this angle effectively for a few years now. They did it to Al Gore, and they did it to John Kerry. They made them look like girly men. Barack, being mellow and thoughtful worked with Hillary, she outmanned you for sure, but she’s actually a woman, and what do you know, you beat her in the primary, but barely! Get some nuts man! Like I said, it’s all about balls. If Hillary had some pictures of her with guns, and sitting next to large dead animals, she may have had you. You are not standing up very well against your vice presidential opponent, maybe that’s why Mccain picked her, because he is too old to look tuff, despite his history as a military man. And let’s not forget he was in the Navy, the sissy arm of the armed forces.

You didn’t stand up to Bill O’Reilly when he interviewed you. You just sort of stumbled thoughtfully along, while he rolled all over you. Stop thinking so much! Americans don’t have a long attention span, so while you may have all the answers, people don’t pay attention long enough to hear it. They just see you waffling, or silent, and think you may have lost your voice, or your balls! I know you don’t want to seem like an angry black man, but you are running against an angry white man who shakes his withered fist with glee. Try talking a bit faster. Stand up for God’s sake, and stop your halting speech. They want to drill, drill, drill, and bomb, bomb, bomb, you have to say no, no, no, and say it with some heart. You may not notice, what with all the cheering crowds, but you are being dressed in drag darling. You are getting sissified, and you are not helping your case. Come on Obama. McCain and Palin are worse than four more years of Bush. They are the doomsday team. Start talking about it. Tell us you will bring us peace, while they will bring us war, but say it like a man, not like an embarrassed sex ed teacher, timidly talking about things you are not comfortable with. Say something loud, and stop talking like Martin Luther King. America does not want a preacher for a president, but it does want someone who can stand up to Admiral Skeletor and a red headed pit-bull wearing lipstick.

We've Got Balls!

What goes up must come down. The coming down is the hardest part. But it’s all circles in this strange universe of universes, and so what goes down, must come up. We don’t need the Large Hadron Collider to tell us that this whole strange mess is made up of little tiny balls. It used to be the atom was the smallest that we knew. Then the balls got smaller, and then we had quarks, gum balls, and nuclei. The elusive Higgs bosons could be the next discovery if the Collider doesn’t create a black hole which will swallow us all. We’re made of little molecules, just a bunch of balls. All of us. Man, dog, frog, swallow, slug, and crab, we’re a bunch of little balls all wrapped up together in a variety of different shells. What about the Anti-Christ? What about the empty space? Planets are going around and around, a bunch of balls rotating just so. And the universe, what does it mean? What about Anti-matter? The tree of knowledge is getting barren, we’re eating all the fruit off, and the world is not the better for it. But we were warned, weren’t we? But we had too many balls in our brains, and we just couldn’t seem to help ourselves. We’ve made quite a mess out of this garden of Eden. Our balls are out of control! Sarah Palin and her overactive ovaries, balls creating balls, and John Mccain who got his balls busted at the Hanoi Hilton. Exactly how does enduring a bunch of torture at the hands of people you were trying to bomb make one a hero? Well, I guess it took balls to endure what he endured. And balls make heroes, as sure as they make devils. Well, praise the balls of God, here we are, and still here, despite our quarks, and quirks, and atom bombs. God bless our balls, spinning around, going up and down, and around and around. There is no answer to the question we weren’t supposed to ask. The more we learn, the farther we seem to move from the truth. But we keep asking questions, which just goes to show you, we‘ve got balls.

Seems pretty innocent. Yet they say the experiment could cause us to be swallowed by a black hole. Down down down. Little balls everywhere.

I'm tired of being angry about things, so i'll just let this guy do it for me

Wow

John Mccain is the Anti-Christ. I had no idea until the end of his speech. Oh Shit! We may be in trouble.