Thursday, December 31, 2009
Electronic Blueprint
A little while ago, not much more than a few days ago, I was a child who went about in a world of colors, of hard and tangible forms. Everything was mysterious and something was hidden, guessing what it was was a game for me. If you knew how terrible it is to know suddenly, as if a bolt of lightning elucidated the earth. Now I live in a painful planet, transparent as ice; but it is as if I had learned everything at once in seconds.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Remedio
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Love Distortion
One day I will disappear completely.
The letters will mean nothing.
The world will get tired of me.
You will get tired of me.
I will get tired of myself, and die.
But I will never get tired of you.
For you, there will be no endings.
I will say your name over and over
Then i’ll be a flower, the one you’ll never pick.
And will endure the breathless waiting till boundaries disappear
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Forever and Ever
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Identity
Sunday, October 11, 2009
A Dios
"If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you."
Monday, October 5, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
Self Destruct
"Always that same LSD story, you've all seen it. 'Young man on acid, thought he could fly, jumped out of a building. What a tragedy.' What a dick! Fuck him, he’s an idiot. If he thought he could fly, why didn’t he take off on the ground first? Check it out. You don’t see ducks lined up to catch elevators to fly south—they fly from the ground, ya moron, quit ruining it for everybody. He’s a moron, he’s dead—good, we lost a moron, fuckin’ celebrate. Wow, I just felt the world get lighter. We lost a moron! I don’t mean to sound cold, or cruel, or vicious, but I am, so that’s the way it comes out. Professional help is being sought. How about a positive LSD story? Wouldn't that be news-worthy, just the once? To base your decision on information rather than scare tactics and superstition and lies? I think it would be news-worthy. 'Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death, life is only a dream and we're the imagination of ourselves' . . . 'Here's Tom with the weather.'
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Man at the Crossroads
"Religion has actually convinced people that there's an invisible man living in the sky who watches everything you do, every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a special list of 10 things he does not want you to do. And if you do any of these 10 things, he has a special place, full of fire and smoke and burning and torture and anguish, where he will send you to live and suffer and burn and choke and scream and cry forever and ever 'til the end of time! . . . But He loves you!"
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Son of Man
Well, so you have the apparent face, the apple, hiding the visible but hidden, the face of the person. It's something that happens constantly. Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see. There is an interest in that which is hidden and which the visible does not show us. This interest can take the form of a quite intense feeling, a sort of conflict, one might say, between the visible that is hidden and the visible that is present
Friday, September 11, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Scream
Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. And yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, or five times more? Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless...
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Empty Pursuits
Social delusion, clearly constructed
Human condition, morals corrupted
Trapped in reaction, lawlessness war
Dissatisfaction from bowels to core
Devil’s technology, strategy for
Human mythologies, urban folklore
Sick of psychology, counterfeit cure
Wicked theology, robbing the poor
Scheme demonology mislead the pure
Strictly strategically studying war
Light shown in darkness, image exposed
Few can see through the new emperor’s clothes
Lustful this hustle turn humans to hoes
When the blind lead the blind
Just more trouble and woes
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Wings To Fly
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Consonants and Vowels
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