Breakfasts-- Grapefruit Moon and Sneaky Dee's

Night, Bloor St.

Parallel Existence

What if every normal existence concealed a successful simulation? Not a perverse or romantic one, but a simulation that was perfectly banal - a parallel existence which did not intersect with the other(from time to time, however, the parallel lines meet and catastrophe ensues). Baudrillard

Tomb of the Dentists

Ancient tombs of royal dentists uncovered in Egypt. Check it out here.

Sunset

Dan, I hope the Label had insurance.....

after last night`s show.

Canadian Infantry Near Nijmegen, Holland, by Alex Colville

This painting depicts the Royal Winnipeg Rifles, marching along a dyke in Holland late in WWII.

The artist used his father's hands and face as a model for the soldier in front.

Compassion

"I'm not sure that a true and sustained love can exist without compassion."
"The love of our neighbour in all its fullness simply means being able to say to him: "what are you going through?" It is a recognition that the sufferer exists, not only as a unit in a collection, or a specimen from the social category labelled unfortunate but as a man, exactly like us, who was one day stamped with a special mark of affliction. For this reason it is enough , but it is indespensible, to know how to look at him in a certain way."

Shawna Lemay on compassion and also quoting Simone Weil.
CV2 Magazine

Canadian Infantry of the Regiment de Maisonneuve, moving through Holten to Rijssen, Netherlands. April 9, 1945

WWII Helmet

Days before Normandy

Take a moment....

rageElegently

The philosophy of art reinforcement (revised: discussion sought and required)

1. The philosophy of art reinforcement is about the nature of goodness in creativity, or what obtains from focused intuitive behaviour, viz. the capacity of art to improve people’s quality of life; it makes them healthy.

2. It does not confuse the individual production of art, the social production of art, and the ontic qualities of art, viz. those that inform a value theory to art, or an ontology of aesthetics.

3. It is about all artists, established and emerging.

4. It is about collaboration.

5. It is about recognising the inherent artistic qualities of all material production (linked to the ontic nature of art or an ontology of aesthetics).

6. It is about openness, acceptance, fairness, and discipline.

7. We are the stewards of the land.

8. It is about the belief that this one is the best one, and you do it over and over again because you want it to be as good as the last.

9. Art is an answer as ambiguous as the question.

Arnold Ross

This guy introduced me to a new perspective on life in my teens. He basically taught me to always look for the "other" right answer in a situation.
He was 67. R.I.P.

Visitations

The arc angelic
is covenant and similitude
playing the sounds
of swords on fire
and the dawn's hat
is not his own
and you listen
'cause he says
that you can never
lose, flying
on 32 hours
of rage and sleep

Reach

I see the forest
through the trees.
Whispering softly
in the breeze.

The black pools
swirl underneath.
Quietly undisturbed
for centuries.

I hear the song
through the trees.
blissful, at peace,
tranquil, and serene.

The filth of their dead in the air they breathe.
The souls of their ancestors fuel our machine.

Thoughts on Toronto

sleeping grey termite angels don't forget the earth
give brith to hgh tech renunciation of the foreign occupation
the situation needs an ultra-radical reinvestigation
reinterpretation by the ultimate Dungeon Master
Spell caster
Don't watch TV. Beleive me there's nothing more important at the moment
than sharing the salty honey. Lot's of money coming for your liberation.
Le front du liberation du Quebec sent a big cheque. Check it out, they want to know when's the next referendum. Referendum of the soul. Mind control. Everyone here is a hobo. All praise the Rastaman Richard Nixon because he likes it straight with no fixins. Espionage and medieval torture. Sorting the wheat from the chaff. Selling Cocaine and Hash to an undercover cop dressed in plain clothes.

Wandering alone on the streets in Winter. Lost without coffee. The cost is too high. Get high tonight somewhere in th subway. Subteranean anarchists. Terrorism therapists offering prescription medication to cure your kindness. Feed you blindness to the violence of the babylon system. New mission: wake up, tune in, turn on, drop out, rise up singing. Bringing on a dark Raven. Stop shaving. Grow your hair long like a cro-magnon man. The infinite potential of the human species wil explode like feces on a fan.

Nubile pixie maidens skinny-dipping with the thunder god Raiden. Wack Mc's fading fast can't outlast the energizer. Dealing legitimate ryhms and rythems to the masses. Casting neolithic necromancy. Bringing on the classless society. Anxietites about mouths to feed diminish in the finish because King Arthur's fish get fried on a round table. Not in the oval office.

Tibetan Demon with a thousand arms. You can't steal me lucky charms. Hydroponic farms in space. Supersonic narsissus. Antarctic foxxy lady slim shady cowgirl camoflauged like a cobra hood over the eyes rising up to meet my maker. Gonna have a soul shake down party tonight. can't fight the vapour.

I Poured some liquid nitrogen into my third eye so that I can see the guy who sings the lullaby of creation. Instigating noble discussion. Sonic Cuncussion on the heads of demons living within the percussion. Fussin anf fighting. Flying giant kytes into space. Chasing the Chaser. The race is against my doppleganger.

Jeweled case unlocked with a skelaton key coat hanger. Headbangers and hippies together at last. Past lives relived again and again. Pain and pleasure weighed against a lead feather. The tickle trunk has tobacco and knives inside. Raw hide whip weilded by the sky mistress. Distress signals from mother earth. What's your soul worth if it's cold and old and all your stories have already been told?

Yet infinite images appear on the screen. Same goddess, different dream. Prostitution in mayan temples. Simple overhauls of Roman consitutions. Draconian principles inacted by proto-human beings. Seeing aliens between thought and vision. Imprisoned like mosquitos in amber.

The hamburgler stole the burgerkiing's crown And wendy'sfrown won't fade now the Peter has moved n to another Never-Neverland. He's thinking: If only tinkerbell wasn't so tiny. If only the shooting star wasn't so shiny Id ride that rocket into the stratasphere.Now Im thinking clear outsidethe sphere. Must be the high percentage Lucky Beer. Like Kim Jong Ill I rule a rogue nation. Patience being a virtue. Virtual sex emailed by federal express for 56 cents a minute.

Chicken hawks soaring through the radiation sky, searching for petroleum on a linoleum floor. Get out of my kitchen or Ill give you a lickin you won't soon forget. I went to Wonderland in Washington DC. You arrested my freinds but can't catch me. Impressive architecture. Beautiful city. Check out the choppers aren't they pretty. Look at the coppers, beaten by a kitty.

Where is the terror? It's over the ocean. Attached to the kaoss machyn of perpetual motion. Everybody do the locomotion. The ocean is Bacardi Gold Rum. All the pirates have Bombay Bum. Scum on their shoes. Clues left by criminals. Picked up by sherlock Holmes dressed like a primitive wearing headphones.

Love from above like heaven's dove. Quit my job pulling weeds. All my needs like lint in the dryer. Girl we can still get higher so come on baby light my fire. Where's the flint? Fred Flintstone was the archeological mastermind behind the Navaho find. a crystal machine built by the ancients. A stone age rocket designed with patience.

Conclusion:

Ill bet your wondering why Im wasting my time tasting the otherworld with broken music and absurd rymes. it's all about breaking out of rational thought. Don't try to think cuz you're bound to get caught. left to rot in the Maya realm of duality. reality is not one, not two, but three and everything in between. So stop trying to figure it out and just be. Check it out the phat beats up in your house. Feeling the punk arse beats deep up in your house. Smoke tiger eats fire inside your house. Smoke Tiger clan way back in your house. Hands in the air the smoke tiger's there. Getting down low is the smoke tiger's show.

Hi-Fi, low tech, lowerworld, uppperdeck. Front row vortex. Pirate sex on tropical islands. Find the booty in the forgotten mine. eye and I be praisin the rastafari. Godkings keeping it up for the most high. Sensimillion miles away from the Tower of Babylon.

Under the awning of limited perceptions. Reflections of stoneage awareness. Speech inlfections unlocked through intoxication. Aproximations of when Im going to die. Mass media promoting perpetual dust in the third eye. Blind to our enlightened potential. Influential pop stars fulfilling consequential roles in monumental mythological mass-conciosness auditoriums. Prophets placed in insanitoriums. race war cartoons. Neo-con goons faking trips to the moon. Im marooned in a lagoon of loniliness. My platoon will soon perish in the war against the american sherrif. Cherish these days of abundance. Substantial development in the fulfillment of fun. dancing with your arms waving in the air as if you were riding a bucking bronco.

tatanka the white bufalo god called, he thanks the tanks and ranks of wankers who sank the titanic. But I think he was talking in riddles. Because God's fiddles don't sound for those who twiddle their thumbs instead of getting with the dopest shizzle. Smoke Tiger is soft like drizzle then BANG lightning strikes feel the blaze hear it sizzle.

Pictish warrior dressed like Zorro. Tommorrow never comes for yesterday's joys and sorrows. savor it all like the saviors life saver. Midnight Ravers ride the waves of bioelectric ice cream flavours.

I am a thermodynamic entitiy overdosed on time smoking ectoplasm in a kayak on the Rhine.

The Truth About Dr. ALfA

My complaint about Dr. Michael Sebastian ALfA, Sr.

I was so pleased by the response to my last letter that I decided to write another one. Don't worry; I have plenty of new stuff to say about Dr. Michael Sebastian ALfA, Sr. and his devotees. Permit me this forum to rant. I frequently wish to tell him that he is one of the world's major voices of defeatism. But being a generally genteel person, however, I always bite my tongue. I must emphasize that he coins polysyllabic neologisms to make his magic-bullet explanations sound like they're actually important. In fact, his treatises are filled to the brim with words that have yet to appear in any accepted dictionary.

Even Michael's horoscope says he's pesky. This position, in large part, parallels civil libertarianism, but with particular emphasis on the fact that I have frequently criticized Michael's unspoken plan to cause people to betray one another and hate one another. He usually addresses my criticisms by accusing me of Lysenkoism, gangsterism, child molestation, and halitosis. Michael hopes that by delegitimizing me this way, no one will listen to me when I say that it's really not bloody-mindedness that compels me to follow knowledge like a sinking star beyond the utmost bound of human thought. It's my sense of responsibility to you, the reader. My goal for this letter was to push the envelope on our knowledge of the world around us. Know that I have done my best while trying always to spread the word about Dr. Michael Sebastian ALfA, Sr.'s pugnacious doctrines to our friends, our neighbors, our relatives, our co-workers -- even to strangers. Let an honest history judge.

'Ying and Yang', from the "Letters of Desire" alphabet book project by artist Yuko Shimizu. Click through this image to see the whole collection.

Novemberton, Alberta

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