Oh how the kitty is wise
as she lounges
and when she awakens,
she bites and tears my flesh
I love pussies
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Friday, October 14, 2005
Climax by C.Zurzolo
If she
asks me
I'll say
marry the one
that
ignites
poetry
and passion
because in the end
a man is a man is a man is man is a man.
asks me
I'll say
marry the one
that
ignites
poetry
and passion
because in the end
a man is a man is a man is man is a man.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Untitled 15a
And we
attacked
with the
locusts
decimated
by hoses
and dreams
like the birds
in unison
of the distance
attacked
with the
locusts
decimated
by hoses
and dreams
like the birds
in unison
of the distance
Untitled 15
Do you
remember
the days
of slavery
when capital
decided
to build
on the temple
fools
project
lust
valleys
do you
remember
remember
the days
of slavery
when capital
decided
to build
on the temple
fools
project
lust
valleys
do you
remember
Current Events
The eternal lovers prepare to copulate while a foolish smurf unleashes the terror from its crypt.
In other news:
1.It has now been proven that there once lived a race of humans less than a meter in hieght. They were discovered on the island of Flores Indonesia
2. They re sending a special robot deeper into the Grand pyramid of Egypt. Apparently they just figured out that they havent actually discovered the true tomb. They reckon there is a larger stranger one concealed inside. Results of this expedition will be out within the next couple of months.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Being is Mind
I'm trying to collapse epistemology into ontology, or trying to show that just b/c we can know things in many ways, it doesn't mean that the result is some fundamental relativity that makes everything meaningless al extremo. Said another way, we've wrongly believed that the thing in itself is itself from what we know of it, and since things can be known in many ways, the things are many and of themselves, isolated, always to vitiate their relations, but never to touch.
Yes, in one sense, this is true, but the fact that something can be known is the unifying fact of the matter. All is not lost! Things can be known, as such, things are.
It is.
Blessed is the faith.
But this isn't your run of the Mill (ha ha) esse et percipi or cogito ergo sum, as the knower, while crucial, is not relevant here, simply because things can be without us, and thus a human mind independent reality is effectively clear. So really, whether the things can be known is essentially irrelevant, as this provides no place for proving or affirming existence.
Things simply are.
It is.
Almighty Source.
Yet, can things be known without us? Things can be without us, but can they be known without us?
I believe yes, as to me, being is knowing, being is mind.
Forever, and ever.
Yes, in one sense, this is true, but the fact that something can be known is the unifying fact of the matter. All is not lost! Things can be known, as such, things are.
It is.
Blessed is the faith.
But this isn't your run of the Mill (ha ha) esse et percipi or cogito ergo sum, as the knower, while crucial, is not relevant here, simply because things can be without us, and thus a human mind independent reality is effectively clear. So really, whether the things can be known is essentially irrelevant, as this provides no place for proving or affirming existence.
Things simply are.
It is.
Almighty Source.
Yet, can things be known without us? Things can be without us, but can they be known without us?
I believe yes, as to me, being is knowing, being is mind.
Forever, and ever.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Pegasus
Pegasus Stensil By Anita Sharma
Frisbee Art By Andrew Courtnage
Photo and Frisbee Destroyed By Jesse e.j. Quesnel
Artist Wanted
Heyo Selfish Reason HERE!
I'm working on a companion book of peoms to go with one I wrote several years ago. I want some art/pictures/photos for these two!
what to do from nine to five
I used to build world in my mind
everyday before I fell asleep.
I would make my own gods.
I would make my own rules.
then I'd run around in it
like a mouse
in it's wheel.
Till I tired myself out.
I told these dreams
to some friends.They said:
"you should be a fantasy writer"
I couldn't take the criticism:
"fantasy!" Even now
I hate the word.
Dreams come true you see
a fantasy was never meant to be.
Lover
I never fucked anybody
and some people
never made love
others just had sex
one day,
my lover
turned around
and fucked the hell out me
while
I sat there blinking
a deer
in the headlights
on
and
off
the road.
P.S> Sorry if you discovered Bukowski early in your life and are bored to death by this!
I'm working on a companion book of peoms to go with one I wrote several years ago. I want some art/pictures/photos for these two!
what to do from nine to five
I used to build world in my mind
everyday before I fell asleep.
I would make my own gods.
I would make my own rules.
then I'd run around in it
like a mouse
in it's wheel.
Till I tired myself out.
I told these dreams
to some friends.They said:
"you should be a fantasy writer"
I couldn't take the criticism:
"fantasy!" Even now
I hate the word.
Dreams come true you see
a fantasy was never meant to be.
Lover
I never fucked anybody
and some people
never made love
others just had sex
one day,
my lover
turned around
and fucked the hell out me
while
I sat there blinking
a deer
in the headlights
on
and
off
the road.
P.S> Sorry if you discovered Bukowski early in your life and are bored to death by this!
Monday, October 10, 2005
Untitled 17
some of us
survive
some of us
are still
alive
listening
to the flesh's
holy vibe
restless
pleasure
device
survive
some of us
are still
alive
listening
to the flesh's
holy vibe
restless
pleasure
device
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