oh to glide on the water in my boat sprawled out in a hammock
spun wistfully between masts, on some day now long forgotten, having fallen
into the gap of routine, where i found in my travels, is where bliss
resides for the few many; sun pouring on the matted hair on my too skinny
chest - salty wind exploring the not so recently plucked cavities of my
dinosaur nose that protrudes from my face almost in anger at some long lost
joke at my expense - the rhythmic rocking of hull against waves
reverberating the beats of some long forgotten waste of a track that
travelled on now worn needles across peaceful black, spinning in front
T.T.T.V.
t.errified
t.asty
t.antalizing
v.isions
turn on.
truth shuts off
merrily watched falsehoods
(build buy build buy)
worlds for you to walk in
pockets open doors
to shiny old re-polished carefully created schools of thought
to
(build buy build buy)
which ones shall it be
truths that are so self evident
we the people absorb our daily intake
r.d.a.
'oh father who art in congress
hallowed be thy rates
thy credit come
thy will be done
on earth as it is in debit
and give us this day our daily head'
to put on and wear what we've been fed
-GOOD MORNING DEAD-
walking out from your crowded homes
with crap and shit th
drops
beauty wrapped in sickness
that you cling to for safety
calmness in the eye of your storm
capturing
the moment that love stood still
long enough for me to catch up with you
running away from him you stopped.
stood.
stared.
stillness.
voices
echoing whispered silent decisions in black velvet caves
brought here to stay awhile and
sitting against soft walls
I cry tears that fly through you
and back to me again
stroking your wicked fur
lining your selfish bones
stranded love dancing
on my insecure thrones
throwing broken moans
fasting on this wounded pride
talking on silent phones
this self I try to hide
selfishly meek I cried
satisfied careful reflexes
he heard, you say, you tried
slinging vibrant black deaf tones
thru my windowless church,
echoing
starting, gasping, stood in front of you
watching lips caress air
from my blaring radio head
torn frequencies splitting crashed waves
speaking what I've been fed
before I grasped
clutched
caressed
stabbed
frantic dots trickle on glass
instantly passing from present
to past
stre
I need a friend
oh give me a clone
of my own flesh and bone
with it's Y chromosome changed to X
and when it is grown
then my own little clone
will be of the opposite sex
p.ersonal c.omputation by idiotekniQues, literature
Literature
p.ersonal c.omputation
p.ersonal c.omputation
a cacophony of silicon parts, and soft,
digital thoughts from a random port,
compiled experiences of global ones and zeroes,
now be prepared to find your heroes.
as far east impulses dance with west,
randomly accessed memories co-exist at best,
prancing thoughts of angels and demons,
sending out our cries and beacons.
the clicking clatter of our worldly bodies,
thru which we eject our emotion's volleys,
are frantic dots that trickle on glass,
instantly passing, from presence to pasts,
posing queries and dreams and visions,
as carbons and electrons start their frictions
our trusty steeds shall now assist
i am sad.
someone stole my thought,
that is how abstract it was,
such a sliver of cognition,
that it....
was plucked out like fuzz
offending a sweater.
i shall have to hope
to come up with better.
simple things
simple things
someone stole my thought,
that is how abstract
it was.
such a sliver of cognition
that it was plucked,
in part,
or whole in fact;
like fuzz offending a sweater's diction.
seemingly floated away unfettered.
perhaps it felt offended, or lonely,
a leaning towards being first or bettered,
amongst the plain, pomp and cacophony,
contained in my simmering, warm sauna.
where spice, philosopher kings and comics,
rub elbows and spit amongst my fauna.
where complexes, urges, live like stoics.
at least they, bless them, give me permanence,
sanity, or some sort of resemblance.
Current Residence: garden state 'o fun Favourite style of art: street-life photography, conceptual Operating System: xp pr0 on a self built rig. MP3 player of choice: iAudio X5L 30gb Wallpaper of choice: archie bunker's! kickin it old school... Skin of choice: whitish, olive skinned, with hair. im greek after all. Personal Quote: my sanity has methodically slipped through my grasping hands.
Well China was an experience. The diversity of what we saw was profound. From the hazy industrial looking-and-almost apocalyptic streets of Beijing, to the soaring Buddhist mountain of Emai, the royal cuddly presence of Pandas, to the Bladerunner like vista of Shanghai. We saw the chic and rich up and coming to the plain and simple peasants. We saw the tourist attractions and the out of the way places.
China had it all, and we only tasted a small offering of her people and places.
I knew it was going to be a good trip when the moment we landed we had a tour guide who had us call him Happy, with a contagious smile and upbeat demeanour -
T minus 8 days and counting until I step upon Chinese ground with my partner in crime and love of my life!
Various photographer journals I have read describe Shanghai as 'the city in Bladerunner'. Sounds good to me. I can dig.
I expect to see Jenn eat more rice in 2 weeks than she has eaten in her entire life until now.
I expect to get a suit for 50 bucks.
I expect to pee my pants when I forget the Chinese word for bathroom.
I expect Jenn to take a pic of me having just peed myself.
If there is a god, I expect to meet him on the top of a holy buddhist peak, Emai mountain, at sunrise one morning.
I expect to sleep little and experience
Just placed the order for two canon 30d cameras :D :D :D :D :D
:bounce:
jenn and i shall be very pleased in a few days - going from p&s cameras to a nice dslr - this shall be a fine summer indeed!
using the word 'indeed' in a sentence is also cause for more joy - this is becoming too overwhelming.
i must go now,
see you all amidst intervals,
athos