Friday, February 19, 2010

Today



Today I had some Ice Cream
I saw smiles
we drove with no destination but up
The sky inspired
developed a connection with a petal
veins, color, cracked and soft







I thought a great deal today about a great many things. I remember yesterday. I thought a great many things then. I hope that tomorrow I may still be able to attain the enjoyment of my creations.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Do you know what your going to make your life about? Do you have the power to test the limits of your imagination and make a trip down a rabbit hole not explored or even thought to be explored before? We are constantly looking for escapes like chickens who have clipped wings spending hours of our lives jumping up to try and get over a wire fence. Desiring the green grass, that shine and brightness tares our heart with longing and desire. We want what we seem to not be able to attain because it is the hunt, the adventure the mystery and the longing that we crave. We enjoy the digging of our own hole just to see how high we can climb.

Traces of my black self


Its time to beat the meat
Just toss it to the street
For everyone to greet
From the poor to the elite
All be suckin' from my tEET
Play the vision on repeat
No need to be discrete
I'll fuck you with my feet
Flame broil you with that Heat
On my dick you will take a seat
Accept your defeat
What were you THINKING wearing those pleats?

The Van


"We are all wired into a survival trip now. No more of the speed that fueled that 60's. That was the fatal flaw in Tim Leary's trip. He crashed around America selling "consciousness expansion" without ever giving a thought to the grim meat-hook realities that were lying in wait for all the people who took him seriously... All those pathetically eager acid freaks who thought they could buy Peace and Understanding for three bucks a hit. But their loss and failure is ours too. What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole life-style that he helped create... a generation of permanent cripples, failed seekers, who never understood the essential old-mystic fallacy of the Acid Culture: the desperate assumption that somebody... or at least some force - is tending the light at the end of the tunnel. "