raw foods

you'd think a raw foods diet would be the epitome of laziness. but it's actually rather complicated.

tonight I shall dream as bunny do.

za za

I am thankful that I do not quantify my life by the standards of music festivals and live shows.

I eat music spoonfuls.

Most of them are dead.

I can still be vegetarian because I did not cook them.

I'm more like a worm, or a beetle.

A scavenger of sorts.

Still myself.

Three cheers for unnecessary spacing.

violation

a few observations on recent life

hippies are fun because they wake up so early and will talk to you. (wake and cake also)

hipsters are fun because they stay up late and get dirty. (bike and cake also)

hill people are fun because they make moonshine. (little cake going on)

homosexual women are fun because they argue and fight. (sometimes weird amounts of cake)

holy men are fun because they see things. (kings of cake)

un homme

I am a man who hates great passions.
Leave me to the peace of inevitable change.
Et si je te permettras, me demandais doucement une reponse.
For I am more inclined to stare at the clouds, and into the soul
than to break hearts and start fires.

Productivity

I've had many chats with folks lately about productivity. I'm not a productive person. Well, not in the American/Capatalist sense. I do a lot of work to enjoy myself and do what I want, and do it with right intention. Its so wonderful, but at the same time should be completely normal. Be productive being bored!

Today I:
Washed my car.
Repotted my Plant.
Learned some more japanese.
Bought Tequila!
Got my License plate put on.
Learned how to make Falafel.
Learned some new zen tricks.

Before 12.

post script.

Release Ai WeiWei please.

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I have a phobia of grocery stores when under the influence. 

This is something that might actually help me out in life, rather than impede me from exceeding. 

twiddling my thumb

theres a bug running away

i do not squash it

"Our dislike of stillness and boredom is at root revealed to be this full-bloom metaphysical terror: 'take away their diversion and you will see them bored to extinction. Then they will feel their nullity without recognizing it, for nothing could be more wretched than to be intolerably depressed as soon as one is reduced to introspection with no means of diversion.'"

- on Pascal's Desideratum, Le Courbusier and the Concept of the Self p.132

YUMmy

thinking about becoming a candy-rexic.

hmm,yes.

It is strange that, as I become more interested in painting, I find paintings I appreciate less often.

I do not care to examine this. I like painting.

Long term goals of a 2011 sort.

Titre de memoires: 10,000 Sq. Ft. of Cheese.

Travailler: Get to India before their art scene explodes all over U.S.'s upturned face.

Cuisiner: Avacado once a week, not in guac form.

Ecrire: A research paper.

Igloos and a cat

Pulling up mountains,
yellow and sticky
the ground, in agony, screeches
scratching towards its' new child.
the sky will glow around it,
and the wind will eat it down
and I will climb, for longer days in colder
vertical worlds.
I turn up and down,
and when the mountain birds fly over
I live, and remember
My Side of the Mountain.
To think of tree life
and the quiet strength of the tree's living
I can quell the pace
of my evolution and my blood.

Thanksgiving

I can think of a few things to be thankful for,
And a few places to forget.
Forgetting is such a task,
consumption
repugnance
Graceful swaying and saying
playful words
and serious looks
in early hours
the lights still off,
but a light there nonetheless.
I can forget the cold
and through process, repeated
find something similar.

Life props

Everyone spends alot of time collecting
trinkets and personalities
empty cans and reusable trash
what are we throwing away
if tomorrow someone is going to steal
one or two of our props
who will we be
difference, maintains its face-slapping
yes

some attempt at vanity, inadvertent

impromptu directions of hilarity
some gluttony, hold the meat
and remember that commy-t's and h's and l's inspire vanity
accidental none-the-less
so run quick, and avoid working with metal
knit knit knit the scarf that is not a 5 times larger espresso utensil
because all i'm failing to do is give into the strangely forceful attempt at control
by institution
do what you want
we be dead soon anyway

That place

Do I look dead or rude to you,

who stands morally obliged next to someones boyfriend

named too-drunk but friendly.

industry writes the walls behind and in front

happenstance art not an expression of genius

just something sold three times before this place.

We've made this place a palace for

dead dealers and rude looks.

See how I stand now, in spiral-spine mode,

twisted to talk to a friend three times removed,

and more lonely than someone closer

to the quiet door.

This stance an expression of how I am not

a boy who runs through doorways

because I know doorways are vastly less occupied

than the areas around them,

So you, who looks dead and rude,

look to me to see that a sobbing ex-girlfriend

and quiet beer drinker are the same in this palace

and their expensive rings are made of bottle caps.  

Seeing the unsightly

I see a chaos seeping into
fall and art and falsity.
Tilted eyes, sewn on by smaller woodland creatures,
interludes of pacing and spacing, out.
Lines point from each thing around me and past me.
As I lay upon green boulders,
and forget one, two, or three things that do not matter,
to me or the time-less.
I aim my eyes at a line and follow it home,
near a frog close to a pine-cone rolling past an anthill.

if i left for egypt today

I'd have to go quickly, as my car and house would be sold. I'd run around northern Egypt a while, and make my way towards the southern ruins/nomads. I'd probably join them, with a period of a problematic diet, as I won't be used to the goat and frankly gruesome nature of the things cooked. I'd pray to old gods and cherish the stony responses allowed back from faces and broken limbs on walls. Oh the sands of time to tell the truths. I'll spend one day counting the grains of sand in my turban covered hair. I'll try to wear only black, though that will be somewhat impractical some of the time, I'll have to change clothes to bathe. I might try to spend lots of time Saqqara, but frankly Cairo scares me. Perhaps picking up Arabic will happen faster than I believe possible, and I do love the script. Oh my move to Egypt would be momentously serene.

Tiny little things

sky

accidental art

retro-futurism

the french film avril