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.

for only one can advance

today I conquered something. a lax disposition?
a fallacy of influence, or a lazyness.
Really I accomplished this,
and adrenalin rush/artistic endeavor
and didn't think bad or twice, or aware.
I feel to do things and things I fell say this and that,
but boiling down emotions relays fatty smells and pain,
perhaps not mine, but one available enough to know,
ho foe doe show know,
za za za

Mexicans doning gifts.

I love Valium. And I believe I always have.

I should not be taking Valium. But believe I always have.

HA!

samsara

let me go.

before i destroy all that i have created.

I can't hear some things.

Sometimes people talk to me, and I have trouble paying attention to them. I look at them really hard, and see something in them. I can't hear them though. Most of the time listening causes problems. I say bizarre things. I can't really do anything right now.

Goodbye.

tele

Good television revolves around the tranquility and peace of society.

Bad television is primarily centered the most chaotic, panicked areas of the world.

Possum living, yo.

Insight, and future.

http://www.poetryfounsdation.org/harriet/2007/03/name-a-novel-by-toadex-hobogrammathon/

This is literature, and truth. Something else, teach assholes to read please so they can at least try this. And I'll point of those that do not read, and shame them. This lifestyle lets the brain evaporate, and the body crumble. Older ages, with their old sages. I heed them.

Mucking around.

You know sometimes shit is so perfectly of the moment that it freaks you out.

White tuna sashimi +

http://www.theppk.com/recipes/dbrecipes/index.php?RecipeID=121 +



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Summertime?

AHAHA

Do not worry. None of this is real!

Ego

Let go of my ego. Goodbye to this cold. Will let you know when I've grasped the glimmer, as long as it appears for longer than a glimpse.

must be hopeful

I'm having trouble getting things to stick here.

I can see them over there though. Perhaps my wasted full moon has left me temporarily diffused into the cosmos. Reconstitution an upcoming puzzle. I must act quickly, or certain efforts (of late) will be lost.

Perhaps I've been spinning in one direction for too long and can't recognize which way is the other. I think I will pursue the forward road, literally. That can bring a time underrated, and perhaps physically more rewarding.

Open road

A fractured reality, so noticeably split along the line of a fence. A greyness seeps into it all, the sky most approaching ashe. Do these colour represent a lingering stain, or a future pain. I know that these are all that I need, as light passes. Wandering walk entering a Utopian realm, though I suppose it would be called a dystopia.

HA.

I'm going to go make a family of sims and burn them all down.

So I Spake, again.

Food, shelter, and water; expanding on the capabilities of one these in discussion of a society/humanity can allow some meaning to be derived about said society/humanity. Take shelter for example. Le corbusier saw how it is interesting to see the totality of ones physical existence, i.e. their physical placement and surrounding, affect those beings in it. For the grand scheme to be affected, corbusier saw how integrating ideas about habitats can ultimately force a specific type of evolution. This is supported by the way that animals change their surroundings as they adapt and evolve, see the beaver. The self-provided evolution humanity extends itself with is no different than this more basic animal instinct. The progression will reach a pinnacle however, in which the environment will begin to sculpt the evolutionary process. The space will have been consumed by the mind and then its physical presence will delineate possible change and possible advancement beyond itself. I see this as a fundamental benefit of the space-concerned society. By allowing themselves the knowledge of this step in the change-process, certain minds(i.e. the architect) can be labeled a savior of sorts, when necessary. If negative advancement should arise the architect must remove himself from that which he creates, to an extent that would allow him to devise, in himself, a catalyst to further the evolutionary process that is beyond that one specific environment. He should reach into himself and pull out the truth of existence, and apply this to the lives of the masses for hope and a future, not control. This is a way in which the creature can keep out of the cyclical process of not expanding thought. Moving towards a new humanity should always be the goal.

Catching worms

I've never known one could be so productive in the morning. It is actually quite amazing. I think I will continue doing it.

Also, I've been reading this post over at Zen Habits, and I must declare it is absolutely wonderful. The simplicity of it adheres to a principle I have been losing lately, which is to not over think things. So strange are mondern day mantras.

My favorite: "Sometimes, inaction is better."

I lose myself inaction, but that's my problem. Inaction is not really what I've been losing myself, but more an ignoring of the word action, or the idea the word implies. I haven't been active, nor have I been inactive. "Activity Lost" would be a good book title. Maybe I'll write a book.

thought, think, i'll think

Rather bothersome,

Is thinking about the mind.

Try to count it's cogs.

Spinning wheel of doom,
I am ready!
for cold winds and
realization
painfully complete,
I piece together
words and notions
AH! what worlds
the mind can inhabit.