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Wednesday, July 30, 2008
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Life Mantras of MHL, 1
Current mood:  thoughtful
Category: Writing and Poetry
Avoid participating in actions you aren't ready to own.
2:50 AM
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Thursday, July 17, 2008
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End of the Line...
Current mood:  recumbent
Category: Writing and Poetry
Slow bus Slow
My Mind's in a Meadow.
The Bus is as loud as insomnia
then delivers me to silence.
Slow bus go
take me home.
My last stop...
3:35 AM
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Thursday, July 10, 2008
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Feet in the Sand.
Category: Writing and Poetry
What has happened between here and there?
my footprints fade behind me and disappear.
In the water and in the sand-
Nights that wouldn't end.
Now and Then...
something happened.
Seems like recess was only yesterday-
(I wish I were with you)
now I can't seem to get away.
Everything has happened between here and there-
my footprints fade behind me and disappear.
In the water and in the sand.
swirling on the beach-
we will e x p a n d.
4:27 PM
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Friday, June 27, 2008
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Free Write (no. 67)
Category: Writing and Poetry
Honestly? I don't want to know anything more about America. The knowledge I have now on the topic is depressing enough. On the other hand, nothing would surprise me.---
Our water is polluted, the air, our minds, our bodies.---
~Did you know that Beluga whales in the St. Lawrence Sea Way have a 99 percent chance of forming cancer by the time they're three. Yeah, I said the same thing: "Who gives a shit"! Fuck that! I'd like kidnap some of these fat white pigs, take'em out to the Lawrence, strip em down, tie their hands together, and let'em swim with the whales.----
~We started this paradise with the right ideas. And if you don't know, our constitution was modeled after the big 5 Native American's constitution. That's right! Our constitution has hi-jacked by Ben Franklin, they don't teach that in school. Who do think writes history books? How else could we've come up with such wonderful ideas? The people escaping England were so far removed from the truly honest ideas and models that are written in the constitution; the closest thing they ever had to democracy was the Greeks nearly 3,000 years earlier!---
~So it's no wonder that we turned on those ideals as soon as we had the chance; with the witch trials, the Native American GENOCIDE (it was a fucking GENOCIDE!), and slavery. And it doesn't stop there. Big business is the new territory to be fought over, and if your in the way, you'll pay. They'll do the same thing to you that they've done for a few centuries. Why do think it would change? It was only one hundred years ago, when we were just trying to wipe the blood off our hands from the genocide.
"By conservative estimates, the population of the United states prior to European contact was greater than 12 million. Four centuries later, the count was reduced by 95% to 237 thousand." http://www.iearn.org/hgp/aeti/aeti-1997/native-americans.html
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~In fact, I bet you, some fat white pig has jars of Native blood in his cellar--kind of a memento thing.---
~This land used to be beautiful, and to echo the words of George Carlin, it has become on giant fucking shopping mall. What virtues do we have? What values do he harbor? Fake boobs, tabloids, and chewing gum.---
~There is no more clean water. Sure you have what comes out of your tap, but that water has to be treated, and even then it's still riddled with "cleaning agents" and traces of pesticides. And within the next 25 years, you might not have the "clean" tap water you're soo used to.---
~What does the American government think we are, stupid? We'll they're one hundred percent fucking right! Most of us are too engaged with cell phones and ipods to care about things like: where does your meat and produce come from? What's in our water? Why wasn't there a thorough investigation on 9/11? Where were the war heads in Iraq? Why can't other countries have nuclear programs?---
~That's something I was never able to understand! What the Mother! Fuck!?! That's like telling your neighbor he or she can't go out and buy the same super soaker as you have because you're scared he might wise up and blast you.---
~Can someone explain that to me? I mean, if we've declared that we'll never drop the big bomb again, why do we still insist on making them? Because the American Word is worthless! That's why. They've done it from the beginning and there's no reason they'd stop now.---
~I can tell you this though. There's a silent war being waged right now! The war on Americans by big business. The best part about this war for the wealthy-pigs, is that the public doesn't even know---and in some cases, care---that they're on the end of the stick that's being pushed into a big pile of red white and blue shit!---
~Wake up person! You're not a bar-code, you're not a unit, nor should you be an instrument to be manipulated in order for corrupt government officials and businessmen to profit from.---
7:48 AM
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Thursday, June 26, 2008
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Slide my fingers against Persuasion
Current mood: Transcendental
Category: Transcendental Writing and Poetry
When I imagine reality-
it's real.
When we hear that sound,
we know it's music.
Influence this world
with a simple touch,
I can feel you,
your heartbeats...
And I hear music,
this is real...
A shroud of senses-
plugs me in.
It must be real because I can here music playing.
I know what's coming, as the ringing in my ears begins to seperate my mind and body.
Things aren't as simple as they seem when you see yourself sleeping.
A unicorne-prance in my dream,
protests that it must be real.
All she can feel, she can touch.
Her horn sounds when I wake
The horn unravels, and falls from my forehead.
It dissolves into a million strands of light and time,
and carries me beyond the threshold of this life.
From here I understand that everything can't be understood.
10:13 AM
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Monday, June 16, 2008
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Lifestone
Current mood: abstract reveries and musing
Category: abstract reveries and musing Writing and Poetry
My lifestone,
Sunlight
and
Oxygen
The waters in my veins glimmer.
as light balances on the surface of the horizon
We're going to die-
Death is my body-
fragmentized to dust,
as i roll off the back of LIFE'S sharpening stone
The lifestone-
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Growl
Grind
Listen...
How can you dance in time?
Where is now?
... you fill in the blanks...
...
8:53 PM
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Monday, June 09, 2008
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Dreams Afloat
Current mood:  smitten
Category: Writing and Poetry
The sun today became a pepper-
that basted us with burning oils instead of sunlight
But now she has fallen asleep-
the moon inflates and floats my fascinations out to sea-
as I drift on dream-tides toward you.
I wade here in dream~waters for you...
We roll and tumble on the sea's surface until we collide.
With every touch-
droplets of pure color and imagination gush from our pours.
Waves of our inky flesh smear my vision across her mind and body,
we embrace, swirling inside and out
Our bodies twist, mixing reality and dreams together like rouge alchemists.
....To hear your fingertips speak with my skin-
I lay in flames.
To feel you slide on top of me,
is to see you floating in the desert.
9:30 PM
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Wednesday, June 04, 2008
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It’s Okay to Act That Way, You’re Poisoned.
Current mood:  aggravated
Category: Writing and Poetry
VH1, MTV
you're not a documentary
cut-out bodies
glued-on eyes
sprinkled on hair-seeds
growing in America, the powers that be,
BIG BUSINESS!
Creates a fantasy -- (The real American Dream)
The system grows unseen
The system moves within you,
and you are poisoned.
Wake up
Wake from this dream
9:53 AM
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Wednesday, May 28, 2008
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We grow old and Die
Current mood:  melancholy
Category: Writing and Poetry
When I'm old
I'm weary to move
I'm in a corner
No one looks at me
When I'm old
I'll wish I were young
As I take my last breaths--
I'll rememer you
When I'm old
My skin is paper-thin
My death equals a null unit
An
-Anti-Consumer/focus-group-Target.
When I grow old and die.
9:12 AM
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Friday, June 06, 2008
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Cancer Free Write
Current mood: THERE’S NO USE IN HOPING THINGS WILL GET BETTER
Category: THERE’S NO USE IN HOPING THINGS WILL GET BETTER Writing and Poetry
The time is now
was before-
is too late...
~for this to be told
The time is gone...
We people-
!Fucking Big Business! (Greed, Classisim, Americanism)
Is it just Humanism?
We sacrificed all common comforts
For cash
Cancer and brittel bones
You bought these
-by buying in
Common comfort consolance
Common killer capitalist
con sumer
Thank you for considering my health
Thank you for destroying my environment
Thank you for giving me cancer (meaningless empty wealth was worth it)
Thank you for giving me this slow death
Thank you your industrial abomination
~manifest destony was a crime against humanity,
no one here seems to remember our past,
why is that?
I don't wonder why I'll die-
Only I wonder why-
I know-
I'll die not naturally!
Because of a poisonous by-product of imperialistic and industrial greed-
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I don't have cancer.
Not yet anyhow
FUCK BIG BUSINESS!!!!
10:45 PM
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