Added a few more details to this piece, but it's still missing more... so the next time i post an image of this piece it will be done!
:)
Saturday, February 28, 2009
"Doc" update
Added a few more details to this piece, but it's still missing more... so the next time i post an image of this piece it will be done!
:)
Friday, February 27, 2009
a conversation...
She said, “Pumpkin seeds of gold lighted love...”
You rebuttal with, “Pockets full of porcupines evidently show funny trails of loose fingers… I say we touch ourselves enough until the sticky blends in.”
She agrees, “And the lips pour out sour rainbow apple showers”
You keep pushing, “And we candy them… ram a stick through their core, add strategically placed nuts on their faces. Sell’em while their still hot empty cores and the lot.”
Sullenly she remarks, “To make bubble wrap money to send to the sugar cane dumplings for the next fire work surprises of treats.”
You hastily try to comfort by talking cat to her, “As tarty as shooting up your diabetic cat with insulin.”*
*Taken from an actual conversation via text messaging with ladybug Diana
You rebuttal with, “Pockets full of porcupines evidently show funny trails of loose fingers… I say we touch ourselves enough until the sticky blends in.”
She agrees, “And the lips pour out sour rainbow apple showers”
You keep pushing, “And we candy them… ram a stick through their core, add strategically placed nuts on their faces. Sell’em while their still hot empty cores and the lot.”
Sullenly she remarks, “To make bubble wrap money to send to the sugar cane dumplings for the next fire work surprises of treats.”
You hastily try to comfort by talking cat to her, “As tarty as shooting up your diabetic cat with insulin.”*
*Taken from an actual conversation via text messaging with ladybug Diana
excerpt from a nonexistent piece
“I’m extremely proud of you…” He awkwardly inches his way towards her, only to fall short when she took notice of his socially subscribed attempt at tenderness. It wasn’t a lack of desire from his end to get close to her. She makes it impossible for anyone to dissolve the epic impenetrable barrier against all forms of life that surrounds her personal space. He was quite impressed and simultaneously tortured by it.
“Are you kidding? Do you really think a hug can make this work? There is so much that needs to be done, this is pathetic…” her words seem to joyfully bounce off him. It was just too easy to get hypnotized by the passion in her eyes. He would spend eternity burning in her rage if only she would allow it.
He just loves the way her hands curl into tight little fist when she gets worked up. “… it’s seems like I’m the only one trying to make this into something…” she has this funny little habit of licking her lips in frantic sweeps from side to side as if she is trying to rub off her lips. Then she starts to pace around the empty space in the room. When her monologue gets intense enough, it makes no difference if anyone is listening, she escapes somewhere else too.
He spends a lot of time day dreaming where she goes. He wishes he could join her sometimes. They could skip along, hand in hand. He could never really know where she goes. She has good and bad days. Sometimes she thinks she’s invisible, or another life form sent to save humanity from public bathrooms. The episodes only get more and more complicated… as if she is building the coarsest road to her safe space. She stopped caring about her sanity a long time ago.
He would take anything she gave. He caught himself hazily staring at her again. He knows how much that infuriates her but he won’t stop himself, maybe just hide the smile on his face. He enjoys it way too much. The blow of her fist to the wall snapped him back to the present.
“Why aren’t you listening to me?” she croons.“I’m always listening, I’ll always be the one listening…” this time an honest but still a failed attempt at softening her.
“I’m taking the whole goddamn block with me if I have to, so don’t get in my way!” She flings her long, black, witch hair over her shoulder and stomps off leaving the trail of her scent behind for him to wobble after her.
He just loves the way her hands curl into tight little fist when she gets worked up. “… it’s seems like I’m the only one trying to make this into something…” she has this funny little habit of licking her lips in frantic sweeps from side to side as if she is trying to rub off her lips. Then she starts to pace around the empty space in the room. When her monologue gets intense enough, it makes no difference if anyone is listening, she escapes somewhere else too.
He spends a lot of time day dreaming where she goes. He wishes he could join her sometimes. They could skip along, hand in hand. He could never really know where she goes. She has good and bad days. Sometimes she thinks she’s invisible, or another life form sent to save humanity from public bathrooms. The episodes only get more and more complicated… as if she is building the coarsest road to her safe space. She stopped caring about her sanity a long time ago.
He would take anything she gave. He caught himself hazily staring at her again. He knows how much that infuriates her but he won’t stop himself, maybe just hide the smile on his face. He enjoys it way too much. The blow of her fist to the wall snapped him back to the present.
“I’m taking the whole goddamn block with me if I have to, so don’t get in my way!” She flings her long, black, witch hair over her shoulder and stomps off leaving the trail of her scent behind for him to wobble after her.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
work in progress... "DOC"
I'm still working on this one... but i thought it might be nice to share what i have to far...
Thursday, February 19, 2009
because i can...
Sometimes, because I can, I change the way I interact with people.
This change transcends all potential shifts and developmental upgrades to our common everyday self. The change is aware of itself; aware of it’s affect on the relationship that exists between me and these people.
I shift in the storyline and test the pressure points.
Push and tug and press and hug and lick and sniff and rub and tickle and slug shove.
This is the only true way to get to know yourself…and the other
It’s not that I feel like other human beings exist to feed my collection of interactions.
I'm not some savage creature feeding off of human emotions.
We don’t feed, we exchange and we serve as another’s catalog of moments.
This change transcends all potential shifts and developmental upgrades to our common everyday self. The change is aware of itself; aware of it’s affect on the relationship that exists between me and these people.
I shift in the storyline and test the pressure points.
Push and tug and press and hug and lick and sniff and rub and tickle and slug shove.
This is the only true way to get to know yourself…and the other
It’s not that I feel like other human beings exist to feed my collection of interactions.
I'm not some savage creature feeding off of human emotions.
We don’t feed, we exchange and we serve as another’s catalog of moments.
Friday, February 13, 2009
10/09/2008
I'm rehashing some words I put down in my notebook...
(This one is a little negative)
10/09/2008
Here I am festering in my discontent. I am angry and unresolved. But worst of all I realize that I am completely jealous and envious of your freedom; your freedom of commitment, of work. I’m green over your freedom from emotional ties and superficial sensations that serve as chains to tie me down. I am indeed my own worse enemy. I create the situations that I despise. Is it a test of wills? Why would I endure such ridiculous circumstances? Why am I so dependent of these emotions?
I want to bathe myself in the moon’s pure white light and erase all the cuts my feeble arms acquired while attempting to hold onto some sort of reality.
(a few hours later this happened...)
I want the power to engage-to awaken the beauty in other’s minds. I want to inspire, I want to my smile –my presence to ripple affect those around me. I want my good vibrations to be contagious. I want to love eternally. I want to share my whole existence with the world. I want to group hug them all while I’m at it! I want to do real good things for humanity not just what is told to me is good…
I’m a rational being and that’s all it takes for me to do good unto others even when they won’t do good unto me. I have to give even when there is no returning, more so when there is no return.
(This one is a little negative)
10/09/2008
Here I am festering in my discontent. I am angry and unresolved. But worst of all I realize that I am completely jealous and envious of your freedom; your freedom of commitment, of work. I’m green over your freedom from emotional ties and superficial sensations that serve as chains to tie me down. I am indeed my own worse enemy. I create the situations that I despise. Is it a test of wills? Why would I endure such ridiculous circumstances? Why am I so dependent of these emotions?
I want to bathe myself in the moon’s pure white light and erase all the cuts my feeble arms acquired while attempting to hold onto some sort of reality.
(a few hours later this happened...)
I want the power to engage-to awaken the beauty in other’s minds. I want to inspire, I want to my smile –my presence to ripple affect those around me. I want my good vibrations to be contagious. I want to love eternally. I want to share my whole existence with the world. I want to group hug them all while I’m at it! I want to do real good things for humanity not just what is told to me is good…
I’m a rational being and that’s all it takes for me to do good unto others even when they won’t do good unto me. I have to give even when there is no returning, more so when there is no return.
this is only a test...
Sometimes it feels like I’m winning the little test I set up for those I share some sort of human socialized relationship with…
It seems ridiculous of me to even prescribe the qualities of winning or losing in a game I’m the creator and only player aware of its existence. Yet somehow I have the upper hand in the war of social interaction. It’s an epic battle to gain the mighty throne of uselessness, created and maintained by the perversion of my imagination.
These tests are just a pale reflection of my short comings, desires, and weaknesses. I expect in the other the qualities I wish to manifest in myself.
They serve as reflections of my moral standings. What I give importance to and believe… what I was taught to believe as appropriate traits.
Truthfully I really want the other to concede and let me win. Allow my judgment to be right, give me an affirmation of my idiocy. I wouldn’t go so far as to think I’m the only being that engages in such absurd games, but I have no desire to find out who else is partaking.
If they can forgive me for creating the test then somehow I can forgive myself as well.
It seems ridiculous of me to even prescribe the qualities of winning or losing in a game I’m the creator and only player aware of its existence. Yet somehow I have the upper hand in the war of social interaction. It’s an epic battle to gain the mighty throne of uselessness, created and maintained by the perversion of my imagination.
These tests are just a pale reflection of my short comings, desires, and weaknesses. I expect in the other the qualities I wish to manifest in myself.
They serve as reflections of my moral standings. What I give importance to and believe… what I was taught to believe as appropriate traits.
Truthfully I really want the other to concede and let me win. Allow my judgment to be right, give me an affirmation of my idiocy. I wouldn’t go so far as to think I’m the only being that engages in such absurd games, but I have no desire to find out who else is partaking.
If they can forgive me for creating the test then somehow I can forgive myself as well.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
eggplant dragons...
I pepper my daily life with streams of patterns. In creating these patterns I ease the pressure of collective existence.The more established these patterns are, the more likely I am able to escape inside my head.Once these patterns become second nature to my body, the more likely I am able to perform these tasks while my mind wanders off into my favorite place… my imagination.
I have a routine for everything I assess as useless daily collective living task.These include but are not limited to: showering and other hygienic tasks, *work-not my own personal creative work, but the kind we do to gain some sort of monetary compensation in order to sustain a certain prescribe lifestyle. I would like to add that I don’t like work. I know a lot of people don’t either. I just don’t see the point in exerting so much energy for someone else’s gain.
Since I don’t like it, I have learned to sacrifice certain useless vices in order to accommodate my lack of desire of working for other’s gains. Eating can turn into a sort of routine as well, at least the process of preparing my food for work. Cooking can be very pleasurable if I didn’t have to run out in the next 15 minutes to avoid heavy traffic.
And in comes the biggest waste of time EVER… driving. I hate driving, I hate cars, I wish I didn’t have to do it but I live in were public transportation sucks.I especially tune out of this world when I am driving. It is completely involuntary though, I just escape automatically. I know it’s kind of reckless but my body choices to tune out.
Blah blah blah… I could go on and describe the specific patterns I have established in full details, but I realize how boring that must be. All the while I’m leaping to and fro to worlds filled with eggplant dragons that need to be roasted by winged marshmallow sea bass. Or I’m devising an intricate plan on how to convert all red heart people into yellow projecting shaman.
After a while though, the escape these patterns make take a toll on me. I just want to be in my head and I don’t want to come out. Social interaction can be very difficult when you are imagining the people around you as pirates attacking you. Plus, routines get boring-so as outrageous as my imagination can be the exterior can dampen the joy of the innerverse.
It’s been 27 years and I still can’t find the balance between these worlds on mine. There will come the point when these worlds collide and the clean up won’t be as easy as it use to be. I’m going to have to pick a side.
*present job excluded...
I have a routine for everything I assess as useless daily collective living task.These include but are not limited to: showering and other hygienic tasks, *work-not my own personal creative work, but the kind we do to gain some sort of monetary compensation in order to sustain a certain prescribe lifestyle. I would like to add that I don’t like work. I know a lot of people don’t either. I just don’t see the point in exerting so much energy for someone else’s gain.
Since I don’t like it, I have learned to sacrifice certain useless vices in order to accommodate my lack of desire of working for other’s gains. Eating can turn into a sort of routine as well, at least the process of preparing my food for work. Cooking can be very pleasurable if I didn’t have to run out in the next 15 minutes to avoid heavy traffic.
And in comes the biggest waste of time EVER… driving. I hate driving, I hate cars, I wish I didn’t have to do it but I live in were public transportation sucks.I especially tune out of this world when I am driving. It is completely involuntary though, I just escape automatically. I know it’s kind of reckless but my body choices to tune out.
Blah blah blah… I could go on and describe the specific patterns I have established in full details, but I realize how boring that must be. All the while I’m leaping to and fro to worlds filled with eggplant dragons that need to be roasted by winged marshmallow sea bass. Or I’m devising an intricate plan on how to convert all red heart people into yellow projecting shaman.
After a while though, the escape these patterns make take a toll on me. I just want to be in my head and I don’t want to come out. Social interaction can be very difficult when you are imagining the people around you as pirates attacking you. Plus, routines get boring-so as outrageous as my imagination can be the exterior can dampen the joy of the innerverse.
It’s been 27 years and I still can’t find the balance between these worlds on mine. There will come the point when these worlds collide and the clean up won’t be as easy as it use to be. I’m going to have to pick a side.
*present job excluded...
Sunday, February 8, 2009
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