in the realms of my edutainment...
tonight i was offered a zero-figured
by some guy at a DAYS INN.
i said, "No."
"I'm already living the dream of a hippie working 20 hours a week in the pizza-delivery industry - besides what do i need with 50-60
hours a week at 18.50 an hour if i don't even
want the new FORD-150???
the meaning of life
for many young men my age.
this goes past Joe Strummer's anti-work
This is about my own pursuit of the weird.
It has EVER since
George Simpson, his pal
but not the approachable Rivers Cuomo
well that was that.
i have a roomate that isn't artistic at all.
yet tonight i discovered he was
an AMERICAN IDOL.
A DHARMA BUM FOR REAL.
EXCEPT THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE.
I MEAN HE WOULD BE A DHARMA
BUM IF HE WASN'T PLAYING
CALL OF DUTY.
that buddhahood was only
than regular life.
the blue cliff record
WOULD SAY something
along the lines
that his buddhahood is in a jar
trying to get out.
ones i believe you won't be able to translate
for a near-buddha.
according to "ASTRO-LAWRENCE"
in the early-90s.
"insincerity is important" - Wilde
"i don't know why the kids like us. maybe it's because we're the last american adventure, i don't know." - Jerry Garcia, 1991.
"that kept me picking 'em up, putting 'em down, heading to the next town baby." - Maya Angelou, 1968
i can eat a 20 piece chicken mcnugget in less than 10 minutes
I Want People to Believe in Aliens.
we the people.
among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government,
when you're looking at the TV it doesn't matter who's house you're in.
laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under ab
fat, drunk, stupid, awesome.solute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.--Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies;
and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.
He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.
He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended
in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.
He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.
He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.
He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.
He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.
He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.
He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers.
He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.
He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, and eat out their substance.
He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.
He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil power.
He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their
being a consumer is my favorite reality. [as i'm chain-drinkin' mt. dews.]
Acts of pretended Legislation:
For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:
For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:
For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:
For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:
For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:
For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences
For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing
the same absolute rule into these Colonies:
For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:
For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoernt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.
He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.
He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.
He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.
In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.
Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our Brittish brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.
We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.
The 56 signatures on the Declaration appear in the positions indicated:
Thomas Heyward, Jr.
Thomas Lynch, Jr.
Massachusecheap! arthritis relief.
get a load of my VHS collection:
yeah she got 'em for sale $7
hot tamales and they red hot
i will always be this vain.
there is no catharsis.
the humility does not work
and will not last.
i mean i'll try.
but really, i won't change.
i'm gonna fuck around again
a life long quest of mischief
like Oscar Twain.
but i can say this much
"I'M AN ARTIST."tts:
Charles Carroll of Carrollton
Richard Henry Lee
Thomas Nelson, Jr.
Francis Lightfoot Lee
Francis HopkinsBlake Badker
the University of Northern Iowa
DMT Class Capstone Project 4.
DMT Book Reportvacation up NORTH!
The old Zen Masters talk about three major forces that govern reality: form, non-form, and consciousness. DMT simply gives form to non-form. So do all transcendent states and drugs. Thought is invisble usually, and then it isn't occasionally and this occasion is brought on either with drugs or DEATH...
A hard working man or woman must balance work with raising children and paying bills - a balancing act they say. All the stress and thoughts of such a life cause the person from any civilization to grativate toward a "middle way." Not over-reacting, not under-reacting.
When the old Buddhists talk about "the twilight void" they are talking about how the light of the pre-dawn sky is akin to an attitude of meeting things in the middle. While tripping balls is great in and of itself and I thought Timothy Leary and his heaven's gate cult and their side-kick Charles Manson - well I thought they were all a hoot...
The fact is DMT usage is a waste of time in and of itself. Idealistically the stoic hard-working Midwestern man makes the most of each moment and through all his vigor meets these psychedelic visions at the end of his life with the same "Meet you in the Middle" twilight void mind he used to distance himself from his temper, or of course HER (even though I don't have a vagina and therefore can't really know outside of political-correctness) she uses this to break on through to the other side when a life ends...
Where DMT is useful is for folks that have reached a point in their path where the reality DMT shows them helps them deepen their faith in the supernatural and thus leads them to a let's say, "more yogic life." The truth of the matter is the place where you "build up the trip" for future freakouts is in regular life. By living life to the fullest and overcoming the most FEARS in your day to day life you will have more "psychedelic toughness" to overcome fears when non-form switches to form.
So I must make the point that while Jerry Garcia #5 man is pretty awesome in his dudeness, the ability to trip with grace doesn't negate the fact that he still must learn how to deal with his memories of bullies from high school in order to grow as a soul... It's all just a process of coming to terms with one's consciousness. Assertiveness over Agressiveness. Forgiveness over Begrudgedness. Patience over Fear. Rounders round off EDGES. How? Using consciousness of "there-of." Look! there's THAT, so why I am I letting it make me feel THAT? Once conscious of one's bright red PRIMAL FEAR, it fades, to a twilight void blue...
DMT is too big for any definition and "thank god" that it is. It is infinite as the thoughts you can write down on a piece of paper. The Kabbalistic Rabbi speaks of fractals in the documentary and he is quite right. Each thought you create is like folding a piece of paper into an Oragamic flower. But within the flower there are infinite geometric angles one can create. And in the end being aware of the teaching points of this little passing flower it fades away like water returning to calm. Hence the phrase, "Kasyapa passed a flower and Sakyamuni smiled..." It might as well been "Bob Hope passed a flower and Andrew Dice Clay smiled." anything, I'm just into naughty white guys for the next two seconds while I type here.
When the documentary addresses public use of the drug, I think it should be tied to the tourism industry. I think there should be "Ayahuasca Resorts" that are reasonably priced for interested parties. I don't think the drug should be used recreationally, it really can't be - it's too intense. I also wish LSD would become readily available again like marijuanna is so the kids could all try it and join the club their heroes are all in. I mean that's why I had to do it, partially. I've been where Jim Morisson and the Beatles have been, don't you wanna go too? It's fine if you don't want to take LSD, but it's kind of a "right of passage" for rock and roll fans I feel. Whatever, I'm just glad I got in before the 9/11 cops took it all away...
for more information on what-the-fuck i'm talking about go here:
and "hold on to your butts..."
1. I admit I haven't been lucky enough to trip DMT yet I can boast that I have tried Red Baron Frozen Pizza, Psilocybin, LSD, Busch Lite, good old Marijuanna w/ Multi-Cultural Muslim Opium on top of it, and the heavy amounts of professionally-perscribed SEROTONIN during my anti-psychotics period 2003-2006. Where I was so tranquilized my daytimes were filled with nothing, but my dream-times were filled with more than I can explain... Whole seasons of South Park went by my dream mind. I spent a night swimming in the sea with the regretfull and colorful and TALKATIVE fishes. I was told I had to be the hero from Fern Gully, but with a Republican outfit on... Plagued by a haunting devil I eventually defeated... All just a constellation of my anal-expulsive Cartman ways...
Robert Treat Paine
Samyou gotta understand,
the life of a true poet
the inspiration of an
These days I have more fun not being entertained. If you've seen everything, then shut your eyes. What are we? I'll tell you what we are. I could have wrote it better but Pizza Hut, the Job took it away from me. I was inspired. I blame myself. I should have quit this job already. I yearn to be a homeless singer in the French Quarter, but I'll settle for this band. Pretentiously written, some things are better left unsaid, but I thought wouldn't it be cool to have a bunch of words to skip over before you get to the Rock & Roll. My apologies, this rant is counter productive, i'm going to delete it soon. Forgotten heroes of the unfollowable sort. Men who live and breathe creativity and the true open-mindedness. This is the light of the pre-dawn sky. The indestructible drop of mental consciousness. Old buddhist monks re-incarnated into United States hipsters for the purpose of making each other laugh. Rock band, the video game veterans who started a band later after they met a strange eccentric laughing with no clothes underneath a Pizza Hut oven in 2007… An ungodly amount of Cancer-Causing pizza ingested. The impossible swan song of the laughing messiah, getting his belly rubbed on Royal Street, French Quarter New Years bangin' eve, the year 3000, and 12. The big one. Pure sassy creativity that won't stop searching for itself, that won't ever rest in the neverending experience of the fickle new. Instantly leaving the apparent obscurity before it can make a wake, we can sense these things with ESP powers in our nards. 700,000 cigarette conversations of the college-town variety. Tequila sunrises and the 6pm meals the recuperate them. We know how to read and we know how to watch movies. Pirate film school. No Johhny Depp. No hatred. Lost in a sea of fading late 20th century trivia. Burried cats and burried dogs. Friends loved and moved to other oceans. Computers you know better than parents. Video game moments that teach you about your soul. The vain attempt at Walden pond. The vain attempt at reading all the classics. An entire REAL mythology only we can explain in the brotherhood of the Dwellers of the Twilight Void. A $10,000 royalty advance the major labels wouldn't consider us, so I busked it off the street. Experience points the dirty way. No one ever taught you that and after a month stranded in Pennsylvania there you are… used to it. Nearly wiping out a big-rig in El Paso but saved at the last second by A-Ha and the love of a woman the song makes you. Jokes upon jokes upon jokes upon old arcane Simpsons jokes. Yes seasons 3 through 10, we get it. So many aimless adult swim nights it would cover 5 English Channels. Veteran screenplay and sitcom writing abilities latent in Alex's head and still he's not in Hollywood but coaching high school speech. He ingests and dissects forgotten sitcom episodes as if it were his fate. He'd deny it, but he's meant for Hollywood. We all are, or die trying. We are entertainment. We are hipster. We are hippies. We are poets. We are drunk. We are stoned. We are well read and better watched. Throw in the Math and History and Biology Degree just to make it more fucked up from our Alma Mater… Cedar Falls. A good place to raise a family and bore yet another teenager and frustrate yet another midwesterner art student with not enough kindred spirits and New York City, LA, and Paris. A no man's land. The constant struggle for personal space and rent, for discount groceries and taste. A lover from a previous life. The saint of saints, the mis-titled prositute. Ground zero of the actual rapture from behind the blitzkrieg bop and R.E.M. The ill-fated trip to London and the first-hand ugliness of the war on Turks. Free tea. Tastes like shit. All do respect England, I'll be back later with motorcades and you owe me one, but for the record it felt good to listen to Exile on Main Street as they sent me packin' - listening to "soul survivor." Paranoid MI6 calling me on the phone asking me if the Chinese sent me. The "Lone Wolf" fanatic. A crock of shit. Special thanks to the Special forces in the French Quarter to watch my back, but don't worry about it, I can handle myself and if not I deserve what I cause. Echelon left, thanks for the escort. Horrible caffiene-liquor confessions of a Freemason mole. I welcome it, Emperor Constatine likes Zeppelin. Cadilacs and Dinosars. Time Crisis 2. The projector. Fair whether. Cigarettes, downloads, tablature, written and memorized lyrics. Lightning and thunder and quit jobs. Wandering. The new true thought, undefinable - disliking of empire yet seeking it. Showing off obscurity, obscurely showing off. Watching Daria re-runs with nothing to do as Tom kicks ass on virtual army 5… Kid Icarus mastered by the Rain Man of our time. Check him for stick um. Another ancient guru reborn to laugh at us tell us of the wild 90s, prison, and linux. Thanks Spuds, you are the original party animal. My blood runs cold my memory has just been sold. A haunted poet. An Academy Award Winning Filmographer. A pokemon master on the drums. The Dwellers of the Twilight Void. (R)
apparently there's a peace going on and we're gonna make big bucks when we can't protest it, but to do that we gotta move to vietnam 2, and grow our hair out… our public relations ...
leave me alone JIMMY KIMMEL !!
band instruments: Marshall flex puppy with binary-steer powered "two-by-cabb" allen wrenches... Drums: Tama-steele billy-boys With 60W floor Toms and GRACE loops efX system. Bass: The Cobra Ben-Popper with custom alloy fresh, never frozen Copra Heads and the new Janzen steeel-crush Acessory.
For the PA we got mic'd turbo vipers with the new lewis systems dura-steel advantage all running usually somewhere around 100 watts. We got a 4 track analog 2 digital jammo with micro-VP allen flex steels and combination variety platters for the whole family.
And last but not least we play Gibson guitars made from the Johnson & Johnson company with custom-flex alloy dirt-hopper for maxx-speeed during all those "not so fresh" moments. We got the Chubby Checker inspected speed cocaine reel-to-reels and Holiday basses. Book us or forever miss out on your opportunity.
"we have no idea how difficult marriage can be. it seems the rain stops just the time i go into work."