More art:





... and radical games for the bored websurfer

Just now I discovered the genius and artistry of Larry Carlson, although I couldn't appreciate his art completely since the computer I'm using has no sound. I want to share this amazing experience with everybody, so here is a collection of Carlson links:
http://www.larrycarlson.com/
http://www.virtualom.com/
http://www.larrycarlson.com/medijate/index.htm
http://www.larrycarlson.com/the_end/index.htm
http://www.larrycarlson.com/aloha_universe_forever/index.htm
http://www.larrycarlson.com/saint_germain/index.htm
http://www.larrycarlson.com/love_maze.htm
http://www.filesharedwork.org/
http://www.hightimes.com/htsite/whoweare/index.php?page=history

This shit is really amazing. Some of it is interactive which contributes to the trippiness. You don't have to be on drugs to appreciate Carlson's art... but it doesn't hurt.

*Holy trippiness
*Bush is an asshole

*Home is Wherever You Sleep*

The bliss is gone
I think now I can feel the full effects of sobriety
The daze, the loose grip on reality, the absence of drama
Gone
And I am feeling like the invisible man
Always talked about
But never seen
And I am the salt shaker quietly contemplating the cosmological argument on the table top
Shake!
Rites of the tribe of Brutus
Burning and heart beating fast
Racing
Happiness is a long ways a way
I thought it was right in front of me
Just out of reach
But I've seen the road
And it's pretty far to walk
And I don't have the energy right now
But maybe in a few days I'll go looking for it again
Maybe I'll stop destroying my life and let myself live
And maybe I'll let myself be myself
But my eyes are heavy
And I still can't sleep
Burning and racing
And tripping and rolling and toking and drinking
And sanity
And insanity
The lines blurred
The vision gone
The snake lingering in the grass
Will you mistake the snake for a garden hose
To put out the fire
And when you turn the spicket
Only venom cums
And cum and cunt and dream
And an empty bucket
Waiting to be filled
And waiting for nothing
But waiting
Waiting to wait
The narrow road
But broad and spacious is the road leading to destruction
And I like to take the one less traveled
But I don't fit on it
It's too crowded
And I don't fit in this crowd
Someone saw me smoking a cigarette on the road
And I don't even smoke
But I was caught red handed
And now the game is up
I left the bed
I left the house
I wouldn't have gone home if I had somewhere else to go
But now I don't care
I gave up with a head full of psilocybe
And I realized that I wasn't in love
And I don't think I've ever been in love
I just like the idea
And I don't like you

Hasta La Vista... Baby.

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