This guy is great. He has a new film out too and another one on the way.

You Tube is driving me crazy.

I love myself. I love my country. I love my religion. I love my family. I love my friends. I love my children. I don't see how that love can be used as a justification for hate. I love my enemies.

Question man where do you point yr cane tonight? Who are you questioning at the end of that stick? Is it me with my mind full of hair and ears with wax? Will you break me in front of all these people? Oh no, gentle question man you point at that one in the corner to my relief. But surprise again this room is full of me's and every face has a hairy face like mine. What am I afraid of? "What is yr name?" The first question. My answer becomes, "I am myself, who are you?" "Question man asks, does not answer. Where did you come from?" "I came from my mother's womb." "Where are you going?" "To the grave." "How long will it take to get there?" "A lifetime." "You have been set free. Go do what you have to do." "Thank you," I say but I'm not sure why I've said it. I'm not sure why I said anything. It's always best to be tight lipped and when they do get pried apart to speak only in riddles. That way it throws them off yr scent: like a bit of meat to the bloodhound. It won't rot. It'll surely get eaten by scavengers. Ahh, but the scavengers can't be blamed. They're just doing their job in life: nothing more nothing lesss. Nothing is anything more than what it is... and yet everything is everything. And I can make sweeping statements like that because soon all this will get swept away like particles under the rug. The milky way is a dust bunny. We aren't even as big as molecules.

http://www.sufiorderofrochester.org/

NECKST WEAK!

Mohawk Place- 8pm: Jana Hunter, with special guests Cassi Meyerhoffer, Amanda Amico,

... and the Incredible Auger the Flying Affinity Group!

$7

Demons run the government
Ghosts are real
Have fun with yr environment

A SWEEPING DENUNCIATION OF ALMOST EVERYONE AROUND THE SAME AGE AS ME

This reality thing is starting to bum me out
an existential mistake with the sillycybin
fist giggly then weepy then giggly and weepy
it's too lonely inside my head
i'm too isolated from everyone else
it's like i'm the only person alive in the entire universe
i guess i've always known that i'm the only living being
and everyone around me are just ghosts of the past
so i'm walking in a ghost town
doing a ghost job
making ghost money
paying bills to ghosts
and still i'm worried that somehow this world will take me down with it
progress is being made however
with the lord as my shepard
i will bring fun back to our generation
everyone's gotten too serious
i know, i used to be straight edge
i used to take puritanism seriously
i feel disconnected from my generation
i feel like we've headed in the wrong direction
we've headed toward a world with consequences, not moments
we're losing our concept of the present
we see things only in terms of the past and the future
there is no unselfish love anymore
we're all only out for ourselves
ok fine, but when did everything get so serious
when did everyone get so offended and creeped out by things
why don't we have fun anymore
even recreation is business
and there is no emotion in recreation anymore
it's supposed to be cold and sterile
otherwise we might lose ourselves in the moment
and we can't think about the moment
jodorowsky said:
when you love someone you love their presence and their absence simultaneously
because for everything we have there is a longing for an infinity we can't have

i want to tune in, but i just seem to tune out
perhaps this is the sign of the molting of the piscean age
and the golden dawn of aquarius
since september 17th 2001 and on into 2012
this will be a transforming time for our race
we will move from this self-centered paradigm of ignorance
into the light of love

a poet writes his thoughts
and sometimes those thoughts are ugly
even the most pious saint has ugly thoughts
no one can say that if they wrote everything they thought down that there wouldn't be some despicable moments
some moments they're ashamed of
becuase god and the devil lives in the human mind
and you can't have god without the devil
if you did the world would be off balance
and would tumble to one side
like a kid on a teeter totter with no one to play with

Jana Hunter w/ Auger
April 18 - Buffalo, NY - Mohawk Place

Inside me I feel alone and unreal (and the way you kissed will always be a very special thing to me)

Sunday night went to Buffalo and saw Sunburned Hand of the Man traded them a Wizards and Demons Dancing in the Grass Fighting Over a Piece of Bread Upside Down CD and a copy of my own Amniotic Ether album for a Sunburned CD and a Macrodot CD.

Tomorrow I'm playing with Auger opening for Akron/Family at Soundlab

Anyway, gimme shelter. It's just a shot away.

The message doesn't withstand prejudice. I understand the growing concern. I think these cryptic metaphors can be overcome. The queen is holed up in her castle. A tower so thick and stubborn rises from the molded clay. They mix with iron at the golem's feet. We are born into judicial decadence. Where do the limited resources get funnelled? What is it and what does it mean? Where did she go, what will she do? Where will I go, what will I do? Does anything mean anything anymore? Why so much nonsense when I find it all quite serious. I've got to get to work. Got to get up and clean the house. Sweep and mop. Make the bed. Be good to the children and they will bless your house. The knobs lock at the intersections. Where will the wind make us steer? Why don't we have any choice? I want to choose and I don't want to fight. I want to make my message clear. I want to shout at the sick herd walking into darkness: COME OUT AND FEEL THE LIGHT! I feel the blade of love in my heart. I want to share my pain with the world. I want to make everyone feel the blade like I've felt so deep for so long. The sadness of god's lowliest creature makes me weep with fevered pity. I would serve them all with fervent zealotry if my time were not extinguished like Rip Van Winkle. When the world of the future comes to know my name then we will see how late it's become in history. How the sands of time are moving away in a cold blue shift. Maybe the knobs will lock again and the heading will be misunderstood. Accept my love and I will give it all away. I will keep none for myself. I am a servant of my own soul. I am a ghost in living flesh. Wake me up with the morning's lamentations. I will plant flowers in my eyes. The roots will make my corneas fertile. The tactile addiction clears. I no longer need touch. Now only light will burn my skin.

Joey has laughed but never shown the tearsSo she may laugh in the autumn of your yearsWhen you're with her I wonder if it's trueAll that they said of a world without youWhere she may come from, where she may goWho she may run from, noone will knowWhy she was late may trouble you someStill you wait for Joey to come

On a dark night, Kindled in love with yearnings
-- oh, happy chance! --
I went forth without being observed,
My house being now at rest.
In darkness and secure,
By the secret ladder, disguised
-- oh, happy chance! --
In darkness and in concealment,
My house being now at rest.
In the happy night,
In secret, when none saw me,
Nor I beheld aught,
Without light or guide, save that which burned in my heart.
This light guided me
More surely than the light of noonday,
To the place where he (well I knew who!) was awaiting me
-- A place where none appeared.
Oh, night that guided me,
Oh, night more lovely than the dawn,
Oh, night that joined Beloved with lover,
Lover transformed in the Beloved!
Upon my flowery breast,
Kept wholly for himself alone,
There he stayed sleeping, and I caressed him,
And the fanning of the cedars made a breeze.
The breeze blew from the turret
As I parted his locks;
With his gentle hand he wounded my neck
And caused all my senses to be suspended.
I remained, lost in oblivion;
My face I reclined on the Beloved.
All ceased and I abandoned myself,
Leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies.

Soundlab:
Saturday, March 17, 9pm, $10
Akron/Family
w/ Auger

This movie's gonna be out soon

YOU left me, sweet, two legacies,—
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;

You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.

Emily Dickinson (1830–86).

poison

Crispin Glover came to the Eastman house today promoting his film What Is It and his Slide SHow. I was gonna go, but I ended up sleeping all day.