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.

http://memefest.org/
Global Eye -- Last Rights

Freedom of thought is the foundation of a free society.
Isn’t that worth defending?

Come to the Rochester Social Forum and Protest today.

today's links:
http://www.subgenius.com/
http://www.geocities.com/main_clinton_leaveit/

today's poem:

*Entropic Distance; Fragmented Pangea*

Turn the corner and my mind doesn't work
Laying the bricks in the wall before the machine stops working
Dry lips and moist pants
Fucked on hashish and beer
The lights dim
There's really no light at all
And you became a ghost
All I could see was yr auora and it scared me
Frantic in the playground of yr mind
Bending, turning, streching
Fucking my mind
Fucking in my mind
Fucking up my mind
Black lights make bodies glow like the gray race
Married to my mind
Married in my mind
Married to humankind
Touching, breathing, thinking,
Stoned as fuck
My mind's not clear
My eyes, heavy eyes
Red from grass and fatigue
Run run run! The lunatic approaches!
We're gonna need to go further than that
We're gonna have to go down
Watching the trails that precede my cigarette
A joint and codeine on the beach
The waves feel like me
Crashing against yr shore
And not alone like before

If you want to know what's going on in Iraq right now check this site out.

Here's a poem I'm writing right now...

*No Sane, Just Sleeping*

I had just turned 19 when my life changed
I couldn't see myself in the mirror
All I saw was a reflection of something that wasn't me
And the reflection was physical
And I'm sure it wasn't me because I'm not
In fact, I'm nothing and nowhere
But it's all the same
So I want to touch other human beings
And I want to tell them I love them
Because that will make them human
But I'm in love with everybody
And I finally understand what she said
And why we had to break up
Because love isn't something you lock up
It's something you give freely
And I don't think you can see that
I guess we're all different
But I thought you were more different
I thought you were special
Not a square, but a triangle... or better yet a circle
Everything was circles
And she was circles and the room was circles
But all I tried to do was make sense of it
And it didn't work
It only made things worse
I don't think I'll do those drugs together again
But I can never say for sure
But why does it always seem like yr either completely alone, or yr streched too thin
And you can't possibly have enough love for everyone who loves you
And you feel so close to everybody
Which is why I finally understand what she said
And why we had to break up
And it scares me to see myself taking the same road
And it scares me to think that I am no longer what I was
And I've somehow grown
And I've somehow become something different
Maybe better, but definately not the same
And I don't think I'll ever be the same again
So we put our arms around eachother
And I think about her
But I can't forget how close I came to others
Physical touch is the eventual result of the collision of souls
Maybe we'll all touch someday
And maybe we won't be jealous
But we'll still be friends
And we'll still be married
Because everyone is married to everyone
And I've come to the realization that there are only two people in this world
Those who have love in their hearts...
and those who don't

Everyone should come to the Western New York Social Forum in Rochester.

Here's lyrics to a song that's on Love, Revolution and Grass and a poem which I might turn into a song...

*Death*

I've decided I want to die choking on my own vomit
I heard once
- I don't remember if it was Satan or George Orwell -
That if you want to be free you've got to die in yr boots
I like going to bed wet
So maybe I'll drown myself in the toilet as I go
Make fun of dying
Mock death then leave
This is why I don't drink... much
Because every once in a while you think dreams will save you
But press the levar and they're flushed like everything else
Maybe that's why I can't stand churches

It's Not My Revolution If I Can't Puff

Drugs drugs are good
Drugs drugs are bad
It's all in what you call it
Is it a drug if it's medicine?
Is it a drug if it's a plant?
I saw a homeless civil-war reenactor walking into a McDonald's carrying a musket and a sack full of something
And everyone has their own explanations
It's either too few or too many drugs
The doctors gave me Zoloft
My friends gave me pot
I liked pot better
If you don't do enough drugs they say you'll die
We've all got to go sometime
Didn't you hear Joe Hill say it's a lie that yr high in the sky when you die
I define drugs differently
And I don't think there's any reason why I shouldn't be high in the sky while I'm still alive
So let's cut the bullshit:
The herbacides, the wars and the jails
Long live the FARC
Spark that shit and feed yr fucking head

My new tape is done. It's like 20 something songs and it's two sides of a 60 min tape. It's called A Whole Bunch of Songs About Love, Revolution and Grass. E-mail me or talk to me in person if you want a copy. Here's another pie link.

The world needs more pieings like this one.

Listen people, let's stop kissing Dean's ass and start smashing the state. Vote Democrat? Nah, I prefer revolution.

http://www.midnighttavern.com/jesusdance.html

Why the Green Party (of Monroe County) sucks:
They wouldn't endorce Harry Davis for Rochester city council even though he is registered as a Green and has been working with the Green Party for years.
They have a misleading stand on marijuana.
They rely too heavily on electoral politics while putting little energy into direct action.