http://gnosis.org/ecclesia/catechism.htm
http://gnosis.org/gnostsoc/gnostsoc.htm#
http://www.ageac.org/ingles/index.htm
http://www.plymouthspiritualistchurch.org/
http://www.ulc.org/
Sunday, March 05, 2006
I am involved in a collaborative musical project called Santa Sangre now with some other people. Here are some cool links:
http://espers.org/
http://www.esotericarchives.com/esoteric.htm
http://www.devipress.com/articles/jung-gnosticism/
http://www.anotherday.co.uk/
http://www.delerium.co.uk/
http://cripplecrow.com/
http://www.fairportconvention.co.uk/
http://www.gnosis.org
http://espers.org/
http://www.esotericarchives.com/esoteric.htm
http://www.devipress.com/articles/jung-gnosticism/
http://www.anotherday.co.uk/
http://www.delerium.co.uk/
http://cripplecrow.com/
http://www.fairportconvention.co.uk/
http://www.gnosis.org
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Friday, February 18, 2005
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
I'm fuckin' really strunk and blasphemous (and ever post-modern). fuckin http://members.aol.com/beyondjw
i'm a loser aparently. well anyway. this is my blog. i'm a blogger. dumb internet bullshit. pay attention. the unabomber says: http://www.thecourier.com/manifest.htm
Thursday, January 27, 2005
A collection of things I wrote at work:
Oh captain morgan my captain
I sing the body electric
Two beer minimum
Amber fluid flowing
The lioness protects her cubs
Hyenas lurk chuckling in the dark
Thw whole jungle sings the song of 99 Bananas
Mix yr derangement with Pepsi
Vomit therapy
The train will not hesitate to slice you in half
A young cop stands in front of me in line at Wendy's
He eyes the buttons on my coat
I'm two parts Hunter Thompson and one part Malcolm X
I am within reach of his gun
A cool way to commit suicide
My friends would defend me saying I'd never hurt a fly
But my obituary would still say "insane dope fiend dies trying to steal cop's gun"
If I got busted I would use my one phone call to get alhold of Molly
I would tell her to call Carbon Particles and ask him if he could get ahold of any lawyers that would work for me pro-bono
Even if it was drug charges I think I could find someone for free especially if I say I'm an activist
Bail could be a problem
Bondsmen don't usually work for free
what can you do
I started reading a John Updike book but never could finish it. It didn't have references to snorting large amounts of mysterious white powders of wide open beavers in the first chapter. I find it hard to be entertained by anything that doesn't have sex, drugs and/or violence somehow involved. Pomo desensitization. Nothing shocks us anymore. I am also partial to authors that make liberal use of the so-called off-color vocabulary. Shit, fuck, dick, cunt, bitch, ass. I like the Scottish derivatives especially: shite and arse. Favorite authors: Hunter S. Thompson, Kurt Vonnegut, Chuck Palaniuk, Ken Kesey. Poets: Allen Ginsberg, Ken Rexroth
some blasphemy i didn't write at work:
(this one is also a song with melodies and accompaniments)
*Cletus Juniper*
Repulsive rabbi speaks in silent echoing voices
The disgusting delusions and dreams belonging to his beans
Trumpeter blows a fanfare
He speaks like a Siamese kitten with emphysema
Only in whispers does he speak
His gongs exploding all stages
And the disciples closely watching
His face red with the fury of the almighty
His pupils dialated in anticipation of heaven
He closes his eyes every time he says the word "belong"
Christ moved a mountain with a mustard seed in his mind
He just is doping and dreaming
He's so small he had to be a bitch in prison
Of those days he speaks quite frankly
He believes in the free expression of flatulation
His wife is polyamorous but he is celebate
He wears diamond rings on every finger
His toes beat out what the skin keeps trying to say
Jesus is a man and he lives in Montana
(untitled nonsense)
when I was younger I was poison
The sun was always out radiating joy
Banish stressful behavior
Seratonin reuptake inhibition
Noiseless machine makes everything okay
Angels came down and spun my head around
And when they were done I had lost direction
and was left with the inability to find god
I just play this dirty blues music
Beefed up with electronic steroids
Laughing at the hens with their eggs
and the roosters with their cocks
Going in guns ablaze
6-shooter in one hand
M-1 in the other
and Molotov Cocktails break spilling love all over the ground
To burn is the most selfless act
It ended the war in Vietnam
Eat the fireflies
A new meaning to smoking gun
Smelling like urine day after day
Anarchist stuff from other websites:
Does the Anarchist Cookbook really contain errors?
Yes. Lots of them. A classic error is the recipe for extracting the drug bananadine from banana peels. The flaw is that bananadine does not exist; it was mentioned in the March 1967 Berkeley Barb as a joke but the Anarchist Cookbook took it seriously. [Reference: "Storming Heaven: LSD and the American Dream, p. 336, thanks to Lamont Granquist.]
http://www.righto.com/anarchy/
Deregulating Drug Use
An Anarchist Perspective
BAD Broadside #1
The debate about drug use in this country is usually framed in terms of continued criminalization vs legalization. the positions in this debate mean continued harassment, including arrests, imprisonment, theft of property, and possibly in the near future, execution of drug dealers and users, vs legal regulation of drug use and sales, similar to that of alcohol and cigarettes, including heavy taxation, and restraints on where, when and to whom drugs can be sold. Both of these positions are based on the same assumption, government has the right to tell individuals what they can and cannot do. While legalization would surely be preferable to continued criminalization, there is a third alternative: decriminalization and deregulation. Decriminalization and deregulation of drugs would mean no laws against drugs, no government regulation of drugs sales and use, no arrests, no prisons, no taxes. Eliminating drug laws, instead of simply replacing them with different laws, would produce a free market in drugs where people would be free to sell, ingest, or inject whatever they wished, without government interference.
Drug use is a voluntary, non-violent activity, and should be an individual decision, the business of no one but the user. Government has taken it upon itself to regulate drug use, just as it regulates alcohol use, restricts abortion, and registers and drafts people. in order to better control people. Criminalization of drugs has produced, just as prohibition of alcohol did, an enormous amount of violent crime. Most of this crime is motivated by the need to obtain money to pay the artificially inflated price of illegal drugs. This drug-associated crime is then used as an excuse for police to indiscriminately harass young black men, stopping and searching, and frequently arresting them on the street, for no reason other than that they live in a "high crime" area. Doing away with drug laws would dramatically lower the cost of drugs and thereby eliminate most street crime, as well as remove the excuse police use to terrorize black people.
Decriminalization and deregulation and the resultant competitive market in drugs would produce purer and safer drugs, eliminating much of the death and illness associated with drug use, most of which is caused by contamination of drugs or needles, and unreliable drug strength, not by the nature of the drug itself. Heroin is no more dangerous than aspirin if it is carefully prepared without dangerous additives and injected with a sterile needles. And aspirin overdose can kill as easily as heroin overdose, it just takes longer and feels worse. Decriminalizing needle use would virtually eliminate the transmission of AIDS among IV drug users, as has been the experience in the 38 American states which do not restrict sale of sterile needles. Needle exchange programs are not enough; there need to be more needles available to eliminate needle sharing.
Besides abolishing laws against recreational drugs, eliminating government regulation of "therapeutic" drugs would also benefit people. The FDA prevents many drugs from reaching the market, including treatments for AIDS, cancer and other serious illnesses. And those that do eventually become available are delayed for years by FDA rules, while thousands die. The government is currently responsible for restrictions on aerosolized pentamidine, a drug which prevents Pneumocystis carinii pneumonia. the most frequent cause of death in people who have AIDS. Just as drug laws lead to deaths associated with street drugs and keep people from obtaining sterile needles to prevent transmission of AIDS, drug laws are killing people with AIDS by denying them effective treatment. Drug laws in this country are also preventing marketing of newly developed abortifacients, drugs which induce abortion early in pregnancy, freeing women from their current reliance on the medical establishment for abortion services. these drugs would put the decision about abortion where it belongs: with the individual.
Eliminating drug laws would greatly increase people's options in the areas of pleasure and health. It would also reduce crime, reduce death and illness associated with illegal drug use, and reduce deaths from AIDS and other serious illnesses. Individuals should be free to make their own decisions about drug use, and all other aspects of their lives, without the interference of government or "the community".
bbrigade@world.std.com
November, 1988
http://world.std.com/~bbrigade/badbsd1.htm
Oh captain morgan my captain
I sing the body electric
Two beer minimum
Amber fluid flowing
The lioness protects her cubs
Hyenas lurk chuckling in the dark
Thw whole jungle sings the song of 99 Bananas
Mix yr derangement with Pepsi
Vomit therapy
The train will not hesitate to slice you in half
A young cop stands in front of me in line at Wendy's
He eyes the buttons on my coat
I'm two parts Hunter Thompson and one part Malcolm X
I am within reach of his gun
A cool way to commit suicide
My friends would defend me saying I'd never hurt a fly
But my obituary would still say "insane dope fiend dies trying to steal cop's gun"
If I got busted I would use my one phone call to get alhold of Molly
I would tell her to call Carbon Particles and ask him if he could get ahold of any lawyers that would work for me pro-bono
Even if it was drug charges I think I could find someone for free especially if I say I'm an activist
Bail could be a problem
Bondsmen don't usually work for free
what can you do
I started reading a John Updike book but never could finish it. It didn't have references to snorting large amounts of mysterious white powders of wide open beavers in the first chapter. I find it hard to be entertained by anything that doesn't have sex, drugs and/or violence somehow involved. Pomo desensitization. Nothing shocks us anymore. I am also partial to authors that make liberal use of the so-called off-color vocabulary. Shit, fuck, dick, cunt, bitch, ass. I like the Scottish derivatives especially: shite and arse. Favorite authors: Hunter S. Thompson, Kurt Vonnegut, Chuck Palaniuk, Ken Kesey. Poets: Allen Ginsberg, Ken Rexroth
some blasphemy i didn't write at work:
(this one is also a song with melodies and accompaniments)
*Cletus Juniper*
Repulsive rabbi speaks in silent echoing voices
The disgusting delusions and dreams belonging to his beans
Trumpeter blows a fanfare
He speaks like a Siamese kitten with emphysema
Only in whispers does he speak
His gongs exploding all stages
And the disciples closely watching
His face red with the fury of the almighty
His pupils dialated in anticipation of heaven
He closes his eyes every time he says the word "belong"
Christ moved a mountain with a mustard seed in his mind
He just is doping and dreaming
He's so small he had to be a bitch in prison
Of those days he speaks quite frankly
He believes in the free expression of flatulation
His wife is polyamorous but he is celebate
He wears diamond rings on every finger
His toes beat out what the skin keeps trying to say
Jesus is a man and he lives in Montana
(untitled nonsense)
when I was younger I was poison
The sun was always out radiating joy
Banish stressful behavior
Seratonin reuptake inhibition
Noiseless machine makes everything okay
Angels came down and spun my head around
And when they were done I had lost direction
and was left with the inability to find god
I just play this dirty blues music
Beefed up with electronic steroids
Laughing at the hens with their eggs
and the roosters with their cocks
Going in guns ablaze
6-shooter in one hand
M-1 in the other
and Molotov Cocktails break spilling love all over the ground
To burn is the most selfless act
It ended the war in Vietnam
Eat the fireflies
A new meaning to smoking gun
Smelling like urine day after day
Anarchist stuff from other websites:
Does the Anarchist Cookbook really contain errors?
Yes. Lots of them. A classic error is the recipe for extracting the drug bananadine from banana peels. The flaw is that bananadine does not exist; it was mentioned in the March 1967 Berkeley Barb as a joke but the Anarchist Cookbook took it seriously. [Reference: "Storming Heaven: LSD and the American Dream, p. 336, thanks to Lamont Granquist.]
http://www.righto.com/anarchy/
Deregulating Drug Use
An Anarchist Perspective
BAD Broadside #1
The debate about drug use in this country is usually framed in terms of continued criminalization vs legalization. the positions in this debate mean continued harassment, including arrests, imprisonment, theft of property, and possibly in the near future, execution of drug dealers and users, vs legal regulation of drug use and sales, similar to that of alcohol and cigarettes, including heavy taxation, and restraints on where, when and to whom drugs can be sold. Both of these positions are based on the same assumption, government has the right to tell individuals what they can and cannot do. While legalization would surely be preferable to continued criminalization, there is a third alternative: decriminalization and deregulation. Decriminalization and deregulation of drugs would mean no laws against drugs, no government regulation of drugs sales and use, no arrests, no prisons, no taxes. Eliminating drug laws, instead of simply replacing them with different laws, would produce a free market in drugs where people would be free to sell, ingest, or inject whatever they wished, without government interference.
Drug use is a voluntary, non-violent activity, and should be an individual decision, the business of no one but the user. Government has taken it upon itself to regulate drug use, just as it regulates alcohol use, restricts abortion, and registers and drafts people. in order to better control people. Criminalization of drugs has produced, just as prohibition of alcohol did, an enormous amount of violent crime. Most of this crime is motivated by the need to obtain money to pay the artificially inflated price of illegal drugs. This drug-associated crime is then used as an excuse for police to indiscriminately harass young black men, stopping and searching, and frequently arresting them on the street, for no reason other than that they live in a "high crime" area. Doing away with drug laws would dramatically lower the cost of drugs and thereby eliminate most street crime, as well as remove the excuse police use to terrorize black people.
Decriminalization and deregulation and the resultant competitive market in drugs would produce purer and safer drugs, eliminating much of the death and illness associated with drug use, most of which is caused by contamination of drugs or needles, and unreliable drug strength, not by the nature of the drug itself. Heroin is no more dangerous than aspirin if it is carefully prepared without dangerous additives and injected with a sterile needles. And aspirin overdose can kill as easily as heroin overdose, it just takes longer and feels worse. Decriminalizing needle use would virtually eliminate the transmission of AIDS among IV drug users, as has been the experience in the 38 American states which do not restrict sale of sterile needles. Needle exchange programs are not enough; there need to be more needles available to eliminate needle sharing.
Besides abolishing laws against recreational drugs, eliminating government regulation of "therapeutic" drugs would also benefit people. The FDA prevents many drugs from reaching the market, including treatments for AIDS, cancer and other serious illnesses. And those that do eventually become available are delayed for years by FDA rules, while thousands die. The government is currently responsible for restrictions on aerosolized pentamidine, a drug which prevents Pneumocystis carinii pneumonia. the most frequent cause of death in people who have AIDS. Just as drug laws lead to deaths associated with street drugs and keep people from obtaining sterile needles to prevent transmission of AIDS, drug laws are killing people with AIDS by denying them effective treatment. Drug laws in this country are also preventing marketing of newly developed abortifacients, drugs which induce abortion early in pregnancy, freeing women from their current reliance on the medical establishment for abortion services. these drugs would put the decision about abortion where it belongs: with the individual.
Eliminating drug laws would greatly increase people's options in the areas of pleasure and health. It would also reduce crime, reduce death and illness associated with illegal drug use, and reduce deaths from AIDS and other serious illnesses. Individuals should be free to make their own decisions about drug use, and all other aspects of their lives, without the interference of government or "the community".
bbrigade@world.std.com
November, 1988
http://world.std.com/~bbrigade/badbsd1.htm
Monday, January 10, 2005
i update this rarely to never. here are some ramblings that i'm making up as i go along.
rare wine tasting like metallic paint slide down bitch's throat like robitussin
group thereapy teaches how to cope with the pain of rape and underground dog fighting
failure to communicate
loss of grip on reality
inability to cope with threatening forces
lazer beams and pulse beam emmitters
laboritory jokes
kids feeding wine to monkeys addicted to cigarettes and hurling feces
i am lonely and misunderstood
i am so pretesious and emo
i work at a group home
rabbit stew with a basil garnish
the yumminess of barbarism
selfish practitioner of the occult arts
new age yuppies
richies and trustafarians
monroe ave where the rich and crackheads meet
poverty rears its ugly face
quarter dime nickel penny
rochester is the most pomo city i've been in
it afflicts my worldview
i am sick with the desire for something new
and my bestial instincts
sweating at the thought of masturbating in the woods
my poetry becomes obscene
oh no, this is the internet
the realm of porn and aol and the department of homeland security
my paranoia
the disease
the radicals with their black umbrellas at the reflecting pool
shouting 'hey hey ho ho' and nothing comes after
no more message, just ritual
take is broken left wing and learn to fly
viva zapata is john mccain's favorit movie
fuck the john-john dems for prez
skull and bones conspiracy
conceding the race
one hand washes the other
secret societies take care of their own
bohemian grove
frusteration and postmodernism
tactics aren't working
militancy, not pacifism
long live FARC and the other drug-runnging guerrillas
they will save colombia and amerika and the world
if you want to know what i really think you'd better be strip searched
the wires will kill me
i'll cut them out of my neck with a spoon
and the cow jumped over the moon
http://www.crumbmuseum.com/
http://www.drugsanddreams.com
http://www.third-plateau.org/knowledgebase/misc.shtml#enema
How to Perform a DXM Enema: a study in perversion
The DXMenema is a method of ingestion of cough suppressant that some find useful because they cannot consume DXM any other way with out becomeing nauseous, the procedure may make you nauseous, but it won't be due to your stomach not likeing the syurp or the powder.
Materials:
DXM powder.
An oral syringe, it is a 10mL (10cc) syringe with no needle, it is used to give little kids medicine. Some water.
About 1mL worth of alcohol.
A regular fleet enema
Your favorite lubricant, I would suggest anal eze...
Procedure:
1. Fast for 12 to 24 hours, the longer you fast the less material will be in your system and you don't have to worry about everything coming out as you are sitting there typing on your computer... In my experience 12 hours isn't really enough, you don't want anything in your lower intestine...
2. Prepare the oral syringe. To do this take a shot glass and put 5 mL's of water in it (use the markings on the syringe), then put about 1mL of your alcohol in there, I used Johnny Walker Black Label, but any hard alcohol will work, don't use denatured alcohol or anything type of alcohol that is not meant for human consumption. Then add however much DXM powder you need into the shot glass. It isn't going to mix that well with the alcohol and water, but all you need to do is get it in the syringe. So suck up the DXM juice into the syringe, if you have to add more water to get all the powder in there. Now you have a DXM rectal injection tool ready. You can put in more water depending on how much DXM you are using, I had a really bad cough the day I did it so I used 500mg of DXM, it worked, experiment to find the right amout of liquid for you.
3. Use an enema now, just a regular one but get all the shit out. I did not do this, trust me it is a good idea..
4. Inject the Syringe full of DXM into your ass (this is also known as grabing your ankles and squealing like a pig). This is pretty graphic. You want to get it up there, the nerve endings are in your asshole itself, you don't want to get any of the DXM juice on there or it will burn. So shove it in and inject the liquid. Lubricant is a good idea too.
5. Lie on your side, or on your head, this is to give the liquid sometime to get into your system without walking around leaking...
6. Between 15-30 minutes later you will feel the effects. I have found this to be a decent method of ingesting cough suppressant.
Other Notes:
I only did this one time, it isn't that comfortable doing all of that, and I am not sure how good it is for your lower intestine. But it did work well so... I felt this was a necessary experiment to help out my fellow dexers, it isn't comfortable, but if you are getting sick everytime you are using powder, then this maybe worth trying, it does burn a little as you leak, but if you avoid leaking you should be ok. i.e. lie on your side for like 30 minutes. Also the buzz does come on different, it is pretty neat, give it a shot and post what ya think. Oh yeah the alcohol in the syringe is intended to help the DXM dissolve a little bit more in the solution. I'm not doing it again because I don't get sick taking DXM orally.
---Gdog
http://www.third-plateau.org/knowledgebase/misc.shtml#enema
rare wine tasting like metallic paint slide down bitch's throat like robitussin
group thereapy teaches how to cope with the pain of rape and underground dog fighting
failure to communicate
loss of grip on reality
inability to cope with threatening forces
lazer beams and pulse beam emmitters
laboritory jokes
kids feeding wine to monkeys addicted to cigarettes and hurling feces
i am lonely and misunderstood
i am so pretesious and emo
i work at a group home
rabbit stew with a basil garnish
the yumminess of barbarism
selfish practitioner of the occult arts
new age yuppies
richies and trustafarians
monroe ave where the rich and crackheads meet
poverty rears its ugly face
quarter dime nickel penny
rochester is the most pomo city i've been in
it afflicts my worldview
i am sick with the desire for something new
and my bestial instincts
sweating at the thought of masturbating in the woods
my poetry becomes obscene
oh no, this is the internet
the realm of porn and aol and the department of homeland security
my paranoia
the disease
the radicals with their black umbrellas at the reflecting pool
shouting 'hey hey ho ho' and nothing comes after
no more message, just ritual
take is broken left wing and learn to fly
viva zapata is john mccain's favorit movie
fuck the john-john dems for prez
skull and bones conspiracy
conceding the race
one hand washes the other
secret societies take care of their own
bohemian grove
frusteration and postmodernism
tactics aren't working
militancy, not pacifism
long live FARC and the other drug-runnging guerrillas
they will save colombia and amerika and the world
if you want to know what i really think you'd better be strip searched
the wires will kill me
i'll cut them out of my neck with a spoon
and the cow jumped over the moon
http://www.crumbmuseum.com/
http://www.drugsanddreams.com
http://www.third-plateau.org/knowledgebase/misc.shtml#enema
How to Perform a DXM Enema: a study in perversion
The DXMenema is a method of ingestion of cough suppressant that some find useful because they cannot consume DXM any other way with out becomeing nauseous, the procedure may make you nauseous, but it won't be due to your stomach not likeing the syurp or the powder.
Materials:
DXM powder.
An oral syringe, it is a 10mL (10cc) syringe with no needle, it is used to give little kids medicine. Some water.
About 1mL worth of alcohol.
A regular fleet enema
Your favorite lubricant, I would suggest anal eze...
Procedure:
1. Fast for 12 to 24 hours, the longer you fast the less material will be in your system and you don't have to worry about everything coming out as you are sitting there typing on your computer... In my experience 12 hours isn't really enough, you don't want anything in your lower intestine...
2. Prepare the oral syringe. To do this take a shot glass and put 5 mL's of water in it (use the markings on the syringe), then put about 1mL of your alcohol in there, I used Johnny Walker Black Label, but any hard alcohol will work, don't use denatured alcohol or anything type of alcohol that is not meant for human consumption. Then add however much DXM powder you need into the shot glass. It isn't going to mix that well with the alcohol and water, but all you need to do is get it in the syringe. So suck up the DXM juice into the syringe, if you have to add more water to get all the powder in there. Now you have a DXM rectal injection tool ready. You can put in more water depending on how much DXM you are using, I had a really bad cough the day I did it so I used 500mg of DXM, it worked, experiment to find the right amout of liquid for you.
3. Use an enema now, just a regular one but get all the shit out. I did not do this, trust me it is a good idea..
4. Inject the Syringe full of DXM into your ass (this is also known as grabing your ankles and squealing like a pig). This is pretty graphic. You want to get it up there, the nerve endings are in your asshole itself, you don't want to get any of the DXM juice on there or it will burn. So shove it in and inject the liquid. Lubricant is a good idea too.
5. Lie on your side, or on your head, this is to give the liquid sometime to get into your system without walking around leaking...
6. Between 15-30 minutes later you will feel the effects. I have found this to be a decent method of ingesting cough suppressant.
Other Notes:
I only did this one time, it isn't that comfortable doing all of that, and I am not sure how good it is for your lower intestine. But it did work well so... I felt this was a necessary experiment to help out my fellow dexers, it isn't comfortable, but if you are getting sick everytime you are using powder, then this maybe worth trying, it does burn a little as you leak, but if you avoid leaking you should be ok. i.e. lie on your side for like 30 minutes. Also the buzz does come on different, it is pretty neat, give it a shot and post what ya think. Oh yeah the alcohol in the syringe is intended to help the DXM dissolve a little bit more in the solution. I'm not doing it again because I don't get sick taking DXM orally.
---Gdog
http://www.third-plateau.org/knowledgebase/misc.shtml#enema
Monday, November 08, 2004
dragons ripping boing going grabby grabby in the western hemisphere
rock and roll nightmare
believe in the misunderstood banker or novelist or better astronaut
greedy sticky fingers finding money on coffee tables of unsuspecting spectators
bewildered herd electing figures make fecal decisions in the bathroom
rune card reading 777 on the mexicali floor for forgiving nevermind
mailing the promise of forty acres and a mule to ride into urban wastelands and ghettos in on but no palm branches frame the path
imprisoned in the city
trapped in the blight or might makes right
police and cars whistling past making yr day a little less happy or convenient
perculiar
rock and roll nightmare
believe in the misunderstood banker or novelist or better astronaut
greedy sticky fingers finding money on coffee tables of unsuspecting spectators
bewildered herd electing figures make fecal decisions in the bathroom
rune card reading 777 on the mexicali floor for forgiving nevermind
mailing the promise of forty acres and a mule to ride into urban wastelands and ghettos in on but no palm branches frame the path
imprisoned in the city
trapped in the blight or might makes right
police and cars whistling past making yr day a little less happy or convenient
perculiar
Monday, November 01, 2004
I realize that I haven't updated this page in a while. We're in Rochester. I have decided that I am a mystic. Here is a website http://www.digiserve.com/mystic/index.html
Thursday, August 26, 2004
We're in a rest area in North Dakota where they have free internet. Wierd eh. Anyway, I'm feeling a little homesick and lonely. Here is an angry poem.
*Growl*
shhh, I am a secret
I am angry but don't let them on
swallowed too many capsules that come from horse hooves to be vegan
balance and disorder chill together on the couch in my mind's waiting room
and heavy metal falls from the sky
going *tink*tink*tink* on the marble floor
represent my rotting teeth
stuck in succession with the devil and the angels
happy to make peace
but proud to disturb it
I don't know about you but there are a lot of things in this world that piss me off
and that i can't change
and that pisses me off more
like vote for donkey to banish the monster
how was the RNC? and how are those petitions going?
A petition never blew up a building
but the anarchists did
they blew up parliament in NAZI Germany
and hitler killed them
but these days death is much quieter
*Growl*
shhh, I am a secret
I am angry but don't let them on
swallowed too many capsules that come from horse hooves to be vegan
balance and disorder chill together on the couch in my mind's waiting room
and heavy metal falls from the sky
going *tink*tink*tink* on the marble floor
represent my rotting teeth
stuck in succession with the devil and the angels
happy to make peace
but proud to disturb it
I don't know about you but there are a lot of things in this world that piss me off
and that i can't change
and that pisses me off more
like vote for donkey to banish the monster
how was the RNC? and how are those petitions going?
A petition never blew up a building
but the anarchists did
they blew up parliament in NAZI Germany
and hitler killed them
but these days death is much quieter
Monday, August 23, 2004
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
I am changing my pseudonym to Dorian Gray after the Oscar Wilde book because the music is different (more experimental and less emo) and the subject matter is somewhat different. The answer to Hastheboyfallen? is "yes, he has." Being homeless is wonderful so far. At this point I would recommend it to anyone looking for some liberation. Here's a happy poem:
The holes in my brain I don't mind
As long as i can feel it in my face
And my arms
Float like they were wings
Funny little things
They call them fingers but I've never seen them fing
It isn't a small world
Actually it's very big
And despite the six degrees there's still a lot to see
And the dope doesn't decieve me like parents and politicians do
I like my life and I love you
I care not if tomorrow I die
Because I wouldn't die without having lived life
Like so many that are still alive
I may go gentle into the night
But I still love my life
And that may be the most insane thing of all
Sometimes I feel like I am the only happy person in the world
*This Chair is a Nihilist*
The holes in my brain I don't mind
As long as i can feel it in my face
And my arms
Float like they were wings
Funny little things
They call them fingers but I've never seen them fing
It isn't a small world
Actually it's very big
And despite the six degrees there's still a lot to see
And the dope doesn't decieve me like parents and politicians do
I like my life and I love you
I care not if tomorrow I die
Because I wouldn't die without having lived life
Like so many that are still alive
I may go gentle into the night
But I still love my life
And that may be the most insane thing of all
Sometimes I feel like I am the only happy person in the world
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
I am going to be on the road like Kerouac very very soon with my love Maggie. You can reach us at this e-mooil address: crustyrobot@emailaccount.com
"Love will carry us through
The good and bad days
Read the angels when they breathe
Get lost in the drive
You are the only drug I need
Goodbye this life goodbye"
I love you all Brockport/Rochester people, especially the family dan, julie, jeremey, carl, pat. I will miss you. Like julie wrote, our lives our a cookie sheet that's all cooked together, where do we separate them. I didn't paraphrase that as nearly as eloquently as she wrote it, but it was a great poem that brought tears to my eyes. Good luck everyone. I will be thinking about you.
"Love will carry us through
The good and bad days
Read the angels when they breathe
Get lost in the drive
You are the only drug I need
Goodbye this life goodbye"
I love you all Brockport/Rochester people, especially the family dan, julie, jeremey, carl, pat. I will miss you. Like julie wrote, our lives our a cookie sheet that's all cooked together, where do we separate them. I didn't paraphrase that as nearly as eloquently as she wrote it, but it was a great poem that brought tears to my eyes. Good luck everyone. I will be thinking about you.
Monday, May 10, 2004
My name is Mitch and these are my thoughts...
$20 bills and empty liquor bottles lay calmly on the coffe table next to cigarette butts and glass pipes. A syringe is surely falling to pierce the toe of a guru. Happy faces reveal the bags under the eyes of ghosts. A smile is a curse and I know you know what it is. And it seems like yr always backwards in the mirror. And it seems like yr always backwards. But does a heart pump blood if the aortic chambers are on opposite sides? And do we really know the white devil yet? Beneath the coffee stains and chicken bones the coffin of black nationalism is rolling around. Can we recover? Or are we a doomed race? I never knew killing whitey would be so painful. I wrote a poem last night about friends and how I have none. That's a larf. A continuation of the story of the DC trip: Went through Conesus Lake and Livonia rocking old timey music. Reminded me of Christina and that party. There is an awkward silence in the car. It and the wind and maybe the MAOI's make my ears ring. Stopped at a truck stop near Bath. Rednecks started asking us what our T-shirts say. *****'s had an upside down Amerikan flag and "Fuck right off" on his. The protest was fun. We burned some flags. We had to go party in the car afterwards because our host didn't want drugs or alcohol in the house. I had a great time in the DC slums. We got some herb from a crackhead and hung out in a revolutionary resturaunt and had conversations with the black nationalists who own it. One of them said, "If you see a rich person, shoot them." I wondered if I should shoot all the condo dweller in the neighborhood in which we were staying. The pro-choice march on the last day was kind of boring. We got lost looking for the unpermitted radical-bloc march. We eventually found it by following the bike-pigs. Somehow we got separated from the radical-bloc and had to hang with the more "mature" (older) liberal crowd at the Planned Parenthood rally. It was very boring. We ended up leaving early. I got some hugs from old friends I haven't seen in a while. On the subway I talked to this girl sitting next to me about politics. I think she was flirting with me. She touched me at one point. I like outkast. He doesn't.
Look at me, I'm not that bad
I got thrown in with the wrong crowd
I am a pirate and outlaw
Druggie shoplifting anarchist
And I am a criminal, but not a revolutionary
You drink to me
I'll toke twice for you
Chained by the oppression of distant geography
So much depends on location
And the space-time continum
So take these, my drinks and my tokes, to escape time-space
Because we all want something different
But none of us know how to get it
So some of us break windows, some of us vote, some of us go to marches and some of us retreat into the mental embrace of drugs
Recently I've found myself in the latter category
But when the chemical haze wears off capitalism and my lonliness still exists
And although I'm often distracted from it by bright shining moments
My misery is always there
And all I have to show is a half-smoked cigarette, a blunt roach and $1.53 until next week
No hickies or used condoms
And I didn't save the world
And the revolution didn't come
Sometimes I think it never will
I was a lost soul swimming in a vast aquarium of existence
The blood and the veins
Fill the holes
To rid me of the pain of living
Neither alive nor dead
Just comfortably numb
To dull the pain of living
And the realization that I am not a revolutionary
Only a failed visionary
One of the last of the dreamers
A generations crippled by junkieism and neurosis
The last personal adventure
Clip and paste
The words on the page aren't even my own
How's this for originality
One thousand skulls picking god's nose
It's easy to paint a picture with black
When everything's a copy of a copy of a copy
Sweat that shite out of yr system
Broken bones
It's just my fucking jones
Nothing's going to bring me back
Tomorrow I pack my bags for the moon
This earth has only disappointed me
Wars, class, power, the meaninglessness of change
The meaninglessness of protest
The meaninglessness of originality
The shattered dream of a revolution
And the retreat back into the deepest corners of the mind
Searching the soul for a fraction of the spark that once fueled my own personal Jihad
Everything seems to me coming full circle
And the pressure on my temples is symbolic of the shackles on my liberty
Will I one day snap?
Will weapons be involved?
Am I just confused?
I am lonely
Just let me fuck you, anyone will do
I am tired
Let me rest
It's been a long journey
And there's still so far to go
"On April 25th, Anarchists not only failed feminism, but anarchism itself. Instead of an anarchist presence which aligned itself with feminism and directly supported the expression of feminist anger, we showed ourselves as opportunists and holier than thou radicals with a lack of respect for the feminist majority and the important work they do. Our actions were more antagonistic to the goals of the day and our feminist allies rather than supportive." <- This was me, I am an antagonist, not a protagonist.
$20 bills and empty liquor bottles lay calmly on the coffe table next to cigarette butts and glass pipes. A syringe is surely falling to pierce the toe of a guru. Happy faces reveal the bags under the eyes of ghosts. A smile is a curse and I know you know what it is. And it seems like yr always backwards in the mirror. And it seems like yr always backwards. But does a heart pump blood if the aortic chambers are on opposite sides? And do we really know the white devil yet? Beneath the coffee stains and chicken bones the coffin of black nationalism is rolling around. Can we recover? Or are we a doomed race? I never knew killing whitey would be so painful. I wrote a poem last night about friends and how I have none. That's a larf. A continuation of the story of the DC trip: Went through Conesus Lake and Livonia rocking old timey music. Reminded me of Christina and that party. There is an awkward silence in the car. It and the wind and maybe the MAOI's make my ears ring. Stopped at a truck stop near Bath. Rednecks started asking us what our T-shirts say. *****'s had an upside down Amerikan flag and "Fuck right off" on his. The protest was fun. We burned some flags. We had to go party in the car afterwards because our host didn't want drugs or alcohol in the house. I had a great time in the DC slums. We got some herb from a crackhead and hung out in a revolutionary resturaunt and had conversations with the black nationalists who own it. One of them said, "If you see a rich person, shoot them." I wondered if I should shoot all the condo dweller in the neighborhood in which we were staying. The pro-choice march on the last day was kind of boring. We got lost looking for the unpermitted radical-bloc march. We eventually found it by following the bike-pigs. Somehow we got separated from the radical-bloc and had to hang with the more "mature" (older) liberal crowd at the Planned Parenthood rally. It was very boring. We ended up leaving early. I got some hugs from old friends I haven't seen in a while. On the subway I talked to this girl sitting next to me about politics. I think she was flirting with me. She touched me at one point. I like outkast. He doesn't.
*Sisters of Socialization*
Look at me, I'm not that bad
I got thrown in with the wrong crowd
I am a pirate and outlaw
Druggie shoplifting anarchist
And I am a criminal, but not a revolutionary
You drink to me
I'll toke twice for you
Chained by the oppression of distant geography
So much depends on location
And the space-time continum
So take these, my drinks and my tokes, to escape time-space
Because we all want something different
But none of us know how to get it
So some of us break windows, some of us vote, some of us go to marches and some of us retreat into the mental embrace of drugs
Recently I've found myself in the latter category
But when the chemical haze wears off capitalism and my lonliness still exists
And although I'm often distracted from it by bright shining moments
My misery is always there
And all I have to show is a half-smoked cigarette, a blunt roach and $1.53 until next week
No hickies or used condoms
And I didn't save the world
And the revolution didn't come
Sometimes I think it never will
*The Low Life*
I was a lost soul swimming in a vast aquarium of existence
The blood and the veins
Fill the holes
To rid me of the pain of living
Neither alive nor dead
Just comfortably numb
To dull the pain of living
And the realization that I am not a revolutionary
Only a failed visionary
One of the last of the dreamers
A generations crippled by junkieism and neurosis
The last personal adventure
Clip and paste
The words on the page aren't even my own
How's this for originality
One thousand skulls picking god's nose
It's easy to paint a picture with black
When everything's a copy of a copy of a copy
Sweat that shite out of yr system
Broken bones
It's just my fucking jones
Nothing's going to bring me back
Tomorrow I pack my bags for the moon
This earth has only disappointed me
Wars, class, power, the meaninglessness of change
The meaninglessness of protest
The meaninglessness of originality
The shattered dream of a revolution
And the retreat back into the deepest corners of the mind
Searching the soul for a fraction of the spark that once fueled my own personal Jihad
Everything seems to me coming full circle
And the pressure on my temples is symbolic of the shackles on my liberty
Will I one day snap?
Will weapons be involved?
Am I just confused?
I am lonely
Just let me fuck you, anyone will do
I am tired
Let me rest
It's been a long journey
And there's still so far to go
"On April 25th, Anarchists not only failed feminism, but anarchism itself. Instead of an anarchist presence which aligned itself with feminism and directly supported the expression of feminist anger, we showed ourselves as opportunists and holier than thou radicals with a lack of respect for the feminist majority and the important work they do. Our actions were more antagonistic to the goals of the day and our feminist allies rather than supportive." <- This was me, I am an antagonist, not a protagonist.