Holy effing snap. A classic from Ziggy becomes epic here.
Category: Writing
Disarmimg.
We USians have the right to bear arms, and so, presumably, raccoon arms too, < whatever the eff that’s about> but this is beside the point.
Consider disarmourment as a means of disarming.
Someone in the know cued me into these words. Thank you to that fellow, who prob doesn’t have no idea. He.
Let’s consider:
Disarm
I. t. 1. To cause to surrender arms; deprive of weapons or the like. 2. To deprive of power to harm or annoy ; quell ; allay.
II. i. To lay aside arms; reduce a land or naval armament from a war to a peace footing.
A peace footing is getting on the dexter foot, I presume.
Watch “David Bowie – Rock ‘N’ Roll With Me (Live) (Great quality)” on YouTube
For real ‘dough. How had I not known bout this song?
“Ravioli” and Goodnight Moon
via “Ravioli” and Goodnight Moon
Cheers to this amazing educator, bot time and effort are not taken for granted. So glad you reflected and then shared.
Watch “The Velvet Underground – Rock & Roll” on YouTube
Dont own rights but have mad love for these ‘uns.
Good intro song for non-fans.
Take a moment to appreciate the tension in the picture. Highlarious.
See if ya recognize any of ’em.
Watch “Portishead – Roads” on YouTube
Dont own right, but pay mad homage.
So lovesomely sexy.
Watch “The Doors “Been Down So Long (Alternate Version)”” on YouTube
No rights owned.
Never heard this ‘un before.
Is was another day.
The sun shied back into the woods, partially concealed behind a cloak of mist and residual angular trajectory.
It gave the morning a quintessence of allure and glamour, even including that tinge of melancholy which the Vested feel.
I suppose nostalgia may be a more apt descriptor than melancholy.
Then again, I guess both words are completely right & dexter yet, simulateously, inappropriate.
The sun tests the boundary condition between night and day; everyday it rises.
I test the boundary condition within to see how supple and malleable I be without shattering into infinity just yet.
Chapter IX | Horror Fiction
Идіотъ The Idiot…remarks from an idiot
Fyodor Dostoevsky, as this gal understands, is no fool.
I read The Idiot in highschool, for personal ed as opposed to curriculum and yes, it was because I wanted to impress myself by reading Russian lit unguided. And yes, referencing this on AP exams 15 yrs ago was conducive to high scores.
However, I was spared the light~gel of literary criticism in my reading of The Idiot.
It was only later I heard I heard this novel was widely allegeded to be a mere allegory for Christ.
Screw that. Dostoevsky knew better.
So did Augustine.
See it and them another way.
Wildness follows
Hidden in picture hidden behind picture
But made manifest in words.
The images spin wildly but not the sensation.
The sensation of love being loving.
Of being analog in a brave new digital world.
Circles and squares, yes I love men with no head of hair.
No vanity to comb. Just face to world. Eyes to others.
Hollow cheeks with lovely scars of age.
Hold it, sir. Too handsome, lovesome.
But dont really stop, please.
Clumsy, but blushing you leave me.
Watch “David Live 1974 full album” on YouTube
David Live 1974 full album: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLV2SQzMY9xAl285xh2GDgSib54pci7w8v
Cheers to nickreeves, who suggested a song that led to my discovering this.
Wowza canowza. Aem still digesting but had to spread the words ASAP.
No rights owned, mad homage being paid.
The woods have eyes too… he, he
Slightly aggressive, especially if feeling
Partially cornered
Total arousal of senses. Endocrine ; adrenaline ; spite but not smite at The Smug who think shes blind.
Eyes cutting sidewards, upwards to the left or downwards
i.e. any way but candidly.
Only one mouse spoke words to make her honest shudders occur.
UnLike the ignorant liars, soothsayers, mad pipers, would be priors, et al.
Facading smile worn in protection of someone or something. Such a precious, protective pretense should be judged not.
We keep Stretching until tendons roll over bits of lingering softness.
Until ligaments distend symmetricaly and transform that which was almost unrecognizable into something that is inexorably unrecognizable.
Gravity is Relative is Perspective is Obectively Subjective
Gravity is invariably variable.
People look incredulous at this assertion, but love hearing about the moon.
It’s not wrong or untrue to say howling at the moon is more appealing than Feeling gravity.
I can point at the point.
I can ellucidaye the gravity.
But it must be walked, its weight felt,
The effect on body in motion and body not in motion.
Inaction cannot be taken for granted
BRIDGE
From F&W dic aka tha best of my four.
I. vb To construct a bridge or bridges over ; span ; get over ; pass.
II. n.
1. A structure erected to AFFORD PASSAGE ACROSS A WATERWAY or the like ; a raised support.
2. An observational~platform or partial deck BUILT ACROSS AND ABOVE a ship’s deck for the use of the officers, the pilot, etc.
3. (1) Auction bridge.
(2) BRIDGE~WHIST
4. Something likened to a bridge.
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Watch “James Brown – Soul Power. 1971 (12″ Long Version)” on YouTube
Dont own rights, paying mad homage.
Soul Power reminds me of Bowie/Ziggy’s Soul Love
Give it to me, put it back
Can we go to the bridge now?
I wanna go to the bridge…..me too!
I wanna get under your skin.
Gotta feeeeyeeel it.
I need help, I cant do it alone
Come back for more, say it again, come back for more.
Say it again!
You, ball on tha bound, you gotta get down.
You heard him, do your lil thing.
Dark Love Poems
Dig it much. Thanks for making.
It was a day
Like most other days, the sky still hung overhead but this day it did so with pink and blue colors, giving the impression of sunset first thing in the morning.
The sun championed itself again, and did not hide.
The leaves outside change and changed again.
Even the leaf in my study, the one I collected from the forest months ago, the yellow one with the tiny green dot, continued to change.
Hollow in the midst of phase shift
Phase shift from upright to horizontal.
Phasing into sleep, but failing.
Fantasizing about flesh, step by steps, instructionals.
Finally coalescing into tactile sensations aroused from the mind
There came a sharp mental crack-
And the moment passed and the phase shift falters…
Time to remount
WrittenCasey 