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1st line of a story that’ll get written one day
Doping up our heroine, Jack is on a roll again.
Punk love and Animal Sounds are some motifs.
And sexy sex perhaps.
The embarrassing truth for the moment
Words stream out of my minds mouth at breakneck speed.
Fantasies of unknown play at night of my mental reel to reel.
I’ve handwritten thoughts and fictions of many sorts.
I’ve been on my back in bed many a sleepless night.
I’ve sated myself, sated another, finally gone.
Now I delay and find pleasure in ache.
I’ve stood on my toes and arched my back with arms extended to firm during moments of restlessness.
I listen to music to move like the creature of touch I am.
I’ve stretched out on my side and felt the weight of my breasts shift against my camisole.
So why do all I want now is a man to whom I can talk to dirtylike. Lovesome submission desired, yet shy of. For whom do I cultivate my body, face, and mind? Aside from for my own pleasure, of course.
Work to live or live to work.
I told my sister I live to work and she said gross.
She misunderstands. We all work all the time.
We all move from a place we could call motivation to action.
Do you know yours? If so, what it is and how does it change?
How does it make your garden grow? Does it feel glad in the rain and sun and cold or heat?
How do you balance the swinging pendulum that becomes time’s arrow’s trajectory?
How do you know when to flee the vital activa for that which is its polar opponent?
Can you tell if you’re moving with no mirror to see?
Painfully lonely, not so much.
Suspensed in waiting for manifestation. Arouses my want for love, flesh, desire.
Watch “Stevie Ray Vaughan – Little Wing” on YouTube
I own no rights owned. But even Jim Hendrix had this dude play his tunes, and Bob Dylan ostensibly landed songs to Hendrix, so here we have links.
Trivia, SRV played on Bowie’s Let’s Dance.
Watch “Steely Dan – Do It Again” on YouTube
No rights owned, but mad homage.
Steely Dan. An epiphenomenon. Even if you dont like their tone, check out their namesake and a bit of trivia. Much like J. Mitchell, if you dont like them now, you probably will eventually.
Watch “Charles Bradley & His Extraordinaires – Full Performance (Live on KEXP)” on YouTube
Dont own right, but cant help but pay homeage.
Icon, from love, to fashion to his boys, Charles Bradley knows what’s up…
Obfuscate & disgust
Further clippings from Alabama
Dealing with TimeS shifting arrow
Incorrect to assume that time is one dimensional.
Let’s imagine 2D time in the pic below
Vector. Precession. Equinox.
Circadian. Cellular time.
Astronomy
*rotation of fixed stars (!) and precession of the equinoxes
, seasons on the planet, circadian rhythms of daylight and darkness, evidenced by cellular time.
Here we encounter the challenge of extrapolating between these two dimensions.
Eventually may we reconcile our eternal being with our transiency.
>the Mind bypasses its middle range, dismisses the conditioning it has been subjected to.
Eternal being : transciency?
Seed : plant?
Seeds: DNA remains constant, mutating very slowly if at all.
Plants: which unfolds the seed in an incomparably faster time sequence.
I try to imagine absorbing cosmic energy on inhale, as
–converging inward–
by repeating space inverted in a vacuum inside.
Space only has meaning for matter.
Perhaps at transcendent levels of our thinking-space is irrelevant.
A gradual transitions between extremes and expectations
Control of/and Breath….found notes of mine
Control of breath = 1st goal.
Enables a way to modulate (alchemical correspondance found in this) emotional involvement with the ambient circumstances.
A means towards organizing our mental processes.
In the hope of finally regulating one’s thinking at various levels of will. (correspondance yo hermetic tradition here found)
A concept considered makes great sense to me today whereas two months ago it did not.
Catabolic / Anabolic / Metabolic
Hibernate……? Surely not just yet.
Things written in unawareness that matriculated from immersive awareness intent upon impeccability.
Fearlessly climbing. Equus Callebus
His gal, this gal, she’d run thru the jungle for ya and ya’lls, babe, my sugarfooted mouse.
Of the woods I have no fear. For there was I raised.
Of the caves, I do not go deep. Of darkness there will be epochs to learn, so I rush not.
Of the mesa do I have resonance, having ere dauntingly danced to dodge the threat of exposure to lightening.
What I know, you know not.
What you know, I know not.
LET no assumption be made, except that Ae submit aem love. Aem written. Tolle lege. Anon, anon; and, on and on. Aem, we are, new, I do contend.
Lovesome intent is my Tao.
Let’s follow Macha’s dictum and See it Another Way.
What you think I know, i dont.
What you think has been made painfully obvious, i see not.
What you must remember, I’m just a doe eyed dummy, man.
Yet I love you still,
despite not knowing your face, name, OR voice.
You are the scepter at the feast, and the feast is mentally prepared for you alone, by myself. Through my longing for real touch and to discard this silicon love in order to know flesh and blood love, with my love. Lovesome intent.
Fawning through the forest. No end game, just the breath of a moment and hope for companionship.
This is patience, not prudence.
Come or say you won’t.
Religion & Science- Can’t Parse This?
Words of correspondance
The center of a cyclone is a VACCUM, akin feel to the void of your SOLAR PLEXUS
It’s odd, the anatomical term here: a solar plexus is located on the CORONAL plane.
sun / light / aura / halo
convergence ; confluence ; congruence ; confluence ; consilience
Converge field diffuses diffracts atmosphere
Dynamize, galvanize, radiate
The girl who dogged…
She flit and she drove them and him mad, both equal and in tirn,
Though those who would tell her herself to her face, only elicited her giggles, and quickly jumps ‘ere, with discomfort tempered in and with unconditional love.
She loved man by his his touch. Effortlessly and yet also endlessly.
His confusion at her ease and grace in such a magical endeavor, only furthered her own confusion and lovesome smitteness.
But she could wait.
She was desparately patience…for this.
Effing idiocy of self
Who is not guilty.
As soon as I accuse I am guilty.
Your dispassionate acknowledgement aches as much as that I aver myself to you in dispassion, presumeably.
Share and share alike says the one with no vested interest in sharing.
What are we to make of this?, says the hardworking young lady who only recently became vested.
Benevolence could unsuspectingly become malificence here.
Here in our position. Do we care?
But what would they know of us, anywazy.
They would know what we allowed and told.
Because as beautiful nobodies, we dodge gazes but come together in verbal symetry.
Equilaterally pentacling.
Miraculous
Thank you lapham’s quarterly (aka you know you’re a redneck…)
You know you’re a redneck if you’ve been calling Michel Foucault, Michael Foe-cawlt. Tis a pendulum, I suppose. Who knew the below? Not this lady!
A new foreign word I learned
Wissenschaft
Any study involving systematic research
*often is roughly translated as ‘science’ but its BROADER
Unlike ‘science,’ it allows for every systematic academic study of any area–including the humanities like art or religion
Also, if you like good music, check out Sun Kil Moon.
Stats 101…
Correlation is not synonymous to causation
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