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Monte

Writer Looking for Characters and A Good Story

About Me

C H U R C H L A N D.ai READ BLOG NOVEL OLDEST TO NEWEST POST.
Caribbean Bank
My mind is an ocean of change
hope is perhaps bedrock
and a foundation for growth,
but I base everything
on the Universal Symbolism
of international currency.
Don't worry,
get rich.
Don't panic,
shop.
Don't succomb to moods,
gobble medications.
Until sitting seaside
one fine day
my mind exploded.
It rained change.
Peace of filthy lucre.
Curse of banker’s blood.
Cartouche
Stolen from her liquid prison
Touched in breathless wonder
That unfinished face her finest mask
Her finest cloak liquid weapons and vapors
Delightful and dapper like the puzzles of her eyes
I stopped before her edifice
and lapped at the puddles her tears cried.
History is my bitch and I am hers.
Robbed from my grave I became a man.
Stolen in the night I remember the child.
Unfinished before you I wasn’t enough.
That’s the last cruelty you’ll inflict.
Seductress from some lonely stone carver’s wet dream
I won’t let you rob me further.
Take it all! what isn’t finished by you
won’t be worth the remains.
CASTANEDA QUOTES
"You are a serious person," don Juan says to Carlos in The Teachings of
Don Juan, "but your seriousness is attached to what you do, not to what
goes on outside you. You dwell upon yourself too much... And that
produces a terrible fatigue."
“The basic difference between an ordinary man and a warrior is that a
warrior takes everything as a challenge while an ordinary man takes
everything either as a blessing or a curse”
“It is important to do what you don't know how to do. It is important
to see your skills as keeping you from learning what is deepest and
most mysterious. If you know how to focus, unfocus. If your
tendency is to make sense out of chaos, start chaos.”
“We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong.
The amount of work is the same.”
“Any path is only a path, and there is no affront, to oneself or to others,
in dropping it if that is what your heart tells you”
The Great balance
A small fish complained to the Tao, while swimming in
worried circles, going nowhere:
I am a small fish, this big ocean is filled with things
that want to eat me. Why do you never favor the weak and small, over the great and large.
The Vast and only TaO replied:
I am the Great Ocean, in which you swim, and I support
you all the time you swim. But here you, instead of
exploring the length, breadth, depth, and height
of my expanse, are wasting your time pursuing
your own end.
Why are you afraid alone, when many of you small fish
May form a large and united school. Some predators
won’t be fooled, but numbers intimidate others.
The small fish brightened:
From then on he put his own end behind him, where it
belonged, and set out to explore and organize
with his kind over the entire ocean.
The lesson of this story is:
When you won’t love, or won’t let it out, it emerges
anyway in the form of self-destruction. The
alternative to self-love, in other words, is self-
destruction. Because you won’t take the risk of
loving yourself properly, you will be compelled
instead to destroy yourself. Take this lesson
where you may.
We sit in the belly of the beast
twirling the koan around like a key
fitting it in all our locked doors like a skeleton
and hoping it unlocks something.
But that koan isn't a key
it's a fragmentation grenade
that will kill both the pinpuller
and the beast that feeds upon you.
When you rise from the dead
after the explosion has left
the smoking crater of your mind
in ruins, all the doors will be open.
Then you'll walk around
looking for locks
because the winds blow cold
and the three jewels attract bandits.
Peace of mu.
Thy goddess Inanna directs the Phoenix
And does his bidding in return.
Everyday she slays this mighty ruler,
cruel Inanna,
And everyday she relights his mighty lamp,
forgiving Inanna,
Who bids him burn again over the World:
Giving warmth and extinguishing the light every night.
The Phoenix is her protector and guides
Her into sunrise and sunset
Where Inanna reflects his light
But directs him thus, his Yang to her subtle Yin
Receiving him yet preceding him in light to dark
Directing him, yet yielding to him in dark to light.
It will be a long night with her alone
For she rules the moon and sets phases
For all to see since the Phoenix is long quiet
Buried in Earth or Sea awaiting rebirth in Dawn
Whose misty clouds glow pink with her blush
Raising erections upon which the passion of the
universe is writ.
Peace of Venus.
When Dreams grow this accurate
I run to the hills screaming Blair Witch,
and immediately
CAST AN I CHING


Bear Call

Hey Bear...
Bear who isn't ever there
Bear with vicious fur
Bear with faraway stare
Hey bear, say bear
stay away bear.
Bear with yellow teeth
crying to the moon
for a pilgrim to eat
looking in hollow logs
settles for white grubs.
Bear with water ribbons
streaming from face, neck
and back turns looking
with a huge fish in mouth
Sees me and shakes his jaws.
Hey Bear, say Bear
stay away bear
I don't want that fish
but I've come for his brothers
enough to feed me.
Bear with green glass eyes
stuffed inside log cabin lodge
stands fourteen feet tall
with claws outstretched and
jaws flashing massive teeth.
That isn't you Bear
hiding behind pine groves
stuffing belly with berries
and hiding from fat tourists
who point their cameras like guns.
Hey Bear, say Bear
stay away bear
You've every right to fear me
because my fear of you
spells your doom.
Bear with broom colored fur
bear with more speed
than these two feet
bear with articulate mitts
that caress your cubs.
Stay away Bear
you invisible being
suddenly visible
we both just
want to disappear.
Peace Bear.

My Interests

THE LIST

How do you love something,
there’s no holding on to?
If you embrace the ocean,
the waves knock you down.
Try to kiss the sky,
you fall to earth.
Holding hands with the night,
leaves your hand in the dark.
How do you love something?
You just do.
Warm breeze in your face...
Shadows on a hot day...
Quiet at the end
of the perfect piece of music...
Answers to wondrous questions...
You love them, or you don’t.
But how do you hold on to them?
1. Sleep on it.
2. Remember to call.
3. Write it down.
4. Surrender to it.
5. Let it go.
6. Do your job.
7. Watch out for others.
8. Wait. Guess again.
9. Close your mouth.
10. Raise your sails.
11. Open your eyes.
12. Burn your bridges down.
13. Be the one.
14. Remember it all.
15. Care.
16. ...

I'd like to meet:

You so I could: PAINT YOU NUDE

I want to paint you nude on a catskin rug
not like Delacruz and his naked Maya
but like Klimt: in an allegory for medicine
for philosophy, law & death with fiery red hair.

I want to paint lines in corners of your Picasso eyes
to show exhaustion of womanhood, disappointment in love
of human loneliness, Cubist outrage, or sudden age when
really they're only the wrinkles of laughter.

I want to paint you inside Lempicka's high-rise
Deco stories of dizzying cityscape where decadent
ideas float by your head, like flowers, fish, a pilot's hat,
cowboy boots, cars, guns, skeletons all refined into naked ART.

Where your breasts are Renoir pink copies of bathers cheeks
your lips are scarlet letters tattooed on Botticelli's cherubs
your hamhock hips convulse the populace in acts
of Baroque bourgeois lust that I love.

To Art in America critics, your nude buttocks are hilly
and hairlessly disproportionate to everything but your soul,
where I find only an ample ally to sit with
on winding stretches of whitened Wyethean road.

Painted road where mile markers dot stretch marks
like angry pimples and broken down wrecks in yards
detract nothing from this abstract landscape of nudity
that I drive over with crazy acrylic paint.

Your labia, lax and luxuriant, like B&W pornography
glisten with all the O'Keefean colors of sky, Lilly petal and stamen
yellow with PoMo feminist signs of Ovarian discourse
and reddened with my bohemian desire to pork you.

I want to paint you nude only to bare my soul
and get you naked into my empty canvas bed.

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Music:

Ball and Chain

My heart is telling me
our love is through.

I can see the turning
of the key.
I've been decieved
by the clown
inside of me.
I thought that
he was righteous
but he's rain.
Oh something's
telling me
I wear the ball and chain.

Now my patron saint is
fighting with his ghost.
He's always
off somewhere
when I need him most.
The spanish moon
is rising on the hill,
but my heart
is telling me
I love you still.

I come back
to the town
from the flaming ruins.
Now see you
in the street
I begin to swoon.
I love to see you dress
before the mirror.
Won't you let me
in your room
one time before
I finally disappear.

Everybody's wearing
a disguise, to hide
what they've got left
behind their eyes.
But me I can't
cover what I am:
where ever children go
I follow them.

I'm marching
in a parade of liberty.
But as long
as I love you
I'm not free.
How long must I suffer
such abuse,
to let me see
your smile before
I turn you loose.

I'm giving up the game
I've got to leave.
The pot of gold
is only make believe.
The treasure
can't be found
by men who search,
Whose gods are they
and whose dreams
are in a church.

We sat
in an empty theater
and we kissed.
I asked you please
to cross me off your list.
My head tells me
it's time to make a change,
but my heart is telling me
I love you
but you're strange.

Go one more time
at midnight
near the wall.
Take off
your heavy makeup
and your schawl.
Won't you descend
from the throne
from where you sit,
let me feel your love
one more time
before I abandon it.

--Bob Dylan

Movies:

(tape cuts in)
K:(stutter)fraid of laughter
because it makes one
breathe, youknow, (laugh)
fast and hard. (heh, heh).
J:Sure, I know just
what you mean!
Felt it myself, just
the other day.
K:What do you think
of these shoes?
J:Huh?! oh...those
old things?...fine
I guess.
K:Try this on.
J:What in the world!?
How,...oh like this.
No,no,no...let me!
Give it here this minute.
Okay fits around back
like this. Are they covered?
It fits divine...mirrorTITS
...very cyberpunk.
I wish Kim could see this,
she'd die.
K:So, like I was saying,
Joe gets anxiety attacks.
J:From all that speed
he shoots, I'm sure!
K: Nooo!!, from ummm,
He says they're from
when he was in the service.
Overseas or something...
J:Oh Joe's always
on about something...
but let me tell you
what happened the night
he strangled me...
all about it.
After he raped me...
K:Here give me that hat,
try it like this...yeah! Now
step over next to that
curtain...wait...watch the
rACK!!!my assemblege...
don't move it Jenna...
SHIT!!...do what I tell you,
I'm directing tonight...
you know and don't
J:Alright, alllright Kipp...
just move the
damn camera
over closer to the lamp
and tip the shade up
...hand me those
sunglasses,
no the other ones.
K:What should I do with
the focus...I want
to shoot from outside.

Television:

KILL YOUR TELEVISION (Except for HBO. Adult Swim should just be maimed.)
Created by Crazyprofile.com

Books:


If I were sure I had talent...
But I have never-never
written anything of that sort
....A book. A novel....
Naturally, at first it would
only be a troublesome,
tiring work, it wouldn't
stop me from existing
or feeling that I exist.
But a time would come
when the book would be
written, when it would
be behind me, and I think
that a little of its clarity
might fall over my past.
Then, perhaps,
because of it, I could
remember my life
without repugnance.
Perhaps one day,
thinking precisely of
this hour, of this
gloomy hour in
which I wait, stooping,
for it to be time to get on
the train, perhaps I shall
feel my heart beat faster
and say to myself:
"That was the day,
that was the hour,
when it all started."
And I might succeed
--in the past, nothing but the
past--in accepting myself.
Night falls. On the second
floor of the Hotel Printania
two windows have just
lighted up.
The building-yard of
the New Station smells
strongly of damp wood:
tomorrow it will rain
in Bouville.
-Jean-Paul Sartre-
-Nausea-
In a Past Life...
You Were: A Genius Dancer.
Where You Lived: Argentina.
How You Died: Killed in Battle. Now I know who I was In a Past Life. Do you?

Heroes:

ECHOES
Overhead the albatross
hangs motionless
upon the air,
and deep beneath
the rolling waves
in labyrinths of coral caves,
the echo of your
distant tides comes
willowing across the sand,
and everything
is green and submarine,
and no-one shows us
to the land,
and no-one knows
the wheres or whys,
and something stirs
as something tries,
to start to climb
towards the light.
Strangers passing
in the street,
by chance two separate
classes meet,
and I am you and
what I see is me,
and do I take you
by the hand,
and lead you
through the land,
and help me
understand the best I can,
and no-one calls us
to move on,
and no-one forces
down our eyes,
no-one speaks
and no-one tries,
no-one flys
around the sun.
Cloudless everyday
you fall upon my waking eyes,
inviting and inciting
me to rise,
And through the window
in the wall,
comes streaming in
on sunlight wings,
a million bright
ambassadors of morning,
and no-one sings me lullabies,
and no-one makes me
close my eyes,
so I throw the windows
open wide,
and vault with you
across the sky.
By Roger Waters

My Blog

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Part XIII: Origin II: Linguistic Factors

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Part XII: Another Piece of Rain

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Part X: BAP MEETS E-YOW!

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Part IX: A Dream Piece of Rain

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Part VIII: ORIGIN I

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Part VII: "We Interrupt..."

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Part VI: Click, wrrrrrr.

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Part V: CANDIE SNATCHBACK

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