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About Me

I want an open field to hunt in
But a bed to bring along
I want to see antelope dancing outside the tattered rubblerags of walls when the morning comes.
Dessert sun.

World of shadows.
I want to taste the blood of the shadows so I know their earthen substance
Kiss the earth and dance savage, in canyons and byeways, in tundric absences and formations of rock.
I crave, I need -
Reflections of firelight from trees, thin dark shapes of half naked men, Moving in puppet time, quicker than whirl of sandstorms, tumbling stones pulsars,
Commas swift drawn with tremorous brushes, underlining each, their steps Cries of magickal rapturous ecstasy pain, serpentine original lust for some more perfect part of creation to lay their souls.
Place dimensional beyond reckoning, like the drums of Mescalito.

But I am weak, weaker than Keats
Give me a bed by the fireside

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 14/03/2006
Band Members: trim sized

Influences: Robert Anton Wilson, Sole and The Skyrider Band, the filmlike beauty of strange situations, awkward awakenings, William Carlos Williams, the mad synchronicity occuring as we enter 13.20 time, redefining things, tenderness, The Blood Brothers, Bob Dylan, trojan reggae, dub, techno, jungle.
Sounds Like: I'm plotting the otherthrow of Moloch.
Record Label: Electric Pink
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

great eye of malaga cathedral

like most things i write this now seems pretentious and silly but best to share share share always rather than stare stare stare at my own workGreat Eye Of Malaga CathedralWithin the processes Within...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 09:30:00 GMT

manifesto type thing for yet to exist idealistic group thing (still needs editing)

What we must fight for is not one particular ideal or ideology, but kindness in all actions, as kindness gives the space and peace to create better things, better ideologies. Do you know, do you see, ...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 17:27:00 GMT

Rap

"A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on." - William Burroughs Cut like daggers some days Real and raw in my wordplays Distinct lack of real and raw in the world Nois...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Dec 2007 01:43:00 GMT

improvisation speedwriting exercise

Well, it's strange how it all fell apart and rearranged itself Piscean, everything shifting and drifting like sands and shades and winter shapes. There were six ounces of snow on his rear view mirror ...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 20:24:00 GMT