Michael Rose profile picture

Michael Rose

How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use ...

About Me

Click the pic for my music

In the U.S. you have to be a deviant or exist in extreme boredom... Make no mistake, all intellectuals are deviants in the U.S. ~ William S. Burroughs, Yage LettersI don't do drugs. I am drugs. -Salvador Dali

My Interests

Dead Roses Dont DieClick Below For EVP

I'd like to meet:

Musicians. Artists. Writers. Swingers. People of Independent Thought.......

Movies:

....

Television:

..

Heroes:

.. ..

My Blog

Dream

I awoke to the sound of an unearthly thunder. High in the orange-red sky were upside down nuclear mushroom clouds in every direction.
Posted by Michael Rose on Wed, 20 Dec 2006 06:01:00 PST

HAARP

..>" target="_self">.....
Posted by Michael Rose on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 07:10:00 PST

UFO's

..>" target="_self">.....
Posted by Michael Rose on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 06:49:00 PST

Experience

Experience What more is there? I have seen many things, done many things, taken in much "Experience" ... but there is never enough ... Experience
Posted by Michael Rose on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 02:32:00 PST

ULTRA SUBJECT REGULATOR

"see yourself as the pilot of an elaborate spacecraft in unfamiliar territory" -wsb  the cosmic odometer rolls over and induces spacial disorientation while junky death skin plugs into the ultra ...
Posted by Michael Rose on Sun, 10 Dec 2006 06:31:00 PST

December 21, 2012

a rollover of the cosmic odometer
Posted by Michael Rose on Sat, 09 Dec 2006 08:04:00 PST

Inner Space

 Present Time: into the mirror i gaze trapping time trapping space flashing forward back in and out into the mind rip of cosmos breaking down into the forced sedation mirror image of genera...
Posted by Michael Rose on Wed, 22 Nov 2006 05:44:00 PST

When Science Meets God

..>" target="_self">.....
Posted by Michael Rose on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 03:44:00 PST

A Fearful Dream

Cold quiet calm, not unlike that wich one feels when drifting off to sleep. The Death Virus seeps through my veins as tunnel vision closes in on my minds eye. Then ... gone ... nothing ... zero ... . ...
Posted by Michael Rose on Wed, 08 Nov 2006 03:40:00 PST

Cut-Up of Cold Wind

the inconsequentials look through with blank eyes flickering subtle traces - what name what stage what speed? - body explosion of mirrors - blue gray electical discharge haze - find out how to write y...
Posted by Michael Rose on Sun, 03 Sep 2006 09:41:00 PST