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About Me

Christian by birth Discordian by Choice I had a vision Now I hear it's voice Commanding through the wind Rustling leaves to March Goosestepping Autumn Out of summer heartsThe snow came and went Filling up war-time trenches Giving soldiers the luxery Of sniffling senses Christmas time comes around And both sides share recipes Knowing that tomorrow Will awaken old catastrophesSomber spirits lift As the first of green Pushes through the pores of snow But is quickly crushed by rumbling machine Stifling not birth but its beginnings to grow Summer time's here No more of this skating fury Long roads diminish Travel put back to its hurrySummer's here To steam the ice in our socks Summer's here Here come the birds and flocks Summer's here and I might have new things to say But I'm in between tradegies So it'll probably just sound gay.

My Interests

Trains and concrete seas... Tired birds and sandy hippies... Freaked out fucks, strung out of luck... Fleas, G's, Peas, and overwrought loverboy balads... Carrot sticks, spinach, and ranch on salads... Fingerless joes on pianos... Harpsichord Harriet blasts the blues of shallows... on seas of beat of rhyme and of time, she knows... Knows the memories sing and sink deep... Tainting the tarnished tastes of sleep... Holes in pockets to let the money breathe... If you love then let it fly away... Hardly ever returns in a day... So you take the tempature of the sun... With mercury ridden teeth and tounge... Doubting time, doubting days, doubting nights, doubting pays... Pays with holy hands and meager portions... Potions and lotions to survive these oceans... The lapping salty sea water stew that stains our flesh and blinds us too... "Such is the price of beauty" we chant... All unified and stupified by the commercial rant... Rave, and wave goodbye to good times... They're quickly closing their pages... And if you get a quick peak... Memorize those words... Cherish em... They won't last long. Hey Boy!
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I'd like to meet:

William Burroughs, Robert Anton Wilson, Timothy Leary, Ken Kesey, Mike Patton, The Sufis, Indian Shamans, Mongolian Medicine Men, Ink and Pen, Sirius Dog Fish, Buddha and the spirit of his bodhi tree, and finally a person who has absolutely no opinions.

Music:

John Zorn, Naked City, Fantomas, Mr. Bungle, Peeping Tom, Faith No More, Billy Nayer Show,And I realized I didn't feel like listing any more so to make this quick Whatever band will never have their poster up in a 13 year old girl's bedroom wall

Movies:

Dr. Caligari, Fritz the Cat, Nine Lives of Fritz the Cat, Wizards, The Ketchup and Mustard Man, Santa Sangre, Naked Lunch, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Beyond the Darkness, Reanimator, Ichi the Killer, Audition, Visitor Q, Battle Royale, Sharkskin Boy Peach Hip Girl, Wages of Fear, Stalag 17, Indiana Jones, Seven Samurai, Ran, Rashumon, Singin' in the Rain, eXistenZ, Swing Kids, The Real Star Wars, Star Horse, The Man Who Knew Too Little, Night Breed, The Hellraisers,

Television:

Twin Peaks, Aeon Flux, The Maxx, Liquid Television

Books:

Guy De Maupusant, Dharmic Poetry, William Bouroughs, Jack Keroauc, Allen Ginsberg, Hunter S. Thompson, Richard Farina, The Classics, Steinbeck, Virginia Woolf, Emily Dickenson, J.D. Salinger, Hemingway, C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, Sylvia Plath (when she's not egocentric), Robert Anton Wilson, Saul Williams, Other books...most books...children's books...shitty books...vain books...all of em.

Heroes:

Hunter S. Thompson - giving addictions a positive light All the Beat Generation - pioneers in a frontierless land Randy Newman - the best songwriter to date... Jim Henson - badass puppeteer Webster - defining and decrypting the english language Mexico - for the food of tacos, and panchos, and Pancho Villa Trains - for being an endless journey Underpasses - for having more life than some humans Bushes - to pee behind Bush - to pee on

My Blog

Breakfast for two at a table with one chair

Nervous gestures to those who eat aloneEach have got their own to seem more at peace round the roaring tables and disgruntled waitressesOutside the young smoke cigarettes that make them ill and too qu...
Posted by Under the Bodhi Tree on Sat, 07 Jun 2008 11:14:00 PST

mentally disturbed patients i’ve got no patience for

Dealing means dealing with crazy people, those folk who travel and share mutual friends, needing couches to bum for the night when their brains are twisted and fried beyond repair; which is alright, b...
Posted by Under the Bodhi Tree on Sun, 01 Jun 2008 05:56:00 PST

In Dedication to Seperation

This is dedicated to all the street tramp, train track kidsthumbing, bumming, dumpster dive slummingto those that've difibulated the beat moddorescusitating old methods of action livingpushing the day...
Posted by Under the Bodhi Tree on Mon, 26 May 2008 01:18:00 PST

Pointing fingers at the crazies I know

One poem downa lifetime to gomy points are plotscaught in the undertowdrowning in self recollectionoff the coast of San Luis De Bispothe jetty reef of sober divingbloody barnies ripped connivingpointl...
Posted by Under the Bodhi Tree on Fri, 09 May 2008 06:55:00 PST

Monopoly on Kerouac’s Wallet Contents

All over town the journey is aboutfloating under overhangsin smoker circlesdiscussing, plotting, planningwith wind whipped faces sun red skinand stretched smilesthat no floss can untangle the mossy pa...
Posted by Under the Bodhi Tree on Thu, 08 May 2008 06:29:00 PST

Facts Like Sandpaper, Wisdom Like Leprosy...or maybe Im the cocky one

Gotten to know all I would accept from the privileged youths educated by licensed scholars they close their ears when I spoke unfounded ideas that stuttered at the tips of poignant points but were ste...
Posted by Under the Bodhi Tree on Tue, 06 May 2008 05:24:00 PST

Spastic Override

archeologists will find singed and de-wingedthe squandered relic::Intelligence::enveloped in puffs of smokeand tokes of croakthe choking gaspsof musing's pastthe brain is bleeding in self worth deligh...
Posted by Under the Bodhi Tree on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 11:22:00 PST

Pandora’s Muse has two ends to her teeth

The less of a home there is to come back tothe better I feelHome fraction's appeal is cut by sushi kniveswiped after each slice to prevent the blemishesand formal return to the state of forgingThis go...
Posted by Under the Bodhi Tree on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 05:11:00 PST

Presenting: Past Meets Present

By method of rubbing the ash and coal of carnal eath into stigmata’s hereditary holes, I aimed west with a hunger for scars and stories,experience of everything I’d been kept from:Beard an...
Posted by Under the Bodhi Tree on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 06:49:00 PST

King of Cretins (take: 1)

Minos, King of CretinsFather of freaks and nurturing JailorSpawned the same victims he keepsBelow in the labrynth prisonburied beneath the eyes of reasonthis bullheaded child had never seen the p...
Posted by Under the Bodhi Tree on Sun, 02 Mar 2008 11:11:00 PST