Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Friday, October 29, 2010
No matter what happens, it's comforting to know that this is not our only existence.
The very contents of our minds and of our subconscious can be immortal. The importance of voicing your intelligence, pushing envelopes, Respond to your environment.
Mere thought and ideology can cause revolutions, break civilizations, discontent.
Push the envelope. Social revolution, Freedom, sexual liberation, Inspiration. Embrace your desires. Feed your curiosity. Challenge authority. The mind is a super power.
Inspired to inspire and be Inspired to inspire and etc and so on and etc and...
"Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities & i must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines."
- 'Lateralus', Tool
What pure evil, Lured into your scent,
Breasts so chiseled - to alter my state.
Even as hunter, I am the prey,
Poison my head, promise an eternal bed,
Mind thus raped,
Torn and frayed.
Riding against lines of reason.
Fuck all these memories,
Fuck all this fate,
Fuck all these nuances, of hope that we're fed.
Fuck all this living, like you were dead.
Fuck holding back.
Time to satiate.
Lose myself into a dream so wedged
Now I imagine...
My phallus you'll worship.
My words your decree.
I sever your mind- an infinite maze.
Pieces of the puzzle you may get right,
but which way round? which way right?
Pained into pleasure,
Shocked into Awe,
You won't believe,
until you're crying,
You bleed and pine.
And all will watch,
some with petrified gaze,
others in horny daze.
They all feel the tragedy,
and they can surely help...
And it gets quite graphic after.
Must've been really pissed.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Well ! ... obviously because it just looks like the Sun is going around the Earth.
Hmm! ... What then would it have looked like, if it had looked as though the Earth was actually rotating ??
Doodling whilst waiting for his plane, Mr. me had his head for company... (yawn)
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
There's a r♪nG♪ng in my head.
The S((o))und clinging to my brain.
The million ambassadors of rain. Clatter on the roof pane.
अ §cented whiff. अ l i g h t Terrapin. अ curly feline.
Ænd a bLanKet Ðivine.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Pain passes. Beauty remains. The exuberance of irrationale. Natural imitation. Art shapes life, opening the mind to the possibility of control over what seems uncontrollable. Art creates its own values and belief. The consequence of wisdom, perception, discipline, passion and chance. It speaks the language of nature to express our conception of what nature is not. It can consume, seducing the senses and refining that which is accepted as truth. It is a conscience made clear. A revelation of man. But it teaches nothing...