01.29.08
yes boy i'am a daydream cocksure. Spill your fluid and ill drown. Oh god dearest, Annihilation is intense nowadays. Born to be bad but destined to be good. Oh yes yes pie filling holiday sunday dreamscape of cloud and brainliness! Im gonna say i once met someone a long time ago with an idea that there now a character in a play, it wandered around aimlessly looking for people, for a sure sign of life. Gave them some pudding yes i didnt. Ho. No Hos here mr corporate. Hey ho. Mrs vandebilt i forgot the lyrics to your shit so i made my own ok. Is this fucking clear here or what. Gonna publish this shit nigga'. In this corner we have a man with paper giving himself a cut on both sides of his divine lips. Watching him, im calling you from annapolis maryland. Got a three way phone going down and a lot of love coming up. French la las doom their children in the kind of scenery that you would expect to find behind you. Down the street, down to greet the homos feet. Fear of the fucking and sucking of the succulent steers. [AWKWARD but necessary use of language] I dont really subscribe to any particular manifestation i told him but this was out of the lot. Gotta think loudly and be conscious of your blinking. That i HAD totally forgot. He swears hes not to blame. I heard different. So were buying ladders. So were getting high. Ok. And this windmill turned a thousand times while i was there. Hiding. Living. Need so much space right now. so much right now he said in a vague fuck you kind of tone. Talking about tomorrow as ifif he were guaranteed it. Well ill give ya 50 bucks to tell me why. With no reason it was his and his alone. On the street a woman with a violin case stops at a fire hydrant nation lot map of the citys corn roast cobbing clubs. Plays me a song. I pay her to do it. We dont get along. She shakes and tears the strings with her teeth. Sobbing devotionally in front of the funeral home. Her father just died ina fire there. Nice i said. Nice you care i really meant. I want to say that Iam not for dueling on sundays. I have a re enactment of the crucifixion in my basement and this story has no limit. Jesus walks straight out of the wild west saloon swinging door stylin man o wars and straight on the cross. Then does this rise from the dead thing and goes straight back into them doors. I heard hell is behind there. I never want to know because its in my basement. I dont mind really, a friends sub land maybe but i spend some time there and i hate to tell the truth. Suppose in the basement your just that much close to hell ei ei ei?
I know a man named Cage. He comes straight out of nowhere and goes straight back in. I try and catch him. Cannot win. Tricks me to the sound of Curtis. Liars are my only friends i screamed towards his mother watching him continuously hide and show and that high speed with a handkerchief at her eyes. He still thinks hes in a play. They still think no one can see them.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Refusal to Pledge
02.18.08
*This is the letter I wrote to the school administration on my decision to decline saying the pledge senior year.
For the past three years or so, I’ve been hesitant to recite the pledge of allegiance in school. However, it isn’t because I’m lazy or want to make some kind of scene. It’s simply due to the fact that I do not support the actions and ideals of the Bush administration or the current state of American society, or the blatant reference to God which I find very wrong and offensive to recite drawing on the fact that I do not believe in organized religion. But anyway, why should I be obliged to pledge allegiance to anything? Being obligated to do so violates the first amendment of the United States constitution. The West Virginia State Board v. Barnette ruled in 1943 that students cannot be forced to salute the American flag or recite the pledge of allegiance. And although one may not necessarily be “forced” to do so, it is rather ridiculous that it so enforced in the school. I have a lot of respect and admiration for the basis and ideals that the country was founded upon. I also have respect and admiration for those who do choose to recite the pledge. However, I’d like to know how many other countries choose to indoctrinate their children in such a manner, because its true if you say something enough you’ll eventually begin to believe it and in the pledge of allegiance there’s a lot of contradictories and inaccuracies. Such as the liberty and justice for all part. How can we proclaim that when we alone, brutally wiped out the majority of the Indian population and stole their land, enslaved and killed millions of Africans, brutally invaded little island nations in an imperialistic rampage in the early 20th century (Hawaii, Phillipines), sent thousands of Japanese citizens to containment camps in the 1940’s in the occasional state of old fashioned American paranoia, or the FBI Waco incident of 1993 etc etc. Few other countries have demoralized and harmed their own citizens more than the United States in so many different ways ranging from the ones expressed above to the very essence of modern day corporate America. It doesn’t matter if it was in 1850 or 2008. It happened, and not so long ago, and proclaiming that we are liberty and justice for all is simply a massive contradiction and over glorification of the United States, one I refuse to accept. It may be what we believe but it isn’t always what we practice. I understand we are not a perfect society; there can be no such thing. Me not saying the pledge does not make me Anti- American. The belief that one must recite it to be American is anti American. I am simply against saying the pledge because it represents certain aspects of American life, which I do not deem as part of my beliefs. In theory I believe it, in reality I do not. I find this kind of dull form of patriotism to be an old product of the conservative right and we will find in the future it has no place in the global society. But saying the pledge of allegiance violates my ideals and beliefs and that is why I will not recite it in the near future.
*This is the letter I wrote to the school administration on my decision to decline saying the pledge senior year.
For the past three years or so, I’ve been hesitant to recite the pledge of allegiance in school. However, it isn’t because I’m lazy or want to make some kind of scene. It’s simply due to the fact that I do not support the actions and ideals of the Bush administration or the current state of American society, or the blatant reference to God which I find very wrong and offensive to recite drawing on the fact that I do not believe in organized religion. But anyway, why should I be obliged to pledge allegiance to anything? Being obligated to do so violates the first amendment of the United States constitution. The West Virginia State Board v. Barnette ruled in 1943 that students cannot be forced to salute the American flag or recite the pledge of allegiance. And although one may not necessarily be “forced” to do so, it is rather ridiculous that it so enforced in the school. I have a lot of respect and admiration for the basis and ideals that the country was founded upon. I also have respect and admiration for those who do choose to recite the pledge. However, I’d like to know how many other countries choose to indoctrinate their children in such a manner, because its true if you say something enough you’ll eventually begin to believe it and in the pledge of allegiance there’s a lot of contradictories and inaccuracies. Such as the liberty and justice for all part. How can we proclaim that when we alone, brutally wiped out the majority of the Indian population and stole their land, enslaved and killed millions of Africans, brutally invaded little island nations in an imperialistic rampage in the early 20th century (Hawaii, Phillipines), sent thousands of Japanese citizens to containment camps in the 1940’s in the occasional state of old fashioned American paranoia, or the FBI Waco incident of 1993 etc etc. Few other countries have demoralized and harmed their own citizens more than the United States in so many different ways ranging from the ones expressed above to the very essence of modern day corporate America. It doesn’t matter if it was in 1850 or 2008. It happened, and not so long ago, and proclaiming that we are liberty and justice for all is simply a massive contradiction and over glorification of the United States, one I refuse to accept. It may be what we believe but it isn’t always what we practice. I understand we are not a perfect society; there can be no such thing. Me not saying the pledge does not make me Anti- American. The belief that one must recite it to be American is anti American. I am simply against saying the pledge because it represents certain aspects of American life, which I do not deem as part of my beliefs. In theory I believe it, in reality I do not. I find this kind of dull form of patriotism to be an old product of the conservative right and we will find in the future it has no place in the global society. But saying the pledge of allegiance violates my ideals and beliefs and that is why I will not recite it in the near future.
Things You Can't Say On Television
03.06.08
Pinny pucked and pie angled jew cribs. My bestest device. A long fellowed invitation to fetal strength. This clash of cymbals, roar of maniacs and blotted paper strewn across a thousand rooms. Sidewalks bursting in and out of the labyrinth of noon. Flashes of eclipsed obscurity dazzle twisting leaves in the brutal wind. A breath of irony and taste filling volume to maximization. The trinity of sound has never triumphed over the letters of magnitude. This delirium cannot be held to the truth. This engagement can never be vowed to in the course of a brief reconciliation. Outside these walls of God made of brick and earth, there fore lies a Burger King which some fuck shine boy would love to make havoc upon. To lie didactically in his own filth and slime resting upon the pillars of pestilence. I AM GOD, I AM GOD, I AM GOD. I am the one who steals your heart away and does not give it back. I am the one that creates your mind to destroy it. I can weave in and out between the chaotic patterns of time. Ripping and tearing through eternity. A black out of equal importance. The invasion of time whittles to your bones until the flash of denial falls upon the bright eye. A man amongst killers. A brutal rush. The hectic flames. A nuisance in the hour of great speed. We carry on to great lights. In smiles and in terror living in that filth and slime. Content with the chaos. Accepting of the chaos. The chaos reaches its black tongue around the corners of all that weeps rain and offers shelter to everything that lives in armor. A sword for the Christian and the Jew. A sword for the chief and Heath and Marlo. A mirror for the eye of the soul. Destruction is patient in its dark shadow, gliding ever forward through the sludge of society. Falling off of ledges into valleys of kings. Rivers flooding over unto land. Land receding to the chaos. The chaos of the kind night. The chaos of the violent day. The chaos of the invisible void. The void that is prepared to neither punish nor reward. Some look upon this madness in mind riots of their entire existence while some close their eyes and surrender to the void, let it fill their body and take it to the farthest ledge of the universe to spin in eternity upon the brink of brinks. Resting in the peace of the void. The nothingness that contains everything and nothing all at once. A type of truth set out to release the virus of the nothing. And it may be you of all people who denies its substance and leaves one in the cold to burn between the transition of the seasons. For this is a dream within dreams running amok atop the ruins of expression. A tempered fable of dimensions amidst a rising sea covered in starlight. This is where nothing begins and all comes to a final and flashing close, louder than the silence that precedes the waves but still quieter than the death of something sick and rotten meant to not be living, Saved by the desire of thought in action. A powerhouse of the finest form. Litter flows through its desolate regime of abandonment, scars of holes define its land. Marks of treason laid waste unto days of hope and glory definable only by the coldest of ears, half frozen in death half awake in life. Flittering above the liquid for a last voice of reason in a world locked inside cages, clipped, clamped and chumped. The continuation of insanity locked in a fitful force of motion content with the jubilation and the frost of innocence on that one white flower in a field of battle and victory won only in the minds of those fit to count the dead. Here is the true end of the infinite line and it has no reason for its countenance besides its fact of the true domain of the chaos.
Pinny pucked and pie angled jew cribs. My bestest device. A long fellowed invitation to fetal strength. This clash of cymbals, roar of maniacs and blotted paper strewn across a thousand rooms. Sidewalks bursting in and out of the labyrinth of noon. Flashes of eclipsed obscurity dazzle twisting leaves in the brutal wind. A breath of irony and taste filling volume to maximization. The trinity of sound has never triumphed over the letters of magnitude. This delirium cannot be held to the truth. This engagement can never be vowed to in the course of a brief reconciliation. Outside these walls of God made of brick and earth, there fore lies a Burger King which some fuck shine boy would love to make havoc upon. To lie didactically in his own filth and slime resting upon the pillars of pestilence. I AM GOD, I AM GOD, I AM GOD. I am the one who steals your heart away and does not give it back. I am the one that creates your mind to destroy it. I can weave in and out between the chaotic patterns of time. Ripping and tearing through eternity. A black out of equal importance. The invasion of time whittles to your bones until the flash of denial falls upon the bright eye. A man amongst killers. A brutal rush. The hectic flames. A nuisance in the hour of great speed. We carry on to great lights. In smiles and in terror living in that filth and slime. Content with the chaos. Accepting of the chaos. The chaos reaches its black tongue around the corners of all that weeps rain and offers shelter to everything that lives in armor. A sword for the Christian and the Jew. A sword for the chief and Heath and Marlo. A mirror for the eye of the soul. Destruction is patient in its dark shadow, gliding ever forward through the sludge of society. Falling off of ledges into valleys of kings. Rivers flooding over unto land. Land receding to the chaos. The chaos of the kind night. The chaos of the violent day. The chaos of the invisible void. The void that is prepared to neither punish nor reward. Some look upon this madness in mind riots of their entire existence while some close their eyes and surrender to the void, let it fill their body and take it to the farthest ledge of the universe to spin in eternity upon the brink of brinks. Resting in the peace of the void. The nothingness that contains everything and nothing all at once. A type of truth set out to release the virus of the nothing. And it may be you of all people who denies its substance and leaves one in the cold to burn between the transition of the seasons. For this is a dream within dreams running amok atop the ruins of expression. A tempered fable of dimensions amidst a rising sea covered in starlight. This is where nothing begins and all comes to a final and flashing close, louder than the silence that precedes the waves but still quieter than the death of something sick and rotten meant to not be living, Saved by the desire of thought in action. A powerhouse of the finest form. Litter flows through its desolate regime of abandonment, scars of holes define its land. Marks of treason laid waste unto days of hope and glory definable only by the coldest of ears, half frozen in death half awake in life. Flittering above the liquid for a last voice of reason in a world locked inside cages, clipped, clamped and chumped. The continuation of insanity locked in a fitful force of motion content with the jubilation and the frost of innocence on that one white flower in a field of battle and victory won only in the minds of those fit to count the dead. Here is the true end of the infinite line and it has no reason for its countenance besides its fact of the true domain of the chaos.
Venus Is Bleeding
05.18.08
With all the kingdoms in yr fist
This broken scene on the setting sun-
The sky does looks better on four hills
We face the moon with tired gazes drowned in awe-
Our eyes following its twisting free fall to its smashing sphere
The cosmos shake but yr fist is steady
Venus is bleeding and a thousand towers roar
The sun leaking and spilling out toward the stars-
Its killing me, these dark dreams of anarchy and fire.
These dying novels with their pages all burning and turning in the final wind
The moonlit world to walk under the deep darkness
Skeletons in exile rise asunder, each one stumbling in dire straits of ancient thunder
The mortal screams collide in the labyrinth of night
All of it soon to expire. This minute, this hour, at the stroke of fire. Ding!
With all the kingdoms in yr fist
This broken scene on the setting sun-
The sky does looks better on four hills
We face the moon with tired gazes drowned in awe-
Our eyes following its twisting free fall to its smashing sphere
The cosmos shake but yr fist is steady
Venus is bleeding and a thousand towers roar
The sun leaking and spilling out toward the stars-
Its killing me, these dark dreams of anarchy and fire.
These dying novels with their pages all burning and turning in the final wind
The moonlit world to walk under the deep darkness
Skeletons in exile rise asunder, each one stumbling in dire straits of ancient thunder
The mortal screams collide in the labyrinth of night
All of it soon to expire. This minute, this hour, at the stroke of fire. Ding!
The Mad Drift
05.25.08
im feeling you slipping out in the mad drift
alone and afraid, words drowning in your throat
im feeling you biting at the heels of humanities snarls
secret heroes of insane escapades, the warriors of denial
im feeling you climbing the burning trestle; cut from a thousand roses
fall once and you'll fall again
im feeling you grow tired from the machinery of night
the wheels and cranks do expand over the land; they cascade the moon adrift
the appearance of the ancient white satellite crawls the land
shadows of shapes hypnotize the sleeping in the sand
The hazy white galactic light flashes wild on the ruins
The dreaming drift of man dream t of it during noon;
Whispering the brilliant rules of the empire under midnights golden toll
The bells hammer hard in the still air of the spanish romance
the stars call you out so you get in your spaceship out of love
you speed the inky fields of forever; a sleepy prince traveler on a shaky conquest of whatever
though buildings burn and fall and the silhouettes of evil men weave lies of secrets with golden thread
obscene in falling sheets of quiet seas
You'll make your dream for winter in your glassy tomb
Apart from what you do, you'll feel alone
Your silence is overrated;
and there is the room, the start of it all.
im feeling you slipping out in the mad drift
alone and afraid, words drowning in your throat
im feeling you biting at the heels of humanities snarls
secret heroes of insane escapades, the warriors of denial
im feeling you climbing the burning trestle; cut from a thousand roses
fall once and you'll fall again
im feeling you grow tired from the machinery of night
the wheels and cranks do expand over the land; they cascade the moon adrift
the appearance of the ancient white satellite crawls the land
shadows of shapes hypnotize the sleeping in the sand
The hazy white galactic light flashes wild on the ruins
The dreaming drift of man dream t of it during noon;
Whispering the brilliant rules of the empire under midnights golden toll
The bells hammer hard in the still air of the spanish romance
the stars call you out so you get in your spaceship out of love
you speed the inky fields of forever; a sleepy prince traveler on a shaky conquest of whatever
though buildings burn and fall and the silhouettes of evil men weave lies of secrets with golden thread
obscene in falling sheets of quiet seas
You'll make your dream for winter in your glassy tomb
Apart from what you do, you'll feel alone
Your silence is overrated;
and there is the room, the start of it all.
La Facon (The Way)
06.07.08
Beautiful recluse, harbinger of twilights peace
Fearless infidel, sister of the seven seas
Wide eyed fancy and brimming with desire
Dreams of dreams fills yr eyes, fire burns my thin disguise
The billowing lace, the pummeling smoke
Our deadly sins that we should choke
Upon sailboats of evenings clouds near the moon, we shall escape
To kiss the universe goodnight and conceal the keys of fate.
Beautiful recluse, harbinger of twilights peace
Fearless infidel, sister of the seven seas
Wide eyed fancy and brimming with desire
Dreams of dreams fills yr eyes, fire burns my thin disguise
The billowing lace, the pummeling smoke
Our deadly sins that we should choke
Upon sailboats of evenings clouds near the moon, we shall escape
To kiss the universe goodnight and conceal the keys of fate.
Durango
06.16.08
Give us pause fair and whisperant one!
Dreams of the moist and illustrious midnight fields I do dream
And the peppered ink of wasted sky, diamonds of dew
Arc of lightning slices the eternal night!
To me Durango is dead and the road is washed away
The ones who remain are sadly forever to stay
The eternal night is seared in our eyes and the void tunnel of emptiness we grin at in embarrassing pride
I walk along the streets so empty and dead tonight in Durango
The air is light the heavy thoughts fly in wobbling directions of half full pride
Mad horses whine with their moon in their eyes and the sun soon rises in blinding disguise
Out of the shine, the room I am in is just fine.
The mules below walk in line and evening dresses now drape and drown in tired drowse from the Spanish dances and deviances of night last
The moist spurt of the moon drawn down by angels;
Denizens of arboreal avenues they are, birds of heavenly freefall, sunk into the crack of doom by wild arms of thought evading souls
Into the streets I do return to the melancholy tones of some shadowy mirth
Walk away, head down hand in pocket. Grin with dirty sunlight.
Give us pause fair and whisperant one!
Dreams of the moist and illustrious midnight fields I do dream
And the peppered ink of wasted sky, diamonds of dew
Arc of lightning slices the eternal night!
To me Durango is dead and the road is washed away
The ones who remain are sadly forever to stay
The eternal night is seared in our eyes and the void tunnel of emptiness we grin at in embarrassing pride
I walk along the streets so empty and dead tonight in Durango
The air is light the heavy thoughts fly in wobbling directions of half full pride
Mad horses whine with their moon in their eyes and the sun soon rises in blinding disguise
Out of the shine, the room I am in is just fine.
The mules below walk in line and evening dresses now drape and drown in tired drowse from the Spanish dances and deviances of night last
The moist spurt of the moon drawn down by angels;
Denizens of arboreal avenues they are, birds of heavenly freefall, sunk into the crack of doom by wild arms of thought evading souls
Into the streets I do return to the melancholy tones of some shadowy mirth
Walk away, head down hand in pocket. Grin with dirty sunlight.
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