June 27th, 2006
An intellectual is a man who says a simple thing in a difficult way; an artist is a man who says a difficult thing in a simple way.
June 24th, 2006
we merely remember to forget....
Current Music: Cat Stevens
June 23rd, 2006
|04:31 pm - harvest.|
What a thunderstorm....I smoked some opium, and just listened outside with mary, and i could hear the transformers blowing, and feel my legs getting wet. I havent been able to read for a few months...
Current Music: eraser
June 7th, 2006
|10:35 pm - don't try to make ice cubes out of a flowery river.|
I have a beautiful girlfriend.
I have beautiful friends.
I have a beautiful life.
Current Mood: determined
Current Music: daily show intro
June 3rd, 2006
|02:02 pm - madonna lillies and the cosmos like a roek above the waves|
Current Mood: complacent
Current Music: my music
May 14th, 2006
|11:51 pm - aquarium|
So many words in these little boxes i read.
Everyone is so lost, or running into things, or climbing over
finding grounds were the water rests not
i saw little kids playing like they were dogs, the girl made the boy a poodle
bought some insence
smells like old times
now i just need some grass and it will layer like my old room
play some blackdice like a timemachine
those were simple times
i make things complex, and is that it
make things complex
picked up the electribe
made some cool new samples
where did the old ones go
no where really
but it was groovy
microphones record like our thoughts do
play it once and it happens once
it's there but its not this time
delay trails and gets used like the first note
life gets used and trails like the last
circles meet at the same point
ill be back around in no time
I'm going to baltimore for a few days....
happy mothers day to all you moms out there
Current Mood: bored
Current Music: radiohead.
April 20th, 2006
|12:02 am - special waters in a high place of rogers|
A Stabbin Hobo (10:44:15 PM): are you in need of rescue, a lexicon dairy(?)
silvermothclouds (10:44:52 PM): i need organs
silvermothclouds (10:45:01 PM): hard cash and a cold russian heart
A Stabbin Hobo (10:45:20 PM): xylaphone virtuosos and art
A Stabbin Hobo (10:45:51 PM): free market in an antigravity park
silvermothclouds (10:47:13 PM): antigravity us marines use flubber
silvermothclouds (10:47:20 PM): like glue in a horse country
silvermothclouds (10:48:45 PM): im outside done be tellin trees behind my back
silvermothclouds (10:48:49 PM): !
A Stabbin Hobo (10:48:50 PM): where penny takers travel to strip malls and scour for entrigueing looks in mirrors
A Stabbin Hobo (10:49:03 PM): the ears
silvermothclouds (10:49:15 PM): stop making up hardcore bands
silvermothclouds (10:49:33 PM): i checked my facts after eating a popscicle
silvermothclouds (10:49:43 PM): im sending you to china
A Stabbin Hobo (10:50:05 PM): merciful fate!
A Stabbin Hobo (10:50:24 PM): already been to china, round trip by words
A Stabbin Hobo (10:50:30 PM): read the book backwards
A Stabbin Hobo (10:53:40 PM): no thinkin
A Stabbin Hobo (11:05:22 PM): just a list:///acid,watery roger,lyric by virtuosos
“A Stabbin Hobo” signed off at 11:28:49 PM.
April 18th, 2006
|09:37 pm - mel gibson is not a coward.|
A Stabbin Hobo (9:08:11 PM): how are the trains across the sea
silvermothclouds (9:08:12 PM): just be a long hair child
silvermothclouds (9:26:03 PM): filled with octapi and jellyfish
silvermothclouds (9:26:32 PM): like a brown bird nesting in the texaco sun
A Stabbin Hobo (9:27:02 PM): sounds like shell, bloddy nigerian marauders
silvermothclouds (9:27:16 PM): hahaha
silvermothclouds (9:27:32 PM): foreign engines rushing for some mineral pumpkin spice
silvermothclouds (9:27:48 PM): all they want is latte's of long legs and pie a' la mode
A Stabbin Hobo (9:28:16 PM): at least they protest naked chained ot oil wells
silvermothclouds (9:28:28 PM): bunch of negative wishing wells
silvermothclouds (9:28:37 PM): wishing for a robot dream
A Stabbin Hobo (9:28:37 PM): towers without bells
silvermothclouds (9:28:43 PM): no sparks and lots of oil
silvermothclouds (9:29:10 PM): sun prophets bringing nothing but rain
silvermothclouds (9:30:23 PM): lyrics
silvermothclouds (9:30:26 PM): improve
silvermothclouds (9:30:27 PM): soon
A Stabbin Hobo (9:30:33 PM): deal
silvermothclouds (9:30:42 PM): were gonna duel with words and mics
A Stabbin Hobo (9:31:02 PM): for certain nights we improv figts
silvermothclouds (9:31:04 PM): you can be the dragon
silvermothclouds (9:31:08 PM): and ill be mel gibson
silvermothclouds (9:31:13 PM): your ass is getting slayed
A Stabbin Hobo (9:31:19 PM): hahaha whaaa
silvermothclouds (9:31:30 PM): hahaha
silvermothclouds (9:31:35 PM): aim metaphors
silvermothclouds (9:31:47 PM): this conversation made more sense than any other
A Stabbin Hobo (9:32:03 PM): begin foreign thought
silvermothclouds (9:32:48 PM): come down and see
silvermothclouds (9:32:50 PM): !
silvermothclouds (9:32:51 PM): ok
silvermothclouds (9:33:13 PM): im going driving in the nice weather and a finely tuned metal joint
silvermothclouds (9:33:21 PM): ill smoke it with lightning
A Stabbin Hobo (9:33:54 PM): think of the cause
I hope my wire taps don't find this.
January 27th, 2006
a. -philosophical section.
Brightly, our minds as a bodily plexus bend from any centrifugal condescension (by moving outwards with our idea of a master morality) ...right now everything is set in a blissful complacency with an open book of erudition that hopefully keeps away from the inanely behaviors of a bodily octopus such described by ken Kesey when a crowd bares nothing but a screaming echo of drab synchronism. " It is a single colonial animal with a thousand waving tentacles- vibrating poison madness and filling the universe with teeny agony torn out of them." I guess I am staying at the littoral side where the waves crash into me, and I take the chance of being swallowed by the unknown that I may come across. I don't want to be any such tentacle of society, but the water rushing around.... objectively from an outside perspective.
"i'd rather be a lightning rod than a seismograph."
I played a show with cutlery at that quaint club at the center of middle schools around the county.... (Mbp)...really, the place doesn’t bother me as much as that dreaded octopus of a crowd.... waving their tentacles and screaming to bands such as "patent pending" that kills minutes. Then again the ground’s and facility is fine when you can hide out in that room next to the main anteroom and have some great conversations with friends...I have a fun time pranking, and making terry nervous for almost getting us kicked out. Chris short finally gave me my secret Santa gift, which ended up being a penis mic, but someone hid it from me.... I guess under the rules of mpb there is no admittance of a penis mic.... it’s not quite christian enough. I’m sure we will be playing a show in the near future, once we forget just how bad the vibes are from the place...but really if I can hang out with friends in any place...ill do my best to make it out.
well...I'm gonna drive to arundell mills with mary...her shoes are 7 years old, so were gonna walk with them and find some new ones.
i love you all.
Current Mood: quixotic
Current Music: kaada mainframe...and now q and not you power
November 21st, 2005
|06:55 am - antipode mind. When I have time i will write a book about my brain.|
"Like the earth a hundred years ago, our mind still has its darkest Africa’s; it’s unmapped quandaries, and Amazonian basins. Like the giraffe, and the duckbilled platypus, the creatures inhabiting these remoter regions of the mind are exceedingly improbable. Nevertheless they exist, they are facts of observation; they cannot be ignored by anyone who truly wants to understand the world around them. “ If you go to new south Wales, you will see marsupials hopping about the countryside. And if you go to the antipodes of the self-conscious mind, you will encounter all sorts of creatures any more than you invent marsupials. We need to explore our own antipode minds as we do the physical world around us.” Knowledge is what the individual makes it to be, because in reality “Every ultimate fact is only the first in a new series,” and from our own perception we may understand our inside perception of knowledge, and pull down our outer social praxis from what we are said to believe. What is the source of our knowledge, and what doubts are they’re concerning the possibility of knowledge?
“The eye is the first circle; the horizon, which it forms, is the second; and throughout nature this primary figure repeated without end.” Our senses create knowledge within our lives of reality. Every action surpasses another, until a new theory of reality is created. Our theories are being skewed by our senses, because we make a hypothesis, and we have no physical senses to prove them because we were either not around, or it is too far away to capitulate. The Big Bang is a hypothesis, for we never existed to actually prove the conclusion. “There is no fixtures in nature. The universe is fluid, and volatile. Permanence is but a word of degrees.
The new continents are built out of the ruins of an old planet; the new races fed out of the decomposition of the forgoing. New arts destroy the old. Roads, and canals: engender railways by steam, to electric cars of the future.” When our culture is but past criticism, and old knowledge new knowledge of hypotheses, theories, and conclusions will be recreated. For our books may not exist anymore, and may be ashes of a dormant society. “The life of man is a self-evolving circle, which, from a ring imperceptibly small, rushes on all sides outwards to new, and larger circles, and that without end.”
The source of knowledge is our own perception of the world, and it is doubted like “melting away an old Greek sculpture of the past,” because the world around us is a “mysterious ladder” of un-answered truths.
Current Mood: Aphelion
Current Music: Spiritualized....Ladies, and Gentleman..thanks adam