Isn't it sort of charming,
how Time can create a rhythm, a beat or a force so in tune with the individual,
syncopation....so precise,
that unless we stop.
[-AL CODA-]
O.k., stopping is not an option.
...We need to turn around [still moving],
shake our heavy-heads about [moving],
masterbate [we must ultimatly rely on ourselves-& our own personal Hokey-Pokey]
& then
weep-uncontrolled for no reason...and for every reason(Life's dirty friend Pain is always working his mischief somewhere in the universe--how does that little jingle go?*).
and now the easy part,
Unless we quickly and ferociously regurgitate all preconcieved ideas, force-fed morals, wild social accusations and internal theory in one gigantic Technicolor-yawn[preferrably on someone ignorant's butter-flavored-popcorn snack while they stare with dulled senses, unsure and wondering 'Is it live, or..is that stoopid Bitch bringing me my God-damned beer or do I have to get up!?!.'].
Once free,
Wipe the fowl stench away from your mouth(we all know how fear has a way of building-up in the cracks and crevases),
open your eyes ,
and percieve the world in which YOU live.
Percieve the world in which YOU live.
Percieve world in YOU.
Percieve or ich Y live.
Percieve the which.
Percieve YOU.
Percieve.
...as we live life and gain experince,
we(I) sometimes forget what it was like to be young, untainted and free from the pre-judgements of others.
"We are young", No promises, no demands." as Pat Benatar once crooned...
Yet over the last couple of weeks,
Death has criss-crossed our paths and taken those close to us(Take care of yourself Dia) and taken some of our fellow artists and masters as well(Farwell Joe...London is quiet tonight).
It remind me that this flesh tends to expire without notice and unless we(I) take the time to meet life with the undaunting courage that thirves and pulses within us(me) and use the rest as seasoning for personal discovery and understanding.
Otherwise we will rot as hollow shells, lobotomized by the Elite-Hipocracy-Junkies.
On every corner they push their ill-gotten goods...
Thought/Choice/Expression
-----all sold to the highest bidder.
What's that? lookin' for a nickel-bag of individualism?
Well, here's what you need to do....
[-DC AL CODA-]
Well, Now I fear I've turned rambling into rhetoric but before I finish I must say this (?):
I challange myself and everyone who may read this
-to to accept the surreal as real,
-to believe the impossible(or the possibility of),
-to pretend wood is metal or mud is pie or 'We Are Family'
-to scream when they tell you to shout and to be silent whenever you damn -well feel like it.
-to see up as right, left as over and down as an umbrella
-to create your own afterlife(complete with or w/o Hell/Nirvana/meaning)
-to hang all your pictures upside-down and tell everyone they are "just looking at them wrong!"
-to make one thing every day of your life(big or small) & give that thing to a complete stranger.
"Smiles Everyone, Smiles" [Mr Rourke cues the hula dancers......]
Does anyone have any other perceptual challanges?
Agree?
Want to burn me at the stake?
Feel challanged?
Want to Fuck My Brain?
(feel free to respond)
Thanks for reading
All my best in the new year
-Swollen.
p.s......i almost forgot...
* 'Mr. Pains little Hurtin' Song(radio edit)'
"Not rain nor hail, not snow or sleet
can keep me from my torchered beat.
not innocent child nor mother supreme,
will lure my soul(I'm a Fiend of Fiends),
So lock your closets, clean beneath your rugs,
hide your good times I'm taking the Love.
And though I may leave, beat a hasty retreat,
I'll be back in a blink, so stand tall on your feet!"
...i just made that up!?wow.
how Time can create a rhythm, a beat or a force so in tune with the individual,
syncopation....so precise,
that unless we stop.
[-AL CODA-]
O.k., stopping is not an option.
...We need to turn around [still moving],
shake our heavy-heads about [moving],
masterbate [we must ultimatly rely on ourselves-& our own personal Hokey-Pokey]
& then
weep-uncontrolled for no reason...and for every reason(Life's dirty friend Pain is always working his mischief somewhere in the universe--how does that little jingle go?*).
and now the easy part,
Unless we quickly and ferociously regurgitate all preconcieved ideas, force-fed morals, wild social accusations and internal theory in one gigantic Technicolor-yawn[preferrably on someone ignorant's butter-flavored-popcorn snack while they stare with dulled senses, unsure and wondering 'Is it live, or..is that stoopid Bitch bringing me my God-damned beer or do I have to get up!?!.'].
Once free,
Wipe the fowl stench away from your mouth(we all know how fear has a way of building-up in the cracks and crevases),
open your eyes ,
and percieve the world in which YOU live.
Percieve the world in which YOU live.
Percieve world in YOU.
Percieve or ich Y live.
Percieve the which.
Percieve YOU.
Percieve.
...as we live life and gain experince,
we(I) sometimes forget what it was like to be young, untainted and free from the pre-judgements of others.
"We are young", No promises, no demands." as Pat Benatar once crooned...
Yet over the last couple of weeks,
Death has criss-crossed our paths and taken those close to us(Take care of yourself Dia) and taken some of our fellow artists and masters as well(Farwell Joe...London is quiet tonight).
It remind me that this flesh tends to expire without notice and unless we(I) take the time to meet life with the undaunting courage that thirves and pulses within us(me) and use the rest as seasoning for personal discovery and understanding.
Otherwise we will rot as hollow shells, lobotomized by the Elite-Hipocracy-Junkies.
On every corner they push their ill-gotten goods...
Thought/Choice/Expression
-----all sold to the highest bidder.
What's that? lookin' for a nickel-bag of individualism?
Well, here's what you need to do....
[-DC AL CODA-]
Well, Now I fear I've turned rambling into rhetoric but before I finish I must say this (?):
I challange myself and everyone who may read this
-to to accept the surreal as real,
-to believe the impossible(or the possibility of),
-to pretend wood is metal or mud is pie or 'We Are Family'
-to scream when they tell you to shout and to be silent whenever you damn -well feel like it.
-to see up as right, left as over and down as an umbrella
-to create your own afterlife(complete with or w/o Hell/Nirvana/meaning)
-to hang all your pictures upside-down and tell everyone they are "just looking at them wrong!"
-to make one thing every day of your life(big or small) & give that thing to a complete stranger.
"Smiles Everyone, Smiles" [Mr Rourke cues the hula dancers......]
Does anyone have any other perceptual challanges?
Agree?
Want to burn me at the stake?
Feel challanged?
Want to Fuck My Brain?
(feel free to respond)
Thanks for reading
All my best in the new year
-Swollen.
p.s......i almost forgot...
* 'Mr. Pains little Hurtin' Song(radio edit)'
"Not rain nor hail, not snow or sleet
can keep me from my torchered beat.
not innocent child nor mother supreme,
will lure my soul(I'm a Fiend of Fiends),
So lock your closets, clean beneath your rugs,
hide your good times I'm taking the Love.
And though I may leave, beat a hasty retreat,
I'll be back in a blink, so stand tall on your feet!"
...i just made that up!?wow.