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Obama, are you sure??

By Gerald Scarfe

In Flames: To Remove My Own Mask

   



The serpent knows,
When the curtain falls,
In denials blindfold,
It greets another day

Don't believe the mask
It attempts to lie,
The perfect ten,
When reality caves in

Don't tell me,
Tell my ghost,
Cause I blame him
For all I don't want to know

I found secrets about life untold

Life's wrapped in a riddle,
Easier said than done,
Hate to play the victim,
Rather run and hide.

Don't believe the mask
It attempts to lie,
The perfect ten,
When reality caves in

Don't tell me,
Tell my ghost,
Cause I blame him
For all I don't want to know

I found secrets about life untold,
Let them take me far away

Call back in place,
It easier to cope behind the curtain,
Wipe the worries away
No thought about consequence

Don't believe the mask
It attempts to lie,
The perfect ten,
When reality caves in

Don't tell me,
Tell my ghost,
Cause I blame him
For all I don't want to know

I found secrets about life untold,
Let them take me far away

testing tumblr

just another spot for blowing bubbles.

Affirmation

Assata's Affirmation

I believe in being
I believe in the spectrum
of beta days and gamma people.
I believe in sunshine.
in windmills and waterfalls,
tricycles and rocking chairs.
And I believe that seeds grow into sprouts.
And sprouts grow into trees.
I believe in the magic of the hands.
And in the wisdom of the eyes.
I believe in rain and tears.
And in the blood of infinity.

I believe in life.
And I have seen the death parade
march through the torso of the earth
sculpting mud bodies in its path.
I have seen the destruction of the daylight
and seen bloodthirsty maggots pray to and saluted.

I have seen the kind become the blind
and the blind become the bind
in one easy lesson.
I have walked on cut glass.
I have eaten crow and blunder bread
and breathed the breath of indifference.

I have been locked by the lawless.
Handcuffed by the haters.
Gagged by the greedy.
And, if I know anything at all,
it's that a wall is just a wall
and nothing more at all.
It can be broken down.

I believe in living.
I believe in birth.
I believe in the sweat of love
and in the fire of truth.

And I believe that a lost ship
steered by tired, seasick sailors
can still be guided home to port.

In a garden

like in dreams
Quietly; undisturbed
Where I find peace
Where I see no weeds
I taste rain on my skin, it's coming.
No nightmares are gnawing on me here
Oh great, there goes that smell again
But the meadows heart beats softly still
Through the rustling of the leaves
The sun is folding lavender fluff at the seams
Forever cradling me
Birds sing their sweet serenities
like Prophets to our souls
For remembering hummed lullabies in hammocks
Til' you can't stand it
To ever be unhappy

Snap. The branches scream
wake up! Damn it...

This is all that there is.
The moment spent in a garden and Now, reflecting on it.
to Be there again
Harvesting something more
I will

You were right...

There is never anything new here. I wouldn't come back either.



If you only knew.

I do take pictures for you.
I do twit for you.
I do read for you.
I do paint for you.
I do make music for you.
I do watch films for you.
I do cook for you.
I do dream for you.
I do yoga for you.

Everything.

All for you. for you. for you. for you.




 

Donna Haraway: A Cyborg Manifesto

Science, Technology, and Socialist-Feminismn in the Late Twentieth Century," in Simians, Cyborgs and Women: The Reinvention of Nature (New York; Routledge, 1991), pp.149-181.

Donna Haraway.

An Ironic Dream of Common Language For Women in the Integrated Circuit

I just like the image, I haven't even read this yet. Maybe now that it's posted, I will remember to later.

ART: Sleep Waking Robot

Watching this video makes me love the mystery of sleep and dreams so much more. Found @ ThinkArtificial. The Sleep Waking Robot by Fernando Orellana and Brendan Burns is an unusual art work that combines recorded brainwave activity and REM sleep with robot behaviors. The Sleep Waking robot plays back your dreams, or, if you will, presents an interpretive dance of your dreams.


p.s. Isn't it funny when people say "or, if you will"? It is to me.

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I started a new book

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(I'll try to keep conveying these messages to you. According to my Yogi Tea fortune, my intuition is found only in my innocence...The heart sparks)

I've been busy (among all the other "things") reading Ayn Rand's, The Fountainhead and Howard Zinn's, A People's History of the United States. Yes, at the same time. No, I had not ever had the chance to read these. I have lots of catching up to do. (Slipping away in that damn law field set me apart some) I also just bought a new camera to replace the old fellow. I was beyond repair without one. Now I can take pictures of all the ponies and clouds and babies and pies I indulge in. Yay :) If you're still reading, have a good day or night. And enjoy the rest Really.

In the past few months I have found:

Jamie is still the greatest nerd:


My cousin Marissa produced a handsome baby boy:

My brother is a striking college pitcher:

My new favorite things are Hotrods:

Alright. Enough for now... but I just want to add that the cream of the crop web geeks with their many many conferences and ridiculous cat fights are becoming more and more annoying every day with their Jesus freak-like enthusiasm for the obvious.You know who they are. AND I still don't like Hillary Clinton or any other presidential candidate for that matter. 100%. But. To hell with it. I'll sit.

robot love...

this was how i spent valentines night. laughing.