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I have heard it said; the cliché: Those who can't, teach If you cannot teach someone else what you know- You don't know it If you can't teach Then, of course You can'tLiteraturePassing Out Flyers
A Haiku: Sullen turtle drag Overflow with negative Whining UselessnessLiteratureDress Bites Dog
Opening Fruity Loops, I'm not feeling the background pic. I change it to an image offa nude woman reclining onna draped armchair with a smoking pistol in her left hand, her right holding a lit cigarette strategically in front of her crotch from the viewer's perspective. An outstretched, presumably lifeless hand and arm lays on the floor from off camera, the subject of her gaze. Its by the artist 1019. One must constantly redecorate the GUI when staring at screens for any length of time. No matter what your DAW, grey is the color of music. Lest it be stark extremes etching college ruled throughout the evening's vista. Innan ever evolving quest to avoid any more repetitive hand injuries I have assigned mouse duties tooa Logitech USB video game controller with the valuable assistance of JoyToKey v64. The POV and the right joystick are dedicated to moving the mouse at different speeds. Currently using two monitors, so one does the long distance and the other finer, close-up precision.LiteratureVeni Kreator Spiritus [ Rock'n'Roll ]
Its never that simple, issit? Awake, maybe. Senses seem engaged. Body may be responding. Difficult to tell. Body not needed. Silliness of Halloween masks sold atta discount disposable outlet discarded. Sub bass below 20hz - distant volcanic activity. Smell of sulphur erupting with solid particulates from crevasses arm's reach. No heat is felt, only the temperature of isolation and anticipation. A giant eye, unseen, also in arm's reach, directly above. This is more like it. Waste not my time. It is mine and I claim my grains of dripping sand. Weavers be damned, skeletal branches of evolutionary distention. Timeless and lidless - scan and record your inventory's footnotes. I know you as well, since birth lungless, incubated inna petrochemical aquarium. See me and recognize I as your equal at very least. You may not trespass, though I will steal what you took for granted as yours immemorial if I so choose. Volition and kinesis arms of my proprietary arsenal. Engage if you wish.LiteratureChoosing To Make Noise
It is a strange enough event - the announcing of noisemaking assa consuming activity. Of noisemakers, there issa percentage who specialize, choosing one noisy group with more time and passion. Some like a straight line of lowest to highest levers and hammers. Some like to feel the vibrations from strings. Some just like to hit things. Some, more than anything, like to make fart noises with their lips forras long as possible. Of these, this last mentioned group, there is The Tubist. What expressive tool defines my noise, Tubists ask themselves but once in their lives. The Tuba, is the answer. If you're gonna make fart noises with your lips, then of course they'd be better amplified and bassy. I have never met a Tubist. I have never been to someone's home and seen a pile of scratched, dented, homemade from various materials tubas. Making noise issa disease. Support your local Tubists and show them you care. Before its too late.LiteratureI Am Ubiquity
My weapons are ideas. They are in my head until they are released. No evidence to collect. There may as well be armies of angels and demons warring invisibly between the air all around you. Only the effects are seen. I am everywhere. Try finding a place on Earth where a screen orra speaker is not. I am Ubiquity.LiteratureImportance Of Proximity
Raise your voice and stitch your flags into wind turbine sails No world government As anarchy reigns Communities develop with purpose, on purpose For to rely on One's self Is to realize that you are not an island That you are not alone And that your neighbor's health and well-being directly effects your own Not because they belong to your peer group But because of their proximity You are not more important You are not important at all Unless you make yourself important And that is impossible to do Without constant evaluation of all the latest data available And cannot be done for you You do not exist You have no self If you do not do this on your own and assist those who paths you cross And you will not be counted Even amongst the dead
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Drawing A Line
Dig beaneath a defintion A border Is artificial construct It's line drawn on a map That changes And Is not always agreed on It is often drawn By who ever has the most might That is not true security Just a illusion Cause that can change But True security Only comes When all On each side Of That Construct Are SecureLiteratureONLY WAY I WILL EVER HEAR OF U
A broken part of a Shelter. Reflects a sunset. Even as near by reward poster, I latter find, a man's murders speaks of his. I think how I write of a man possessing his death in punctuation, that's all he has know, he is a memory a few peoples minds, and in the ink of the poster, maybe a lured story of the TV, or lured headline also in ink, about man probably never spoke of on it, except as in his end, as it is for most of us, as a obituary, speaks of what was our lives. All his might of beens is lost in future of sunsets that will pass bellow the horizon, he will never see. Most People hardly ever look at sunsets I find. They see me looking aLiteratureWe often think the same though
We often think same thoughts in similar times, write them down they different but the same. Lost in some digitized file, or notepad in a box, we have not open for a while, or long since lost. It all seems all far away. Like actions we rewrite them, again.
