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EXPLANATION FROM HERE DOWN----during the period i wrote these, 1999-2000, i was not only recovering from my burns, but also watched helplessly with my family as my father died of cancer... a fast & terribly traumatic time in my life... consequently, during this time i would work on my art compulsively, stopping only from complete exhaustion... it helped me sleep... but before i would drop, i would e-mail my friends & family ( many times neglected by my new passion )with a sort of coded regurgitation of my day... most having significant meaning contrary to countless return e-mails... here is a brief break-down of my reoccurring characters: Mr Kitty - not me... this is my cat who just showed up one night right after my father passed.... he has many aliases in my writings & in real life.... he is an internationally known superstar dj.... he spins mostly progressive tribal, but always has surprises... a true pioneer.... He has been there from the very start as well... he has evolved with me & was often the star of my e-psychobabble... Alex - not me either... this was my outlet & inspired by my own unique yard & lawn care techniques... messages are devided by several blank lines & are courtesy of NATE-dogboy free speech is the ultimate relic of fruitless risk, intended kindness does not count, nor does the profits stemmed from over-popular phases, such as 'keep it real', especially when used when anticipating high loads of ultra-violet funk being spun at a generous speeds spun back. add softener, lather & rinse soul thoroughly. Repeat as needed. this IS necessary
WRITINGS & PSYCO-BABBLE ...(n) - a sweepstakes clearing-house for the rest of your year that begins now & is updated weekly. inquire to discover the tribal passions of not just how warm it gets here in the summer time rolls stacked loaded back with some time to think... and then it hit me...broadcast a non-sincere anthem for attention in hopes to synthesize confusion an array of para-pseudo tendencies that we will collectively called: ritual, from this point on and can also be used to accommodate 5 grown adults in a sanitarium-like environment for all to roam & hide.
alone again i found myself in the middle of a gas-pump-wind-up-toy-dream, & won't end till 7 am the second half promised not to be any kinder. the kind that rhymes & the wiser for picking the less packed whicker, a fine excuse for you but excess is easy to prove. thee is the statistic for yet another host the dendrite of my fantasia the best shots not too late, limiting the stakes just a dream no escape spinning sets live all above & inside. specifically the pure feel of that which propels the first break-beat as in the morning that tech-steps your jivein no flat footer ... t - skate shouda woulda coulda.... ...some days, when he was sure no one was looking, little Alex, the lawn mowing kid, would ride his souped-up riding lawn mower almost completely over many of his customers shrubs and bushes...when asked, little alex's response was to dance around in a trance with glo-sticks
brilliant beyond even my expectations in such areas as astro-seeking super-stardom on a sunday afternoon without any hesitation i run for the door.
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chim chiminey chim chiminey chim chim a broom, alot can be said in stead of assumed, ummpa ummpa umpady do, sits back like fat stacks, droppin beats down the tune.
just thinkin' about, tomorrow, i'll bet you a whole weeks paycheck that tomorrow, there'll be sun. but you won't bet, tomorrow, cause you smoke crack and your wallets hollow, you sons of a guns.
a-scared ( ahh-scarid )... (adj) ***** is to not have comfort with. -- with which has the possibility of having the tendency which leads us back to doe doe doe doe, oh, a fear, a-scared & queer, sits atop a slopping thundrous ride, fits of sifting aisles i strive, no, fake spirits hear us cry, yi,-di-da-di-da~di-day..., if,-ai-yi-di-da-di-dai, which's still worth the straw you take, that would lead us back no so few you know.
warning. the rest of your life will be intensified by a factor of but not limited to the cubed ratio of light vs time and a half. the mistakes you make today will only reinstate the chance you'll make them again tomorrow. risk is a small price to pay for most things if you don't get caught. reward is better.
through the last several minutes, linus found himself engulfed in his character's failed attempt on any scale of synergy. he learned not from the book, but by the course of his time. his ability to look past short- Comings and lack there of… of others was proceeded only by his inability to remember many common things; for instance, for most, Linus was a figurative and mystical being wrapped in bacon. Emmmmmmmm baaaaaacon…..
------this should be sung to Barbara Strriesand's 'Memories' Memmmmmmorries, like the corners of my eyes. feelin' like i hope to tell ya like the way you were. field-days, like the haze of every morn... slinky kitty you still owe me, 'like to pat your head. jump-ing, hauling ass across the field …great black kitty you are king here...just don't spray the wood.
liekily sillifun funbumsuacious igils loiph liliks dakiox apwer fioyouly simbiotic drizums nz bizas~ss translation "the life of bob barker relies on the phat breakbeats of the drum and the bass. UNKNOWN
and now the rest of the story once upon a space a drift of sun felt last and handsome second was the star that held the spirit close and tight another was the pure and the desired last at hope between them was my brother a whole half of me i wrote with subtle moves deep in the bamboo migrate my natural instincts from our lives better before than when it was natural, when it was not a state park, nor owned by the Army Corps of Engineering. ... meanwhile, subtitles rake the production of a video-propaganda scenario.
sleep (no known pronunciations) v. - a natural and necessary waste of at least 27% of human life. unconscious for over a quarter of your life~. Forced to play characters in uncontrollable scenarios made up in your own head. write me for more info... and now the solution... Solution (what is right) n. - persuade dell or microsoft to risk an enormous amount of time and money to research & someday control our dreams to work for yourself. work... as in vacations, franchises, studying, planning, things you are afraid of, fantasies, retrospection of your past. time sleeping could become a financial, a social, and a psychological solution to your problems. think about chickens before you sleep tonight. try it .J!~': ) the possibilities are endless.,.. ...'- ,
; - a song of appetite for a beat that rolls a drum that;s too tight adrift admits the tribal call for all an urge to move like animals wave your rights like you should, test the control. Question the future. . just because it is not understood, justifies nothing. the resources in your reach are forgotten, television has formed our society more than everything combined within the last 27 years.
compromise (com pro miiz) v. - to give in because the alternative would be to boycott sam waltons' vicious empire staged around the sick fact that if you use the rest room, which is located right beside the employee lounge. i feel completely compelled to watch them. they are suppose to be on break, not getting me off.
though soaked in rain, and nearly out of energy, we meet up with mistershopkitty, aka shopcat, aka mr bad ass. he has advertently been on the roof of the all-mighty-car-port, and was easily entranced by the light show above, that was until he realized cats don't like rain. so he got down. he also breaks at parties....
opposed, oppressed freakish Freudian pollen got ya down?? snap into a slim jim. . tube socks around the ankles of all of the once notioned nono--believers. family traits advertised for the lactose tolerant. switch the traffic laws because of dr. duff's explanatory exploitation of theoretic tornadic developments and see... no more open-syndicated broadcasts of mrkitty in the local kitty bars, wearing a beige rabbit fur evening robe and shades, suspended by beautiful women watching him chew his robe. no more
Ran right by, a pile a stage, and pressed my face against the faded glass. A still went by, amazed in this solely sum, mr. kitty is the one. ever look ever as expected, the third party was a success" it lay bright as we were. Toll free food with enough to fulfill a house",
April sits before us like a tv dinner on sunday, & that old yellow couch now seems a blessing. Before the uneasiness proceeds us, lets discuss or dispose of at will a freedom ~ot entirely succeeded from our stay here with you. A breath of fresh freedom from limbs and tucked safe.
OH. A BEER. A GLASS OF BEER. SAUCE, A LONG LONG WAY TO RUN… “WE” THE ONES. I TOUCH MYSELF. LA, LA LA LA LA LA LA. HO, A BIMBO ON THE STREET. BUT, FOR 10 BUCKS YOU CAN'T BEAT. THATS THE WAY TO BE DISCRETE...BUT THAT WILL LEAD US BACK TO NO MO’ HO'S THOUGH
So sorry please sing these lines in place of "doe, a deer, a, female Deer. .,.... get it "THE sound of music. " Stop picking OH. A BEER. A GLASS OF BEER. SAUCE, A LONG LONG WAY to RUN. > > WE. THE ONES. I TOUCH MYSELF . LA, LA LA LA LA LA LA. > > HO, A BIMBO ON THE STREET. BUT, FOR 10 BUCKS YOU JUST CAN'T BEAT. ~' THAT'S THE WAY TO BE DISCRETE.. . BUT THAT WILL LEAD US BACK TO NO MO’ HO'S THOUGH > >
so as most now know, it was in fact a dark n' stormy night... ~and indeed the captain, played by David hastlehoof, did hoist to Rudolph " you don’t really look like a loser reindeer. Alfonzo skipped town, but was said to have had a runny nose and a rash on his face... .Specifically on his brow. soon after he was captured and brought back, the captain once again' beckoned alfonzo...please tell us a story. By this time alfonzo was no nose to hold blow, so he copped out and now lives like a refugee. but you don't have to live like a refugee.:
Proposition 8 for pueblo Co. …that’s Colorado for all the new guys….
1.1 the dangerous plight to discontinue the ill-almighty paper dollar bill will disable mr badass-mofo-kitty in his quest for tipping kitty dancers. the government plans to discontinue the legacy for the privacy of~.your own home usage, or at least until they gets a better - ;~I; holds on the gran'daddylonglegs, jackin' little homey cats for -they grip. hustlin'ass gangsta cat, jea.
proposition 8 pueblo co.. 1.2 lingerers away as so goes sun in days. sees not for the base or for some tempts to stay. Sings wind in bamboo, sends chill-like cat grooves. remembers much less and afraid of that too but as much is just less, or a quest for what’s left. the young kitty rests in my shirt, on my chest.
Isobaric shades of discontent in by which control will no longer have caused this effect. fact one is the state of being left will deploy any selective defense. the transverse point of reaction dissolves his hopes of competing against trepidation. a greater feat. a bigger shoe. many many socks. .. pueblo co. returns fire in an all out regimentation of the entire live studio broadcast played on a reel too real before a live studio audience. four pretensions are in suspension all caught on video tape via intra-fame for more are on repression of outside inverted shame.
pueblo colorado has no room for slacksters or pimpassshop cats. there will be little time to search for a lighter so i suggest tieing one on. the last thing you will remember has to be good enough, if only this can be compromised, my suggestion proceeds me. another i wonder if best you used before the 2:30 in the early morn. september morn porn
yes sur indeed mr shopkity is pimpassed & yes he is large indeed. as far as the refined ramifications, we will intersperse a signature d&b track dropped from the heavens above. clean fresh sounds tweaked just right. fortunate enough to clean, but clever enough not to.
prepare your next morning like a task involving different responses, For example: getting dressed. now name that task either a name or ~ company name (gettinreadyfast) , this just helps.... next i advise you to monitor each task & try to speed ~p the output time, for example: say it takes gettinreadyfast 10 minutes to get ready to go somewhere. time them & document. gettin'some is a good place to start.
well as soon as little alex, the lawnmowing kid, learned of the snow days allotted for the kiddies, be began a crusade in the inner cities bordering west and east virginia. he ruthlessly tormented sales pitch associates with glo-sticks over the phone and in person, until they were no more. then alex's entire block began to burst into the most beautiful flower gardens as far as the eye can imagine. and once again alex had to laugh out loud..., so he did.
pueblo co. 1.3 is the most popular site of irony of itself to be there in a long time. that is not only a threat but a reality. Clearly one can not perspire at will, but let alone he will be made up as one, in himself, that's respect. suppose your white dog fasts entire good fridays. explain the efficiency of his ways, averaging 27 naps per day, now that is how they get seven years into one of ours.
The underlining principle would be attending the treaty of trust banquet in upper state, at this time there is no reason to believe. generously lost am I a handful and less than what i came here with…. a smooth & lighter time i waste with dissolved coats i taste
in the bath of life, i have few shortcuts to the obstacle course we run. i have named them doggie do's & doggie dont's: for your protection, they and i are wrapped in sulaphane and/or bacon...
pretending to be asleep - doggie do pretending to be Bob barker - doggie do accenting your ankle~ - doggie don't wearing pants that could house co-eds - doggie do – arguing with the tv' - doggie don't dancing for your cat's approval - doggie do staying up till 4:20 am for no reason - doggie don't naming sexual desires by reindeer names - tie. there needs to be more doggie do reply si vu play if you have any.
free speech is the ultimate relic of fruitless risk, intended kindness does not count, nor does the profits stemmed from over-popular phases, such as 'keep it real', especially when used when anticipating high loads of ultra-violet funk being spun at a generous speeds. add softener and rinse soul thoroughly. Repeat as needed
kiber filled fallacies protests the tantalizing tendencies, rests with overwhelming age of cheese, pretzel hater choose as you please. forget that of which has no choice, not forth with time the worth your voice, to raise or bend both caught off course, your change is mine mends quite in source. dancing bunnies filled with doh rollin so hard. ,J,~: " - does the idea of losing a friend because he does not eat pretzels just completely enrage you, not the big doh kind, rather crunchy, salt baked on, been in the vending machine for years, comes in many various shapes and sizes (me too), sulafane packaged (me too), baked, pretzels. i don't know if i could ever really trust someone like that... dynamic fountains of heaving piles on piles. where as the sodiums have caught up with all that potassium requires. sustained for the good of others. restrained for pleasure of me me me. caught up with your 46 & 2, sits between your choices and luck. lucky enough to know better, but funky enough too. as arnold once said "luck is for the ill-prepared...."
once upon a summertime roll in LA, there were entirely different lives lead by people we know as eric and john. simple sampled lives. in the fullest, a bit uneasy and awfully boring. yawn. but then it all made sense, put them on motorcycles, tool them around, blowing things up and make an hour long drama-sitcom out of those vary things. add a couple of babes and a couple guest appendices by mr badaskitty, portraying a kung-fu pimp from the streets, whoppin ass, taken what he wants. go head you big pimp cat terms of discerning appetites of excess surprisingly sweetened buttery mess.
sometimes alex would write that phrase on his hand, somedays on his paper currency. then one day alex learned of expressive dance, concerned and anxious, alex mowed his way down to the local y. there he found many other people who had things tied to themselves. 'of course' alex said. but not in words, in trance
once single standing offers stranded souly by one side besides belaying selfish others handled sitting i begin swerving silent offers stated souly for the first lands certain sides one stated offers slowly are reversed. little alex was requested or as may just be pretend, then sends a score of subtle blendz of words to melt within xX-X-X-X-Xx X-<.<.>.>-x x <. :.> x x---:O:---x x - --- - x -- -- x- - - -x xoOoOoOooox x: :-x-: :x - -
better that those be halves not half as close to the source direct. featuring scores of baby blue on blue, piercing sears of untra-sonic grooves too phat exact like moves, raves feet first for the thirst of the beats that burst, so listen up; a distraction, a scarifying taste simplifying what's really going on, now that its off the hook set in the mysterious slack slingin van. where as, suns of systems are focal points of life so pulls life close to, where as open unconsciousness connects everyone to a common state, so do the days of our lives.
piercing the seems between you and me, we meet up with little alex of the lawn care people, he's dancing around naked in a trance, troubled because he just can't seem to make up his mind on how to examine new talent. 'well' , we say with a thunder-like hum, 'most problems in the yard can be answered with the weed-eater'. 'ah so', breathed little alex as he leaped atop the bird bath, clutching only himself. but laughter was not in the seams today, for richard dawson's lawn will pay.
lately, instead of the usual disposing of the milk cartons when emptied, little alex has developed a systematic response produced by spoiled milk. this alots good hindsight for others. the ultimate goal was to recreate the exact moment when he realized that : 1. luck is for the ill-prepared(swa~,tzineger) 2. windshield wipers are a tool of the devil, ,J,{: hypnotizin' all y-all suckas 3. pueblo colorado is a lovely thing - in having returned home from the massive woods and having no ticks to talk about, please accept at least the remaining vibration of a lamb on his last roll, a sad trade for a cape, but a good excuse to wear big pants. inconclusive residents passing the time among themselves, not noticing the rapid sway of the lights on the ride home from 'the back seat of his own mind
as we edge through the bamboo, in a shanghai-sneak-attack mad stalker kind of way, the reasons become many and the temptation is just that, to end this bizarre game of tic tac doe who now smiles straight into the camera. just hours ago, after losing several rounds to the all-mighty disco ball's powers, mrbadass kitty made the illusive suggestion to play the 'game' and the game we have played. cleverly hand picked anxiety filled music fills the heads of all contestants as bob barker hosts this show which is difficult to catch but even harder not to follow.
as promised, there will be limited quantities in lambs and bearly a magnacarta of a flier whose time will come on agIo-like nite where the sets are nonstop and tech steps dips and drops to the breaks booming stock in the shallow end we watch while the show proceeds again nonstop -- as promised there will not be artificial additives or trial sizes there will, however be consequences and that is what we call life
from the next quarter on we will pre-introduce a more balanced nutritional compadre' in this awkward situation, where as the eventual urge to get up and move has about ran out and with the whirling trees a consequence to raining out the shadows that follow your lead over nearly all of which is grouped and filed,. earned and thieved
suppose for the model to be anatomically intact that we remove the selfish and shady and replace with disposals and a fresh new scene. expect that which has no boundaries yet has definite confiscating rebounds to and fro' till you think you can take no mo', then it proceeds just because team pimp says it;s so.
in retrospectacles this proceeded message will have little influence for those under just that, for which it stands, one nation, underground, invisible with liberty and justice were redeemed appropriate. the rest of this evenings dispersion will prelude highlights from the past week;s psycho-babble from which all good things come. ramifications will be reviewed in the order which they are received. remember to think.
12:58:52 Z -O~OO was born fast, awoke having clutching indestructible holds on the ship shown down in dreams that recu~ and have me used to seeing jimi in a bra but not still surprised by the incandescent mask outside whats in store today. try not adjust to the madness after all its after math.
self depot for all disposal, of unused tricks, latex dreams, and at least a half-hearted tear or two over what has nothing to do with at least most the time it takes to realize these are not even close to being the shiniest happy gas pumps
eye of a needle or blue lights on a stage now shadow the threshold symbiotically played as if life ever after was ever a choice of quite brief encounters in circuitry's noise of a slow re-transmissiona1 megab1asting voice .
do not assume that a'$1000 tip is drastic in means to obtain approval for what was first offered in a tv mini-series of long-lasting impressions of how much you think you seem to come across as inconsiderate sometimes like when something bigger comes along and eats the other or maybe forgets to open the door before at least toying with trying in vetro. answer- sequenced lives are less flawed which follows reversal downplay often dreamed of, and tainted never as though golden hearsay.
imposition to where as, there will no longer be any need to conserve for a factor of all mans attempts will be maintained for the rest of existence. fluoro-furthermore, the presets of kindness, courtesy and break beats will be raised by this same factor. mandatory smoke breaks too.
eight hundred and eight reasons to rise up and groove like the transistic sling shot of pure emotion in full stereo soul sound systems consisting of continuous breaks intertwined inside itself all rolled up in one...
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the circuit=continues after 3 days off with a bit of advise, always accept what is offered when impinging, rest beside neither failures nor achievements, pretend to fall asleep when anxious, bridge gaps between feet, evolve with your surroundings, never apologize to people when you are giving them free access 19~ the world, before you speak ask yourself a question. . protect and serve. '. - , amid at most by the spray of the hose tinker temper tampered stroll face... down through though you never forget the new repeated old news, fill a part in the puzzle, become a self proclaimed district of what ever you want. file to fill for documents at the post office today. only you can can limit the possibilities. you, the man, and you can't deny. for as little as half of what you have, we can help you out little homie.
nuthin doin but to free our kinky monkey lovin fun run to include but not limited to the following: beautiful women dancin around in big pants trying to 'keep it real', 27 different brands of supercharged kitty food, and several tubs of those little starbuck ice frapachinos. the time saved could involve less work. practically nothing to lose, a loss half left is a lubricants dream.
imposition to where as, there will no longer be any need to conserve for a factor of all mans attempts will be maintained for the rest of existence. fluoro-furthermore, the presets of kindness, courtesy and break beats will be raised by this same factor. mandatory smoke breaks too.
attenuation of the pueblo colorado incidents where as, the entire island of realm is swept past like a stray thread. incandescent glo-sticks consequently light the path not taken preluding to catastrophic kitty jam. where as experts of tonight's show will be put on auction on e-bay and generate ungodly bids, and there will be little black and little white cats dancing around in harmony at last
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sun shined my day away, then left me dazed... a lame but subtle mess on time i go but stray, pretend to play & hesitate to press not here to redirect the petty thefts of debts & faded hands just here to sit & watch you re-elect the damned
The Rate of fixation is related inversely to the populations size... take this in to account the next time you are at the mall..
on my toes, but the story goes, out of control with actions i know stopping to pose but quickly she goes, starry eyes in a row behind & below... pushed down in vain and then back up with a shove, a damn shame to blame it on lack or less of, could try but won't get what i think i once was... 'come on down' the price is right for this love.
me against time again, my one & ultimate foe, he haunts me daily, threatens me, & seems to have control... but seems to bear a key i guess on how to play the clock... so insincere i wait for her to tell me never stop... a pause, a moment to ease myself up from under me, & remember life is only time spent well & not wasted.
so here's the story about a boy without the girl once again pretends mistakes are less than real protects them, then admits they're still just a bit outside the plate until he's back from his outer space-like hell
around about like nothings wrong, breath in less than out & hum a song, increase the heat around you though, release the strains, the chains that hold prepare for new which will be soon, prepay your way & stay past two. proceed in focus with caution you keep, exhaust - retire, refuel, repeat. around about like nothing else, replaced like tape across your month.
just as she looked to leave i saw just what she meant but was way too late and just as it hit me she drove away again with regrets has replaced the insides
as indeed as a plea as indignant as me so long ago & now scared of it all nothing I've replaced with the insides of me the days gone by really blew my mind
ejected delay a play upon words, ultimate demands with ultimate hurt... wickedly gone as if almost never here, pretense to a sequel, enticing but not for real,,, almost forever, another play for your book
just as the attractiveness of consistency fades so do the chances that keep me from falling, sometimes i feel like i'm drowning in my own wicked sounds & sometimes i'm really careful with what is really going on...
of maximum exposure and the graph of Sin in bite size pieces wrapped divine but dressed like you with whom i reenact like broken sequenced strands & reinsert your own suspicions, eject the sequel plot the future & reject the norm which does not suit you
i hate the wait... the stars, the sky... to bad we left them all aside, some say a waste but not for all cause when she's gone i usually fall for all that goes, half will stray like other kids with other days
DEEP WITHIN THE STARS OF NONE KINDER.... STARVING THEMSELVES OF THE LIFE THAT HAS MINE KILLING THE CURLS OF THE CORDS MUST REMIND HER THAT MAYBE THE TIME TO STRAIGHTEN HAS ARRIVED
first showed the way of the long road laid then fails to mention the path to take seems very much a sense less made and returns me home to rant & rave but that's just a small thought i twist in my head, mundane, she won't resist the veins alive but moving bliss less danger in light to collect her kiss
races to drag the sure of shine the same as if to slip & slide ahead allowed almost alive, alike i bust but brushed aside somewhere i caused some time to rest, a must to beat disrupted mess almost too much i must confess too fine, too high, ten times the rest
overall she's there just in case i fall all in all i fear most she will recall so scared cause she won't make the call but he's there in case she wants it all
cuttin' out & pasting ways, no more heat from numbered days can't kill the wrong that makes me write, insisting everything will turn out fine. pretend to win then smile for grins & store the real feelings staged within deep in her eyes a conscious lies but do be warned its well disguised...
shouldn't have to count the days & won't tonite... unable any ways... refused to be by mine this time reused excuse.. reduced but fine... limit to fear, to break... too bad two times enough.. gave up to have. unless there is more time than fear again too late good nite my dear won't care to have if your not there can't bear to see through shadowed stares 'don't shine like them but i do try just twice as much in half the time...
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