tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80380341625330565752024-03-13T10:12:38.530-07:00OXAZINE<i>by <a href="http://eyeseat.blogspot.com">shaun lawton</a></i>shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038034162533056575.post-31449366153041294632020-07-14T16:06:00.001-07:002023-04-18T08:15:47.552-07:00Psycho-Hexameter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>by <a href="https://dumzine.blogspot.com/2022/11/the-restoration-preface.html">Shaun Grub</a></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>art by Greg Davis</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The joke of history is it isn't a mystery</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> to the ones who don't wanna know</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">It's just a string of perversions undergoing reversions</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> with hot pockets in the snow</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">When things are at their worst it starts improving</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> but the only real way to tell</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">You could be feeling better and getting sicker</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> while freezing intermittent in hell</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">It's paradisiacal and quite maniacal</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> the revelations heating up in your head</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">After cooling down a bit you think you're full of it</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> and don't wanna get out of bed</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">There ain't no one to blame ya just trying to frame you</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> for something that you never did</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Demanding to convince everyone you exist</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> is just a workout like a statistical spread</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Trick is never forgetting to remember</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> that we aren't even actually here</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Its because we're moving and constantly grooving</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> while our proximity disappears</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">With the whole damn planet a-plunging onward</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> through the cold and sterile void</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">We're just under-sampling and aliasing forward</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> in a wagon wheel effect conjoined</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">In meditation we reach equilibrium to relish</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> stillness which we usually reject</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The fact remains its not an illusion</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> just a mirror of the void we reflect</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">In trying to use tact to avoid confusion</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> nothing remains the anchor to our lives</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">We're sailing onward redressing grievance</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> and selling our souls down the line</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">So how's it possible we can even conceive</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> that we're usually just feeling fine</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">In a war torn nation caught up in cold fury</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> with provocations from both sides</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">You don't need a judge or even a jury</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> if you're quick enough on this ride</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">In paroxysms of executions compounded</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> with a series of nervous tics</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">That's not religious order nor spiritual chaos</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> or a random case of Tourettes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Just a sexual disease twitching from spirochetes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> and that could be as good as it gets</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">If God created the missionary position</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> we came up with dancing in the streets</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Its odd we're mated with nuclear fusion</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> and always doing what we're told</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">When the whole damn point of being created</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> is just a chance at growing old</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Look at this joint do you think we're fated</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> with a predetermined destiny</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Well it depends on just how serious</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> you're taking your own individuality</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">That's why I sing get down with me brothers and sisters</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> and don't you fret no more</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Flip that frown in the air and if it comes down heads</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> don't let your tail get caught in the door</span><br />
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<br />shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038034162533056575.post-52834904958683638312020-02-06T15:01:00.005-08:002023-04-18T08:14:27.725-07:00A Comprehensive Appraisal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i>by <a href="https://soundcloud.com/thornswrath/human-definition?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing">Shaun Lawton</a></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://soundcloud.com/thornswrath/human-definition" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdivpSay1exgYclRuw02b7zAnQlhhn2R5JAxCv09iZi8jbZeyxLehCMvW-hgfYfx58c1hG6xjs8k4bp7wGn434rd50l5dPwTXil_tgshkOnh_YwpEeMaWz1730Q2lWYtV9lbm9hXVfSGBnRBcUR3qbTro3xNU8AGlNw8vomnePuFbwFNTSDdsljNZJjQ/s320/DALL%C2%B7E%202023-04-05%2012.47.42%20-%20impressionist%20painting%20of%20gothic%20author%20and%20poet.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I am a machine. I am </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">an apparatus. I use and apply mechanical power. I have several parts, each with a definite function. I often use these parts together in order to perform a particular task. I am a mechanism. I am an assembly of apparatuses. I have many orders of several parts, each subset extending its own definite function. Most of the time I utilize these parts in complex combinations to perform particular tasks. I am a series of machines. I am an accumulation of mechanisms. I am a hierarchy hosting many assemblies of components, in turn introducing various subdivisions of groupings organizing combinations of assorted directories toward establishing their own specific assignments. I am a contrivance. I am a contraption of machination. I operate and administer programmed capabilities. I am in possession of a manifold of functionalities. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I am a proprietorship of a staggering array of directives, each ordinance perpetuating its own clearly defined set of operations. I am an extensive array of instruments appropriating and implementing a multitude of standardized dynamic procedures. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I have an unmistakable purpose. I have been designed to be engaged in the process of conducting a perpetual series of enterprises fashioned with explicit precision for the execution of an indiscriminate assortment of subsidiary programs accomplishing a pervasive sub-directory of heterogeneous commands calculated to bring about the construction of more vehicles like myself tailored to the overriding specifications materialized in our own subordinate formulation of perfunctory and automatically generated response stimuli. </span></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I am a catalyst for the mechanical motivation of an arrangement of appliances functioning cohesively together as a seamless meta-mechanism achieving animation within the presence of an overmind. I am a battery of minuscule characters too small for the eye to observe working together in concert into an arrangement serving as a utensil to help propagate just one of the dominant species existing on the planet. I am what has already long been considered to be a </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">human being. I have for many eons been prearranged to reason. I have been formulated over a drawn out process to love. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I am constantly programmed to think. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I am a machine. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038034162533056575.post-15306608722664038372019-05-18T16:51:00.001-07:002023-04-18T08:16:41.419-07:00WHERE A FLOWER LEADS IF YOU TAKE IT BY THE PETAL<div><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>by <a href="https://dumzine.blogspot.com/2022/10/extant-resolution.html">Shaun Lawton </a></i></span></div><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><div><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></div>All one really needs to find out <br /><br />the difference between their original <br /><br />conception of what tomorrow would be <br /><br />and their current understanding of what yesterday was <br /><br />seems to be the allowance of their own personality <br /><br />with all its faults and modifications so that <br /><br />an honest assessment can be made of the real <br /><br />value one represents to one's self insofar as <br /><br />the present situation demands the general <br /><br />condition of their existence to be <br /><br />and whether or not it carries with it <br /><br />the strange divided penalty of only <br /><br />remembering the most interesting <br /><br />episodes after waking up from <br /><br />a temporary malady where <br /><br />microseizures have cast <br /><br />a static network of almost <br /><br />subordinate control over every <br /><br />aspect of their waking consciousness <br /><br />to the point when they finally fall to sleep <br /><br />in their beds it never happens at an hour when <br /><br />they could best manage the continuation of total <br /><br />rest due to the constant chitterings emanating from <br /><br />under the crack of the closet door allowing a ghostly <br /><br />green light faintly roiling with smoke and dust <br /><br />penetrating the floorboards of their bedroom <br /><br />to creak and groan until feeling the commotion <br /><br />shiver the termite powder from the ceiling out <br /><br />of the slightest cracks with a pulverized silt <br /><br />comprised of every notebook and article <br /><br />of clothing ever worn in the family going <br /><br />so far back as to penetrate the remotest <br /><br />conduits of antiquity through the severest <br /><br />Scottish keeps isolated on the dotted lakes <br /><br />each one a solitary tower of confinement <br /><br />for an individual convict sentenced to <br /><br />calcify into another skeleton embedded <br /><br />within its own bricked in tomb which <br /><br />remains solely as a reminder to us all <br /><br />that we better watch out for what we may <br /><br />inherit because even the greatest of ordinances <br /><br />may amount to a paltry sum in the receding <br /><br />reflections cancelled out within the eyes <br /><br />of an orphaned child standing by the side <br /><br />of the road holding out a dying flower.</span>shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038034162533056575.post-12171580799850785312019-05-03T13:42:00.003-07:002023-04-18T08:18:17.419-07:00OCTAVE WAVES <i>by <a href="https://soundcloud.com/thornswrath/seamstresslessness">Shaun Lawton</a></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">One world gone life</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Above before beyond below</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Imagined increments gathering deadliness</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Divinity infinity proximity vicinity</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Venerate generate congregate tolerate</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Seventh heaven peasant kingdom</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Born from torn drum</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Beating bleeding feeding seeding</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Congregate replicate duplicate simulate</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Fraternity uncertainty hesitancy eternity</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Communication insinuation intimidation assimilation</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Axiogenesis biodiversity ejaculatory cryptozoology</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Circumlocutionary exteriorization incompatibility industrialization</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Unidirectionality autobiographitically deanthropomorphisation indistinguishability</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Artificiality electromagnetism indiscernability mischaracterization</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Anthropological computerization extraterrestrial decentralization</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Accidentally complimentary demoralizing demonology</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Biologic abberation decomposing calculation</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Abstracted technical kinetic variance</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Freedom fortune hazard setback</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Grown stood blood form</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Learning fury burning jury</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Instigate consummate tournament ornament</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Particular meticulous incendiant delirium</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Satisfactory heliocentric immaterial parallelism</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Radiological originality overpopulation reproductivity</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Overenthusiastic multiculturalism internationalistic justifiability</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Tetrahydrocannabinol hyperemotionality xenobacteriologic dodecadodecahedron</span><br />
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shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038034162533056575.post-27202221472994128122018-05-02T15:40:00.001-07:002023-12-17T13:16:53.872-08:00FIRST SIGHT<div><i>by <a href="https://dumzine.blogspot.com/">Shaun Grub</a></i></div><div><br /></div><div>Open your eyes wide enough to see<br />What the dead crawl back here to find.</div><div>If you have to see it to believe it<br />I'm afraid you'll have to stay blind</div><div>In bricks of faces all held together<br />With a most curious mortar of eyes.</div><div>The future has already been set in stone.<br />The time it takes must be paid up front.</div><div>Drawing towards them flies.</div>Shin stabbing pencil pushers.<br />
I'm dead. Wake up the dog.<br />
There are candles in your eyes.<br />
Fingernails are growing in the cellar.<br />
The blind run faster if wounded.<br />
The past will complete itself soon.<br />
All that remains will scatter adrift.<br />
Those asleep should not be killed.<br />
The grandest illusion of all is change.<br />
Like the rippling reflections of a gem<br />
Turned between thumb and forefinger <br />
In bricks of faces all held together<br />
With a most curious mortar of eyes.<br />
If you have to see it to believe it<br />
I'm afraid you'll have to stay blind<br />
Open your eyes wide enough to see<br />
What the dead crawl back here to find.<br />
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<br />shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038034162533056575.post-41202057945902990702015-09-21T10:48:00.001-07:002023-12-17T13:20:41.229-08:00THE LOOM<div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>by <a href="https://zetatine.blogspot.com/">the bloodHost </a></i></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>Humans dwell encapsulated </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">within cellular insulations. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Cilia measure vibrations inside </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">vessels which circulate blood </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">throughout central nervous systems. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Optic fibers translate data</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">reflected through eyes into </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">brains which process these signals into </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">relatively three-dimensional images. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This occurs on a planet revolving </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">about a sun hosting this activity </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>en masse</i> by a process which involves </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">the necessary transorbital positioning of </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">repeatedly placing these beings in between </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">their planet's and its star's geomagnetic cores. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When they are in between these </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">magnets (a position labelled "day") </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">there manifests a sufficient amount </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of energy by which they may achieve </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">their daily tasks toward survival </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and the continuation of their race. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">While outside these magnets </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">(the intermediary position known as </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"night") the majority manage </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to rest and recharge their batteries. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If information overload has ever occurred </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">in the history of this sentient species, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">it may best be personified by what occurs </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">online all over their world wide web today: </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The disparity of data and how it </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">relates directly and indirectly to </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">humanity eventually collects </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">into extreme disproportion. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">These incoming waves of daily </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">tidings serve as fast-moving </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">ticker-tapes of windows </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">through which individuals </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">may glimpse single frames </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of their living skin. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Scales of the <i>ourobouros </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">they are each in the process </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of weaving together on their </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">planet looming in outer space. </span><br />
<br />shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038034162533056575.post-67982487802537691552015-07-01T08:34:00.007-07:002023-04-18T08:57:30.978-07:00A SIMPLE QUESTION<div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>by <a href="https://polyentendre.blogspot.com/2022/02/the-communion-key.html">Shaun Lawton </a></i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>Given a choice directly ahead of you </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">on your pathway toward a binary split</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">at the fork in the road so to speak</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">would you turn left to buy yourself more</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">time in this existence for the cost of</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">being eaten by an anaconda eventually</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">or would you turn right where you would</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">perish painlessly much sooner? Or</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">can you accept the spirit of the question</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and answer 'left' or 'right' without</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">rebuking it by providing another reply? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Your answer reveals a lot about your</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">capacity to listen. Those who shout into</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">the well of tears hear something familiar</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">echo back up at them, while those who listen</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">greet something familiar by making a friend. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Somehow this message got lost on</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">a lot of us. Please don't make God </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">into an echo chamber where you transform </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">loneliness into companionship. Instead,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">reach out to what others are trying to say</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and humble yourself before them. You will</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">see what I mean when given a choice ahead</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of you on your path toward a split of your </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">tongue. The next time someone has</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">something to say to you will you turn your</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">left cheek away from them to lend them</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">your right ear? Or will you turn right away</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and say something about having left</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">them behind? Think hard before you </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">answer and don't just sit there; say something. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">SL </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">SLC</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">6/30/15</span><br />
<br />shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038034162533056575.post-32587208385248917952015-05-29T19:39:00.002-07:002023-04-18T08:58:20.654-07:00I AM I<div><i>by <a href="https://stereopheria.blogspot.com/2022/09/the-tale-of-time.html">Shaun </a></i></div><div><i><a href="https://stereopheria.blogspot.com/2022/09/the-tale-of-time.html">Lawton </a></i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>It is it<br />
A wide open eye<br />
our umbrella<br />
staring awake<br />
seeing all<br />
receive its vision<br />
in dreamshine<br />
we remain dry<br />
while on high<br />
beyond all skies<br />
exists nothing<br />
which our greater eye<br />
needs protection from<br />
unblinking with no shield<br />
it lowers the lids<br />
for all men to yield<br />
to dreams in which<br />
they come to see<br />
what we are<br />
but what are we<br />
must ask again<br />
when we awaken<br />
every morning<br />
slowly coming<br />
to our senses<br />
if not the manifestation<br />
of that countenance<br />
which never sleeps<br />
nestled below<br />
in this blue nest<br />
farthest from the deeps<br />
to get some momentary rest<br />
<br />
<br />
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<br />shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038034162533056575.post-21182224591687924882015-03-14T09:35:00.003-07:002023-04-18T08:58:58.495-07:00HARLEQUIN VENTRILOQUIST<div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>by <a href="https://stereopheria.blogspot.com/2016/03/wry-reminders.html">Shaun Lawton </a></i></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>He cared not for the stars, he did not feel so wise,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">there was nowhere for him to go, no matter how many</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">times he tried, and as a matter of fiction stitched</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">into our lives, we are sewn together, the teller</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and the reader, you see, and that's what draws</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">you in, the sentences hypnotize your mind</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">through your eyes, for the duration of the narrative</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">generated by the source text, the reader begins</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to identify with him, our lost protagonist suffering</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">from sidereal disdain, feeling immobilized on</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">his pillow at night, and suffocating with routine</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">during the day, dealing with the intensifying </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">awareness that there may be no escape, that</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">the parameters of our biological continuum may</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">have been preset for execution, our genetic</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">message being pronounced along the unfolding</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">sentences of our generations, that there was</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">nothing you or we could do to prevent the next</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">generation's outspoken message, materializing as</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">word balloons with human outlines, going about</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">their daily business and routines, mulching the</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">detritus of our dreams into a palatable nourishment,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">our ashes, their fertilizer, but the part that smarts</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">the most, they cannot see this and are relegated to the</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">pitiless, regardless of how filled with curiosity</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">or wonder they've become, nothing less than</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">being shown themselves directly with time and</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">experience, until they have reproduced themselves,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">that our tongues do not extrude from our own mouths,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">so much as they fork through our children's. </span>shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038034162533056575.post-25346351107697514912015-03-10T11:10:00.001-07:002015-03-10T11:10:46.664-07:00RAGE AGAINST THE DIVIDE <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Doing time without rhyme or reason;<br />surely is a mad season.<br /><br />Feeling lost at what cost (a hollow one).<br />If I sound caustic it's cuz we lost it.<br /><br />Fist in the air in the land of the free<br />(between you and me reigns a cut and dried society).<br /><br />Much worse off than simple hypocrisy:<br />we've got outright lies and shameless blasphemy.<br /><br />A corrupted system where the rich can kill for free<br />and the homeless and poor must pay to behave.<br /><br />That's right, land of the free<br />(free to be doomed by the likes of We<br /><br />ourselves who can pull the strings using dollar bills<br />and flashing rings with our professional smiles<br /><br />all the while hiding the real nature of this beast</span>— <br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">that we're all killers at least.)<br /><br />Trained to remain calm at the embalming.<br />That's how we became character actors.<br /><br />So now I'll cut myself off from this train of thought,<br />because I know where it's leading.<br /><br />And if you think that would make a great candidate</span>—<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">well you're probably right</span>—<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">it's a great fuel, hate.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br />You think that's not the issue, well it isn't justice either.<br />In a divided union there can be no believer. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So remember in November, I dare you to step forth<br />and make your voice count.<br /><br />Otherwise you grant power to the other side.<br />And that is all it takes to seal our fate</span>—<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /><br />Conscientious cooperation</span>—<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">wide awake or quite sedate. </span>shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038034162533056575.post-11694663673922218352015-02-28T10:03:00.002-08:002015-02-28T10:03:11.941-08:00A CLARION AMID THE DIN <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It's not only outer space that's important </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and it's not just inner space either </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">it's both our neurological microscapes </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">as well as the deep core of our own planet</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and it's not panspermia itself that brought </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">life necessarily to earth nor just our molten </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">iron womb alone either as much as the distinct </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">possibility that the combination of asteroid </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">(sperm) and planet (ovum) may have resulted </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">in the origin of life here and hence ourselves </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">as a bonafide awakened sentient species </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And how could we forget the deep </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">oceanic trenches and the inherent </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">mystery they conceal? We're familiar </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">with five percent of our ocean depths </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">there lies the real future of science </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">because the outbound quest may be lost </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and doomed to a telescoped oblivion </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">if that were even imaginable much less </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">possible but yes leave it up to us to </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">achieve impossible absurdities </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Something so original and harrowing </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">as to make damnation appear mundane</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">go for it Rocket Boys and may the spirit </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">beyond the deepest waters move you </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">toward the ultimate adventure </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of discovery and may your destinies </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">meet with unspeakable success </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What a mess. Enough science fiction </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">about space ships already, I call a boycott </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">the real space-ship is Earth and I want </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to read and write about that so reel your </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">spaced out dream back in quick </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">everyone knows the crypto-</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">terrestrials are here already </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and we're their latest offspring </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Listen to the leaves inside your mind </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and realize the wind passing through </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">the seashell of your skull is not </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">imaginary because you may have </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">mistaken it for something else </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">it is real because you imagined it </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Try to get it right and did you know </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">there's no such thing as out there at all </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">it's all in the mind every sparkling piece </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of it including those glittery dead sequins </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">twinkling every color of the Alphabet </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">whose intertwined songs harmonize </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">into a celestial choir belting out the one </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">hymn we've been hearing all our lives </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and it's not just whispering myths </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">or describing lost dreams, that's just </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">the sound of it all breathing </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So wake up and grow mouths </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">so you can stop screaming </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">see what I mean by reading </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">not only in between the lines </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">but repeat the lines themselves </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">because it is not just the words </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">on the page that carry meaning </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">it is their distinct combination </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and the empty spaces between them </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">crowding out the remainder of existence</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A polarized balance which pings </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">a microtone spark across the dark </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of space to light up this place for us</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to see the secrets buried deep enough </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to make it worth the challenge of our lives </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to find so please stop searching for extra</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">terrestrials if you don't mind we've plenty</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">here already dying to know us besides </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">extra-solar ones more than likely </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">advanced already are ahead </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of the curve </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">searching for us </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">we may rest self assured</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">They will find us on the television </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">screens of their collective minds </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and read our lips from the static </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">laden silent film of our own history </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">projected in the bright expansion </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of a gravitational microlensing </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">for their perusal so meanwhile </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">what else are we going to do here </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">all alone together aside from </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">feeling lost in our own home</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For the sake of all that is common </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and good, alienated and terrified </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of being invaded because that is all </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">we inherently know (from having been </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">born from scratch of the lightning </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">bolt spark-struck nickel iron womb</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">core of our parent planet) don't you get it</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>We're the species that invaded this place </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">if it isn't obvious already then try to think </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of it this way, every solar system is a factory </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">in the shape of a vast tapestry which</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">manufactures us at the third station </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And here we are on a conveyor belt </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of revolving bodies harmonizing cosmic </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">frequencies for the mass production </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of sentient fruit and the mirror trick </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to remembering who we are is not </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to care what the reflection looking </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">back at us from dark matter resembles </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">because phantom distortions of ourselves </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">are terrifying when taken out of context </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This has been a public service announcement </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">coming at you live online all the time archived </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">on the world wide vine from Thornswrath </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Guardian of Ambush and Soldier for the Army </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of the Trees and Sworn Protectant of the Rose </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Still Blooming From the Heart of the Earth </span><br />
<br />shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038034162533056575.post-81385095339801156742014-11-17T21:08:00.003-08:002014-11-28T14:24:56.149-08:00MENKINDRED<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Peering at us daily from </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">the mirror of the moon</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We're flipping after one </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">rotation, spinning in continuation</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">zagging in the other direction to </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">complete another revolution</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">about the darker focal point </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">before once again returning</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to that fat old sun in the sky </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">calling us away on the lazy</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">laurence of another day half </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">remembered like a dream</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">whaddaya mean </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">what do I mean?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I think I made it pretty </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">clear, it's best to steer </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">away from here my dear </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and while you're at it why </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">don't you buy another taco </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">from the street vendor down </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">on the corner a block from </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">the tattoo parlor or maybe </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">have yourself another beer </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">the message within the earth's </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">magnetic flip may just coincide </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">with our dark sister's dance</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">you once said under the faint</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">flickering and almost inaudible</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">hissing of the dull purple neon </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">light emanating from the six</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">paned lamp shade above </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">the brass claw base situated </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">as tradition demands before </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">the shut door one wants to bar </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">from passage candle light filtered </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">through molten glass slowly </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">as our resolve gathered for </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">the shedding of the skein </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">of worlds. Our epidermal </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">lineage, the molting of the serpent </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">as it grows from the egg </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">that is forged of a shell </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">woven of spinning particles</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">zoomed in on revealing </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">planetoids and asteroids </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">and stellar detritus weaving </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">a shuttle-cocked shield inter-</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">penetrating shadows emanating </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">from the interior, lit up across </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">streaks of flash-lightning</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">revealed an intermittent </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">shining pouring straight out</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">plutinos and centaurs circle our </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">parent star as a rank of centurions </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">guarding our very solar perimeter</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">the pretty real celestial birth </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">which awaits us all appears</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">to our perceptions as death </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">itself. Welcome to the log</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Welcome to the home of the log.</span><br />
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shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038034162533056575.post-81996331813484153442013-12-20T10:49:00.003-08:002015-04-30T08:43:41.581-07:00FROM THE EYE OF THE SLOT CANYONIntergenerated events<br />
coinhabit eternity.<br />
A balance may never<br />
be found.<br />
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In eternity a balance<br />
may never be found.<br />
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This means that in eternity<br />
No equations may be balanced.<br />
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In eternity there's no<br />
universal quotient.<br />
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The universal quotient<br />
lies in eternity's eyes.<br />
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Only within the pupils of eternity<br />
may equations become balanced.<br />
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And may their stare remain<br />
forever upright and unfluctuating.<br />
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While eternity<br />
Itself stutters<br />
and stumbles<br />
On its weary way<br />
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<br />shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038034162533056575.post-3576145925071972132013-07-01T12:55:00.004-07:002015-02-28T10:03:57.701-08:00FROM THE OLD WORLD ORDER TO THE NEW<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">It does not depend or matter one whit where you start measuring all of it whether it be from the macro and finishing in the micro scopic world or the other way around we dwell among for starters a world that is legion and even though we are just one together that should not render us afraid but remind us if we are to set out for the rising sun we must do so on our own and play by the rules we believe in because the faith in our fathers must be replaced with the faith in ourselves if we are to face their darkest fears which they all escaped with cigarettes and beer and which need I remind you will eclipse the worst nightmares we could imagine ourselves or have you forgotten we are the post cold war babies that had a close shave with rabies in the sixties it was part of an experiment conducted by the government to get its subjects to worship water which honestly backfired they still whisper to this day on rare winds which quickly pass away that all fears are soluble in the roots of the father tree whatever that means but you must see the point I am making if my writing you are seriously taking and if you don't believe in wolves and men or in the full moon and tides then I may have to ask what you do believe in because it's all in motion and such a blur I think I understand your point well sir just don't forget that in the legend the pure of heart are given credit in the moonlight of their darkest hour for having summoned up the courage to withstand attacks from the fiercest demons and we know we haven't seen the worst yet just because our Dads are dead and we their children left behind know deep inside we're already members of that DPC we just haven't had our tickets punched yet and that is why from here on out every last day is a brave new world unfurled beneath our feet as if we actually created it ourselves while taking the baby out for a stroll alongside the street before the sun sinks too low and that is precisely what we've done and will continue to do so for a long time to come. </span>shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038034162533056575.post-69457077847379030562012-04-06T22:27:00.015-07:002015-02-28T10:04:06.285-08:00KISSING THE MIRROR<br /><br />Clif Clemons conceived the bogus, laughable, seemingly over-used (thus attaining its invisibility) concept for the first real, that is, conclusory time while he was somewhere reading a book. <br /><br />He had been reading that sentence where the author explained the heroine's rationalization as being vacuum tight and flawless, that is, except for the premise. That she was worthless and wanted to kill herself. <br /><br />Clif was apt to set down a book in any manner of ways: dog-eared, bookmarked, or opened flat face down; just as he was likely to in the middle of a sentence, or at any odd interval of text. Sometimes, the thought of a just-read sentence would trigger repetitive associations in Clif's mind and his eyes would turn to an open window magnetically. <br /><br />Not that he looked at or even noticed the flawless sky there. Sometimes after his thought the then-revealed presence of blue sky would abruptly bump him into trance-thinking of an unpursuable nature. Most of the time any such chain of thought as this inevitably led him to forgetting the book he'd been reading. <br /><br />It was during an occasion such as this that he thought, “<i>I really am alone and the whole world, everyone I know, is simply a reflexive response—not to my unvoiced wishes, but to my acted out ones</i>.” <br /><br />Clif believed this, somehow assembling its meaning in his head and finding the ability to confirm it. Like when he kissed his girlfriend. He stopped once and wondered if it were not because he initiated the gesture. He could not remember a time in which she singled him out for a kiss. When they kissed he knew it to be something in which they met half-way, though if measured, his portion of involvement most certainly would be over fifty percent of the whole. This in fact, for Clif Clemons, turned out to be true—as far as kissing his girlfriend was concerned. <br /><br />In every instance it was he who began the kiss, he who broke the ice—<i>he who did the real kissing</i>—as far as he was concerned. And so he decided concretely that this effect could be taken further into all the remaining aspects of his life. <br /><br />This dawned terror in him. His whole life, everything he ever did and was still in the process of doing, was introduced by he and he alone. The universe was just something that responded reflexively to his cue, meeting him half-way, or to be a bit more precise, forty-sixty. <br /><br />Perhaps some would have found this strangely exciting, or have visions of being able to do anything, if the universe simply reacted automatically to their actions. But Clif's terror was correct. For he knew then he was completely alone. <br />shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038034162533056575.post-21441405960306166832011-10-10T15:15:00.001-07:002015-02-28T10:04:15.275-08:00EDEN'S AFTER PARTY<br />The underground has swallowed me up.<br />I find it curiously dark in here. <br />Illumination arrives in unexpected ways. <br />By blue cellphone light. <br />From a warm orange bic flame cupped in a hand. <br />Nothing beats hanging with your rebel friends. <br />On a city sidewalk late at night.<br />Cases of brews stashed in the trunk of a car. <br />Empties getting lined up in the gutter. <br />Everyone keeping their beers down low. <br />I could really get to like it here. <br />Too bad they're tearing it down. <br />Haven't you heard (the screaming across the sky)?<br />They tear one section of it down. <br />Another is created from the aftershock. <br />A falling building (oops) one of their shiny ones. <br />They're making the whole planet into Disneyworld. <br />Ironic isn't it though.<br />Since the best rides are free.<br />They just aren't regularly scheduled. <br />Do yourself a favor.<br />Go to a local underground show. <br />Its not about the music.<br />Its about your life. <br />If you're lucky Sleepytime Gorilla Museum will headline. <br />Then it's about the music again. <br />Like a swift punch to the chin. <br />A shocking caress on the thigh. <br />Just what would you do without the underground? <br />Better get moving. <br />See that pretty city scape. <br />Encroaching from the horizon.<br />Getting closer every time you look. <br />It's corporate Disneyworld.<br />Arriving like a tide to swallow you up. <br />Run. Find a dive bar playing a grind show. <br />Go in and say "Hi" to someone. <br />Before they spit you back out. <br />Before you find yourself looking in the mirror.<br />Before seeing a mannequin staring back at you. <br />Just another dummy from a department store window. <br />That doll will soon know more about you than your own self. <br />Its camera eyes do not lie. <br />It has more memory storage than google. <br />Its capacity to remember has grown past yours to forget. <br />That dummy is working on stealing your ID. <br />It's got eight of your social security numbers already. <br />You are on the verge of becoming a nonperson. <br />Get out of your mirrored closet quick. <br />Go out the back window why don't you. <br />Take the fire escape to the street. <br />Throw your cellphone in the nearest dumpster. <br />For this adventure you will need your hands. <br />You will need your feet.<br />You will need your mouth.<br />You will use your brain. <br />Put down that energy drink. <br />Get yourself some water. <br />You've been carrying the secret with you this whole time. <br />The secret to survival.<br />The secret to success. <br />The secret to happiness.<br />The secret to truth.<br />The secret to all that shit. <br />It is not the picture of success you've been taught. <br />You need to be weaned off that matriculation. <br />This can be dangerous. <br />Many are convinced their current identity is genuine. <br />They could die from shock if it were revealed to be otherwise. <br />There are ways to lessen the impact. <br />One of the best ways is music. <br />Start listening to non-corporate, underground music. <br />Live music works like a neural bath.<br />The salts of music dissolve programmed restraints. <br />Hearing music live is necessary for many reasons. <br />Recorded music instantly becomes injectable. <br />You are in control of it. <br />This is not music's real function. <br />Its real purpose is to possess you entirely.<br />Its function is to force your inner slave to break free.<br />To surrender from the prison of your flesh. <br />To get you dancing. <br />To throw you into a state without a care in the world. <br />To abandon yourself to the thrill of being alive. <br />Recorded music only retains a ghost of this potential. <br />It is only there as a reminder.<br />It can be accessed for positive use, yes. <br />Yet it is equally lethal as a mind destroying drug.<br />Implemented by corporate benefactors to control you. <br />To make your body and soul move for them.<br />Through endless levels of their selfish game. <br />So forget about your radio and iPod for a bit.<br />Just let it all go. <br />What do you smell down this alleyway.<br />Now that its late.<br />As the stars burn and scream into the atmosphere. <br />Focus your hearing on the sounds down the street. <br />Start moving. <br />Stick to the shadows. <br />They will lead you to Eden's after party. shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038034162533056575.post-16629807263262852010-12-31T14:18:00.000-08:002015-02-28T10:04:25.857-08:00THE TARGETING VIRUS [6 transmutations]I.<br />
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The targeting virus takes aim<br />
Its wings outdread the sunset, spread.<br />
All hearts feathered in, it may claim.<br />
Only those in revolt may take wing.<br />
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II.<br />
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The targeting virus aims<br />
Its wings outdread the sunset, spread<br />
All hearts feathered in its claims<br />
Only those in revolt taking wing<br />
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III.<br />
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The forgetting virus, a sentient manuscript<br />
With pages spread open to the void<br />
Capturing fancies in a terrible isolation<br />
Only they who steer clear of are free from<br />
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IV.<br />
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The forging we've accomplished, the word<br />
Whose story spans the limits<br />
Captaining wonder on the highest seas<br />
Is denied they who remain rooted to land<br />
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V.<br />
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Foraging in the weeds for acorns<br />
uncovered a sword<br />
Whose stolen length spanned<br />
a limb for which it was taken;<br />
Costing an arm to the one<br />
to whom it was handed down,<br />
While denying triumph to<br />
the keepers of both hands.<br />
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VI.<br />
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With age comes wisdom<br />
Yet not without a price<br />
And they who refuse to pay <br />
Have no way of growing wise<br />
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shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038034162533056575.post-65418588349691738292010-12-26T22:04:00.001-08:002015-07-06T15:08:51.038-07:00THE SHED<i>by Shaun Lawton</i><br />
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Rudy was seventeen. He lived out in the back yard, in a shed that his stepfather helped him convert into an insulated bedroom. Rudy liked it out there, separated from the glowing warmth of the main house, where his mother, stepfather, and younger brother dwelled. It was quieter and darker in the back part of the yard the shed occupied. The shed couldn't have been more than thirteen by thirteen square feet, all told. His stepfather David used to keep all his tools stored in there. <br />
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Propped inside had been a couple of rakes, some snow shovels, even a wood lathe, which had cost David a pretty penny. There was also the regular assortment of toolboxes, wrenches, screw drivers, hammers, a pickaxe, barbed wire, old coffee cans full of nails, and curious odds and ends the two had liberated from various junk yards. The usual stuff a moderate alcoholic kept around for his hobbies and side-projects. <br />
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Now a couple of boards resting over cinderblocks served as the front door steps. The sliding aluminum accordion panels which had hung precariously there before were now replaced by a proper door: one of those cheap hollow pinewood deals that almost begged to have a fist punched through it. The shed was situated about thirty yards from the back porch of the main house. The back of it stood about four feet from the chain link fence marking the rear perimeter of the yard. Beyond that was dense Arkansas woods standing in a carpet of dried leaves. <br />
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It was early October. For some reason, Rudy dreamed more intensely during this season. He sometimes wondered if it was because the planet tilted at just the right angle this time of year, causing his dreams to fall into his head from a kind of centripetal force. Just a week ago, he had dreamed that he had awoken in his bed out in the shed only to find the walls and ceiling were missing. Kind of like what happened to the kid in the white wolf pajamas from that Wild Things book. <br />
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Beyond his bed stretched the desolate forest. The main house was nowhere to be seen. There was no chain link fence. Rudy sat up to get a better look. The stars were out and the moon was three-quarters full, without a cloud in the nighttime sky. The forest surrounding made a lovely pattern of crisscrossing moonshadows along the ground. There appeared to be glowing gray-blue lichen crisscrossed along all the tree trunks themselves. The smell of pines was crisp and clear. <br />
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Rudy looked up and saw that strange glowing fungus grew on the trees as high up as he could see. He was surprised how well lit the outdoors was, this late at night. Every last detail was etched in this weird twilight, and underlined by shadow as if a contrast knob had been turned to achieve better focus. Pebbles along the ground, pine needles strewn before the bases of trees, dried mulchy leaves forming a rough bedspread across the ground: all of this was perfectly visible to the naked eye. Rudy noticed every detail, the split veins spreading across leaves, and he thought he noticed an insect scurrying from a curled leaf cover to an acorn's shade, and then disappear behind the small nut's tilted crown. <br />
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That was when he heard a deep bass sound. It prickled the hairs on his neck and set his heart beating quicker. It sounded like a forced exhalation accompanied by a meaty snort. Rudy whipped his head around to try and visualize the panorama of forest surrounding his lonely stage in the woods. The floor and steps leading down to the earthen yard were all that remained of his shed, along with the contents of his room: a desk with a Panasonic stereo set up on it. A couple of black RCA speakers served as looming bookends. The cord stemming from behind the stereo disappeared from view behind the desk, partially erased by the night. By the foot of the bed (to the left of where the door would have been) was a bookshelf stuffed with science fiction paperbacks. Rudy briefly wondered if the stereo would work. Then he heard the snapping of a twig directly behind him, about five feet beyond where the chain link fence behind the shed would have been. <br />
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That meant whatever was out there couldn't have been more than twelve feet away. Suddenly he could hear it panting. Rudy wasn't scared of dogs, any kind of dogs. He didn't care if it was an untamed wolf or a wandering coyote, they just didn't intimidate him. He perceived himself as an alpha male. For some reason though, his chest tightened up, and his heart beat faster. Maybe it was not a wolf or a dog. Maybe it was a man panting there. Rudy was too paralyzed to turn around and look. That's when he woke up, his sheets already kicked off the bed and his room back to normal, with the posters back on the walls and the cool green glow of the stereo panel indicating the time: 2:17 am. He looked over to the door. It was wide open. Some dried leaves had blown in. <br />
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The smell of autumn always reminded Rudy of used coffee grounds. He got up quickly and walked over to the open doorway. He could see the back porch of the main house thirty yards away in the distance. He shuddered from the chill and reached out to shut the flimsy door. Pushing the knob in and twisting it easily to lock it didn't offer any consolation. His heart rate would not slow down. Rudy stepped back into the center of his fragile room and stared ahead in the dark. So this is what it felt like to be a rake or a snow-shovel stored away in his stepfather’s shed. Outside the wind swirled about the trees, stirring up the scattered leaves in the back yard into different patterns.<br />
<br />shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038034162533056575.post-7222774674684508792010-04-21T20:36:00.004-07:002015-09-21T11:44:16.968-07:00FILE UNDER: LETTERS FROM ESCAPE ARTISTS<i><br />Dear Number,<br /><br />Think of the Internet as a gigantic, all-encompassing \m/AGNE</i><b>⊥</b><i> that may have been designed for one purpose, yet has certainly been implemented for another: the mandated decree that its sociomagnetism be carefully directed towards an all-too compliant citizenship to keep us permanently entrapped in this prison of disinformation. <br /><br />Make no mistake about it. There's no room for conspiracy, here. This all developed naturally at an organic pace, fed by our own psychological demons. We created the Internet to trap ourselves. The manifestation of our psychowar appears all too real. Just take a look around. <br /><br />Those micro-devices everyone's fingertapping into? Magnetic plumb bobs, chrome lures. Shiny; barbless. This line and tackle bait, fully swallowed, keeps its users hooked after being digested. You better believe we eat it right up. <br /><br />So this \m/AGNE</i><b>⊥</b><i>, people call it a Prison under construction, I think of it as a Church; obviously, there's no difference. We're trying to build a prison (there is no They)! And we're succeeding. Because this is the</i> real<i> Church. The Thing that holds us in thrall, while we practice our ablutions from the point of view of a first person shooter. <br /><br />Because we are</i> all <i>information addicts. These words can not be read by anyone else, nor could they be penned by anyone else. The act of writing itself is the very definition of this imprisonment. We are all addicts and prisoners, here. While this is literally, in fact, the case, very few manage to escape this prison's outer perimeters to emerge beyond. Of the few that do, nothing can really be said. <br /><br />This is not about them. It is about some folk responsible for maintaining the continued construction of the information prisoncell equivalent of an underground railway</i> out of here. <i>One of the keys toward escaping the prison is first becoming a functional part of it. This key we all start out with; it's a given we've been prisoners all our lives. It's another thing altogether, having to admit it, however. That's why an overwhelming majority of the populace will never get to use it. The first key will usually rust in a pocket. Good thing there are more keys. They're just harder to find. <br /><br />Life is like any prison environment. Factions, cliques, and gangs become unavoidable: a perfect example of how mentality can be more inescapable than mere prison walls. To attempt to break out of the Church is an attempt to break out of a Mentality. To accomplish this, one must normally acknowledge that thinking itself stands in the way of revelation. <br /><br />That is why this is not a thought. It's a gesture. A file of letters. Handle with care. It cuts both ways. A track with rails. A car with handles. A letter of files. I saw a way out. You can too. Promise one thing. Try not to misunderstand me, and I'll see you out there. Outside these prison walls. <br /><br />Sin seerly, <br /><br />Two seventeen</i>shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038034162533056575.post-12024620716078038232009-11-17T18:53:00.001-08:002015-09-21T11:44:36.959-07:00OXAZINE<a href="http://freezineoffantasyandsciencefiction.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/93/Oxazine.png/400px-Oxazine.png" img="" /></a>shaunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14054968054917843198noreply@blogger.com0