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Mar 27, 2010

Pipedreams from the heart of a Flash Mob Phoenix...

"Love is faster than the internet.

As we go from this time (and maybe to another) I hope for love and no pain to be there when we get there.

I hope. Two words with supercharged, jacked up meaning and the key to what we need.

All I have is hope, because if you say you pray, you bring religion into it. I ain't scared of nobody. F 'em. It ain't worth it. What they gonna do, kill ya? Whats' the difference, man?
This is where the faggots get it twisted. They scared to die because when they were in their prime-time they gave a fuck about everything and they forever want to return to that feeling and experience.

I got everything in my head. Listen, I have the screenplay for a Broadway play. I contain a pop concert. I cannot separate myself from the spiritual and physical. It's like tendons, muscles, joints, nerves. Break it off. I am getting a headache.

(After a short nap)

Everything we experience as a human has a feeling attached to it, faggot. Scientists say we have only five senses. If I only have five senses, I exist as a retard, and that's what we are. It is impossible to know how many senses we have. We miss opportunities. We have obligations as humans. By nature, it's evil.

The Bible said rebellion is a bitch. And you're gonna pay the consequences. We all are. Monkeys ain't gonna understand that, ain't no reason to explain it."

I look forward. Know what I mean, baby boy?

We are in dramatically changing times. I have lived through so many of these. Look at the flash mobs in Philadelphia. That is new terminology. Monkeys gonna be looking at our book and saying, "Aw shit, flash mobs, I remember that!"

Look, I am gonna have to check what you write. I'm gonna have lawyers check what you write. I'm on a mission."

~this is a random collage of quotes from a Grandfather and Vietnam War Veteran.

Beautiful Babylon Babies Unite !!!

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,
Love Trumps hate.

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Poetic HyperLinks Defeating the Impossibilities of Peace

Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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