~ Fiction is truth
Truth is perception
Ignorance is a weapon of self-deception


~ He waited his whole life and has arrived at the Final Confusion.
But wow what a party. Try to see things the way they were meant to be.


~ Don't trust the cars to get out of your way
Don't trust that everyone is aware of you wherever you are


~ I believe that we define our lives by our struggle
not our ends because there is no end.
The end implies stasis, and life is not meant to be static.


~ It was the end of the world
when he changed his mind


~ Try to believe in a world without time. Where everything happens at once.
All the happiest moments of your life happen all at the same time.
They are not memories, but peripheral glimpses into another dimension.
That which we call the past is to the side of our vision, and that which we call the future is behind us.
The present is what our senses are trained to respond to.


~ Everything is backwards. If the future is in front of us, why can’t we see it?
And if thepast is behind us, then how do we see it at all?


~ Sometimes the spirit cannot be evoked except through great tragedy and anguish. 


~ Eat the last thought cookie and end in peace. Sure.


~ There are seven levels in an inner journey...
1 Movement of the Eyes
2 The Marmalade Discovery
3 Getting over the Loss of Fission
4 Ongoing Birdfeeders
5 An Interlude
6 Trustment of Apple Gum
7 The Final Confusion
8 BONUS LEVEL


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~ We fight for human freedom, you know.
But we’re all a long way from knowing what that really means.


~ There is no right to die
no authority over Nature
there exists only the right
to live how one chooses

But if one chooses death as a way of life...
Nature will assume its authority



~ I don’t want to live in a place of fear. I may die, but my memories live.
Fear clouds the mind and memories dissolve until there is nothing behind but a black hole.
What more are we than what we have been? And what more are we to ourselves,
than what we remember? We can’t forget. We cannot forget anything.
If we hide in fear, always on alert, always looking around, looking to the sky,
then we'll only live in the present. Not in our memories. Not ourselves. 



~Years will pass as we know them
But for those who've passed their years
the time is so quick

We've no time to settle in
and rest our wings

You may move from state to state
building to building

Leaving footprints and 
kicking up dust

But before that dust has time to settle...

you're gone

and on
to the next place 



~ The---Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
Odd, odd. Cornered against a tree?
Not if EYE(balls) have anything to
do!

Back off Beau Bridges!
Back off Beauregard!
Baaaaacck EYE(say)!

FROM SPACE!!!!!!!

Invention 



~ As the cars skated the jagged riverbank
Fishtailing the frozen fishery
Figure-eight-ing
Tailgating 

Their future in waiting...





BRAIN DEFROSTERS ...something lighter to warm your spirits...


Have you ever thought of fruit soup? I've never seen it.


Fast Tractorfish breakfast, the Fast! I can't go out today I have a headache.


Crust puncture. It will happen.


Anitunitarianisminalisticismness is not for morning people.


I'll be waiting for you on the Other Side... Cafe. the grass is always greener and
fresher and waterier. put out that light -- pilot light -- pilot's eye --
apple of his eye -- apple of sodom -- pineapple soda -- mmmmmm....


No complaints


Not another blueberry, not another beer. Not one couterpart, contrapuntal fear.
Feed the hungry lemurs and paint red the hens.
Count on your chickens when the Day of Days ends. 


{Oh fooryoourloove fooryoourloove, I would ____________n___(z) the stars aboove.
[fill in the blank(z)]}


Corination@fruitloops.gore
Trustsponges! Pour out the grapejuice, Freidman!


Foo Gaza Tripp--get out of here.


Train keep on turnin'... Rain fire and it's burnin'... Burnin' like the river...
River Alchemea!... Won't come and join me?... Come on out and play-ah?... Soup's on me...
and you're all a tomato... 
...Where the hell is this going?


Goodness, gracious, great balls of peanut butter!


Ugh, why must you drown me in my sleep? Just give me five more minutes...


What is going on up there...?


Die, doppleganger!!


Ooga booga. Slipping down aisle 12, can you please let me have some ice cream?
pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease? I'll die if i don't get some ice cream! Goareboeplooopbaragg!! GOof!


WHahWahhWhaaWhahaWhhhhA I am in finger sandwhiches! eat eat eat eat eat!
maybe my tru blu book scenario is the temple of doom.... ? was that a question!


Greetings from the BPL! The land of KNOWLEDGE!! And fruit pies, I'm sure.... must... find... fruits...pies!!


15 years? when did that happen?


Why is it all backwards? I am not in a backwards mood.


is it dark EVERYWHERE?!!


I will go quietly...








JOURNAL ENTRIES ...once upon a time when I had an online journal...



the dead of winter	Jan. 28th, 2005|11:20 pm
[ mood | cloudy ] 

rexipe yum some sugar frozen crust
nibble munch crunch swallow ice cube pie
molecules skim singe crash burn burst
he who doesn't laugh is not worthy to die




thots			Nov. 21st, 2004|11:55 pm
[ mood | out of my mind ] 
[ music | stay (over and over and over in my head) ] 

water, water at the door
this b-world that i endure
breaking, tearing roads apart
going mad i know for sure
this place isn't on my chart 




snowball? snowfall? 	Oct. 23rd, 2004|01:35 am

The past pulled up in a car and i got in.
Did I change anything?  Could I change anything?
Could I stop the snow from falling?

It will fall
harder every time
until we stop reliving the past

yes it was a dream
and what difference does it make




You are here: 		Mar. 19th, 2004|06:06 pm
[ mood |  thoughtful ] 
[ music | "wake up dead man" ] 

in the middle of a spinning vortex
eating firecrackers at a cannibal parade
alone at the beach drowning in sunshine
killing time with second-hand smoke
spelunking a cavity in temptation's sweet tooth

where are YOU? 




had a dream 		Aug. 11th, 2002|10:27 pm

that i was condemned to die	
as i run through the darkness laughing at my own fear
i am stripped of electricity
children are closest to God
and i smile with them

another story to tell your children
and God smiles

life at the bone is bliss 




silence?			NO DATE

so here I am in total silence, except for 
the humming of the refidgerator, 
the hum of the computer, 
the hum of the incandescent lamps and flourescent lamps, 
the ticking of the broken clock in the kitchen,
the occasional creeking step or moving wall,
the very distant and sparatic hums of city and hignway traffic,
the ultrasonic eminating from the computer's monitor, 
the occasional radiator clanging and release of steam, 
circkets, 
the occasional sound of a car pulling into a nearby driveway, 
my typing, 
my heartbeat, 
my breathing,
my swallowing, 
my whispering to myself, 
my occasional coughing and weezing,
the digestion of my post-midnight snack (ramen, bad idea),
the sound of frustration/emptiness/loss/despair/bad dreams/confusion
the sound of paranoia








BEAT POETRY ...a couple surreal slash beatnik poems from back in the day ...


The Fish
by The Mfish

We lost them.
We lost them all.
Fish have the right of way
On our Arteries
Television hints our demise into
	the ice cream of green (?)
When it leaves the bulb
	to slurp some zinc.
Where it grows, leaves
	heads, camps; breeding, lynching.
Messed have doom to greet mesh
	gates.  The steaks are chained
They are tough empty cans into melted lemon glass.
mince meatball gnu
boy gets gift
cow milks corn
go dog go
stop the produce
produce the sign
full. gone. blown.
We lost them.
We lost them all.




migraine
by The Mfish

Squeezin outta big sky cheese
Blue flowin through the head
Takin off with glued heels
Sides shakin with syrup and crust
Dolphins and minnows; waves’ bye-bye
Collecting at bottom blue,
an urchin or two
Thirsty sky;
no cold steaks, no dice
Lucid rivers flow
through fruit-pickin keys
Canvas flowers
Wax fruit
White noises
More noses
Please untie poor old Moses
Hubcap-holdin
broken glass shore
Cold cup drippin shower
Dip’s head in dips Q-tips of dynamite
Ka Boom.