the dawn is rising

it is over
it is beginning
this new day
relief

new visions

i am more than positive that there is a future

recent twiddles on the ole rubber, band

one should never wear thier helmet out in public, a shawl is much more acceptable...



i am almost certain there IS a past



the new york times have taken your eyes to town...



cant find the colours



i believe in, original, sin...



stray dog howlin



pissin down wiv rain



open the windows and breathe in petrol



outwardly inward

smoking cigarettes and catch a whiff of smelly style perfume


all

close

last wednesday


. . .

my kid, age 11

boy cats are affectionate

way back

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mAn

dark

recent stroll through the hat bucket universe of the invisibles

guide to free expression within the power of the corporate (hitlery) age...

click image to actually read and CRY, cryclick image to actually read and CRY, cry

dopp lee gang are

zzzzzztttttttttttttt

blown electric bulbs

i am always one who opts for food eating cooking as easy, as maybe healthy as poss that can be accomplished with least effort

so, warm food is often maybe a tv dinner with frozen bags of produce sprinkled all over it for the health bits, FROZEN peas, brussel sprouts, corn and shit in general. when making i alway get a bit up tight oh so wishing i had some apple or cranberry sauce, just to give that heap that final "zing!"
or maybe chuck a buncha shit in a fryin pot, eggs, cheese, salsa, onion (only long time to rot veg going it seems), too much milk, out of date HP curry sauce for a bit of UG / GAGS: „mmmmm”. anything, literally anything can go in the slop heap and it stirs up ready to serve eat like a big sticky putty wet white yellow orange slop mush blob shape pile paste thing, but mmmmmmmmmmmm..... eat it all on DOWN BABY!

and so, came home with "a doggie bag of left over ***&&$%*()(())*&*^R#$^% food", all firmly rooted clinging, nicely, together ~~~ in a vat of fast cooling sugar epoxy glycerin "gravy" mix gel from the champions of all disasociation!

yikes yukk.

but still, food, could easily eat off them leftovers for rest of week!

and thus so feverishly stirred up the goo mix of our dishes and then thought an extra good taste rich god knows what "blend" i WOULD have if i poured in the leftover egg drop soup, ALRIGHT!

after, instantly, was looking down with mortified eyes at a grey mercy wet drip, drip drippy meat rice veggies egg glob glop broth sugar gravy" glob of nasty over nasty

but oh well, its food, THANK GOD, ready to eat, it was ME who mixed all that crap together, im responsible, cant chuk away now, that only brings it all closer, the next dreaded grocery store trip of hell death no hell.
and thus, down it goes, yumm, when that nastee shit drips down me face chin landing on the new dining table (AKA kitchen counter), well, as i juss said, yummmmmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm and yummmmmmmmm with a big fat smile pasted all across my big fat happy face

please, please, for christmas, i really do want it here, i will try hard to make a pretty good meal and put things around so its nice

LoWo

words not required

however

you are free to do as we tell you

the lyrics and the vid just too dang cool stark painfully satirical and right on, and thus, alas, as usual, such power force between the eyes politio-art jabs like that WILL ensure immediate dark filled scorn followed by prompt dithmithall...

if ya wanna buy song its:

we want your soul
by
freeland,
there are multiple versions, my preferred version and most coherent (though not as clear as the one nixed at youtube) is the radio version.

here are the lyrics:

Your cell phone, your wallet, your time, your ideas
No barcode, no party, no id, no beers
Your bankcard, your license, your thoughts, your fears
No simcard, no disco, no photo, not here
Your blood, your sweat, your passions, your regrets
Your office, your time off, your fashions, your sex
Your pills, your grass, your tits, your ass.
Your laughs, your bones

We write it all

We want your soul

Tell us your habits, your facts, your fears
Give us your address, your shoe size, your years
Your digits, your plans, your number, your eyes
Your schedule, your desktop, your details, your life.

Show us your children, your photos, your home.
Here, take credit, take insurance, take a loan.
Get a job, get a pension, get a haircut, get a suit.
Play the lottery, play football, play the field, sports on toot

We'll show you things we'll show you swings
We'll buy you things, drugs, big yard, birds
We'll sell you crap we'll charge you fat
We're gonna find big guns & a drunk in your kitchen

We want your soul

Your thoughts, your emotions, your love, your dreams
Your cheque book, your residence, your sweat, your screams
Your security, your sobriety, your innocence, your society
Your self, your place, your distance, your speed

Go back to bed America, your government is in control again

Here, watch this, shut up
You are free to do as we tell you
You are free to do as we tell you

We want your soul

Here's programs, here's matters, here's Britney, here's cola
Here's pizza, here's TV, here's some rock and some rolla
Watch commercials, more commercials, watch Jerry, not Oprah
Buy a better life from the comfort of your sofa

Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshake, here's blue jeans
Here's padded bras, here's long cars
Here's football shirts, here's baseball caps
Here's live talk shows, here's video games, here's cola lite, here's Timberlake
Here's fingertips, here's collagen, here's all night bars, here's plastic

We want your soul

Go back to bed America, your government is in control again
Here, here's American gladiators
Watch this, shut up

Go back to bed America,
Here's American gladiators, here's 56 channels of it
Watch these pictuary retards banging their fucking skulls together
And congratulate you on living in the land of freedom
Here you are America
You are free to do as we tell you
You are free to do as we tell you

We want your soul

No cookies no strays no drop outs no gays no lefties no loonies no opinions
No way no bankers no teachers no facts no freaks
No skaters no tweakers no truth nothing
Here's popcorn, here's magazines, here's milkshake, here's blue jeans
Here's padded bras, here's long cars
Here's football shirts, here's baseball caps
Here's a very very very very very ... long infomercial

the music goes well with the speech synth and BAM POW leered...

ar ar beel vyee-oh-lah..

play VERY every VERY loudly...

good god ALIVE..... Allah....

RETALIATION SUITE

We got to defend ourselves.
We intend to defend ourselves.

We did so in the past,And we gonna do it today,And the day after that and the day after that.

Because only through this proper example of the self-defense,And the proper example of retaliation,And by letting these people know that we move from some basic laws.

That anything that goes down will oppress people on the power of the oppressor; It should be reciprocal and in plain proleterian workers' language;It takes two to tango.As soon as these motherfuckers go, we go.

she maid tha noight!

play

hom(e)age

lug wet bucket brick scrub week. rummage of findings, home. now, years saved, unearthed to seek possibles. back out with the matter. scattered, indeed... maybe, some thing?

origami lessons for the blind

a two page spread, sheets white, marks no where, to be seen, a personal, some times called a jooooohnaaaaahl, most of the many pen, heart thoughts speeek, thoughts pains wonders, of why..... in-troo-spec-tee-yunz.... hoops and ears and fuzzy dreams.... of what of why? yes a place of anything vloohbah.... why of the mercurial wondery.... why of only the scrawl? of not colour, why? abd scribble, why? snip snip pix, rubber clips?

but, that, is, not, the, why?



there, right there two white shaped new side of side spaces. but who says side? left to right, then over, hit the divide, marker, bottom left over to rightmost enclosure, so, up over, begin again, top left of right, across, over n over, down.... who said????? we just cause becuase. why not, juss coz..... in-stead..... top left, over to right, skip the gutter, keep going?????? hit far right and THEN jump back? maybe a nothing, maybe a something, something at least....., something at last. just?????

tick of time

possibly ohio

look, lightbulb factories, all over the moon, far, as eyes can see, masqued men, rubberized goldfish, angel wings, sounds, opening wider, wider, the desert, everyone moving, hydrogen...

bubbles

and -->
spaceships

its always been a mystery about the drum...

like torn legs leaning over the upright piano, its heavy boots use the keys as a stool with complete indifference... ahhh!

the telephone calls out to the slide of some trombones mouthed piece

fleecing the peace out of the kid lambs black buttered back

no more language

55 oblongs

twenty dwarves took turns doing handstands on the carpet

< < -|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|- > >

25,000 million zero degrees of infinite -

ever spinning


ever grinning


crumpets

every day the joy of ding dong jusss gets butter and butter

eengleesh eye balls

THE KING OF CUSTARD AND ALL HIS LIARS

hark the echoes
hail those dings
absolute perfection
whispering swimmigs
hear them dongs
fertile futile
before the almighty bang
nay speck aligned
whole in won
under this sun
dusting birth
all them pretty pretty stars
body buckles
almighty new light
crash down curdles
crumble this sandwich ~ ~ >
< ~ ~ graze these knees
duck butter wo/ander ~ ~ >
< ~ ~ chin rub shines
trans eex deep pressor
snow flecks to beckon
our black breaded teeth

accurate

joseph henry 34 oldDOORBELL 1831 vision
visitor ALERT pressing, occupant, stop, activate.
a retrospective in paintings drawings sculptures, music, videography and poetry and more created by talented folks working in their various mediums and genre.

CLICK: history of the doorbell

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all them pretty stars

nothing like change, nothing like the rearrange, especially while aiming fire at the shooting range

miracle

Waiting For The Miracle"

Baby, I've been waiting,
I've been waiting night and day.
I didn't see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
I know you really loved me.
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I'm up there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Ah I don't believe you'd like it,
You wouldn't like it here.
There ain't no entertainment
and the judgements are severe.
The Maestro says it's Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Waiting for the miracle
There's nothing left to do.
I haven't been this happy
since the end of World War II.

Nothing left to do
when you know that you've been taken.
Nothing left to do
when you're begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
when you've got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to come.

I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light.
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come

Ah baby, let's get married,
we've been alone too long.
Let's be alone together.
Let's see if we're that strong.
Yeah let's do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Nothing left to do ...

When you've fallen on the highway
and you're lying in the rain,
and they ask you how you're doing
of course you'll say you can't complain --
If you're squeezed for information,
that's when you've got to play it dumb:
You just say you're out there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

sew and so

its so daylight out, here

see/say nothing

14 lbs of hell pressing down

shoulders

and a nice bit of "cake" or two

my name is billy
my name is timmy
i am made of butter
i like to lick gutters
with my nutters
when no one is lookin
i am cookin
so lets start shakin
lets start bakin
lets start fakin
lets start poppin
lets start hoppin
leafs smart cheekin
lean on bacon
beacons and barkings
bankings and spankings
hoopla and fruitla
here we goh yah!

conversions upon (t)he(r) ideal - a~d//l/yke

no matter how long the afternoon,
morning will surely follow

no matter how long a thing,

a thing is sure to follow




mohments ~ mohments ~ mohments ~ mohments ~ mohments ~ mohments