And so the truth lay naked

"The only people that interest me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live..

mad to talk..

desirous of everything at the same time..

the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing..

but burn.

Burn

Burn

..

Burn like roman candles across the night!"

-

"On the Road" - Jack Kerouac

Insulation

Its an awesome place to be.

I am and I'm not.

So I'm in love again, for the 40 billionth time.

and its really strange, to tell you the truth, because, this time I feel completely emotionally insulated. Like I'm permanently drunk on rebellion, this poison one more time :) now its like a drug.

Only my resistance is increasing :(

so well here we are.

Again!

I'm riding the wave, smiling and grinning through it all,

even though I could break and lose it all.

This shiny spot is so awesome!!

I want to drown in deep green, or maybe a deep red

Remedy the disease, find a way to increase, appease and release all that is within.

I chase sounds and love in the same way, and one eludes while the other helps me dream :)

eufuefhough

It was like someone had stuff a chee chee up my choo choo, if you know what I mean. Its a strange and painful condition to feel inarticulate and stupid, rather liberating if you ask me. The kind of liberation that calls for nakedness and general oding on rain/sunshine/crystal meth. Its a battle cry! the violent variety. No Anna for me thank you. I’d rather just stab the waiter and laugh as blood sputters through his shiny white teeth. Who the fuck told you to serve me that disgusting dish you Hoar! In his eyes a look of horror gently fading into acceptance and eventually freezing on death. Hmm..an entire human life cycle repeated in 1 millionth the time! This is a valid social experiment. Mental note - *must conduct*

The lesson we have all learnt through this is that madness cannot be contrived under any circumstances. After facing and seeing enough. It is a the final state of mind, where the mind ceases to be. It is now a medium.

Does all of music have the same source? Is this question even valid

I want to know. In a way it is true, Time is the source

The Hologram Man

He lives in a hologram, appearing strange, quaint, faint
He lives on greed vanishing consuming.
He is perception, shame, reflection, rule and norm

When in light there is a spectrum of colours, glinting, shiny and real
and in Darkness he completes the night.

Who is the Hologram Man?

to the man who Knew

Bye Bye

" Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died."

- Don Mc Lean

the man who Knew

Brownian Motion

Crash into one another's life,

just like Dreidels

one mistake over the other,

one more temptation to give into,

one time over the rest,

what is to remain when all else perishes,

a heart full of bitterness and regret?

or a wish?

what do you do when you reach a place beyond defeat?

cry?

my mind holds the key,

indifference, or ignorance, which comes first, we will never know,

the struggle for power- against the truth of what we need,

it never ends, while we only see what we allow.

give in but only so much,

let go, but never completely

hold on, but never too tightly

uma

om

and all those things they say about love

the knot, the thread, the lace

this place, your home in my eyes

your place of rest, my lies

I will bombard you with all the reason I know.

and make your mind a reflection of mine

Lets resolve to find more than we see,

and in all that surrounds us,

find your anthem, give a 22/7 back from all you take,

smile, while they take pictures,

and never forget to thank them,

and leave a piece of you behind as Souvenir

Winter when you Know

" I might change your life,

I might save my world"

the smell of the History room,

of summer, as we walked around the grass,

as we all traded happiness for happiness,

the exchange rate grew,

how we got older,

we never knew!

Pretend that you are free,

only this time, know that you are

that this shoelace will not come undone

that this Peace will find room in your Room

that Music will save you & me.