I laugh at my bullshit mouth sometimes, and sometimes i share with you. In this case, i do both:

“…your report inspires contemplation. more imagery, i should share. not unselfish, to complete requisite tasks; collect relevant imagery, and arrange for sensible viewing, etc., i may dismiss the effort. the poignant affect of retrospection precludes indulgence. (get busy living, or, get busy cleaning: stellar paths, these are forked at the ominous singularity. collision of opposing forces; dodging shrapnel)…”

Of Running Sheep

These aren’t electric

Uneven, steady,
crooked and kind, this.
Freud stoop’d in, blurry-eyed
in time, an infant
sever, ending Never
in beginning
we be damned
echo voices
come behind
the dampening and flutter
quarrels, logo
fell on icey
hell rise on
intangible
what i write
about it thirsty
great big chocolate
nail the vein
inner fluffer
ever present,
rings out reason:
thinnest line.

(Some of these are set to music, as was the aforementioned.)

smear
I feel bad about the fact that I can get some scibble-paper.
A little bit would be okay, and all i need a few lines–
but the fear of losing them / having the :bugged” in some way–
and then, on again to the next thing,
never having finished; not even to think of anything grand coming of Harold.
But that’s not it.
or Is it?

C’omon Sarah, I’ve got other things I need ‘be doing.
Don’t have all this time to jse in, how you say?:____Fe doa.

Goddamn distinguishing

between “default”, and that which is “supposed to be”.
Either, in theory is excpted to work, but of the tree
and then I preview it in my mind–
this whole “Landscape” orientation of images–
like a storyboard– and different characters interact, etc .

I’m going to charge you a “3″, if NoviceNotes doesn’t get it together soon–
you’re getting a “C”.
no, i understand– it’s all reative to the project

[damn having-to-back-track–
again–
lost track…
where was I ?
FUCK!]

It feels good though–
i mean– the only good thing about it,
is that it feels good– like sleeping.
It’s refreshing. and when it’s finally over,
and i’ve gained, and lost so many thoughts on stuff,
non-stuff- virtual nothingness, i —
though longing-for, and therefore, oft’imes
(panzy’s not coming!) “eh… don’t wory abotu him.
we’ll get to him later. “.

Damnit damn opening the eyes. it’s so much easier with them closesed.
opening the eyes is sure to bring on confusion,
and the throbbin, dull, but ominous pain of forcing itself in,
gaining control, as I proportionally, lose my own.
and that is so very disheartening- so frustrating– so maddening.
should I continue?
what point?
is there pleasure in it? is there purpose; a practical function? that sucks.

once in a while,
a really great idea comes to mind– but it’s always lost.
and what you, Head ?
through past script queries– accessibility…
oh– shit, and then, there’s the damn “Upstairs”
(eyes open now) noise [i.e. Upstairs-Noise]
for all automatic complete-letion of that-houghts / variables —
sometimes good– more often bad– and would me l–
temploate– very important– the proper template,
so much can be affect… ban the un-trustworthy, and make it into a baloon,
now it up, and mail it to the Sun.

no .
all too much time-consuming–
too much for time
(i would NEVER believe her. never. “never trust a junkie”, and she’s just the same…)
i’ll have to try it somewhere-else. the Valkyries
(Lord of the Val… shit… another interjection. damnit. trying to match words in my head.)
random (i think), and unrelated to this….

look– she’s dying. she needs some sleep!. she’s not right.
version 8. not right. needing sleep. — oh yeah, taking One dssssss–
interesting: I spoke to my wallet and, ba… too far gone.
save file, or lose it.
bye bye.

Pure lies spun
the Dark One.
The purer did lay.
Laid, for fun, feigned that femme
‘fore future yon ye flowering, flushed
As this flies,
lingering load, blue
‘fore that blew, had blown so many
yet none so well,
N’er could I, even lusting,
yearned as I before her precious mouth:
femme lips
mowed lust.

Luscious lips most believed;
most deceived

lusting for love, and so it did die.

Sadly, not ‘ware,
When that died for naught,
‘Deed yon, worn true, to be not through
yet lives, not lost; flung.

For that flight, none did she bleed,
but for an encore,
pitiful esteem,
By applause, sustaining.

Stage bound, sustained
Bound to stage
Maintains famed petty pace
pretty pets
so caged, painting face.

Would that, I yea, but for all of Hades
Confounded thought– that whence evil
Serpentine did flow, before her blood
Not mine only, but two wounded.
Wicked, this way and that
She comes,
And came wet, so whetted this palette too much,
And, wet, seems I did not scar, callus:

Fortune by circumstance
turn unfortunate craft:
Balanced, congruent, take ’bout
one-eighty degrees
not natural intimation
so designed, so to break.

First sighted
twenty and too, fabricate,
dramatic bitches,
so-called family
one of three Wicked Witches

Foresight too poor
for sirens, fat-feasted
Whip smart; taste pure
neither numbered, one more
in Thespian House.

Aimless for lease:
read ‘tween the lines
How is it, as washed, cut and dried
once innocent mind, naive
matriculated to Master
brewed not to believe.

Destined encounter,
counter elements, not we,
changeling cunt.

Death’s fortune: truth.
Far beyond cast, and crew
Reality broadcast, and laughable too
,
How learned, became malice
one wonders of you

Dare I this day feel,
yet some hunger, by wicked passion whetted:
to slide, i’d slip
And slip
As many as before, i beckon
recklessly as you,
this reckless unto thee.

The Male animal slobbers
sink teeth not to sore,
made n’er lullaby
as sweet as She roar.
She animal drips
bawling sweet melody:
“how ’bout this?” once more!

Confessed, each
unto each of less percent
valued number
recall, man; recall woman
my woman, her man

Kept dual purpose, Faculty
immediately less
Lady lay, dissonant
Truth from that channel

Slither, shed skin,
Amongst pets still sicken,
Find then, yet well hidden
his marionette group
trained well not to vomit.

Presiding Spanner
Power wielding shock
N’er could dote thee again,
come knocking many
As jerked ‘way by too much
precipitation,
but breathless by wonder
toward your destination.

What else?
I wax sardonic.
Giggle at what expense;
Intersect harmonic
pleasant poppies, past-tense
undone
and borne to ancient tea:
wrap it up, as Nothing’s Shocking.

Refined Ophelia
serendipity
painless love
so sweetly grows
nothing as bitter;
the user knows
Ophelia eats.

Exit stage west
circle repeats
great will in suffering
end implore
maintenance disease
futility ingested
outside that door
doctor please
euthanize this
ever still
evermore.

Lower there, in the valley–
where all this, a fantasy
So much, soft and lovely,
but loathing the thought;
and loathed too, said she,
never believer.

Fool, so fine,
fine thing, so alive,
sensibility of sight, a fine piece of ass
yet n’er since a night.

Suffering insensible,
suffering is sense, and sense I
must suffer,
for I taste thee at night–
true, only this
if time renders right.

Tear out those which make ye
so clingy to sin,
or Broadway beneath
bitch.

Into the mirror, harken:
we fuck.
Fantastically, filthy, merged, single willed
we weightless,
your session,
my cloud blew
cocaine, lies too
as ugly, sin turned you
Oblivious, one powder-puff
One powder blurred.

From you, femme, reach Fin now:
In that Death,
Cleansed; Freedom

©2009 S,J

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Have you ever heard the lively bluegrass cover of Snoop Dogg’s Gin and Juice?

Do you know what is the name of the group who performed this famous rearrangement of the original? If you said:

…Why, of course, Jeeves! I do say it must certainly be Widespread Panic. Indeed…

my friend, I must inform you that you are quite wrong.

The fact is, according to the all-knowing Interweb World Wide Net thing, the performers on that recording are none other than the Gourds!

I beg you should learn more info here, at the Gourds in the Wikipedia. Won’t you enjoy it with me, my good friends and neighbors?

of the two Wikipedia excerpts listed below, which celebrity description sounds to you more like the work of someone who has contributed something positive and meaningful to our society? which of these women would you rather your daughter look up to as a role model? which of these women’s music has your daughter probably never heard, or even heard of before, and Which of these women, if either, are in her music collection?

Labelle, Patti

In 1974, however, learning of a cult following, the women changed their looks again now adorning space-like, rockish and uniforms, they began to sing about sex, space, politics, and things that many funk and rock bands were singing about at the time — but with an exception; no female groups had dared up until now to broach this type of controversial material. Their following had grown so much that in October of that year, they were the first African-American contemporary act to perform at the Metropolitan Opera House. That December, they released their greatest record, Nightbirds, featuring their breakout hit, “Lady Marmalade”, which hit #1 on the Hot 100 in 1975, helping Nightbirds to go platinum. It was as far as they got as success couldn’t ring twice, although their subsequent albums, Phoenix and Chameleon were hailed by music critics as experimental and groundbreaking.

Patti LaBelle. (2006, July 15). In Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia. Retrieved 01:05, July 19, 2006, from http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Patti_LaBelle&oldid=63882158.

Aguilera, Christina

Later in 2000 Aguilera first emphasized her Latino heritage, following the Latin pop trend of the time, by releasing her first Spanish album, Mi Reflejo. This album contained Spanish versions of songs from her English debut as well as new Spanish tracks. It reached the top thirty on the Billboard 200 and number one on the Latin album charts, and in 2001 it won Aguilera a Latin Grammy Award for “Best Female Pop Vocal Album”.

The majority of Stripped was co-written by Aguilera (who had recently signed a global music publishing deal with BMG Music Publishing), and was influenced by many different subjects and music styles, including rhythm and blues, gospel, soul, ballads, pop rock, hip-hop and jazz. The album was not received as well as her debut by most critics, and Aguilera’s vocals were overlooked as she began to cultivate a more sexually provocative image. After the release of the album, she took part in photoshoots for magazines such as Maxim, Rolling Stone and CosmoGirl!. Many of these photographs featured her nude or semi-nude. She denied that this change was a matter of publicity, claiming that the image better reflected her true personality than did the image she cultivated back in 1999. It was during this time Aguilera referred to herself as “XTina”, stating that it was a “reflection of her darker self”.

Initially, the raunchy image had a negative effect on Aguilera in the U.S. While the video for “Dirrty” became a huge hit on MTV, it disappointed on the U.S. singles chart. However, the single was a huge hit worldwide, reaching number one in several countries.

Christina Aguilera. (2006, July 19). In Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia. Retrieved 01:08, July 19, 2006, from http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Christina_Aguilera&oldid=64571482.

Shoveling Sterilization (or Shoveling sH!t?). What do i mean by that? It’s a rather complex concept i’ve developed based on my perception of media influence on popular culture and, therefore, popular culture’s influence on the population, and therefore, the population’s influence on the Future of Mankind. I want to make sure that my reader is at least somewhat in tune with my idea, so in order to pull your thinking into the realm of my idea, I’ll provide for you my own definitions of Sterilization and Evolution, realizing of course that my concept will rest greatly on my own definition of these terms

Sterilization, i believe, is the less abstract of the two terms, and therefore more likely to be understood by a greater number of people. What is Sterilization? My thoughts are that it is the absolute cleansing. Something which is sterile is devoid of all influence of matter or mind. Obviously, to be completely and utterly without influence of matter is a question of physics, an uncertainty which should not influence our perception of the meaning of it. For all intents and purposes, in essense, it has been cleaned.

What about evolution? Again, for the intent of this study, when I think of evolution in this circumstance, i am not thinking of the question of the origin of human beings as living, breathing vertibrates– if we were put here by some inexplicable higher power, or if instead we started out as frogs and somehow, throughout many years of frogs with wings, and birds with hands have turned out to participate in such activities, quite un-frog-like, as broadcasting radio waves into the sky in hopes that someone “out there” might hear our call. That is not quite the Evolution, all encompasing as it may seem, that enters my mind when i’m thinking of my concept, but more precisely Evolution as a moment or epoch of time– meaning, for example, as one might accurately report that the personal desktop computer experienced a major “evolution” throughout the latter half of the 1980’s, and on into the early 1990’s– its evolutionary period. I’d rather take it one more step toward the abstract, and try to imagine it as a current state of change, as something in a current state of being, for example, the ways in which we use the Internet are evolving– right now, at this second, but neither i nor you could put your finger on just what part of it is evolving– it’s an intangible, simply by the vey nature of time itself. That is my “evolution” herein– the prerequisite, of course, to any other form of evolution. In truth, it is probably irrelevant to the theory of my proposed concept which of my previous, stammeringly poor descriptions of Evolution you choose to regard.

([ ::sigh:: my god– do i ramble too much!!])

Okay, what does it mean to shovel sterilization? well, to be honest, i just thought it was a catchy title, but it actually works very well to aid in my explanation. What i mean is, i don’t go around saying “darn it– there they go with that sterilization shoveling again!”. But, again, we know what it means, right? The idea, as i see it, is that someone, somewhere, is heaping sterilization upon me, or you, and / or all of us! Does anybody remember Hitler?

I wouldn’t be so crass to say that there is a Hitler behind some grand plan, as was the case in History, and i realize this is kind of Cynical, but i believe that, in general, the things that we think about– which are put there by the media (oh, you don’t think about media stuff? then, let me see you go one full day without thinking a thought which was placed in your mind by the media. you’ll never do it!) - those thoughts are being sterilized. how? through some kind of slow process of making us believe what is true, what is real, what is now, and what we should strive to be in the future, and most terrifyingly, what we should encourage our children to be– your child’s child, and so on.

now you want me to prove it, right? you want me to back that up with something, dont you? Okay, i’ll do that. I’ll provide some images to help to support some of my concept. As you’re viewing them, i’d like for you to think about such things as With the purchasing power (i.e. the impressionable teenaged, and pre-teen boys and girls– who are probably white) for music CD’s in mind, what do you think is catching the interest of this market? How can they be most easily “sold”?. You’re thinking i’m going out on a limb, right? Just stick with me for a second…

Consider this. If after 100 years of being force-fed the artwork (audio CD’s being a certain, albeit heavily produced, artwork) of artists who aren’t really artists, what kind of culture will the society at large depend upon? what will happen to the true artists? the songwriters? the live music performers– the bob dylans, or even the — hmph, even now i can’t think of any non-perfect-looking popular artists. can you?

Please take a look at the photos below.  I hope that you can give me the benefit of the doubt here– i realize that this probably looks a lot like many other comparisons you’ve seen drawn before, but i feel that my point– about the sterilization and evolution– and the future, may be a bit different– maybe not. I also realize that this idea isn’t very well hashed-out yet. it just popped into my head today as i was watching Ray Barone dancing to the song “Lady Marmalaude“– the Patti Labelle version, as i’d prefer it– without all of the gratuitous, superfluous melodic embellishment that our modern “R&B” singers are so hung up on. I thought to myself– now that’s cool! that was a great song, and it represents a time and a place very well, not to mention what it represents for black women in music, and in America in general– there’s a ton of references goign on in that song! and, to think that it is all taken away had you never known, or heard of Patti Labelle , or known anything about disco, or the 1970’s– if it had all been sufficiently steralized out of the system, so we can think only about warm and fuzzy thoughts, and pretty young white girls, and nothing risque, or encouraging, or fascinating, or at all potentially harmful, etc., etc., …

Thank you for stopping by! I invite you to contact me in regard to this article if you’d like. just use the Yahoo ID. i will read it, and probably respond.

— “…ha ha. yeah. and i just sit in the tourbus and write songs all day, and i think about the problems of the world. i think about the poverty of many of my latin brothers and sisters– the sickness, the hunger… i think about war in the middle east, and then i cry. it’s at these moments when i wrote many of my top ten singles…”

- this is the part where we learn about love, kindness, caring, relationships, acting on impulse, vanity, shock value of vulgarity, lust, … oh wait!, are we talking about musicians, or actresses, or… models, ??!!?

- a guy could learn a lot from a girl like this. hell, a girl could probably learn a lot from a girl like that!… ahem… what was the point? … oh, yes… valid art being sterilized

— “…if i ever catch that punk-ass little white girl who’s singin my song all dressed up like a ho, i’m gonna smack her upside the head so damn hard for puttin her theivin’ fingers on my music, she’ll be stingin so bad that her whole damn songwriting team going to feel it!..”