spintress

Cellular devices we drop out our pockets

2011-04-18T20:08:00.000-07:00

Saturday 2:02

2010-04-24T10:47:00.000-07:00

This claustrophobic girl

Dropped black olives into clear jars

On the windowsill, one after another.

This reckless man climbed poles outside

Attached wires with inner mind

That girl saw the wires before her eyes sought skies

Inside I walk into her room

She drops an olive on the ground

My socks are mismatched.

With a heart that battles itself enough,

I know they could make the full pair,

Long as there’s two feet.

She disappears, I'd rather remember her

Than be with her.

I saw a woman on the mountains,

She showed me the night's meteor shower.

Since then, I've been more prone to being shot

By shooting stars. Since then her heart has grown

To touch my own, I'm not alone.

I climb the wires he's fused and refuse to leave

Without another companion.

If he's safe, I'm ready to take a long drive.

'Til I run out of road past the last gas station.

I'm off alone. Writing with her.

Empowering pen strokes to eliminate the reader;

The reader’s senses.

On the ground I find the word in a note.

"Trade" it tells me.

I have a boomerang and that's all.

So into the wind it tossed,

And it entangles in the height of a kite.

I took what's not mine with strings attached-

From another lover's lifetime.

We've been adapting with our other lover's lost love.

LVNG II

2009-10-16T16:41:00.000-07:00

Buddah Says touch your nose,

I hold his hands and fly

It's a Very Simple Thing

The Five Primary Hinderances:

1. Craving

I'm not happy, I only have this stupid thing and that purposeless quality.

2. Ill Will

(S)He is going down because (s)he can't lift me up.

3. Sloth and Torpor (Spiritual Laziness)

Tomorrow the path will come across my way.

4. Restlessness

Every waking moment needs to be packaged and snorted.

5. Doubt

Maybe it's all just a waking dream, maybe it will all be lost in the morning.

My Personal Obstacles:

I crave-

Constant physical presence of my lover

Bursts of creativity on hand all the time

I hate-

Ignorance

Self-centerness

Gossip

I avoid-

Hard work

Dedication

I stay awake over-

Adrenaline rushes

I doubt-

Humanity

Myself

Religion

Politics

Media

Consiousness

Memories

Perspective

Plans

2012

Good and Evil

And these are the obstacles I must overcome through love and wisdom

Kindness and realistic attitude

No expectations

Just the present.

I've lost my mind!!

2009-09-23T16:02:00.000-07:00

NOT AGAIN???

Lost:

G drive- super important backup of my entire laptop. super expensive

oil pastels- just found the whole box a few weeks ago... put it somewhere for later... and now it is GONE!

2 discs- Jasc paint shop... yeahhh, really important. and canon scan gear... yep, cant even scan on my new computer without this shit.

Methods to Find

1) Distract myself into remembering
- I have been trying this for months but not luck.

2) Ask a pendalum on a chain
- my good friend does this and it works for her. now where's my pendalum at?

3) Turn it all upside down
-Like I'd really clean it all up afterwards... thus losing a thousand more important things

4) Tell self hour by hour to get more organized
-Never will remember to do this but worth a try

5) Manage time like a freaking adult
-ha!

6) Make cats find the stuff
- Solved! *meow*

...The adventure begins..

2009-09-20T11:10:00.000-07:00

This universal journey begins with a single step. Good news! I have displayed much of my digital art work up at the restaurant I work at! Everything is for sale. I also have two large canvases that are rounding out and about ready to display. I'm more than enthusiastic to continue this path of what I love.
But what will me career be? ???:(????

Anyway,
My current digital projects include:
1)Continuing to study how to bring forth personality of my friends and family by editing portrait pictures,
2) Layering drawings over pictures that they are inspired by,
3) Creating a draft for the Mirror Mandala of Personal Reflection.

Thanks for stopping by,
xo

Asking This Question to People Can Be a WHAT?

2009-07-31T19:20:00.000-07:00

I come and go between the terms and rules of memory.

I love being exposed to traits about people that I can mimic. If someone uses a great rhythm and quirky body language in their answer to "how are you?", I get excited and feel solid about who I'm seeing.

Like the jingle of a fast food advertisement, I can remember this new person all day and longer.

There is a psychology to advertising. BE CATCHY, quick, and easy. We can be fed our mind's desires. And when we are busy acting upon pre-installed goals- we neglect the opinion of our inner selves.

Caught in a web.

yin yang signs

2009-05-15T20:20:00.000-07:00

He takes agenda

Specific positions

To crouch, to guard

Obey the concept.

His guns, his arms

Against the rocket launcher.

Troops take the streets,

Ambush is now just typical.

He realizes there's no one.

No last chances, no peephole,

Not anymore,

Not in this army.

Under the influence

Of ringing nationalism,

His identity is permanently true.

Armored soldier, stranded tonight

Revolt in the foreign homeland.

How did he get shot down?

In that camouflage suit?

He judges for himself.

His terrified soul will not growl,

It won't anymore.

In the constellation,

He can wholly join.

Sparks in my hearts

2009-05-12T10:06:00.000-07:00

Would you stay up any night the stars are out in a clear sky? Will you play cosmologist and surround yourself with the bookshelves needed to study the stars in the clear sky? I chose his star dust to come with me outside. He shot down to Earth with more force than he was worth and I know how badly he was sent to burn. After standing from the fall he stood quite tall and embarked. Throughout society, he lit tea candles on front yard grasses to beautify his self influenced fire. He told the world he was on the loose and on a search to checkmate the rules. I left right before the arrival of the ember embrace to this distant backyard. Down the block is not safe, yet here I sit writing of what I'm seeing and believing. I'm thinking of his approach on me, he's going to ask for my destiny, with big truthful eyes. He'll seem so innocent that the purity of vulnerability will rush into me. But only till after will I know if he'll be another to change faces in the adrenaline rush of the wild. After our menace of exploded romance, his eruption of anger translates to economic corruption, whispered down the alley. Along side, I'l run and asked for more love, enough to tear me into pieces of that stardust.

current

2009-04-18T19:39:00.000-07:00

digital works:::

catch me writing down the sins

2009-04-09T15:01:00.000-07:00

If I don't learn to fight
now
I'll learn
to find comfort in this fall
Losing so badly scorns
like an over the oven fire.
But but but... but why?
Why is this
because of the rich?
Why did my bits
and pieces quit
beating? I have more
to speak about, I have
to reach this podeium
stand and let it all out!
Don't hold me down
you bug eyed brutes!
I know how to kick
and act out in all
sorts of violence, and
I expect to attack
the enemy when he trips
off his horse. Now
who doesn't grasp
my cause? Is this all
the police America's got?
I'm fighting
with bulging muscles
up against the tanks
and guided missals
Hairpin me
C'mon.. c'mon
and look at me
I'd be in tears
my family,
the earth,
an army's vile breath
I stand here strong
I'm shot in the arm
I'm shot in the back
I'm shot but not armed
This is a cause
to die and I will
start over as a tape
worm in the federal reserve.
All that's left of me
is draining from my veins
seeping into this letter
hand written
Spelling some feelings
out on the wall of some caves
Crazy grandma Angela lived
when times were better, simpler
When the depression was patriotic
deep down in america
survivor's bones
But anyway, the country is dead
some time has passed
since this family last met
With no more tears we can lay
down to sleep
a million more years together
Lifting one eye lid and answering
to a trance. I blink
before I bounce away
may not breathe
until another day.
Above my buried body
the deeper hell.
Steal another penny
Take out a mouse trap
Watch your wires
Stay hooked in
the electrical outlet
Trees cut
themselves down
He signs his name
on the paper
I am a certificate of death
beneath the feet of a FEMA army.
We are one nation.
Sacraficing our elements
losing all balance
Goodbye to all
but dirty tree roots,
I am not a living word.

feeling dark but working in the light.

Google video search "collapse of Argentina"
and bang your pots and pans
Let's bring America to the streets

He dreamt they took us away on busses

2009-03-30T06:11:00.000-07:00

i love my days off.

It must have been the sunlight at 7pm last night. it seems like summer to me, with the hail thunder storms and all that. but the light that was over the farmlands on the drive home induced me even further to want to eat magic mushrooms on cereal this morning.

Maybe, i propose, that although the streams and rivers are not crimson like the blood of biologically enclosed beings, maybe the waterways are the veins of the earth, passing thoughtful information on and on into depths and shallow realms. and what is an island? it's my destination for freedom

So we printed 10 trillion dollars, out of nowhere. This was decided by the Fed, and it will only be there to pay off our unfairly advantaged system. They still get all the money, and guess what we get? A dollar bill that's worth less, because there's so much damn money out there for no reason. The best metaphor i heard for this scam was by a guest on the Alex Jones show: that we're CURING THE HEROIN ADDICT BY ELIMINATING WITHDRAWELS!

It's just so compassionate. They charged interest on our dollar, then they print more money in order to pay off that debt that we theoretically owe to them. The fed is enclosing us in on a savage island enclosed by four walls of worthless cash. Oh no, did I just catch myself saying that this is worthless? Oh, excuse me.

Because according to Glenn Beck (Fox News), a wheelbarrow of money will set a loaf of bread in your family's hands.... and it better be damn potato bread motherfucker.

what the fuck. I'm not a beggar. Let me fucking choose my life style.

And now, I choose to....

hmm, ya know.

See ya in the telepathic world...

esoteric, magic, military

2009-03-23T16:14:00.000-07:00

My ideas at this moment are not being fabricated of lunacy or misinformation. The ideas are building up from what's quite solid in society. ((A complete photo of greed is being exposed in a minds eye)). I'm contaminated with this information and believe me, this is contagious- even without the symptoms. AIG theives may pass my own mother and father by, as my parents tell jokes about stock reporters being similiar to weather men... predicting the effects of the days to come... but the anger of being part of a deception has aggresively torn me up. I'm not fucking stupid. I'm here to please my own demons, i suppose to shed the skin of filth that was dropped onto me. So, worshipful master, eat this grimy placenta you have birthed.
It's information that goes deeper than celebrities, hollywood, and disney world fantasies. ((Everyday life is an illusion.)) The underlying concept is rather well planned out by extremely successful people. The facts are the facts that the oil tycoon theives, the Rockafellers, exist and powerfully impose their own views as the esence of society. EUGENICS ANYONE? KILL ME, FOR I AM NOT BLONDE HAIRED BLUE EYED PERFECTION. Dear God.... Dear God.... Dear... Who?.... Is it good news or bad that the elite are merely an example of the figure head of evil? Good, to me; but i'm a generalist- focusing on the whole picture of space and time. L8r

two entirely too full buckets of blood

2009-03-23T15:24:00.000-07:00

welcome,

the truth is coming,

it's just right over there.