fresh mead

grain like grass tickles the sky from the ground

flowers wink coyly waiting to be picked

even fruit abounds, grapefruit or cherries?

the Sun smiles down over it all and a gentle haze has set in

its quiet now, no people to disturb the wildlife

at first just a few small birds appear to welcome the animals to the stage of unfettered life

but after these little harbingers crusade into the locus, others are on their heels

a deer hops over some brush and announces itself with an ear flick

the pond sits and watches it all, reclining into the Earth peacecfully

A goose alights on his belly.

the golden meadow stretches nearly as far as the eye can see before it is swallowed by a forest

but here in the mead, all is swell and the air is fair


Okay, can we just–

“My revolution is born out of love for my people, not hatred for others.” –Immortal Technique “Poverty of Philosphy” Revolutionary Vol. 1 

Earnest faces talking races

Humanity divided


never. make me. PC?

Who me? Woo-whoa.

Agendas. Sensationalism. Narratives. PR?

We are

In this 2gether

2-get-her well again, mother

O, brother why bother

Hay sister–you missed her

Struggle shared? acknowledged? compared?

Minimized, trivialized, rationalized



You foul creation. hate clouds

Let the sun part them

Throw my heart on the ground

Put it in your palm so you may feel

It beats too. beats black blue

Red yellow cotton

Likes boys likes Girls

Eats food that’s rotten

Paddles pitifully

Dies washed on shore

Heaves overboard, hopes sharks

Somersaults from windows 1676 feet high

Perfectly paralell minimal splash

Faithful heathen Bisim Ilah-Matrem Maria-Adonai-Beelzebub

N2, O2, CO2, H2O, Fe, N, CH3, H3C, OH, O, CH2, NaCl, [O, C, H, N, Ca, P, K, S, Na, Cl, Mg

C6H12O6 (s) + 6 O2 (g) → 6 CO2 (g) + 6 H2O (l) + heat

6CO2 + 6H2O –UV light–> C6H12O6 + 6O2

hope, Love. hate, longing.

categoricaL imperativeS

Plankton in the rough, (don’t) be carried on

Fight. smile. win.


A Aardvark, An Platypus

As if “The defeation of ISIS” were all that mattered.

Poetry, as a form, is abhorrent to the blog format.

Let’s find a theme, then shall we? The schizophrenic wannabe artist entreats the ADD part of himself.

What about the SUBTRACT fraction, what proportion is it of the sum of all Isaac? Mathematics…is universal! The language Prometheus “spoke” to Bob–icons, gestures, cartoons, and diagrams notwithstanding.

We (humanity now, including its multiple personalities and struggle for identity) use numbers and symbols and equations and statistics to help explain the universe, or the closet around us, as it were or may be. But not is.

“It is what it is”–what the fickle does that mean? Nothing, which is zero, but is it, in fact, even less meaningful than that? Does it detract from an otherwise meaningful moment in discourse? Is this waste of time–this futile attempt of metaphysical emphasis on the thing, whatever it is, or is not, meaningful rhetorically in that regard itself–wasting time, filling a gap when a respondent can think of nothing intelligent to say?

I recently got into an argument with a mathematically minded and supposedly logic loving individual. You may have seen it, or may see it by scrolling down, I do believe. But is Ross Perot’s academically praised, emotionally devoid, artistically-bankrupt logos appeal the most legitimate rhetorical form of persuasion?

Is the appeal to authority–be it one’s OWN?!?!? Or perhaps some group of researchers in some office somewhere–effective? The same researchers who earn grants based on sensationalized media releases? Who legitimized eugenics and claimed that Africans were “an inferior race?” Who studied the scripture and dogma with zeal and persecuted Galileo?

The scholar is only as good as their humility, the readiness of their pencil, the wax they’ve dug out of their ears–on this we agree, immeasurably. Of course, one should read the article, the essay, in its entirety, and do so critically, wary of the publisher’s, author’s, and sources intents and means of filling their coffers.

Where, then, does this leave intuition? The articles that don’t get funded–that aren’t seen. Intelligent design that isn’t science, or scientific, but a philosophy nonetheless? Who are we? Who are we to? Who are we to say? Who are we to say that? Who aren’t we to deny it? It is NOT what it appears to be. It is NOT ‘anefin’ ( gloss: ‘anything,’ in a certain UK dialect which I’m quite sure isn’t Received Pronunciation).

Which brings me back to the matter at hand. Do I really give a burger-flipping fart what you have to say? Should you of what I have to say? There is no obligation. Our words may never form in our tender vocal folds, thought, but trapped, seeking refuge from rebuttal in our larynx. They may fly past each other at fierce velocities–flying off through the walls, through the atmosphere, through the solar system, echoing into eternal empty space, out the arm of our spiral galaxy, bounce around the galactic cluster, burrow fervently, with an intrepid righteousness to the cold, flavorless end of the universe. And then slip through undiscovered astrophysical phenomena and begin, as the ship does in asteroids, at the OTHER end of the universe, much faster now, forgetting how long ago it passed light, sound, and other sluggish, cute energies and particles and slamming in through the backs of our necks, subliminally interrupting our consciousness when the idea sparks through our medullary pyramids (giving atlas a well-deserved breeze as it hurries by) and impacting, like Theia, where the air from our lungs first gave the order for the cords to produce voiced speech.

OR, they may tickle your ears, provoking an uncomfortable shudder, and sink into your consciousness, like water sinking into sand. See, without hearing each others’ words, we all have heads full of sand. It is my high hope that we may continue this and other dialogues, not necessarily between us two individuals, but among humanity at large. We may have different ideas of what the problems are and how to best approach them, but we shall find, time and time again, that we share more sentiments and values in these regards than we do not.

–until next time, my friends and kin. And remember: world peace starts within each of us. Judge not.


I was more interested in flesh and she was more interested in chemicals. Trying to remember what a romantic connection feels like–or did I ever know? Is it unreasonable to expect you to shut the hell up and scream while I fuck you in my thoughts? This is when my audience gets uncomfortable with the sexuality–goddamned Puritans. Pervert. I’ve heard it’s an evolutionary and psychological fact that people think about sex multiple times each minute–which is clearly more some minutes than others (God I love when she leans over the counter like that). There are 1,440 minutes in a day. Imagine the shape we’d be in as a species if we had safe sex that often! Gyms would go out of business.

I’ve starved my artistic nature. How else do you make meaning out of this mess we call life? By worrying about the how’s and the what’s? Why is always the more interesting question. Ethics and politics. Engrossing and putrid. It’s important to get yourself into emotionally healthy habits. Everyone focuses on physical health, but all forms of health are woven together, if one end of the web breaks, the whole thing is flailing in the wind.

Fear itself is the enemy of rational thought and also of one’s (or the communal) pursuit of happiness.This is hard to read–chaotic he was talking about sex and now he’s talking about health–real stream-of-consciousness crap, I can’t  do it anymore. Do I have a point? Will I tell you what it is? Are you entitled to it? He needs ADHD medication, poor bastard. Well fuck you. I don’t need your approval. This is art goddamnit. Not to say I don’t appreciate your feedback… As if I want to sell my heart and soul to earn a dying! The crazy part is, I love you all. I’m an atheist, yet I do the equivalent of praying each day, and wish all living creatures well, be they friend or foe. Foes can be allies at times. I think we should all try a hell of a lot harder to love each other than we do. Call me a hippy, but then look at Syria and tell me I’m wrong and I’ll tell you to do something vulgar. At any rate, have a great fuckin day.


Let’s Encourage the Obama Administration to End Drone Strikes

Let’s Encourage the Obama Administration to End Drone Strikes

Hi, all please take a second to sign this petition, it only takes a minute or two to create a login on and sign it. If it receives enough signatures, the administration must respond to it. In light of mistakes like the recent civilian wedding party that was attacked in Yemen, these strikes must end. Thank you!

Take a Moment

Boulder Falls

Blue thunder crashes down onto and then splashes off the mossy sandstone, pulverizing the riverbed into submissive sand. Refreshing mist greets the bystander’s face. The spruces, pines, and firs bask in the crisp autumn sunlight. A nearly leafless aspen is a spinal cord with nerves reaching out in all directions to feel the shadow suffocate the valley. A lone pine stands proudly atop the falls as though it’s modeling the latest needles from the Ponderosa line. And it all matches her perfectly. Her skin is gentle and brown like the sand we stand on. Her eyes are reminiscent of of the pines’ bark, a rich almond. The mountainside is tall and noble as she is. Her smile is as hypnotizing as the rushing waterfall. She picks me a flower. I accept it graciously and embrace her. We hold hands and smile at each other. We enjoy the scenery and the moment and ask some strangers to take a photo of us. Young love preserved in film, a sweet memory. When things are tough, we must think of times like this, and remember how calm and pleasant life can be.

The Scoop

On 5 October 1986, the British newspaper The S...

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Alright readers, lately I’ve been without a television (gasp, sniffle) and I have had to find other ways to catch up on the news. While there are newspapers, radio stations, and websites, my favorite source of the daily news run down has been Google News. With the scroll of a mouse I can evade irrelevant drivel about sports, celebrities, and certain political articles while having several articles to choose from when I find a news story that is compelling. For example, God bless Whitney Houston, but someone dies every second of each day, and we didn’t make a big deal bout the other 155,000 people who died that day ( While I may write separate posts about the following two issues, I need to address them now. First, let us help the poor Syrian citizens out, even if just via NATO air strikes like we did in Libya. Second, no one start a war between Israel and Iran. Let them work it out. There are at least 8 countries that posses nuclear weapons and Israel may or may not. Personally, I’d like to see all these weapons destroyed, I’m an idealist. I don’t see Iran having nuclear weapons as being much worse than anyone else having them. I suppose my reasoning is flawed due to my hope that no one will use one because they would be afraid of mutually assured destruction. My point is, if we are going to fight, let’s fight for peace. Por favor, dios, cuida de nuestro mundo.