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From interview with Robert Anton Wilson:

DARE
Are there any existing political systems you admire?

WILSON
Scandinavian socialism. I found the Scandinavians to be about the most admirable people in Europe. clean streets, a low crime rate, a general air of high civilization - luxuries for all and a total absence of slums, poverty, and ugliness. They seem very happy and productive, with one of the most way out futurist movements in the world. They're the California of Europe.
I hate to sound like a Marxist, which I'm not, but the reason you haven't heard about Scandinavian Socialism is because the media of this country is controlled by rich people who are scared shitless of socialism. They want Americans to think there's only one type of socialism, Soviet Communism, which is the kind of place where dissident scientists get thrown in lunatic asylums, all of which is true. Americans are paranoid about Russians but Scandinavians regard them with amusement; they're those backwards people who think that you can only have socialism by putting all the poets and painters in jail. The Scandinavians reward their poets and they don't put anyone in jail for dissident political opinions.

DARE
Aren't you scared of getting in trouble, of finally saying the one thing you shouldn't have said?

WILSON
We're all living in a world in which one cannot apply one's highest ideals without getting into a lot of trouble. I've gotten in trouble, but I haven't gone to jail, which shows I may have more common sense than Tim Leary. I certainly don't claim to be more intelligent than him. He's the most intelligent human being I've ever encountered.

DARE
Do you share his conclusions about LSD?

WILSON
LSD breaks up habitual circuits of the brain. It opens new circuits, breaks down old circuits, and there's no evidence whatsoever that it destroys brain cells. LSD is very much a metaprogramming device, it changes the basic programs, that's why it's dangerous. It creates acute paranoid states in bureaucrats who've never used it.
To get the best out of it needs a scientific or religious approach, one or the other. People who are just tripping for the fun of it are more likely to imprint a whole new reality tunnel or personality on themselves that they weren't looking for. If you're going to do LSD, you should decide the changes you're aiming at and structure the trip to lead to that kind of change.
There's no doubt that you can change every part of your personality with LSD, that's why Leary calls it a reimprinting drug. It changes basic imprints which are much more rigid than conditioning. There's no doubt that I am a different person than I am before I took it.
I was a statistical materialist before I started experimenting with LSD, that is I didn't believe the laws of the universe were absolutely deterministic because I knew enough quantum mechanics to know that it broke them down. But I was still a statistical materialist, everything could be explained by the accidental permutations of little hunks of energy that solidify into matter. I was perfectly satisfied with that explanation of the universe, and I never realized that I was as dogmatic about it as any Catholic was about their faith. After LSD impacted on me, I became a total agnostic, and I'm not dogmatic about anything any more. I know that every system I make up is my own brain making up a system. None of the systems is big enough to include the whole universe, so all of my beliefs are only relatively true. Some are undoubtedly wrong because I'm not that brilliant that I never make a mistake.
There are a lot of people who don't realize how conceited they are. By asserting with such certitude the things they believe in, they don't realize that they're saying "I'm the smartest person in the world, I can answer all the questions." People like Carl Sagan. I just don't know how he can be so sure of everything when, by and large, the more intelligent you get, the more you realize you can't be sure of anything.

DARE
What is the next stage in evolution?

WILSON
The model I use is adapted from Leary. The oral-bio-survival circuit is what the amoebas operate on - taste everything. Babies operate on that too. That's the circuit we go back to whenever we're in danger, and depending on what we imprinted there, we will either attack or run away.
Then there's Freud's anal circuit, which has to do with claiming territory and status within it. That's when we go through the mammalian rituals concerning who runs the family, outsmarting our brothers and sisters and trying to run the whole show, imprinting our domination and submission reflexes. It's why people can hold jobs; their boss becomes a father substitute and they attach all their reflexes to him.
Next there's the rational circuit in which we do our abstract reasoning with words and mathematics, and the sociosexual circuit where we imprint the pattern of how we relate to people; with what degree of amity or sexuality. Everybody has a different imprint, and society has only one general set of rules, so everybody is a heretic as far as that circuit is concerned. Those four circuits are the natural child, the adoptive child, the adult, and the parent in Berne's system.
Beyond that is the neurosomatic circuit, where, through yoga or drugs or body work like Rolfing, one gimmick or another, you are able to turn on to your own body in a new way, and instead of just reacting to the conditioned and imprinted programs on the first four circuits, you are able to relax and go with the flow and enjoy life.
The sixth circuit is the neurogenetic circuit, which has to do with morpho-genetic resonances, coming in contact with the experience and religious symbols of your ancestors, learning that they've been controlling you below the level of consciousness all your life. This is what Shamanism traditionally deals with. Jungian psychology was the first attempt to deal with it scientifically, now we've got dozens of others trying to bring people into harmony with archetypes of the collective unconscious or genetic heritage.
The next is the metaprogramming circuit, which is learning how the brain can work on the brain, how you can imprint different identities and reality tunnels as you go along. Before you get to that circuit, you have no idea what true freedom really is, you're being manipulated all the time whether you know it or not. It's the circuit where you develop true choice.

DARE
How do you get there?

WILSON
If you do a lot of work on the 5th and 6th circuits, the 7th tends to click on. First you get a lot of synchronicities, meaningful coincidences, accidental reinforcement from your environment, like someone coming by to loan you a book that's exactly the one you were looking for. Jung found that his patient's dreams had more and more symbols out of Greek and Egyptian and Hindu mythology as they progressed into that circuit, even without studying them consciously. They pulled them out of the collective unconscious, which I think is actually the morphogenetic field.
Above that there's the non-local quantum circuit, which is the circuit in which we get true out of body experiences, cosmic identification with the whole of existence.
We're learning so much about the latter four circuits, which Leary calls the extraterrestrial circuits, that we're moving into a new stage of evolution. More people are on the fifth circuit than ever before in history, and there are growing sixth and seventh circuit minorities. It's not an accident. We're changing just as we have to change. These circuits were there, ready to be used, when we got to this point in evolution. Earlier, mankind could just coast along on the first four circuits, and only visionaries and mystics and poets ever turned on the higher circuits. Now everyone does it.

DARE
How to you teach people to turn on their higher circuits?

WILSON
You've got to teach with humor to make the pill palatable. Besides, humor is the essence of realizing our true situation in space and time. We are these tiny fallible beings crawling around on a relatively small planet, and anybody who pontificates dogmatically about anything is giving evidence that they are an idiot, even if you agree with them. They shouldn't sound that certain. We think we're so damn smart and we know so fucking little.


new poems:



"Dead Pacifists"



must we be nice

to the parasites

and the virus only doing it's job?

my soul, they allow me to keep

but my life they wish to rob







"How We Forget"



The length of a dawning

of linear time

Shall bounce back the breath

of a yawning divine

Rivers of words, blurring

elongated, wash up abrupt

on the beach of consiousness

As I drift inbetween worlds

Madness winks from a neighboring nook

Mi largo perdido amigo

The familiar, fetal-shaped brain groove

Snuggled, warm, hidden but for dreams

Sleep is sacred

How soon we forget

The power of belief

Imagination's holes

In reality's net







"Tea 'n Turkey"



manic thinking

caffeine's masterplan

settle down

tryptophan



carbon dating

aiding man

history

grains of sand







"Pleading The Fifth (Dimension)"



Outside of time

A true poet gives no pause

To accumulate the disease

Of mortality



The mind will still move

Yet the pen will not scribble

No ripple

Will reach those inside

From Robert Anton Wilson's Ishtar Rising or, Why the Goddess Went to Hell and What to Expect Now That She's Returning:

"Cary Grant was once told, "Every time I see you on the screen, I think, 'I wish I was Cary Grant.'" He replied, "That's just what I think!"

I've been repeating that story ever since I first heard it, and it never fails to amuse audiences, all of whom seem to understand it immediately. Everybody groks that Archie Leach, the poor boy from Liverpool who became "Cary Grant" never fully believed in "Cary Grant," since Cary was, after all, his own invention. On the other hand, here's a similar story, which I also like to tell, that produces very mixed reactions, with some people laughing and others looking puzzled or slightly offended.

An art dealer once went to Pablo Picasso and said, "I have a bunch of 'Picasso' canvasses that I was thinking of buying. Would you look them over and tell me which are real and which are forgeries?" Picasso obligingly began sorting the paintings into two piles. Then, as the Great Man added one particular picture to the fake pile, the dealer cried, "Wait a minute, Pablo. That's no forgery. I was visiting you the weekend you painted it." Picasso replied imperturbably, "No matter. I can fake a Picasso as well as any thief in Europe."

Personally, I find this story not only amusing but profoundly disturbing. It has caused me to think, every time I finish a piece of writing, "Is this a real Robert Anton Wilson, or did I just fake a Robert Anton Wilson?" Sometimes, especially with a long novel, I find it impossible to convince myself that I know the answer. After all, as Nietzche said, "there are no facts, only interpretations"...... "

a song I wrote (long before I read the above):

"What's That Something Else?"

Everything is an interpretation of something else
Everything is an interpretation of something else
Everything is an interpretation of something else
Everything is an interpretation of something else

But what's that something else?
But what's that something else?
But what's that something else?
But what's that something else?

And how can I feel it?
Without becoming it?
And what's that something else?
Where's that something else?
Is it hiddin in the sky or ground?
Or is it inside ourselves?

Everything is an interpretation of something else
But what's that something else?



Thursday, October 27, 2005

Junk DNA and Dark Matter
what bothers me more than anything is the fact that 97% of our DNA seems to serve no purpose (or we just don't know what it does or did yet) and 90% of the universe is so-called "dark matter" or "dark energy" and we don't know what that matter or energy consist of.
11:52 pm pdt

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Wernher von Braun:
"Nature does not know extinction; all it knows is transformation. Everything science has taught me, and continues to teach me, strengthens my belief in the continuity of our spiritual existence after death."
1:49 pm pdt

Monday, October 10, 2005

I love Satan
because of what i just read in "The Transmigration of Timothy Archer" by Philip K. Dick. I loved this book immediately. i like some of his previous stuff, as well, but mostly for the ideas, not so much the writing. but in this book the writing, the ideas, the story are all on another level i hadn't witnessed in his novels before. i only discovered him this year and have read nine of his books so far. he says that Satan's sin was that he wanted to become God, but the reason he wanted to BECOME God was because he wanted to KNOW God, and he wanted to KNOW God because he LOVED God. that's what true love is. you want to completely know the person. to completely know a person is impossible unless you live as that person, their entire life, every experience, but if you did that you wouldn't be you inside a person experiencing their life, you'd BECOME that person. you'd lose yr own identity because you'd have no perspective but the person's perspective that you've become. Satan was a saint. he knew the consequences and that he was faced with eternal damnation but it was worth it for that one brief moment of really knowing what it is like to be the creator, the source, that which was there before there was a there. if wanting enlightenment and absolute knowledge and experience then i am just as guilty as Satan. we all are, whether you admit it or not. some might say they are satisfied not knowing. ignorance IS bliss for some, on the outside, for the superficial masses, but deep down in everyone is a true will seeking God, loving God, wanting to know God, wanting to become God. all of us ARE becoming God, whether we like it or not. Satan was simply in a rush. it takes a while. if you fight progression, science, and evolution, you are either completely against God and man or you are living in fear of change. or both. these are the people who become politicians. the chimpanzee brained. and the couch potato sheep. what they fail to realize is that you have to build a soul that will be able to survive the body. you are not just granted with that. you need to practice surviving without a body before you die. but i've gotten off topic. what i mean to say is that i am not able to love directly another human being. if i loved the person i think i might actually love i would want to know her and i would pay more attention and ask her questions and i wd attempt to get as close as possible and remain eternally fascinated and interested in every aspect of her existence. this is precisely what is NOT happening, so there is conflict and bad hurt feelings and a big mess, a huge block, a sharp wedge between not just her and i but the whole world and i. but i still love God, just like everybody and so i try to get close to It in different ways: drugs, self-delivered orgasm (or with a partner), enjoying music and other products and art created by man and woman and i love trees and i love books. it's all different aspects of God, including myself so i love myself, as imperfect as i might be. and it's a lot easier for me to read a book than to communicate my love to a real person so i sit at home and read. because i want to know all about this illusionary universe God has set up for us and itself, which is us and everything, to observe and experience itself. God loves us, as well, because It wants to know us (this odd aspect of itself) and to know us it must become us and It will. It will. In 2012? ha ha! perhaps.....and Satan will be there, at the end, with the rest of us, as well. because he will have woken up and realized that his Hell is self-imposed, and that he WAS God all along. told this way, who wouldn't love Satan? Hail Satan! Give him a hug!

here are the books that i bought today at the library for $15:

1. Meditations by Marcus Aurelius
2. The Human Body and The Human Brain by Isaac Asimov
3. The Second Ring of Power by Carlos Castaneda (hardcover, first printing? 1977, marked with a "35" on first page (35 dollars or cents? i bought it for $1)
4. The Odessa File by Frederick Forsyth
5. The New Golden Bough by James George Frazer (already read the better, larger version of The Golden Bough from Moorpark Library and loved it and mainly bought this one to use as a reference book on religion, magic, etc.
6. The Interpretation of Dreams by Sigmund Freud
7. Ladies and Gentlemen Lenny Bruce by Albert Goldman (sweet find. maybe one day i'll have time to read it. it's HUGE!)
8. Secrets of the SS by Glenn B. Infield
9. The Hospital: The View From Bellevue by Laurence E. Karp, MD
10. The Navaho by Clyde Kluckhohn and Dorothea Leighton
11. If You Meet The Buddha On The Road Kill Him! The Pilgrimage of Psychotherapy Patients by Sheldon B. Kopp (another great find! listen the quote on the back: "The most important things that each man must learn no one else can teach him. Once he accepts this disappointment, he will be able to stop depending on the therapist, the guru who turns out to be just another struggling human being."--holy shit, how many lightbulbs snapped in the people who were ready to understand what they read when they read this back in 1972? and how many think they understand and move on with their busy life, never really stopping to think about anything. not only should everyone stop and smell the flowers, they should want to know how a flower operates, how it communicates, what it's made of. on page 23: "Love is more than simply being open to experience the anguish of another person's suffering. It is the willingness to live with the helpless knowing that we can do nothing to save the other from his pain.")
12. Men and Atoms by William L. Laurence (also from the library, i checked out a 6 part series on videocassettes called Einsteins Relativity and the Quantum Revolution: Modern Physics for Non-Scientists. not for school, i just want to understand quantum physics).
13. The Nature of the Universe by Lucretius (yes, but which universe?)
14. Selected Essays by Montaigne
15. People and Places by Margaret Mead
16. From Fish To Philosopher by Homer W. Smith (blurb on the back states: "All physicians, especially those treating edema with diuretic agents, will read this book on the evolution or our internal environment with profit and pleasure." so, obviously perfect for me, right?)
17. Lust For Life/Immortal Wife--Two "great" novels by Irving Stone (author of The Agony and The Ecstacy, another book from a library that sits on my shelf unread.)
18. The Mystery Of Hermann Goering's Suicide by Ben E. Swearingen
19. The secret Life of Plants by Peter Tompkins and Christopher Bird (one of Chloe Turnbows favorites, i remembered, and have been wanting to read, so perfect.)
20. The Complete Short Stories of Mark Twain
21. Best Known Works by Voltaire (with a receipt from Bremers Department Store dated Jun 4, 1959)

my biology teacher was at the book sale. she came up to me and before i saw her said something about "buying books on biology?" and i said "Where would those be?" why did i say that? and i said i'm also taking sociology and picked up a couple books relating to that. she showed me some paperback she found, biology related, and walked off. she's very nice. i hope i wasn't rude. the ladies running the sell were very happy with the large purchase and i joined "The Friends of the Olympia Timberland Library" for the student price of 50 cents. as a member, one of the perks is being notified of upcoming book sales and allowed in to shop two hours before non-members. i don't think i'll need to attend any sales any time soon. when i got home i had a package from Fillmore Library. i figured it was my Prometheus Rising book i had lent to the librarian Cathy, but it felt bulkier and when i opened it up there was my book and another book that she bought for me (The Fairy Tales of Hermann Hesse) and a postcard apologizing for the lateness of the return. that's a brand new $16 dollar book. very nice of her and defintely look forward to reading it. more importantly she found Prometheus Rising "fascinating" and is planning on picking up a copy of her own. everyone should own that book! maybe she'll read his other stuff and become a Discordian.

back on the subject of love and my inability to direct it at living targets.....

well, i'd like to be able to do it. and i plan on continuing to try.
2:48 pm pdt

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Actions Speak Louder Than Words
What new words may be summoned
To explain the current state of my mind?
It's position in space and time
NONE!
No language moves quick enough
Poetry lies down and decays
Letters yellow bumps along the highway of consciousness
Stay in between
Stay quiet
Smooth
Or, better yet, jerk the wheel
Cross over
And learn a new language

These lips once tasted paradise
These eyes once took in beauty
These ears vibrated with the voice of an angel
But the hands push away
For joy does not suit me

i can't stop thinking about Amber. i feel wretched and i'm stupid for waiting til we're apart to start appreciating her. i want to be with her again more than anything. what else could i possibly want? money? sex? drugs? books? records?
fuck all that. i want Amber. all i care about anymore is figuring out how to repair our relationship and get back together to build a stronger one.
it's taking all of my willpower not to pick up the phone and call her. if this is to be a permanent detachment, know that i love you
and always will.
9:08 pm pdt

Monday, May 24, 2004

Don't you do anything but write songs?

It's A Digital Age

Coming of age in the digital age

You can make out forever

You never have to get up

And turn the record over

Unless the CD skips

Then you have to get up

And you take yr lips

And I miss you already

In the digital age, there's never dust on the needle

You can listen to songs in random order

Appollo 18 by They Might Be Giants

Becomes a different album thanks to science

It's a digital age

Free from yr vinyl cage

(repeat)

 

Time

Keep me hanging from this ever lengthening rope

Into this pit of darkness, distancing from hope

My eyes have seen the dampening of light inside myself

I was in a hole anyway

So I might as well be in the ground

Finally some peace to speak with God

No distractions, no people around

No blood circling my brain

Driving me out of my mind

Just like when in the womb

Naked, soft, no sense of time

There is nothing to do, just be

There is nothing to feel, hear or see

Forget what these words mean: life and death

What keeps you alive has nothing to do with breath

If we were truly free, "freedom" wouldn't exist

If we were truly free, "we" wouldn't exist

 

Beautiful Lie

Coughing up blood isn't always fun

When no one's around to watch it spiral down the drain

And I'm afraid if I don't stop destroying myself

I might end up destroying myself

 

I spoke my final words

One hour after I died

No one was listening by then

And anyway I told a lie

I said, "It's beautiful here

It's peaceful and white

The living are really in Hell

The dead are alive"

 

Never Falls

I want a girl who smells like Winter

Says hello like Summer

Moves like Spring

And never Falls

Everyday's another season

When happiness is raining from above

 

 

8:31 pm pdt

Thursday, May 20, 2004

my friend, Lon, said my website is funny and very not politically correct (in a positive way). i just have one question...what does "politically correct" mean?

here's my theme song:

broKEN

broKEN's breaking me in two

I'm broken in two over you

I don't know what to do

Half of me likes you and half of me

Wants you to disappear

Half of me wants to live alone in fear

That's too many halves to make one whole

Half of me is stable, half is losing control

So before my other half returns

I want to let you know

That I love you, He hates you

That I love you, He loves no one

I love you, No you don't

I do

 

He has to break up with friends

Because he doesn't have a lover

He wants to write break up songs

Without venturing in to the fire

 

I'm more confused than you can possibly be

It could be worse, I could be broken in three

No matter how many there are of me

Half will always love you

 

My guitar is broken, my voice breaks

My piano's out of tune, my mind leaks

And boils and bakes and cakes on the inside

Of my skull, drowning in a lake of fire

Ken gets hired, broKEN gets fired

Ken gets hired, broKEN gets fired

I repeat I repeat I repeatedly repeat myself

And screw myself out of everything I want

Ken earns the money, broKEN spends it

broKEN abuses, Ken wakes in strange places

broKEN uses all of Ken's faces

Ken tries to hide, but broKEN's inside him

Plotting his next broken, evil deed

Ken doesn't want what broKEN needs

Ken chokes on what broKEN feeds

He's looking half-heartedly for a cure to this disease

But broKEN takes control of the keys

And leads him astray

broKEN mostly comes out at night

Forcing Ken to sleep all day

broKEN is slowly taking over

Forcing Ken and his friends away

 

I find it hard to understand

Why anyone would like me

I look in the mirror and see a broken man

Waiting there inside me

We wrote this together, sometimes we agree

If broKEN disappeared, would my life become boring?

I'd kill him, but I'd be killing me

I'd embrace him, but he's so ugly

I'd forget him, but he'd remember me

I'd fight him, but he'd beat me

I'd make fun of him, but he'd just laugh at me

Hopefully the weed won't devour the flower

Maybe someday my mind will be mine and not "ours"

 

No Body

Don't touch my body after I've departed

I'm coming back to finish what I started

 

Nothing left to write about

Finally satisfied with myself

Don't need nobody

Nobody's coming around

As you get older

The bodies just pile up around

On all sides, forming a tomb

To lay yr body down

The future doesn't bode well for the body

Better look around for yr soul

And make a hole in the tomb

For it to escape, to fly through

Bodies still whisper after the last breath:

"There's nothing worse than death"

10:11 pm pdt

Tuesday, May 18, 2004

2 new songs...i don't make music, i create art art art art arf arf arf ruff ruff ruffrrrrggghh

Do I Have To Spell It Out For You?

F-U-C-K Y-O-U

Y-O-U K-N-O-W

W-H-A-T T-H-A-T

M-E-A-N-S A-N-D

I think you should go

I think you should go

(repeat)

 

People Are Detours

We make little dents with our protest songs

While they create chasms with their bombs

Let's sing about ourselves instead

While we're still living

Fuck the dead

 

It's not about getting a wife

It's not about buying a car

It's about how far along the path

You can travel without looking back

 

People are distractions

People are detours

People are distractions

People are detours

Attractions are distractions

People are detours

Attractions are distractions

People are detours

 

Get out of my head, conscience

I need a d-d-d-d-duh-date

 

It's hard to be distracted when yr on drugs

You can focus on the needle like a warm, friendly hug

It's hard to be distracted when yr drunk all the time

When you stare in to the mirror, you are watching time

I cannot handle the wisdom anymore

 

It makes me want to go through the evil door

I cannot handle the wisdom anymore

It makes me want to go through the evil door

8:23 pm pdt

Sunday, May 2, 2004

kill the rich

Let Go

I don't want to die in yr arms

My soul won't want to leave

I don't want to die in love with you

Don't want to stick around and haunt you

The memories are good

But I have mystery awaiting me

So get away, because I'm going away

I have to be free to be set free

Alone is the only way to die

Just walk away, leave, goodbye

 

Twister

You're like a memory of something I never had

 

Right hand, blue means nothing to you

Left foot green means nothing to me

You don't want to play wih me

Don't want to touch me, even accidentally

 

I can't play this game alone

But do know one that I can

Put a bullet in, spin it

It's a game of chance

 

The bottle in my hand will soon be empty

But nobody's spinning it to kiss

The lack of a person to play with is rough

Nothing in a bottle is strong enough

To take away the hurt, to erase the past

The content can dull, but never last

 

You're like a memoy of something I never had

 

Don't you want to stand inside the eye of the storm that is me?

It's when you drift that you risk getting hit by debris

What a world, I sometimes wish it would melt away

Sore loser in the games we play

Twisted thoughts on display

 

You're like a memory of something I never had

 

Chop

Self-operated guillotine

Is just a conversation piece

Don't go losing yr head

Don't cut it off to spite yr body

Don't cut out yr heart despite the lack of love

You know you need nobody to rise above

People get pregnant for a reason

And the reason is stupidity

Cut the mistakes from yr life

Selfish people need to be free

Construct a dam to block unwelcomed thoughts

Yr mouth can't afford the words you bought

Cut out yr tongue before you speak yr mind

Chop off yr feet before you leave yr love behind

 

From young to old

From hot to cold

From empty to stuffed

You found a space for me

Above yr fireplace is where I'll be

 

I have an indestructible heart

Crash test dummie girlfriend, give it a jumpstart

 

Feed The Rich To The Poor

Why must my hands always ache?

If I thought about it, I'd jump in a lake

Also, why must my back break?

I could kill the rich

Would that be a mistake?

The wealthy are hollow inside

They have no hearts, nothing soft, they don't bleed

Are they clueless or just fake?

Their lives are like icing on a dirty cake

 

chorus: Robin Hood was on the right track track track

Kill the rich and feed 'em to the poor as a snack snack snack

 

I wouldn't mind putting my foot in my mouth

If it tasted like a donut

Too unfortunate I don't do the things I say

Maybe the less stable will run with it

Hopefully there will come a day

When all of their smirking faces will be burning

I pray there's a place for Bob Eubanks

I pray there's a place for Dick Clark

To Burn Burn Burn

I wouldn't piss on them to save them

Wouldn't shit on them to smother

But I will kidnap their children

And I will bury their mothers

Alive Alive Alive!

chorus

3:45 pm pdt

Saturday, April 10, 2004

hey, just got back from the dead...here's a new dial-a-song, jr:

Bone

Stop digging into me unless yr looking for a bone

If yr not looking for a bone, leave me alone

I have no more time to waste on you

First you gave me the creeps, then the flu

Now a headache, so it's over we're through

8:53 pm pdt

Saturday, April 3, 2004

Dial-A-Songs:

Casual Acquaintance

Casual acquantaince

Get out, get out of my bed

Casual acquaintance

Get out, we're not even friends

(repeat)

 

Goddamn you, alcohol!

Demon unleasher, alcohol

Goddamn you, alcohol!

Demon unleasher, alcohol

 

Casual acquantaince

Get out, get out of my bed

Casual acquaintance

Get out, we're not even friends

(repeat)

 

See you at work

See you

Yeah, see you there!

(repeat)

 

Dial-A-Song

You've reached me

But I can't reach you

You've reached me

But I can't reach you

 

I gave you my number

But I didn't want to talk on the phone

You called me right away

But I wasn't home

Who wants to talk?

Talking takes too long

Just wait for the beep

And listen to my song

It's called dial-a-song

Not dial-a-good-song

It's called dial-a-song

Not dial-a-good-song

 

I Smoke

I smoke

I smoke

But I don't like other people who smoke

I smoke

I smoke

But I don't like other people who smoke

 

I can't stand

Second hand

I can't stand

Second hand

Do as I say

Not as I do

Do as I say

Not as I do

 

I smoke

I smoke

But I don't like other people who smoke

I smoke

I smoke

But I don't like other people who smoke

 

I can't stand

Second hand

I can't stand

Second hand

Do as I say

Not as I do

Do as I say

Not as I do

 

I smoke

 

Rings

I have rings around my fingers

Rings inside my phone

Ringing in my ears

But you know nobody's home

Rings around my eyes

And rings around my tub

Ring around the collar, cuz I forgot to scrub

Ring around the rosey

Until I tripped and fell

Rings descending gently in to Hell

3 rings for a circus

5 for olympians

Plastic rings for shower curtains

Steel for magicians

The doctor leaves a red ring on my chest

From a stethascope pressed in to my flesh

He hears...

 

Genesis?

You've been looking for the wrong man

Open yr eyes

Phil Collins is the anti-christ

Slaughtering lambs on Broadway

You can hear their cries in the air tonight

7:16 pm pst

Sunday, March 28, 2004

I was the word of the day on earthlink today!

ken

 Definition - perception, view; especially, reach of sight or knowledge.
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7:11 pm pst

Friday, March 26, 2004

I'm keeping myself alive
by writing songs. i'm my biggest fan. i laugh and enjoy my songs like no one else. only like me. because i am me. and i like me...sometimes. and They Might Be Giants are keeping me alive, as well, although...well....alive and SAD....
8:59 pm pst

Dial-A-Song
i'm creating my own Dial-A-Song!
805-524-3348
 
(free for all telemarketers)
8:53 pm pst

Monday, March 22, 2004

more brilliant songs:

They're Called Elves

Do you know about the people below us

The ones who are trying to control us?

Before we blow up the world

'Cause you know they like coming up sometimes

They're called elves, look around there they are

They're called elves, look around there they are

 

Microwave

It's a nuclear era

But I'd rather starve to death

(repeat numerous times)

 

Everything That's Mine

As God is my witness, I'll enter a guilty plea

He saw everything, there's no chance that I'll go free

 

I'm going away for a long, long time

Until I get out, you can keep everything that's mine

 

It's an evil calculator they used

To come up with the final solution

It's death by electrocution for speaking my mind

So I guess you can keep everything that was mine

Because I'm going away for a very long time

Until I return you can keep everything that's mine

 

Lighter

I can't get high tonight

My lighter will not light

I can't get high....hey! whew, nevermind

She doesn't take me where I need to be

I don't need anyone and they don't need me

I need weed

I need weed

I need weed

I need weed

 

It's hard to remember to just say no

When yr high all the time

When you know what I know

When you open yr mind

When you know who I know

 

I can't get high....hey! whew, nevermind

I can't get high....hey! whew, nevermind

 

Who's Currently In Control Of My Body?

Well, I might be a giant, but I doubt it

I can write a million songs or a single long one

I've chased a million girls, but never caught one

 

chorus:Who's currently in control of my body?

           Nobody I know

           It must be a brand new soul

 

And it's acting so generous and kind

My old self is growing jeolous, 'cause he never figured out

How to be nice and take charge of my mind

 

I fall in love most every day, can never get enough

Life will always be that way, because of the mystery above

Life will always be that way, til we solve the mystery above

 

Well, I might be nothing and I wouldnt be surprised

That's what I've been hearing throughout my invisible life

From my invisible wife

chorus

And it's looking around and seeing color for the first time

My old self is fast asleep, still dreaming in black and white

 

I don't see things the way other people see things

I don't see things through my own two eyes

I don't see things through my own two eyes

Just the one inside

Just the one inside

Just the one inside

Just the one inside

chorus

And it's making a list of things to do that I never have done

Danger, adventure, excitement

My old self is apalled by the thought of having fun

Time to dress sharp, get my shoes shined

My old self is growing jeolous, 'cause he never figured out

How to be nice and take charge of my mind

My old self is growing jeolous, 'cause he never figured out

How to be nice and take charge of my mind

 

 

 

8:24 pm pst

Thursday, February 19, 2004

Wrote this song at work. Up Yours Lori!!

God's Own Jester

I always knew I was performing for some one

The laughter that comes when most quiet and aware

I pray will always be there

A million clown, all of us

Like channels on a television

The artist wants attention

Turn on and tune in or I'm dropping out

I won't mind if few tickets are sold

As long as God is in the house

 

I Want Everybody To Be Like Me

I play the wrong notes

To make them question my sanity

I need a new friend

To understand the man in me

Free me from this sickness I twist like a thread

To exist as a man who'd be better off dead

But I'll never do it

I believe in the lie

I have to learn

To stop asking why

"We all like you

You're a sensitive guy

Everybody feels alone sometimes"

Everybody feels alone sometimes

But I AM ALONE

ALL OF THE TIME!

Spoken part: I want somebody to listen to my problems. I'd like to speak to a psychiatrist. I'd like to speak to a psychiatrist, because I don't like them and want to fuck them up. I know that after listening to my problems, they will be all fucked up. I want to make everybody more like me. I want to make everybody like ME. I want everybody to like me. I want everybody to love me. I want me to like myself. If everybody was more like me, maybe I would like them more, and wouldn't have so many problems.

I play the wrong chords

To make them think I don't care

I thought I could fool them forever

But it's becoming painfully aware

I'm no longer wanted in this community

They don't care about art, just do yr duty

Do yr time, put in yr hours

Don't dare to stop and smell the flowers

That are wilted anyways from pollution

When did we reverse our potential evolution?

I've been around long enough to know that I know nothing

Who the fuck are you to analyze me and tell me how to live? How to think. Shut your mouth, I don't need your help! I see new exciting life forms in the thick air surrouning me at night. It's my special secret thing no one else can see and I'm not going to share. That is where comfort waits for me to find it, and I have the tools and the time.

I say the wrong words to test my oppressors

But I should stop, it encourages successors

My songs couldn't get me arrested

But my poetry is certainly a crime

I should put down my pen, make a new friend

Who knows how much time is left to spend

To laugh, to learn

Before the sky burns

 

This is the intro

Here comes the bridge

This is the intro

Here comes the chorus

Is this the intro?

No, just the end

7:46 pm pst

Tuesday, February 17, 2004

new funny song:
Make No Mistake About It
 
Make no mistake about it
This is a suicide
The knife was plunged by his own hand
The trigger was caressed by his obliging finger
He could no longer stand the memories that linger
From a childhood stolen by parental obstruction
And "friends" who encouraged his self-destruction
I know this is what you've been anticipating
Now you can stop worrying and waiting
 
Make no mistake about it
This is a suicide
Carried through by an entity
From inside
Or outside(?)
 
Make no mistake about it
This is a suicide
Don't call it an accident
That would be a lie
Or label it "misadventure"
This isn't the first time he's tried
 
Make no mistake about it
This is a suicide
Don't waste all of yr time
Suspecting homicide
 
I have no enemies
Only I want to see the end of me
 
Make no mistake, I won't make no mistake
This time....this time...this time........
8:10 pm pst

Monday, January 5, 2004

Sporn is my new favorite word
Try it.
Take it out for a little test-drive.
You'll like it.
7:41 pm pst

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