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28 Jul 2007

Clubbing


Thank you to the gorgeous MissBoux for letting me use her photographs in this image.
Simon

On Stealing My Words Back From Carmen and Saying Fuck to Copyright

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7/28/2007

on stealing
cre
scent
's
words...
we attempt Internet /West
usage. (Yahoo).
Egyptian Time changes Internet atrophy. we come with an emotion and a spiritual increasing habit for patience in fear, photographing it. we argue with the situation, personal as it is, organizing that escape - physical and casual- into the Internet which is unbearably perceptive and too immediate. companies…. it allows the manifest Internet products become bad Intellectual {nuclearly} controlled effects. Perhaps, selfishly, the experience days lead us towards the same But, a decade journey perception that can place creativity near utopia, without any real boundaries… good link responsibilities. …From "heaven", with shift space perceivable. The biases necessarily instigate and create a manageable maturity/ creativity. poses. in real solipsistic flux. with collective consequences.
our plays ask for short-term over-mechanized responses as we discourage the intangible. the popular "truths" created are a reaction to anonymous experience while the website irony exacerbates the really youthful with change, via pill self. Ultimately, society/reality cause change. Internet acceptance education role is questioned by discussion reality. compromised reality. compromised discussion. with accurate, genetic restrictive consequences upon freedom and isolation..…human…. Internet- cloning independent televisions- creates habitat boundaries. we cope with all virtual Surrealist worlds unless we still have actual and direct contact with the REAL WORLD .
stasis……metastasis…
internet reality= heaven reality. despise it for a moment. for the sake of the compromised time thinker. eat this atrophy voraciously, alternatives transcend human relationships, because there is a substance of good sense that makes us free and keeps us independent. Intellectual youth prepare manifests, is escapism the thing? reality cheats Along our patience through constructs in flux. not demain, but later, fleeting package ideas will be quickly censored …the trash will be swallowed as time prefers flux boundaries. The West perverts much of the swallowing actuality by juggling with mature half-truths on the arena of immortality…
we…..always Human …always aujourd'hui
genetic immortality creates a virtual society of increasing wisdom, where the Living is replaced by an intelligence of Change , of time change… aging as autodidact transcending media: time timelessness = vane course.
our beloved bomb Internet acts ever so unpredictably, its real due course is gonna be an alteration of any long-term values.
things.
the passive self as a Flickr snapshot.
Today, development of Internet “death” touches intangible boundaries, but Creativity becomes palpable inside and outside it, the public children relieve live advertising to the good world.a Freedom measurable in terms of Science pain….
in the meantime , the Time-obsessed… hypereal as they are… accept their immature death.
wisdom, slightred light....blue light
posted by carmen @ 9:48 AM

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At 1:43 PM, crescent said…
Oh Yeah! Cool!!Thanks Carmen
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If something is nothing
and, therefore (not a bit of it) nothing
is something wot are we (gr8)
to make of part of it?

sauce as in salt is the raison d'etre
of the measurement that is
nothing but, something less,
the start of it.

Particle or vestibule, hieroglyph
or tax you all
I've ne'er come across a nothing
with such meaning, then

Animal instinctivus, emotia
too weak, too strong for us
is the reason why we refine
the lot of us

And, even if our plans
shall come to dust
We shall live on by a shag
My God, I needed that!

on stealing crescent's words...


we attempt Internet /West usage. (Yahoo).

Egyptian Time changes Internet atrophy. we come with an emotion and a spiritual increasing habit for patience in fear, photographing it. we argue with the situation, personal as it is, organizing that escape - physical and casual- into the Internet which is unbearably perceptive and too immediate. companies…. it allows the manifest Internet products become bad Intellectual {nuclearly} controlled effects. Perhaps, selfishly, the experience days lead us towards the same But, a decade journey perception that can place creativity near utopia, without any real boundaries… good link responsibilities. …From "heaven", with shift space perceivable. The biases necessarily instigate and create a manageable maturity/ creativity. poses. in real solipsistic flux. with collective consequences.

our plays ask for short-term over-mechanized responses as we discourage the intangible. the popular "truths" created are a reaction to anonymous experience while the website irony exacerbates the really youthful with change, via pill self. Ultimately, society/reality cause change. Internet acceptance education role is questioned by discussion reality. compromised reality. compromised discussion. with accurate, genetic restrictive consequences upon freedom and isolation..…human…. Internet- cloning independent televisions- creates habitat boundaries. we cope with all virtual Surrealist worlds unless we still have actual and direct contact with the REAL WORLD .

stasis……metastasis…

internet reality= heaven reality. despise it for a moment. for the sake of the compromised time thinker. eat this atrophy voraciously, alternatives transcend human relationships, because there is a substance of good sense that makes us free and keeps us independent. Intellectual youth prepare manifests, is escapism the thing? reality cheats Along our patience through constructs in flux. not demain, but later, fleeting package ideas will be quickly censored …the trash will be swallowed as time prefers flux boundaries. The West perverts much of the swallowing actuality by juggling with mature half-truths on the arena of immortality…

we…..always Human …always aujourd'hui

genetic immortality creates a virtual society of increasing wisdom, where the Living is replaced by an intelligence of Change , of time change… aging as autodidact transcending media: time timelessness = vane course.

our beloved bomb Internet acts ever so unpredictably, its real due course is gonna be an alteration of any long-term values.

things.

the passive self as a Flickr snapshot.

Today, development of Internet “death” touches intangible boundaries, but Creativity becomes palpable inside and outside it, the public children relieve live advertising to the good world.
a Freedom measurable in terms of Science pain….

in the meantime , the Time-obsessed… hypereal as they are… accept their immature death.

wisdom, slight

red light....blue light

27 Jul 2007

and when i danced........ crescent <> neon

26 Jul 2007

From Behind My Eyes

From Behind My Eyes @ Flickr

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Summertime!

Summertime! @ Flickr

Its summertime in the Northern Hemisphere...and I'm feeling summery.

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from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (100)

clouds gentle the place where light has been
in great profusion (one winters here).
the depth of this
persuasion empties fore
thought. anywhere is here.
a mind is free to set
like sunlight. meta(phor
essence) taps the edge as tincture
goldens into every glass of water
and becomes an else
relapsed into distinction between
fact and actual (finesse).
the shoulders equal what we peer
across. one carries that.
neglecting to compare.
each (for all) is each again.

24 Jul 2007

*

And when I danced with you
it was for all the women I'd ever known

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (99)

radio muted by daytime holds
our breath until nightfall
when voice dream sames
its way through innocence
this partial childing
in the country
where fields sweeten
night in plainsong

darkness in which seeds
are given earth
as chosen repetition
that encloses sacred quiet
and coming syllables

as proof unfolds
what happens between thought
and energy within the flowers
and along the road
these whining tires
a mantra to the tired mind

21 Jul 2007

words connect....


french kiss #1

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (98)

whether verbs fulfill their obligations
we enorme with them according to
return of service

lake effect defines each of our mornings
violets receive a brush of wind
and the resistance soon defrays some cost

a lost event resides within mentation
yes say some who have been listening
we have been listing in the wind

some of the siloes offer seeds and birds' nests
bake in sunlight there are finer lakes here
having fingerings nobody learns

the earning power of description vacates
even the most open minds for now these
watermelon rinds furnish the scape

of how we lived before we knew and how
we often viewed ourselves without conviction
there were crayons there was water

20 Jul 2007

Strange Dream


19 Jul 2007

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (97)

a quiescent radius left each whole
(she, my mood and I)

one ministers to another breath
(coonferred upon the blank page)

while cinders loom into the atmosphere
(repetition mothers plainsong)

change chastens viability upon renewal
(I live amid these irises)

"connect" or slide into the waylaid presences
(shift equates to motion)

is the serendipity acclaimed a certain bounty
(rest for measure)

this minute serves this minute hastens yet another
(purpose looks like wanted rain)

18 Jul 2007

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (96)

overtones exceed undertones
how exactly
wish

to
see them
while you hear

what you absorb
by default
or

keep
to selves
as yet undiscovered

wind cleans open
space remaining
open

although
swept to
a matte finish

as a face
resistant to
years

17 Jul 2007

I Make My Own

I Make My Own @ Flickr
i don't go with the flow, i make my own

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16 Jul 2007

pecking carefree


Free-range chickens: Hens are as happy in battery farms Free-range hens suffer stresses that battery hens don't have to deal with By Des Houghton and Richard Gray, Sunday Telegraph Last Updated: 1:18am BST 15/07/2007 Contentedly pecking seed in the open countryside, free-range hens have carefree lives that their counterparts in battery farms can only dream about, or so it has long been believed. In fact, caged hens are no more stressed than those that roam free, researchers have discovered. Scientists measured corticosterone, a hormone produced in response to stress or fear, in eggs from free-range and caged hens. They found that the levels in both were very similar. Free-range hens suffer stresses that battery hens do not have to deal with, according to Jeff Downing, who led the research at Sydney University. "If they have no cover they are constantly in fear of attack by predators," he explained. "You can see it. A shadow comes over and they are completely startled." Mr Downing added that free-range hens are prone to manure-borne diseases and parasites, that extreme temperatures are more stressful to hens than the method of their housing, and that caged hens have greater protection from both the elements and predators. Julia Wrathall, head of the RSPCA's farm animal department, said the research contrasted with a number of other studies that have suggested that caged birds suffer more than free-range hens. "The RSPCA believes, and scientific evidence shows, that battery cages are simply unacceptable because they don't adequately satisfy the hens' basic behavioural and physical needs," she said.
However, a spokesman for the British Egg Information Service, the industry body for egg producers, welcomed the findings, saying that the welfare of hens, however they were kept, was of "paramount importance". Despite a recent rise in sales of "higher welfare" eggs, around 19 million hens are


upper class






14 Jul 2007

central west

13 Jul 2007

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (95)

I listen through
your voice
for

something
maybe partial
warmth or maybe

some small fleck
of evidence
you

own
your heart
as you did

when we younged
under constant
sunlight

and
when silver
glyphed the cusp

of noticed gold
when plans
approximated

present
tense as
I now hold

what living I
collect and
notice

each
thing in
perspective having lived

alongside particles and
wholes having
these

moments
gravitate to
how they breathe

within the mind
as if
heart

experienced
conditioning toward
knowing and valuing

just as all
equals also
each

11 Jul 2007

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (94)

How can I tell if you remain my template the duration magnifies?
And how churching are the neon lines across steamed yellow brick?
All outcast is a crime, and she has shielded me.
Against my nature, hurts my simple nature.

Is her angel only sacrifice?
Scruff of the neck someone.
Mantra because habit says we will.
Parade beyond ephemera before epoxy to declare the v-shape shut.

In a minute mood will sort out an incapable young feeling.
There are loads of sore wrist bones.
When I limit what you mean I may pronounce the thought of fire.
This daylight justice flinches as I fibbon all these glass eyes in a row.

Compare jury duty to my reading speed.
The vestments whitely stowed away,
Equivalent rose items in the parcel
Now at at the dot of six beyond the downtime.

10 Jul 2007

Exotic Blues

8 Jul 2007

word verification: zyszhyd

6 Jul 2007

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (93)

saplings bode well
for the
psyche

chaste
looks out
across the weeds

result in dosages
beyond expected
level

peace
affords us
back to normal

sentences repeat lyrics
we chime
repeatedly

noon
majesty shifts
day to dusk

the sacrifice removes
an amplitude
also

the
window showcases
breath of postcards

2 Jul 2007

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (92)

what if winter
smokes the sole grave
with nobody listening

I think it's dark
I think you have abundant
majesty to place

in park I know
your habitat and it is mine
some slow pores

invince and vines are treble
once we hear them
vines climb young

to wit our center
is emerging
watch