Frankenstein should be in a jazz band

this afternoon i didn't work. i decided to lay about my couch and catch up on all the albums i half listened to on my computer and the vinyl albums i've stared at, the one's that have dusted covers and pictures of musicians with long unkempt hair parading in some off-beat sunlight. i don't know why but there are albums i have looked at forever and have only enamored the images on the covers...never played... yet have such an imagination about the life behind them. i listened and they were all like mystery sandwiches characterized with all sorts of competing flavors and brave ingredients. i discovered something...i discovered that there are these many platitudes of advice and deprecation from these artists that seem so trite and so manufactured and so PREPARED. I used prepared very expertly because the lyrics fall too easily in place. I believe this is the folly of two things. Rhyme and Recording. When these artists rhyme, they suffocate the full expression, if there really is one. I know rhyme has its functional genius and serves as draino to the song's pipes but it also contaminates the purity of expression. And here's the thing about the recording process. When artists record their albums in the studio, there's lots of pressure to focus on timing, recording dynamics and all that jazz. This steals from the moment or really getting into the song. Very rarely do i hear the angst or the wavering voice of someone like Cat Power or Joni Mitchell or Bjork for fuck sake. Now thats what it's about. I know there's a bajillion reasons to make songs but when did sincerity and EMOTIONAL CONTENT become renounced as the backbone of a song. When was the last time we heard a raw ass recording with minimal takes and minimal processing? I would rather hear a musician who lacks vocal intelligence but sings from ultimate pain then hear some American Idol crock. So much of music is about being cool now and the fucking six dollar haircut and the rocking out. So much music is caught up in the world of cool it's sad as shit.

i also went outside for a bit and looked at the sky for a while and the bugs milling about in the soil. They look busy as usual. I noticed two trees...one was in the shade and one was not. I also noticed myself bringing more attention to the tree in the sun, as it looked holier i guess you could say. Today i supposed I noticed that i'm not as dark inside as i was say for the last couple of years. I've changed and have become lighter inside, more inclined to brightness and candor...less apocalyptic and this is nice to know. So to mark this day i'm going to the store and getting a pot with soil....and inside i'll place a really swell looking feather because the wind will be it's puppeteer...because it will remind me how there's life behind everything and if you notice that, then you'll be on the brighter side of things.

Keep my whiskers to the sun

When it's 4 in the morning I wanna be like the 12 spotted domino that for some reason looks like it tips over easier than the other ones. I want to be like this because the domino looks peaceful and most things look peaceful when they're pushing up daisies. Also the domino doesn't have knees. I do and they keep me up at night. My knees like to show off their free will and when they contemplate, I bet they contemplate hard! I bet they call themselves "The Law" and "Justice" and romance about belonging to some badass muy thai legend, who DESTROYS fools in the jaw and flying knees the shit outta abdomens. My knees aren't exactly like that but the'yre fucking EVERYWHERE when i'm just trying to catch some REM so get PISSED about all of that man. After letting this thought marinate a bit, I've come to the conclusion that my body is having night time withdrawals from cat spooning. I used to sleep with Kyoto all the time and I'd be KO'ed quick style. I miss Kyoto so much it's starting to get to me. I need her back soon. This morning I was thinking about her and made up a sweet move, entirely inspired by her fighting style. It's called "Kyoto's pounce" and may only be performed after something serendipitous goes down.

Kyoto attacks with the style of these two psychos COMBINED. First is the warning shuffle like you're gripping the earth with your digits as hard as you can so as for maximum thrust hence maximum damage. Then you pause a second and stare the target in the soul. Then you release the fucking demon and fuck shit up! I've got the moves diagramed kinda.

First you start off in a run of the mill badass stance, like nothing's important because if something gets important, you will kick it's ass out of simple reaction.

Then something equivalent to a simultaneous 5,000 penguin bellyslide happens and you FLIP the fuck out. So you get all this energy and in a counterclockwise direction, rotate the "L" of your elbows while your back descends slowly and you squat a little.

Lastly you spring up with the height parallel to the level of happiness and if anything above you gets in the way, it will get a brand new asshole. Even if a ninja gets in the way somehow, it will be DESTROYED no matter what.

Kyoto's pounce.
Inspired by a tabby.

for the sahara mollusk

a tunnel crowded tunnel vision,
smoke spilled on soiled shirts,
time taking time to hit the presses,
inside i organize honest verse.

clutching tight to the pain and plight,
plowing down my callused knight,
a seething throng of Abaddon,
levied an afternoon delight.

i hush get blind let a lotus bloom
open-palmed mad poised a sovereign heart
under full moon i plant mad blessings
to the tunnel abject i will impart

stars made of right index fingers

today i was romancing about alternate universes and how they are theoretically probable...and how these alternate universes may be a hoot if they were only slightly modified from the ones we live in today...like instead of humans being clueless as to the true state of being another human may be existing in, they could be granted with some sort of OBVIOUS and ON-PURPOSE indication...like if in place of our hearts was this slightly hazy projection of an image that would precisely reflect the emotional or mental state we were in...for example if i was angry because i accidentally put rosemary instead of cumin seeds into this dish and it came out all tastefully challenged, in my heart, there would be a little projection of a yorkshire terrier getting kicked in the throat. yah it's kind of over the top but its sincere, unprovoked by intention, and way way more susceptible to empathy because well...we could SEE the metaphor and see that, oh, he feels like a terrier getting kicked in the throat, poor guy.

another alternate universe slightly different from this one would be if we all turned dramatic shades of the infinite crayon box that of course visually articulated our emotions. our instincts would be largely affected by this occurrence. we would all eat shit at poker, fall more into genuine love, and be more understanding of others. a certain and obvious shade of green would be envy, blue of course sorrow, red would be anger and so forth. but what if we were seized by constant fear like richard pryor was and we became transparent? also, i wonder what color ambivalence would represent?

one more alternate universe would be this microcosm that bugs live in...what if instead of the bugs it was us as humans living on the scale that bugs lived in...i looked at the backyard for a while and pictured myself within this fucking jungle of a lawn...and thought holy shit these blades of grass are enormous!!! this flower....is fucking.....huge!!!! domesticated animals???!!! more like godzillas that could squish us forever!!! FORTUNATELY this is not so and fortunately the film "Fantastic Planet'" was invented. I believe this film aptly dictates this universe. The soundtrack also punches through cement.

La Planete Sauvage (Fantastic Planet) 1973
Director: Rene Laloux

you can't sneak up on ninjas, it's impossible

i got down and SLICED up the rug at this spot called cardiff lounge because of miguel miggs and julias papp, thanks guys. while i was doing so, this unicorn was there and seeing her was like the first time i did acid...which when had occurred, revealed a titanic scissor causing the white or yellow perforations on the freeway !.....and usually when time jumps into the bushes like this, whatever song was playing BECOMES the soundtrack to that person and that time...at least for me but definitely always. the song that was playing was superstar by k-os...and this song is constipated when your sitting down but when dancing, it's a fucking steak marinated in don perignon. i couldn't believe how ill she was and how illl i was dancing (not to be miles davis but its how i feel) and it was perfect. i knew my skills were fresh as fuck because these girls started dueting on me and i was all daaaaaang this is siiiick....so me and lady barbarella were like eagle eyes all night but nothing fucking leveled up...although she was at voodoo lounge when i went to see victor duplaix, only by testament of a friend but i never saw her....ANYWAY after this had all bled out i put a period on the fact that there is this certainty...that there is a PERFECT song for the perfect instance in time for the perfect person. so to spread some leaves about this i'll bring about some examples....also canucks and tapioca are my two new favorite words. it means canadian. (werd)

---{ SIX PERFECT SONGS FOR ENTERING A ROOM OR GATHERING ]---

1. Dave Brubek - Take Five

shit man all i feel is cigars and having maaaad aces up my sleeves...if this song played every time i entered the room it'd be all GAME OVER.

2. Booker T & the Mg's - Green Onions

i'm madly in love with this track. It belongs in a dugout somewhere in chicago but also when i fucking struuuut into the bar like a bookie to get my monies for my horse "blueberry oozie" winning the race 15 to 1

3. The Champs - Tequila

This song has been covered so many times but i dig the way these guys say tomato. But...the reason why this song is so boss is because if EVERYONE ALWAYS got up and felt compelled to do the twist when they saw you then it's all apple pie man.

4. The Cure - Six Different Ways

Every time I hear this i think....i'm totally silly sneaking in right now but... i'm just going to crack the fuck up and blow my cover because this is completely ridiculous.....thats what this song means.

5. Stevie Wonder - Hey Love

This is going to be waaay to sappy and corny but I always figured this song would be playing if you were dripping in love with someone and they suddenly and expertly walked out the grocery store with an ice cream cone and caught your eye and started, what would be, the longest and slowest developed smile in the history of smiles. Geez..

6. Young Holt Limited - Soulful Strut

Okay....this song is for AFTER you win something...anything...just winning and being all fuck yeah i'm number one! That's it im done.

stevie wonder and ray charles had it made BECAUSE they were blind

maaaaan......sometimes shit's like going back home, into your old room, expecting to see that same old jefferson airplane poster there on the wall, a little haggard and faded, yet finding that it's not those fucks looking at you in some hexagonal, korean, upward angle shot but some yellow, umgo fruit wallpaper that makes you think...."snozberries...that shit's real !?!"

everything i touch turns into skittles

lately i've been having these coming of age episodes which take place mostly before i go to sleep. this isn't so odd or uncommon i suppose but it's worth noting because like i've supertitioned for quite a while now, we as thinkers and amateur analysts of our lives are at times most brilliant in the wee hours, which is to also say completely clueless when we gather ourselves in the morning. but now i feel compelled to note this because i fall in love with genuine sensations of self-understanding and the sensation that though there may exist this chaos so stifling, our spirit is still treading and still struggling to bloom as closer to the sun as it can despite backward tendancies, despite discouraging forces and excuses to back off of efforts to surprise ourselves or truely live the path of a spirit with an aching charisma.

a recent epiphany that i have probably already captured in my net is the idea of a life timeline, how this relates to at least our perception of how fulfilled we are or how things are relative to how we want them to be, such as where we are spiritually, goal orientation, how deep our relationships are with others, our involvement in the world, how much our skills have developed and even the superficial matters like what we own and how we look. But more so, the focus is how (hypothesis induced) we tend to ebb and flow through these different combinations and different levels of satisfaction/fulfillment in patterns and also in slow waves. You could denominate these levels or displacements by year, month, whatever. The thing is that looking back, it's effortless to be able to study the design of how much I had this year or how fucked up things were this year and so forth. However looking at the present and though forecasting the future, it's almost like we know what will happen and believe that slowly the up and down will balance out again but we can't see it. I think we can feel it though but I could be misinterpreting these feelings for anticipated excitement. Whatever the feeling, it's preferred and reassuring that at least through all this muck, there is this hope in balance, this however mincy squint of a hope that shit always finds its way to a refinery and works out. I like this feeling.

at times even vaccums boast of reverse engineering

i wonder if anyone has thought of a world where instead of scrapping or gunfighting or sword fighting or even pillow fighting, everyone had a pocket full of grenades and when they wanted to start some ruckus they just found that person, took the pin out and threw it at them. We would all have grenade battles and people world riot. This would lead to piles of innocent casualties such as piles of kittens and piles of hateful imaginary feuds between practicioners of hyper evolved cultural racisms. Maybe instead we could manufacture and distribute mystery grenades containing various styles of soup or pheromones or absurd amounts of glitter. If I got hit by a glitter grenade I would be both upset yet motivated to retaliate with an ugly grenade such that an immense ugly explosion would multiply the ugliness of said target by twelve. I don't know why but recently and naturally this comes to thought every other day.

presence rather than presents

Just thinking about purchasing shit for people makes me do this because it's such as crummy act of affection and I thinks these dinks should stop it. It's such a cop out, and oh do I hate cops. HOWEVER, this is painfully one of the most boss notes I've seen and I'm jealous for me neither giving or receiving this...

mr rodgers probly didn't wear shoes as a pirate

a couple of days ago i woke but didn't get up because i own this typecast of a newborn when i wake. I've vocally confessed this to me on the other side of the mirror. Few explanations have been charted but none have stuck because every morning is teeming with many. It still scares me and is never short of confusing. Waking up is confusing. When I wake, I feel that there is a momentary pause at times equivalent to a car about to start----that feeling right before you descend when you
jump of the roof of your house----or that moment after you punch in the last phone
number and before you hear the first ring---or when an l.e.d. of sorts that you haven't awared yourself of yet finally catches your eye in the off-blink position for an unusually longer time then finally comes on----stuff like that. It's been like this and I haven't grown out of it since grade school dang!!!! Is it normal to not know what's going on or where you are or when it is you wake? It's like my body is encoding all the pieces and bit by bit I'm connecting into this skintastic bloodclot.

When I wake up I hypothesize a strong three seconds (sans stimuli) is there for absolute possibility. I'm talking eyes not even open yet, no pee motivation, no gotta or complaining, no on purpose processing. This is the time where there is no time, like curtains closed type shit. Within these said three seconds could be mad happenings especially in the energies of a universe!!! Outerspace?! There have been those that have said that this brief moment can be thrust into self invention, playing with the future and intriguing notions.

I'm gonna start sleeping in different places in order to test how I'm affected by where I sleep. I'm thinking color concentrated cocoons like a completely red tent or a completely green tent. I'm also toying with ideas like waking up and functioning blindfold for the first hour or sleeping underwater.

It's better than sleeping on this couch I've been on for a month. Every morning i wake my spine is sardined somehow and I have to crack it. And when i crack my back it sounds like when you eat corn nuts. I'd like my spine to crack so that points appear/float/disappear slowly like the points mario gets when he head buts a brick. If not that I'd like my spine to crack in a pleasant octave.