plans

You know what ok?
Im not just runnin around for no reason, ok?
I got PLANS.
(you got that shit???)
I aint no run-aroun-for-no-reason kinda mutha fucka; its all coagulating and coalescing and percolating and GROWING into a big fuckin smoothie of ideas.
Sweet, sweet original ideas. And if a train of sludgey gluey unhappy rambling zips by, dumping as it does a pound of backwards pony bull pond water, the kind that gets yer mind goin on all kindsa angry self critical non sense. Well then shake that shit off g. You got to keep the gears lubricated here, ok? Cant let em glue down, thats what’ll gecha. Your strength is in movement, dynamic uncatchable smile, and I think you know that. So just let that show a little, and those fucking broken-neck glue-down cats that yammer endlessly bout some shameful constricting noise won’t know what hit em, nor will they know what was in their presence til way later.
Ok?

Decibel →

“Sand Truth”

Sand truth initiates into global optic scan to find a new way thru the inchworm abyss

You appear to reach out a hand unferling and stretched towards me. I am touched

Saskachuwan gremlin grumbles menacingly towards the daytime soap opera

You don’t see the sunlight blasting inwards but I do, it’s right there in your little bowl of treats and snacks that your grandmother used to leave out for the friendly moths to come and socialize around but now you have clasped your paws around that bowl and thrust it into a new existence altogether, here in the midst of time

Reference to an old mountain sprite in the golden age of dusty youthfulness while I lay there seizing

Good god man! Pull your leg straps up out of your shirt collar, connected as they are to your kidneys and spleens and vitals organises, a true-round-country-time-splendabout

“Years”

Yayaya hymns to jump to gun

World wind antebellum crawl

Enter into your own

Sense of what is to come once you finally integrate the process of listening to the words flow outward, seeping away from the facial expressions of anyone you speak to, listen to their face construct a symphony of nuance, you do not necessarily have access to their unseen depths while you stand there oggling, but you may feel the external tendrils, the edge of their emotional state creeping into your awareness

Bitch Ive been doing this for years, im the man, whos skin opens up on up until the screaming pours out of my brain and into yours. Years! years of vibrating shaking trembling perception. Can you see it in my character? It drips down and stains my slick blazer jacket.

Well, when the years of rats come knocking on your doors and windows you’ll know you’ve been visited by me, or at least I may have spent an evening in your backyard in a small tent. I got a lil portable stove in there and a sack of potatoes and a lantern and a deck of cards. The rats keep me company and eat my leftover beans & weenies.

When the sun rises I shake off the previous evening’s tendrils and inhale the thick smoke of acrid failure (to compose a coherent narrative). It is a gleeful, knowing failure, because I don’t believe in your friends.

Rivets of laughter bolt through my spine

Ima

idiosyncratic, ornate, strangely folded being ~ eccentric old man in the center of things. Young soul who yearns painfully to be wise. Finds pleasure in looking at moss, flowing water, and vines. Is touched by music, and can give it as well.

Feels lonely easily, feels connected to other people easily. Comes and goes with ease, but holds on to ideas. Memories stick in my mind and howl and echo for years. I tear at myself thinking Ive done wrong, or not done enough. Contradicting impulses keep me spinning.

🏡🌿🎷

The Eccentric Community produces, on average, 10 albums of avant-garde saxophone music per year. They sit out in the garden, some on chairs, others wandering freely. Jugs of water and pots of coffee are set out in a central, easy to access location. Sometime around 10am they begin to rehearse and improvise, freely moving between folk-melodies, jazz and blues standards, and new compositions. The only set practice is that everybody plays a single tone together for 10 minutes to initiate the session.

On one occasion, an elder member of the central house emerged running out of the back door, naked, and exclaimed “My eyes are in tears and in flames at the multitude of sense perceptions I am experiencing! So loud, yet so subtle, this beautiful noise.”

eearth:

The real glo up is when you stop waiting to turn into some perfect hypothetical version of yourself and consciously enjoy being who you are in the present moment.

(via orangefalafel)