In The Black Box


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What about it all

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That is the problem. The second part comes following like a truck on acid, barrelling through it all. When the end lands like that you just have to drop it all and watch. Let it happen. Put it all aside and pick it up next time. 

Res tips and red top. Yea. This is how it tolls. The pressure to act and move. To register a good time. To put in the effort. Pit your mightiest against all the odds. Stand up to it. 

Then the antagonist enters the frey. Puts it this way and that. Wants improvements but disregards the quality at hand. Want results. Want the best. Why not? Where is the right person? 


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December 17, 2009 at 2:29 AM

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And i saw this….

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…What should one say? or do for that matter… lying alone in the head of it all. Watching. It seems completely out of your mind yet, you know it isnt real, you know it isnt actual… and sometimes it is that much too weird or wonderful.. and you know.

I can’t help but feel that this time it told me something. I felt it right there, across the surface of my skin. her hair and arms… stretching for something, it seemed professional, purposeful… and then it just happens, unplanned… but you want it.. and you see the real in it, and you know.. pushing it away… that was the real – pushing it away. This reality that know’s it’s something you can’t quite achieve at this time.. something that can’t be erased in a split second. .. and even the unreal is regulated and stopped… even the unreal is limited…

Then you see the figure… lit by a shaft of light… connected to someone or something by a phone… thin… bare… nearly completely bare… different… and like some old film stuck on a loop it plays over and over.. caught in the light between the curtains by the window… talking… pushed away from me… but immediately wanted and desired… standing in the light… completely revealed… they were perfect… different… they brought fear… but it was then that you knew that it wasn’t completely wrong… that there caught in the light was the answer… not a direct answer but a suggestion of one…

and i can’t remove that loop… i am still waiting to wake up…. i don’t want to let go of it…


Wake up.

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November 22, 2009 at 3:47 AM

Bubbling Blue Screams of Light Intense

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And we wonder who there was in that person… why that person? and we wandered and wondered. They execute with perfection the failed week and the demolished sanctuary of the fearful world.  This will not be televised.. do i have the ability to express over this jive? This verbal poetry? Yikes thats another gem in the forest… it makes your head spin in movement amazing. In strength disaster.


This wont be the last.. and yet the time is constant.. the time is ever strolling towards the finish line.. the start of yet another day of execution.. on either side of the fence… lets set ourselves up right in the middle of that wooden forest.. let’s get sorted.. lets find a toilet bowl with meaning..


Meaning… errrrrg in this temple the meaning makes perfect sense… i think



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November 5, 2009 at 1:52 AM

Just in the shadow stood….

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….Representative… been there seen that. And everyone slouched around him, and everyone understood the light blue.

Hazey liquid, looping in air turbines… twisting wet tongues around every limb… pulled up and around we lose ourselves in the fabric.. lose ourselves in the bubbling everyday music… the urban and suburban music, the slow rhythmic predictable… the even handed sanity of it all… the 4/4 groove… nothing changes and nothing needs to change..

And i stood attempting to give him the respect he deserved… the grey air whispering the truth.. all as the groove let loose another punishing power.. another wave of electricity..

And gurgling it down week by week… we hesitate at the struggle and ignore the easy. It’s never more than another piece of earth in the furnace… it’s never more than that.

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October 20, 2009 at 2:55 AM

So you wont know…

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….’till you take your head out and sort the mess.

I have been floating around the target for days now… application to the important things perhaps and thats fantastic, but there are still obligations. Some things are seamless.. you don’t know where one thing starts and the other ends. But now i know that there must be structure to most things in order for them to work the way you want. Perhaps a compromise will make the goal easier to reach… I may want one thing… but i wont have that opportunity until i try another thing.. and now it seems like a mess. Perhaps because it is all slower, perhaps because it is all up in the air and i don’t know what i am doing exactly. I have all the tools sitting there and looking at me.. but i fail to apply what is needed… as if my body has given up.

Put the pieces together and sort it out, its that simple.

So lets sort it out – right here and now… what is there to consider..

The Life – and all Six parts of it…

The Book – and the hours that must be committed

The Occupation – And the Deadlines

The Airwaves – That open my eyes

The Words – To which this will go a long way

The Noises – that are everywhere and i am missing at every opportunity

The New Music – that has a new face, one that i have yet to say hello to

The Images – That forever will be lost

The Old Music – That feeds the veins

And i wonder if it is at all possible… we will knock off one in three short weeks.. the others as time passes.. but there is nothing stopping the on going practice… the ongoing ideals and ideas.

Dont listen to them, this time its just you – it’s just you, and you have to do it…. you have to sort out the mess – This is where you like to be.

In the black – between lightbulbs that shine on nothing within your walls.. blank canvas – double guarded.. not obliged to be or do anything – let loose and free to be free. They say it is inferior – they say they are superior… what they dont understand is the liberation of it all – no longer involved in it.. it doesn’t matter who you know and what you said and did with who and where.. its not about this or that event any more… its not about the involvement, it’s not about that time we will meet…

… it’s just a number between 1 and 100.  Its just another percentage, just another average, just another one.

It’s not the difference you will point out.

And why did it start here? Why in this way, so subtle.. i returned to this, left it for so long and wondered why it had not reared it’s head before.. and i am thankful for what i have.. and the 13 that i never even noticed coming and going. The other 12 had seemed so substantial… but now its just another number… and i rejoice in reaching the point when it is just another number before 24….36….48…. and whenever else…

There is nothing better.. and smiles will shine from the black, as i dip my head in different waves, some older and some more contemporary. This is not just about the best new vibrations any more… must take time to sort it out and lift the roof up higher.

Expansion… development… enhance and perfect. .. perfect… and be proud.

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September 30, 2009 at 1:36 AM

Here goes another one…

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… it’s tough figuring out what that little thing is that is missing. You put together everything to the very best of your ability.. you try and try… yet working out the bits that missing.. the bit that will transform everything.. because as far as you are concerned there is nothing better, nothing that can match it.

What is worse is the noises you hear.. noises that sound just as good if not worse. .. if not better.. And you can’t understand why.

No you don’t want to have to be their friends… you dont want to have to know him or her… you don’t want to have to be “in”..  and if that is what’s missing then i will let the party come to me because that pole isn’t going to be sucked any time soon.

Then there is the long hours.. the worry.. the little things.. the wants.. the wants that become needs.. the needs that just wont give up.. and then you are in a bind. And the more you listen the weaker it becomes.. the weaker you become.. the less you believe.. and you look at them, and hear them and wonder what the fuck they did… and you try harder.

Like everything, it’s a big ol’ circle, but we knew that from the start.. and if you are the only statistic on a page… if you remain to be just the number  then it helps.. because it all starts with just a number… and we feel its only a second away.. 10,000… and we never see it coming.. post it somewhere.. and the world passes by the billboard… give that a go… drop it … let it work a little … let it work a little.

Then it’s just a circle.. because with one there will be others.. its turning and you are just trying to hop on the right carriage.

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September 13, 2009 at 2:48 AM