Digital music

Equalizer modulator

With knob's to twist and retard limits

Sequenced loops and samples

Ambient reverb programed

Over synthesizer's layered melodies

Ribbon pad, pitch high ratio,

Falling effect's,

Beat's per minute

Scribble-scrabble,

Cable's across the board

Digitized mania,

Relax's everything in mind

Alienated

Past time mock's my void,

Hole's inside of hole's

Rubbing together,

Creating blister's

Bleeding gums,

Attribute sanitation,

Hygiene,

Lower education,

Silenced.

Nowhere is anywhere

When a million people

Walk your city-town

You are nobody

A grain of salt or sugar

Transparent alien

Grabbing at thing's

Running a fever this time around

Scratching at yourself

Center latitude

In discrete

Standing straight

Wide open

Hallucinations

Junctions of paths

Stand and wait

Let go, and turn around

Decision making

Not yet made, obsolete

Headquarter's to barricade

Self locked in a room

To hyper ventilate

Straight forward, a mistake

Turned around like alway's

When to change?

Hallucination's far too wrong

For that death in the family

Creature's stir all over the body

Hit hard in you belly

Fasten yourself to the wall

Fatigues, war boot's, and army suit

Shooter gun on the rack

With many others'

Hard to pick

decision making not a thing

inny minny miny moe

Sharp shooter ready to go

End is near

Squad get ready

For there is something in the air

Day next

wake up

hallucinations gone

burn the boot's

Smell the leather

Fatigue root's change the scene

Abandon lonliness

Chance fact

Happen's less often

And when it does

Take that chance

Never second guessing

A million thing's pass your way

A million time's a day

And you don't speak

Forgo the intention

Of heart's willing's

to believe

Something surfaces

Happen's at last

Instinct to run

But chance never happen's

Go at it, arm's up

like out the womb

Fear guessing

The understanding

Of attachment

May just happen

Because chance never happen's

Not like this

Degree's of likeliness

Welcoming

no running

No pondering

that black face in the mirror

after such a poke in the eye

when staring at you

Forever unknowing

It's not a lie

It was inevitable

Why was there fright

in the very beginning

Change yourself,

you are not alone anymore

Be fare ground,

it's not all about yourself anymore

Because chance never happen's

not like this,

an open heart

felt again

Time to let some affection in

Time enough to abandon

detachment, imune loneliness

sunshine

The sun came crashing in,

onto the floor,

and when I look at you in the moment,

I want more.

Past certain corner's,

everything blast's yellow,

fastened to the ground.

The sun make's it's sound.

Gentile heat strike's on our face,

like you do, when I'm all astray.

Carry on we shut our eye's,

and feel the the yellow orange,

inside our mind's,

no need to show open heart's,

the sun glare clear's our tear's

and tear's us apart,

in wanting our shadow's

to be fixed upon,

we follow them discretely.

Path our way through the distance

turn's dark, and darker still,

pale first hue, then deep across the hill,

hand in hand silenced strikes.

No need for words,

It's a wonderful evening,

shallow breath, whisk's of clouds,

coat's, and scarf's, no umbrella,

no sprinkle, no rain.

No rush, no muck, no havoc.

Shadow's lurking electricity; song

Energy give's off shadow's you can not see

Pleasure is infonaut

Stagnetic pulsing

Shadow's lurking when we kiss

Grey and pink

Static electricity

hovering

Knee's bent

An answer, a prayer,

Is this happening,

because chance never happen's,

not like this.

Any more reason electricity exists.

Shadows lurking me home.

up waiting for the sun

up waiting for a sore pinched nerve to heal

up all nite

desperate

depending on self

to finish a god damn thing at last

Monday's storm song

Dry outlandish-scape horizon turn foggy

Wash a hailstorm inwards downpour

Sporadic triangular hillside's,

Vernacular coastline

Set astray in a leather jacket

Turmoil combust's

Spot's of turquoise

Earth round-about

Flat on the ground

Silkscreen black pavement wet rain-set

Curvature align the straight arrow street sign

Growing pole's and electrical wire's

Muck on the ground grout

Turn over, more over.

Ever after, streak sky set's

Black with white speck's

After the storm

Ocean Beach, San Fransisco

Titled titled untitled wave;

Ashore dependent boundaries

Broken tyrant pondering's

Descending, closure past pardon reflection's

A new wave

A bridge afar

No post standing's

A new wave

Fresh air at if only

At if now it is lonely

A new wave

Crashing wave

Untitled wave

Anew wave

Sun shore

Where we wore

Our untitled heart's

We lay

A new wave

Undone everything

Everything undone

A new wave

Post pardon discussion

Of what's to become

Of this/that/you/me

Distance tyrant refuge

wait un-if unto

Not knowing

Wave's settle

Glandular vocal's

Listen

We listen

Broken tyrant pondering's,

Closure past pardon reflection's

A new wave

Titled untitled

Flashing sun shore

Integrated

None to finish the end

Unfinished beginning

A new wave

Ashore; new broken boundaries

Unsettled, dry sand

Packed, into then sand castles

Busted, breached, higher peak

A new wave

Undone everything

Everything undone

A new wave

Post pardon discussion

Of what's to become

Of this/that/you/me

Distance tyrant refuge

wait un-if unto

Not knowing

Wave's settle

Glandular vocal's

Listen

We listen

To A new wave

Light is light

Past falling breeze

Into winter ease

Changing up thought's

Of old tragedies

Into new reality

Simple you see,

With you near

Nearer now, even so

A captured moment

Put's me out

Loose and open

Behavioral learnings

You the remedy

Of night's less tragic

Of morning's more stigmatic

And ongoing

Free to release

Portion's of life

Existed in the dark

Light is light,

Forevermore

Music=the existing us

Simultaneously, pitter-patter, we splatter the same earth

And not knowing anything, that us two exist, is a wonderful petty mess

Ton's of quiet in between the miles,

Where two static electricity's are a miss

But bended though, they will get

When tapping into the same link

And button-pushing, heart-thinking, fast-forward, slow-motion-

The mile's quietness cease to exist

Bent-static, pitch-tork, fractal-bit's, came together

And tuned in

Beat-and-beat-and-beat after beat

Realization:

If it wasn't for music

Non of this would exist

My Edit of Scene's from Twin Peak's Movie

Twin Peaks Fire Walk With Me; Edit name: Thing's get stranger every day

freeing need

Atomic inferno, hyacinth color burst out, screaming stream, freeing need, and letting go.

Desire's are, for this, for this inferno-let-go, to bring out a suspended life form, an elongated gate way, of knowledge, terminate gesture's, which form the line around me.

Significance

I was in a state

But I begin to relate

To a thousand noises

of peculiar determinations

Loaded internally

In mind

hindsight mortality

Significant dreams

None of shame

Or far from reality

pigion's

stumble feet tripping, cracking ankes

breaking toes

lost in the shadows

pigions mutilated

electrocuted wired poking devices

no love

scrap for crumbs

____________________________

I am a giant

Looking up at me

No fear

They walk towards me

I feed them my potatoe chips

sometimes i see them dead

on the curbs from busses

______________________________

Pitch noise

the pitch everlasting

goes high bright

and low dark

everlasting pitch noise

switch a switch

and static

beats siren notes

i care because you do

you care because i do

pitch noise everlasting

shades of bright and dark

in the memory gland

like your hands

November into December 2011

So, well, here the year comes to an end

Right now the leave's are changing, and falling

And start flooding the gutter's and drain's

For me, the end is the beginning

Of anew

Like the trees shedding

,

See them speading their seeds

Not asking for anything

Accepting everything

As I've learned to do

By watching

,

Gathering

Wanting

Words you speak so clear through my dyeing ear

So sharp I hear, peircing down my throat and heart

what is near/ what is short?

Far beneath is out and open for you to see

It'sme this time around,

I'm comeing around again,

And anew

Out of the blue

And fantastic so,

You blew up my wall,

And up I went,

You caught me so perfect

And it's different

Two pair's of noise collecting static

Thrown around, to stand still

Against open door's

I'm following through

Wide open eyes

Set transfixed

Under beautiful black eyebrows

Set time at last

It is at last

Time

haunts together at once

The street's linger a decisive attitude,

Set you straight in a mood,linger's on,

It's nite, and dry. Cold.

Hand's in your pocket's

Trenching through your path

A regular amount traveled

The same old route

Diffierent attitude

Stuck this way for now,

And you can't tell how it goes,

How you feel, it's haunting

That's all you know.

Destination traveled

Afar, not more than usual

the same old route

the same old avenues, blocks,

Street lamps, stop lites, and signs.

But never the same people,

But similar one way or another.

different faces, but same old style.

Destination recieved

You feel the same haunt

So it's time to drink.

Drink it off, as much as you can,

and you lose the haunt.

sky looping attitude,

here, the same face's

Paticularily in the corner

What's going on?

you greet them.

After a double whiskey free on the house,

"What's up , my friend's"

you say,

You feel lucky, the haunt is gone

You feel free,

to get tanked tonite,

forget everything.

But maybe recap your feelings.

And simularities, in everybody.

"What's going on?"

"How did we meet?"

Inevitable, tonite

they all had a haunt

together at once.

november into december- 2011

Well it's been hell of a year, I can not say it went by fast, or slow by

that matter, it's been weird. All thing's of every kind were there. Different

people, opposites from one another, man after man, thing's I put myself through,

to hurt myself and teach me a lesson, which paid off in the end. A trip to the mental

hospital, a first for me, and finally a regular cocktail of prescription's, no more this or

that trial and error. Mental breakdowns, and manic spells, to depression and wellness,

swirls of moods, now November into December, a new life is beginning I can say, which in December never happens. A hope, and feeling that i may belong on this earth, for reason's I am well appreciated for thing's I have done in the past, and not be shun for. A comfort in love I have not felt for ever. The end is near, for this year. Day by day, i will still take it, but not afraid my future being lonely anymore, as there has been found a noticeably different fellow here for me on earth. Inspiration hit's the ceiling for now, and thing's get stranger everyday.

The natural feeling of painting

She paints to see inside herself. She can't deny she's dark inside, but too many colors out the outside world. Deep. Too deep they hit her hard. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> She paints to see inside herself. She gets it out stroke by stroke. Mixture by mix. If any pain, it can be fixed. She gets a dirty mess she loves. Gets deep into it. Her hand's camouflaged in the landscape sun. Her head clears up, brush down and up the panel down and up the panel. Up. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> She paints to see inside herself. She is dark on the inside, dark on the outside, but color comes out. She sees too many colors. Her mind lets it bleed. Gets it all out. Gets it all out. let it bleed.

ABSTACT ART

ABSTACT ART, a set on Flickr.

Theo Jansen

Anew

Anew

I can’t tell who’s cast this spell on me

It’s wicked touching me

Places go along with my footsteps

The corners I turn

With my eyes closed set

Benches I’ve cried and sat at

All the books I’ve read

And denied your face at

It’s time I know

I’m changing into anew

Thing’s I’ve said

Pacing back and forth my backyard

With that spell casted behind my back

Into a block of ice

Statue

It’s time I know

I’m changing into anew

My mornings

My mornings by cloudsgrey