Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Since the beginning of our very first suspicions of war (Cain, Abel, or such) each generation never hesitated to participate in it, including ours. It's amazing, the instilled ethic of go kill other humans far away if we have to, only if we have to. And so the generations kill themselves a little. You can almost get clinical about this stuff. Makes for some theater. And for those within, if not killed immediately they tend to hold a reasonable war-like opinion that they might force benevolent understanding on the world. Yeah war, the human song. There's an art to it after all. She loves me, yeah yeah yeah. The weapons keep getting better and now we can fly. It's getting a little closer to G-d.

Funkadelic wrote, "There's a tidal wave of mysticism surging thru our jet-age generation", only to conclude "I'm feeling better by the pound". They also wrote "If you don't like the effects, don't produce the cause". Action and reaction, wow. I might as well be Newton in some back pew drinking from a flask or something.

Okay, so it's agreed that on this planet a slight drug haze is of concern and I grew up with that sort of language from the sixth grade on, but is anyone surprised? Shit, If the Sixties were allowed a revolution then why can't we rebel against against a digital wall closing in, against the drowning cold numb of numbers? Where the hell are we? That's what I want to know.

Libertarians gone wrong.

See, the thing I like most about Libertarians,
they buy you a beer and talk about how government is too big.
And then they might try to run for office in their next breath.
They seem always above criticism.
I like that in a drinking partner.

Simple things.

If only we could remember them,
and some of them are simpler than others,
granted, if only I could remember the order.
One day I made Astoria and Kari was there.
She was headed to Seattle and so was I.

We had some tape to listen to for now.
We stopped at Denny's, comfort poison.
She was excited to see the mountains.
I hadn't seen the mountains in years
so it made sense.
Simple things.

Meditation. I'll get up many times before the song ends,
to reset it, you see it's only 2:39 long, that song.
Sam and Dave, 'Hold On, I'm Comin', and I just may be
the most somber person in history to listen to that song.
All I know is it broke me this afternoon,
made me bawl, almost made me angry,
hold on I'm comin',
but what can I do?

Just random thoughts, emotions
from the last couple of days.
Kind of treating the board like a blog.
Sorry. I think I'm done with it.

monologues & simple things, good stuff for poetry!! board & don´t worry!!!

Don't apologize, Nazz. This is great. Following lines of thought, moment by moment or day by daze.

It's a nice spectrum. And when we talk to ourselves we talk to all only more quietly.

Being is such a nice feeling. And we all can do it our own way.

I once thought I was close to having a nervous breakdown...whatever the hell that means...

I was listening to...

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Somewhere over the rainbow...

and man...I was blubbering like a schoolgirl.

What can any of us do...endeavor to prevail.

i had to watch comercials and get all the shit i need in my head so i just read the orginal post. I watch random youttube stuff all the time. i love bret easton elliss. I am trying to publish a short book that hardly has a main charictor and changes from 1st to 3rd to 2nd to 3rd person and is all about myself... i feel asleep last night watching 1984 on the web--i am in a little hut out in the country at my parents cabin aND INSTEAD OF WRITING i have spent most of the time watching random internet videos a disporptionate amount being porn. I can't write, I need distraction, my mind, the mind of the A D D generation--the so consumed consuming...

its not that thesethings do not pop into the mind, it's why did they not pop into the human conscience mind earlier? 1984? orwell, the 60s

so what people have just thought and talked about it....

the 60s!

and people did shit about it.

sorry I got a text message....

back, what was i thinking about, lets see what i can find to watch i feel sad...

mnaz asked

Where the hell are we? That's what I want to know.

nice run of thoughts...had a natural progressive feel to it, a creative purging of ideas that needed to surface.....liked the ride........

Hey, Nazz, did you see the picture Mingo painted for you?

http://i360.photobucket.com/albums/oo42 ... orNazz.jpg

Bee ute ee full!

it's not just about the wait, it's about the road trip. hold on to the simple things & to your dreams, mr. nazz. those will get you through.