Sunday, January 25, 2009

I am

I am the computer. I am about to take your soul.
ha ha ha ha ha ha ah ha ha!!!!!!! 1. 2.
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Friday, January 23, 2009


That voice inside your head that you don't know where comes from that shows you pictures and whispers things to you........
When a thought keeps coming into your mind and you dismiss it only to find out later that you shouldn't have......
You somehow know something and have no idea how or why....
You can fill in the blanks with many more and we call intuition in the English language. What it is and where it comes from we don't know. People postulate all kinds of theories on it and have a million answers to what this is.
Some have said also that a coincidence isn't a coincidence. It has hidden meaning. I don't know about any of it.
Maybe......intuition is the small whispering voice of God. 1. 2.
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Thursday, January 22, 2009

at dusk and at night when it's warm

Photo by Manz

Sometimes it's nice to just look up into the sky at dusk. I don't know why, but I have some sort of natural born talent to make people uncomfortable or to just piss someone off. It's like I have some kind of star wars jedi master mind power that goes out and surrounds the area.
It is good to look up into the sky at dusk. Let out a deep breath of air in a meditative sigh realizing that it's difficult to be comfortable in your own skin. Relax and look. Wait and watch for the stars where your mind can wander around in the heavens while you sit and watch on earth. Looking into the dusk as the stars appear for their near nightly performance on such a grand stage.
Forgetting about all the people. Forgetting about your jedi powers. Just looking and watching into the night sky thinking, wondering, and talking to God. 1. 2.
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Moderation of the Flowers

photo by Manz
The flaming beauty of female forces. Warmth emanates from her burning
passion as she is cold dressed in mysterious darkness. Cold surrounds her, yet she warms her immediate surroundings. How can you run away from the danger when you are
cloaked in the ice cold air? She invites you to come ever more closer to her confines.
Shivering, you want to come closer, and closer, to that warmth, to touch her......and
you do. Careful not to keep your hand in the flame too long or the numbing cold in
your fingers will turn to burning. Too cold and too hot both have a similar
Flowers are such beautiful creations endowed to us all by the Great Creator. The flame wonders across the stage endowed with gifts divine. Fill the deep, dark, cold, void of cold lonely winter despair. The perfect time to get next to the passion is on a cold evening, night. 1. 2.
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Friday, January 16, 2009

Hate Anger

Anger and hate spread quickly like a virus. 1. 2.
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Thursday, January 8, 2009

Catz Perfection

photo by manz
Nothing is perfect..........except, well, maybe.........
this cat.
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Image by Manz
I'm not sure why, but it's fitting, this image is huge. Flood. First, beautiful picture of painting inside my mind of a perfect somber flood is somewhat intrinsic in natural nature.
Loving those close, but separated by injustice in humanistic nature we follow and flow to the extreme. Love, love love. Hate, hate, hate. Am I not human?
Rain, creek, river, lake, sea, ocean. Remember the old time days when the water inhabited and ruled the entire earth and universe? Oh, oh, only if you are beyond the sphere of the mortality of humanity.
Damn! Why did Layne Stayly have to die so young? Wasn't he such a comfort to the angriest of old and youth at the same time?
Flood. Flood. Flood.
Wondering, meandering, through injustice day and night, through the historic and fraternal history of what we call man or humanism....
Ahh, yeah, I have to say, the very best of it all, even if inspired by the morning, is music. Do you not love music, whether it is the natural song of a bird or the electric wale of a guitar? Above all music is power. So, powerful, ahhh, yeah. Can you feel it? Can you feel the music? Can you feel?
No wonder the Morning Star was the most favored of the One that we call God. The greatest musician of all, he was, and still is.
It is fun to fish. Riding in a boat is substantial. On the open water is somewhat overwhelmingly powerful and sublime fear at the same moment.
Oh.....Where were we?
Don't drive into that. It looks too deep.
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Wednesday, January 7, 2009


Compuuuuuuutterrrrrr. Compuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuutttterrrrrrr.

The zombie like mobs with blazed eyes of fire chanted that over and over again as they marched onward towards that great Manhattan screen. Nothing was on the screen but the color blue. The blue screen of death, although some get the black screen of death, nonetheless it was blue. No static, no noise. All that could be heard was compuuuuuuuuuuttttttttterrrrrrrrrr. Over and over again in a mesmerizing hypnotic voice. It was as if this mob of millions had but one voice; one brain. You could see the fire in their eyes. Like some kind of nuclear meltdown in some sort of sub atomic level. All as one but not one as many? The legions were searching and calling for compuuuuuuuuterrrrrrrrr. Lost, and damnd. Wondering.
OK! We're back online now.
The Net is back up.
The mob of people rushed off down the streets dispersing into buildings, subways, taxis, etc. Off to work wherever or whatever it might be.
"That was a close one, man." said the chief engeneer.
"Yes, indeed. " said the man.
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Sunday, January 4, 2009

M Words

Master! Master!
mission making mayhem
makeshift mental man,
mapping meandering mischief,
missteps maze made,
my mansion making mind,
messing more, missing more,
Malkovich movie man,
Mango mission muse
must manage my mind,
meant mostly, meaning majesty
...................Mr. Man

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Thursday, January 1, 2009

Happy New Year!!!

I hope everyone has a great New Year!!!

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