Blog Poste deux- Qui?

I like coffee, I like the sun, I think earth is brighter when smiled upon. In other words (please be true), it would make my week to actually be served this.






somewhere I'm not
scatterbrain.
somewhere I'm not
scatterbrain.
lightning fuse
powercut.
scatterbrain

-Thom Yorke

I get like this much anymore, Scatterbrained, like the world became a wind tunnel and I am still hiking through it. It's an intense phenomenon that comes with coffee, or supreme dehydration, little sleep, and perplexing ideas. I was very glad to hear Mr. Yorke say this, because i think he knows what i'm talking about. Health is not priority for artists. "Lightning fuse powercut." in a low voice, like how we talk when we're in the dark, but scarcely falling asleep. We are not confused, but quite fused with everything else. A glorious climax of mental continuity with the electricity of the air, and the people, and the words, and--! Somewhere I'm not . scatterbrain .


so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

-William Carlos Williams

16 word to do so much if you've an idea of what to do with them. perfect doesn't get, but paragonal, it's a word, i just made it up, just for the sake Ms. Cassel's sake.

Everyone , ever who has

He picked up the children's history book and looked at the portrait of Big Brother that formed its frontispiece. The hypnotic eyes gazed into his own. It was as though some huge force were pressign down upon you-something that penetrated inside your skull, battering against your brain, frightening you out of your beliefs, persuading you, almost, to deny the eviddence of your senses. In the end the party would announce that two and two made five, and you would have to believe it. It was inevitable that they should make that claim sooner or later; the logic of their position demanded it. Not merely the valididty of experience, but the very exsistance of external reality was tactically denied by their philosophy. The heresy of heresies was common sense... he wrote, "Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two makes four. If that is granted, all else follows."

George Orwell, 1984 (pg. 80-81)

that's it. voila. abrakadabra.