This is a collection of clippings from my writing files and I am putting them all here in this file and this book because my book was a little short on pages and i couldn’t publish a book and i didn’t know what i was going to do to publish these clippings so i had a chance to do so here and this is what i am doing with it. I think that there are some choice pieces here. I would include a table of contents for navigation purposes but i don’t know how to do that and i followed the directions and it still didn’t work so hokum.
First folio
These are business ideas, they are ideas that I keep close to my mantel because one of these ideas or a couple of these ideas is worth pursuing. The idea i pursue the most is writing. I typically find something wrong with every business idea I come up with but this is my current output in terms of thinking of business. I like Mooc at the Movie theatre that’s like a poor man’s university. I like it the best. Doing business with a movie theatre and creating a civic third place that leads to people making connections and learning and bettering themselves and improving their language and syntax but the rest of it is pretty good dig through and find what interests you the most and let me know what you think. I’m open to extrapolating on any of these ideas in a future issue of TODAY’S WRITING i’ll keep these files and keep working on this pursuit but if you want the truth I’d tell you right here at the top is MOOC AT THE MOVIE THEATRE and it’s a winner of an idea. $5 classes and a professor that can answer questions. Come on.
Business Ideas
MOOC AT THE MOVIE THEATRE
DIGITAL PRINTS FRAMED AND SOLD ONLINE
ONE HUNDRED CITIZENS A BOOK OF POETRY SOLD TO THE UNIVERSITY
MOVIE VIDEO FOR PICTURE FRAMES WITH RACHAEL AS DIRECTOR
BULLETIN BOARD PAVILION TO COMPETE WITH THE INTERNET
COMPUTER LABORATORY NON PROFIT
SELL POSTERS IN THE SAME ROOM AS A LARGE FORMAT PRINTER FROM GROK
START A SOCK FIGHTING COMPETITION
KINETIC TYPGRAPHY FOR FOOD IT’S A NON PROFIT PROVIDING 3D MODELING FOR FOOD LODGING AND EQUIPMENT
SELLING ADVERTISING SPACE AND CLASSIFIED LISTINGS AND SELL E BOOKS AND TAKE DONATIONS ON SAME SITE
SELL KINDLE FIRE UP RATE BECAUSE IT’S TRICKED OUT AND YOU GET MY DEBIT ACCOUNT
7X7 CHESS BOARD SAME GAME NO QUEEN KING MOVES DIAGONALY HORIZONTALLY AND VERTICALY AND AND AND HE MOVES LIKE A KNIGHT THAT’S THE KING HE CAN GET IN AND RIP IT UP BUT WHEN HE IS TAKEN THE GAME IS OVER AND YOU CAN DECIDE WHATEVER ARRANGEMENT OF PIECES YOU WANT BEHIND YOUR WALL OF PAWNS AND THATS A PRODUCT – FIRST GET A 7×7 CHESS BOARD PRINTED
A NON PROFIT COMPUTER LABORATORY THAT SELLS PRINTING OF GROK INSIRED POSTERS AND THERE’S A LOUNGE a kinko’s basically it’s a kinkos with a lounge and it sells user generated posters
A non profit coding center dedicated to processing.org
Art Gallery
English LIterature Mathnasium Code Ninja Need a book take a book we build our own library
A website that invites you to the club if your dance card is filled out to get in the club you need 5 people you’re going to dance with
Rent Home Movies
What about a trailer park upgrade? Buy 12 of these to rent out like in a trailer park lot of land? Be a tiny home landlord? After you make back your $200,000 it’s about profitability after that
Take each of these business plans to turn into a chapter and then write a chapter’s worth of writing for each chapter on his business plan and explain the importance of these business plan and a successful nature of each plan and go ahead and publish to kdp.com and add a book to your bookstore
You send us an email with the prose you want in your letter we print it off … fold it in thirds and mail it off to you recipient … useful for resumes you just include the address
Working on a magazine concept that partners with a school and proceeds from the advertising revenue go to pay or the school lunches …i’m saying if i can develop a business plan that pays for school lunches with a magazin concept i’ll be geeked
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@WLWT @kroger Kroger’s in Lebanon could also sell art supplies like I have some oil pastels, some pencils, some Strathmore paper and an easel … they’re dry goods just set a price and never back down
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@WLWT @kroger what if a manager handled social media at Krogers? like 45 minutes a day just do some nice work … maybe a read a primer on composition and he’s up to speed
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@WLWT @KROGER I just know Kroger a tough nut to crack in terms of getting permission to take the photographs I want maybe I could do it at 3am
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@WLWT @Kroger you know what if it got jewed down to for comfort sake if you had the team meeting but pointed out the new team member is here just with social media smartphone and they’re going to be photographing and filming small clips for the Kroger corporate offices downtown
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@WLWT @kroger like you’d have to have a team meeting like team Kroger’s this is our photographer they are going to be shooting at this location they can take photographs of whoever an whatever they want this is their job now
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@WLWT @kroger taking photographs at Krogers would be like shooting fish in a barrel i’m just saying
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@WLWT @kroger what if someone did social media for Kroger’s AT Krogers … like if I had an Apple Laptop and PHOTOSHOP on it and a Camera and if you gave someone carte blanche and they opened a Kroger affiliate twitter account and made an easy composition room look good easily
CANNED FOOD like the business of putting food in a can and pasteurizing it. Every can is a bankable commodity.
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A piece about modern consulting … develop like 3 consultations one of them is a pitch to a movie theatre about moocs one is a pitch to the Cincinnati Reds to develop an original baseball video game like start it off be the first pro team to have pro coders on staff because it’s all out in left field and develop a pitch for a church that they should have a need a book take a book box but it’s just for college ruled notebooks …
Now lock those in those are the consultations and write about how the internet never responds like these are just three emails out of hundreds and i’m proud of me i know i could have helped the story
because people think a fragile document written by 1700’s maga followers like because someone that could read in 1776 all 4 of those people in boston decided to give people that impression they have freedom of speech, freedom to own a gun, and freedom to turn away soldiers that needed quartering off the top of it but that’s not even it because we needed guns to hunt up until like 1900 when mass slaughter of beef started and we could all eat meat without having to do a weekly hunt like somewhere along the line it went from we need guns and it makes sense because we have to eat to we want guns and aren’t sure why we haven’t transitioned out of agrarian nation yet entirely there are still some relics of culture left behind in society memes really that need stamped out we did need guns 125 years ago for hunting and guns kept getting more and more manufactured and because people change so slowly like 3 generations ago we needed guns and now that third generation in is grown and we can put the guns down but our grandparents needed those guns and they were more moral and basically worthy of having guns but this ain that time so we need to lock the doors to our gun stores and declare them armories in case canada or mexico or china decides to physically invade and take on 300,000,000 which might not happen but it hasn’t come up yet what to do with guns the guns we needed to survive with were discussed in 1776 but like GLOCKS ain hunting guns they’re only for killing people and we should phase out guns and be more nordic
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Fourth Folio ________________________________
WE ARE
So sincere sincerity
We are like in matrimony
I could place a ribbon
Where your hair grows
We are not an item
We’re more just wearing clothes
I have seen you
Late night on sunday
You hide your body well
But you drew me in
WIth your ancient spell
I like this poem because it’s a romantic piece and the hardest line is
WE ARE NOT AN ITEM
WERE MORE JUST WEARING CLOTHES
It’s that we’re separated from each other and not as intimate as we could be but maybe we both need our space.
YOU HIDE YOUR BODY WELL
BUT YOU DREW ME IN
WITH YOUR ANCIENT SPELL
That’s a woman that’s every woman that’s a comment on the woman as a goddess
not even drinking coffee
got my blood clean
lithium in the system
so you know i’m telepathic
gon make this internet glisten
like I was made of magic
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3,000 and 8,000
I just thought of a One Story story it’s a 5 page piece about a portal that opened up outside this guys house and he has to spend 4 pages deciding on if he’s going to walk through it or not and in the end he doesn’t he throws his dog into it
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I wanted to write a request email. I am a starving artist that lives alone in an apartment and receives $1100 a month in state aid FOOD AND HOUSING combined and my folks amend the process a bit with books and the such. I don’t mind my situation but I could use some help. I need a powerful enough computer to run Adobe Creative Cloud and Cinema 4D and then I can be generating kinetic typography and digitally drawing on my 32″ monitor that I need. I’m not asking for money I’m asking for equipment. If the state of ohio is going to make a legal case out of my mental health then could it please dispense a quality keyboard and mouse and computer monitor and hard drive so that I can take this immense amount of time and put it to good use using my DAAP instructions and working to generate imagery that would be of use to the surrounding locale. The state came after me it put the police to work to force me to take medication and i have to take medication and i have to follow state guidelines and no one will hire me with my background so i have to do it myself and i’m talking about a $2500 computer that you may have laying around so long as i runs the software I can use it i’m not talking about apple or windows but i typically use windows apple seems to crash in my experience as a design student. so yeah … i need a piece of equipment to get me through the day and in return i’ll work for you in the digital arts. i just need time to practice.
8/24
Yeah I have a resume like University of Cincinnati, Hasbro, Eric Doepke and Associates Architecture, Hip Hop Congress, Sunfood Sovereign Local Social Worker and web master https://slushpile.github.io I have a resume like that and I don’t get hired so if I’m not getting getting hired with that resume then people that didn’t do well in school definitely have it hard I’m a good example of why there needs to be welfare because corporate America can’t be trusted.
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It was something it was a thing we could do it was because of me and it was because of you and we were mentioning each other in places we knew all too well we called it the game because at the same time our lives were acting out in various ways and there was something that we had inside of us that we knew was pure but the purity was fading as we were growing into elderly adults capable of anything because we had an internet we had this thing that was ours that we were given and we’re watching them leave and we’re picking up what they’re leaving behind.
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Meat Pills the idea that we would eat a pill as opposed to eating meat everyday everyday we eat meat but everyday we could eat a pill that would satisfy our hunger for meat and do just fine eating beans and lentils
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It was off the coast of New York City in the city and a lobster fishing vessel was at work chomping up the ocean. Jake had been on the ship for the last 6 months ambling up the coast line and working to produce a heavy reimbursement for his work trawling for lobsters. He was on the Minimad it was a very stout and trusty vessel that just needed upkeep to keep it up. They have many successful runs and their lock is big enough for any pull.
Jake knew to himself that this was the right form of work for him. He had adventure and danger and good food and good people and he was out on the water where the world was what they make it. He had 5 other fishermen on board with him taking care of the upper and lower deck and they had a cook.
Man in the Box
Tenth Folio ________________________________
What’s up … your my latest crush … last time i was into ice spice and then olivia tiedmann and snow the product and haley from paramore and taylor tomlinson and katy perry and lauren gibson and miranda derrick jordan grace jade chynowth and dytto and ktlyn courtney gibson… i’ve crushed on all those women and wrote them all … i’m an ohio artist … we can just wish …
What’s your fantasy?
Eleventh Folio ________________________________
The code just below is pseudo code for a character portrayed by 2d sprites it’s based on pushing directionals and each directional pulls up a new image corresponding to the directional chosen
If UP
1 png
If DOWN
2 png
If LEFT
3 png
If RIGHT
4 png
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The code below causes a character to randomly walk in a circle there’s an even chance he’ll or she’ll move in any direction so it ends up just dawdling around in a circle but that’s random movement pseudo code
rand(10)
If 0 to 2.5
Up
If 2.5 to 5
Down
If 5 to 7.5
Right
If 7.5 to 10
Left
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This code has to do with mouse movement if the mouse moves in a direction it checks previous location and compares it to new location and based on results a character moves in a direction it’s something that you need to move your character with a mouse
If mousey1 > mousey2 UP
If mousey1 < mousey2 DOWN
If mousex1 > mousex2 RIGHT
If mousex1 < mousex2 LEFT
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This is code for baseball its’ what chance you want your batter to have at the plate as a hitter and then it’s what chance you want to have them miss and it’s a clever HIT MISS pseudo code that determines without a major algorithm you simply apply the hit sequence to the 33% and you apply the miss graphical sequence to the 66% and you get your baseball game … it looks like something complex is happening but it’s really just HIT OR MISS and depending on HIT OR MISS you play the appropriate graphical sequence
33% chance hit
66% chance miss
If hit
then
Go into hit formation and hit
If
miss
Go into random formation and miss
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That cycles through a set of images and stops at 30th instance
for (let i = 1; i <= 30; i++) {
image[i].png
}
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If the computer was more D and D if there was like a 90% hit ratio for fast balls high and a 40% hit ratio for fast balls low and if its Fast and Sliding Left its a 25% hit and if it’s Fast and sliding right it’s a 50% hit and if for a better game you fleshed out a better hitting rubric for the computer so that it can get better over time or worse but i’m saying if there was a matrice of hit percentages that the pitcher didn’t know about and the pitcher would be up against stats and it would look like competition but the computer cant’s compete so you have to do the best you can
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When the computer pitcher goes to pitch they follow the same rubric as a human pitcher they just pitch following the rules of the game there’s a random variable that determines how they pitch
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When a computer batter goes to bat they face a random manifestation of pitching from the human pitcher
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If the pitcher slides to the right the computer batter slides to the right and just so if the computer pitcher slides to the right the batter slides to the right
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First before anything else get a pitcher batter scenario up and running
The scenario works with being from the pitcher’s perspective and in a 2 player game the pitcher chooses 3 locations on a 3 x 4 grid in the strike zone and based on if he hits his throw ends up accurately in one of those spaces and the batter has to guess which zone the pitch went to
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The keyboard is the input device the keyboard for the desktop tablet or smart phone same keyboard different device.
You take abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz you take that alphabet and that’s your main construct thats where the spells come from you type ICE you get ICE SPELL you type ICIER you get ICIER spell you type ICIEST you get the coldest spell then you have JKLMNOP that’s also a spell for X whatever you want there are stock spells and then there are spells you develop yourself the key is accuracy and speed at typing you want to nail that down like to type in the alphabet you want perfectly you might take 30 seconds to type it in and you stare at your hands the entire time but it gets done but you take a lot of damage in the meantime and nothing its just the start of a system that takes the spell casting mouse button selection cast there’s somet skill here you type your spell and then you click the mouse button to cast it
Twelfth Folio ________________________________
Woman: Wutcha Doin?
Man: Eating cereal.
Woman: What you doin today?
Man: I was going to do some modeling
Woman: Oh you gone use the computer again today?
Man: Yeah i was going to use the computer.
Woman: The lawn needs mowed and you want to use the computer.
Man: Did you just decide to pick a fight with me? Or did you plan this out?
Woman: No it started when you said you were going to do some modeling that’s the last thing you should be worried about
Man: Theres a future in it the local theatre said they would play my cartoon
Woman: I know and that’s fine but you need a 2nd job
Man: I’m not getting a second job you could work the streets
Woman: You know what fuck you
Man: You know what no fuck you
Woman: How are we supposed to get ahead in the world if you’re going to be on that computer?
Man: Oh now it’s about the computer i went to school for animation you know
Woman: Yeah that was a long time ago and you just decided two weeks ago to start animating again
Man: You know what it started in me when the local theatre said they would play my cartoon if i made one so i got started again i just asked them like hay if someone local does something will you show it andt they were like yeah
Woman: I’m proud of you but the lawn needs mowed
Man: I know it does
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MAN IN A BOX
Ah man ah mmm the fuck am i? … how did i get here? … what’s that smell? … i must be in the meat packing plant … who put me in here though? … hay! hay! someone open this box! HAY! HAY! SOMEONE LET ME OUT OF THIS BOX! it’s plywood good old plywood good old yellow brown ply wood … i was just at the bar and then i ordered a drink and i woke up here the fuck happen?
it’s just a box … he doesn’t know where he is or why he’s there but his thermal imaging signature is being picked up by a a radiometrophic device and we’re just keeping an eye on him … he doesn’t know we’re here or why we did this to him but quite frankly he should be putting it together that those emails he was sending to the television station weren’t affecting everyone one from Michael Eisner’s Estate to the Donald Trump Presidency to Elon Musk’s Campaign for mars this guy was all in with his outlandish intelligence and education he was trying to influence too much with too little and too often and that just bothered Blackwater too much so there he is in the box …
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I was thinking of writing a book based in the Gospel of the Return of Christ World … what you think … it wouldn’t be a sequel there would be no carry over characters it would be as original as the first exploration into that world with the 300 foot tall computer and telepathy like how would other characters explore it what would be their story line Lucius experienced a world where he had to ultimately be saved because of his telepathic powers that caused a doctor to need to attempt to permanently silence him and he was given salvation and returned home and met with adulation from the people that worshipped the dreamer what else would happen in that world what if there was a banker that realized he was telepathic and that he was connected to the computer and he started to notice his moods would affect the storks market thats one idea like whati if we didn’t waste any time and we rolled through this world and this was part of the concept that led us up to the story like a lengthy exploration of characters that leads to a coherent story like this is the mess that leads into a coherent story like if there was another character another man because i can’t write a woman not really i can talk about her cleavage a lot but i can’t actually write her honestly like a woman should be written i can write a caricature but i don’t think i could write
Fifteenth Folio ________________________________
I was gibberish shaken quality hastened manipulated laden and here i was … it was something of a muzzle dove a rise above i had nothing to give the place i love … something of a yeah i know the map was the first thing to go it was like heave ho you got the graces of god in you madam whizzle master hoodle um i was hum drum could it be a shape shifting drum that was you know this we were in lebanon ohio and i was tired of the heat tired of not knowing where the fuck i am you know that kind of tired just confused been here a month and lived in my apartment the entire god damned time without knowing a damn thing about a damn thing i had no money so i couldn’t ship in food from door dash or uber eats i couldn’t take a taxi downtown i had to god blessed walk the entire time and it was like half a mile to get there and i didn’t know what i was going to do about it i thought maybe this time i was going to go into my dreams and leave this dream behind but everytime i dream i come back to this reality so i know this is home home is where you always come back to when you’re done with your adventure it’s a safe place of manuevering through all the things you could be doing and knowing you should be doing this but that’s not what i experience in lebanon i have no map here no notion of where i am or how far anything is from anything and i swear to good rickens this situation is never going to improve someone is going to get into a wreck and this whole situation is going to turn in on it’s head it’s the most masterful work of god take a hard working family out of their home stead and lead them to some neighborhood in the north nothing i’m just whining i have no reason to like it here aside from the women look good they’re everywhere so its’ probably not hard to get pregnant if i take myself to a couple bars that much is probably true probably never too hard to get pregnant but i might watch just enough porn to have my
Sixteenth Folio ________________________________
I am starting at the letter H on my keyboard. It is between my right index finger and the letter G. Right now the letter H on my keyboard is the center of my Universe. In a way it always has been. I have always used QWERTY keyboards. I have an understanding of keyboard from consistent use over an extended period of time. I aware of the DVORAK keyboard. It is a different layout of keys on the keyboard. I know about it. I have considered purchasing it from time to time. The DVORAK keyboard. This guy.
The GUY that developed DVORAK. Is someone like me. I fucking hate that about myself. You want to know what I fucking hate about myself. That I think I can do something better than someone.
I know about Mathematics. Mathematics. It is a field of study that all of us know about. Numbers. Looking at situations. It is a style of perception that I am aware of. I know from conversations that I am adept at mathematical equations in that over the course of my lifetime. I know what has broken all of my relationships on a certain level.
Conversation. I know I am not pleasant to have a conversation with.
Mathematics.
When I am in a conversation I have never experienced something.
I have never reached a point in a conversation where someone went higher than me or lower than me. When I am in a conversation it is not even about the words when I am conversing. It is about the shapes. If there was something in regards to Synthenasia that I experienced it would be in conversation. I imagine everyone has this ability. I cannot imagine why that would not be true. So in my conversations I have always been someone that habitually deepens the shapes that I am participating in. Just styles of conversation.
When in a conversation with someone, there is nothing more exciting to me. I cannot become more excited about anything than a conversation. It is why living alone is so difficult. My mind. My very tool that allows me to hold conversation is well it’s becoming overwhelmed with potential energy.
I know this. I know the more time I spend by myself. The more energy I store up. Energy in terms of what my being feels the need to share. I have a feeling this would not be true if I did not have an interactive television set here with me.
I have one of them. I have one of the interactive television sets. I know there are a lot of them. I have an entertainment system. I have websites that I habitually spend time on absorbing information and still have no one to speak of what I have observed with.
The most strange in my life is this thing. This entertainment system that I am spending time on. I notice something. I notice that there are what appear to be millions of people using this entertainment system. I notice millions of uploads to YouTube. I notice so much and yet I have never to this day met someone that has spent time on this machine the way that I have.
I have gotten to the point where I am just going with it. It is a sum total act of bravery on my part that I continue to use this machine. I am at a point where I am unable to admit that the use of this machine was in vain. I have a catalog of Kindle Books available on Author Central and I am astonished and aware of this hubris that I am spoking. I do not see anyone spoking for this machine.
This entertainment system. This input device. I am still searching for the output that this entertainment system can provide. The other day not a week and a half ago. I received a phone call from Indianapolis and I was under the impression that the phone call was for a purpose that I was not interested in. I asked the caller if they could give me three reasons that I should speak with them and they could give me zero reasons and they hung up.
I have received so little evidence of output on this machine. I am aware that this is not true for a great many people. I know there are people that when they use this machine they experience cascades of output that create positive generative feedback loops.
Reddit for instance. A website that was co founded by a man named Aaron Schwartz. I never knew him. I just recently watched a documentary about him. I believe I am to understand that he committed suicide. I have no idea why he did that. I know that he was in a lot of trouble quite often. I saw video evidence that at one point this man named Aaron Schwartz was engaged in a massive sequence of events that involved the development of RSS a tool that I strangely find myself having used from time to time. I have used RSS and from the documentary of this man that I have learned about I learned something that he did.
He was caught on camera doing something where he had a laptop computer and he was downloading massive quantities of data from an organization. I am saddened to learn this. I wish I could have been closer to Aaron Schwartz as a friend or colleague. I share similar passion for this machine. I at this point can say that I do not love this entertainment system. I am aware of how much time effort and energy has gone into this machine. I am aware that this entertainment system to me from my perspective is a tool that my generation has taken to and there is Aaron Schwartz.
He killed himself. He is no longer alive. I wonder something. I wonder if all of the pressure that was focused on him from society finally got to him. I wonder if he felt pressure in his chest. I wonder if the pressure in his chest got to the point where it was too much for him to handle. I wonder if that is why he did it. I wonder what if he looked at life in such a way that he felt that there was no way to go forward in a way that he could bare.
I know this about Aaron though. I know I am a dramatically different person than him. I know that I have been more careful than him on this entertainment device. I just know that. I saw and bore witness to a video captured event where he was filmed by surveillance equipment downloading massive quantities of data and I just know this. If I had been a friend of Aaron’s and I was informed that he was doing this I would have provided him with this advice.
Make a phone call.
Ask for permission.
When it comes to downloading massive quantities of information from a corporate source. Take the time to ask for permission before doing something. Read the terms and conditions. Know that this this entire entertainment system is until , decades from now , a massive gray area. This entire piece of equipment lives in the gray.
Before this piece of equipment was unveiled to the public and was linked together and was taken from millions of local units and placed in a positon where millions of local units were given the ability to communicate with each other over a network of electrical passageways there was a lot more tradition in life.
Before this piece of equipment was unveiled there was at least as far as the United States goes, there was roughly 200 years of tradition that was being worked with an understood in this economy. There was.
It’s not that life was perfect before this was unveiled but there was something that was valuable that was lost.
It literally has everything with the concept of the Trickle Down believe it or not.
I am not certain as to why this piece of equipment was distributed in the fashion that it was. I am even more confused as to why this piece of equipment was placed in the business environment in the way that it was. It seems dramatically foreign.
I am not even close to pretending I know enough about this machine to be able to say what it is.
I on a certain level am at a point where I have recently developed a curriculum that I have sent to Mike Zender at the University of Cincinnati’s DAAP program where I am awaiting some kind of response. I was assuming that this equipment that I am working on at this moment was going to be retracted. I took a guess and apparently it has recently come to my attention that I guessed wrong.
I felt as though this equipment was a government project that was meant to collect data and that at some point the data would be collected and the equipment would be recalled in the form of a buy back or something of that nature.
I am now aware that apparently my guess was wrong. My hunch was not true. I had a hunch that this equipment would be recalled. I have now begun to realize that this equipment is not going to be recalled.
I have developed a curriculum that has been placed in the box of the greatest professor I have ever known. I have the pedigree that permits me to develop University Curriculum in a way that few people have the ability to do,
My pedigree is of that of a University Graduate who is now a University Professor at the University I graduated from. I have the pedigree that permits me to know how to create a curriculum. I have placed a 48 page document in the hands of DAAP that spells out a 12 year curriculum that prepares people to view this piece of entertainment equipment in a way that benefits the society that this equipment is in the presence.
I know about Aaron Schwarz. I know he killed himself. I wonder if the energy he felt that was coursing through him drew him to do such a thing. I know at the level of use of this machine that Aaron Schwarz was at that this machine is dangerous. I know that there is unexplained phenomena that thousands of hours of use of this machine will lead to one to wonder about.
I know that from my experience it is difficult for me to keep data and content on this machine in the numbers that I have crafted. I have created over 800 piece of video content and I know that I habitually feel the need to delete my video content. I know that the more video content I upload to this machine the more energy I feel in my chest. I know that his has never been explained to me before and I wonder if that is why people habitually do not use this machine on a regular basis because of the energy that it resonates with in the user that uses it. I know that the reason I do not use WordPress is because it seems to have an unexplained editor in it in that when I am writing prose in Notepad++ my writing is naturally more dense than my writing is in WordPress. When I am writing in WordPress I know that my inspired writing is different than my inspired writing in html code.
I know that when I am coding in HTML during a long enough session to an FTP account on POWWEB that I can feel an energy coursing through my body. I have noticed before that I experience what I can only describe as G forces when developing web pages on this entertainment system.
I know that one of the reasons I am quote unquote addicted to this machine is because my body associates using it with energy being released.
I know that it takes a tremendous amount of effort to use this machine and I know that more often than I care to admit that in a way that unless I speak about it I will admit that my consciousness is overtaken quite often when using this machine in the sense that I am moved to delete quite a lot of content from this machine.
I habitually experience rising and lowering of energy and pressure in my state of consciousness when using this machine and I know that I feel changes in pressure when I delete content from this machine. I know that I cannot handle having all of my content on this machine.
I know this may be unique to myself but I also know that it may not be. I have never heard this discussed before but I do know that I physically experience exotic forms of energy when using this entertinament system. I at one point in my life was fascinated with becoming an arena worthy concert performing artist until I found something that I would consider more interesting than performing live in front of thousands of fans.
Web Mastering. I cannot explain how hand coding in HTML and styling in CSS feels but I can let you know this that EUPHORIC is the only way to describe it.
I have a feeling I know why. It has to do with the detail oriented nature of the entire process. I habitually avoid using content management systems in favor of hand coding my work because I find that the euphoria found in using this entertainment system is worth my time to use it.
I do not know if it is a drug but I also wonder if it is healthy.
I wonder if the problems my ass experiences is worth it. Sitting for exotic lengths of time. I have spent thousands of hours voluntarily sitting on this machine. Uploading thousands of pieces of content only to habitually feel moved to delete the information. I have been overwhelmed with movement during the course of my life to delete more content than I have created. I have been overcome with I am not going to say Mysterious Spirit because I know that that would be ridiculous but there is a field of Scientology that speaks of the Thetan.
I have lost all of my studio albums and megabytes of data from placing all of my work in the Microwave and heating the work on High. I cannot explain why I did that because it does not make sense. I have been overcome with some energy force over and over again and I habitually feel as though I am being manipulated by a force of energy that wants me to habitually erase my online footprint.
I have no idea why. I know that this machine is something that I use a certain way. I leave a lot of comments on this machine. I leave comments for Professional Commercial Artists that to this day have never left me a comment in reply. I am fully aware that on a certain level to a certain group of professional artists that I may very well be the most god awful annoying individual on this planet because of the comments that I have left. I place myself in the shoes of those more experienced in theatre than myself and I know how I would feel if there was someone that was sitting in their apartment receiving state benefits for having Bipolar Type II Disorder, or Schizoaffective Disorder, or Even this one time I was diagnosed with Schizophrenia. I have also been diagnosed with Genius and Failure and I have been diagnosed with Standing Ovation and I have been diagnosed with Handshakes and I have been diagnosed with receiving a University Diploma and I have also been diagnosed with being Outgoing and I have been diagnosed with being someone that has traveled the world. I have been diagnosed with many conditions that describe me.
I know that if I were known by millions of people that I would have graduated from ever having to use this machine. I know that if I were a professional content creator that I would not use this entertainment system. I can role play with this machine. I see Barbie and Ken Dolls in Character on this machine and from time to time and I do not know if anyone else does this but I leave comments for the Barbie and Ken Doll’s Characters that I see on this machine. I am of the understanding that quite frankly and maybe some people that leave comments as well might want to know this that there is a great chance that Blue Check Mark or Not that these artists are not using these entertainment devices and on a very real level it very well would be in their best interest if they did not.
When it comes to this invention what is uploaded to this invention is for studying this invention only. I let off steam leaving comments on Vevo Profiles because I have been exposed to a culture that involves people having comments to make about the characters of the people that develop characters and persona’s that they outlandishly portray themselves to be on the stage and I know that people create characters that are meant to entertain the audience the people that live their life in a certain way that may have stage fright.
The audience to me is the group of people that has stage fright. I have seen on this entertainment device people engaging in behavior that I cannot do. I have seem people filming themselves climbing up thousands of feet in the air. I know that there are people that do not have a fear of heights. I know that there are. I know that there are people that have no idea what a fear of heights is. I know that there are people that do. Like me for instance. I cannot do something very simple. There is a place in this country that has a glass floor to it. It is at that grand canyon. I know this about myself. I know that my mind would not be able to comfortably walk across a glass floor overlooking a deep canyon. There is a part of me that naturally knows that there is nothing to fear when walking across the glass floor but I know I would buckle at the knees when it comes to walking across that glass floor and I know that quite frankly that there are people that could skip rope on that glass floor as well. I would pass out.
I know that there is a massive amount of people that are naturally afraid of speaking in public. I know that there are people that are afraid of speaking to groups of people large and small. I know that there may even be people that have a fear of conversation. Introverts. There may very well be a large number of people that love this entertainment system because this thing this network of machines may very well be an introvert’s best friend. For people that have difficulty speaking in public for an audience that has never taken the time to step on to a stage and perform personal works of expression of the human condition this network of input devices may be being used as a means of self expression. I express myself on this machine. I have also been on stage before. I perform on this device and I have lately developed a character known as Lucius Pixel. Lucius Pixel is a character that has an attitude that I do not. I can personally feel as though I can write and have opinions under the pen name Lucius Pixel that I could not have in real life.
I a long time ago when working at a Public Televison station had a dose of inspiration that led me to believe that a relevant form of expression would one day be Performance Computing. This form of expression took into account the idea that Moore’s Law was at play here and from the knowledge that there would if Moore’s Law has been explained to me properly one day be a day where not only would computing be continually cheapening in the dispersal of this equipment but that because of how Moore’s Law was explained to me be a threshold point where these pieces of equipment would become inexpensive enough as to be rendered of zero value that would benefit the industry that creates these machines such as the One Laptop Per Child movement that I have lost track of.
When I took to the concept of Performance Computing it was with the intent that I would go overboard in my online discourse and I would engage in crafting of lines of writing that would be enticing to read and that I would as I have spoken of before been of the mind that I was before I started writing on this machine. A long time ago before I ever started uploading completed forms on this machine I was of the mind to be brave in one place in my life.
I was not brave in so many places but I was brave in this one place. In my writing on this page. A long time ago in my writing that only I knew about I was brave in my writing and I told myself if there was one place I was going to be brave it was on the written page. When I see a blank sheet of paper when I take the time to fill that blank page with writing I channel bravery. I channel bravery in all of my writing because it is the only way I have become accustomed to being on this page. I do more than perform when I write I champion bravery on this page. I write with bravery. I write in a brave format when I am writing. I may be fearful in almost all areas of life but this page. This instrument of communication I champion bravery on this page.
Bravery. That feeling where you when authoring are fearlessly upgrading your vocabulary to be of using the highest value words and wording on this page. When I am with pencil or pen in my hand I am of the mind to fearlessly use the most difficult to use vocabulary that I can use. When I am authoring I am of the interest to masterfully utilize the vocabulary that I am of an understanding to use in the bravest ways possible.
It made sense to me one day. To be brave on this page. To be normal in all areas of life but to on this page let all of that disappear and write with not wreckless abandon but with bravery. To bravely use the highest value words that I could find so that I could practice over and over and over and over again the thoughts of bravery
Seventeenth Folio ________________________________
Listening to the Pretty Britney
Spotify chance to stare into the sounds of the peers
Cheers for the songs
Inspired by that thought that someone needs a bitch to work
So I get to writing and sometimes I feel like
Shes singing to me
Even though I know there are millions
That feel the need to tune in
And listen to her album
For the rest of my life
I get to say I saw the premiere of her career
And I was studying to be so sincere
I was the one that was writing
The world wondering
How the stars could come out and shine
And I was that author divine
Twisting songs through my mind
Wondering why I was always off on my time
Getting to the words in the rhyme
I was used to dancing in The End
In a British Night Club with some friends
I was pushing the limits
Of what the world was wondering
Just spinning through decisions
Getting ready to flyer the city
With my kindle fire
That would set the lights into the night
Ready to give lectures on the world of the Amazon
Where we all produce to move
With Work Bitch on Repeat
The club kid is flexing his university
So that you see what I learned at UC
I was the one that wondered why Pop Stars
Don’t mingle with Designers from their generation
I was changing the work ethic
My fingers were a design from the mind
And I was the fractal that was losing it’s mind
Spending the time to make some letters on the mind
I was crafting the harmonies of the material genius
That was my inchoherent reason to see this
Line of reasoning flow through the seasons
Of elation and now she is Spearing me with her voice
And I am finding I have no choice
But to keep up on my generation’s accomplishments
In the arts be they pop or fine
I’m unwinding the letters of my spine
And I could be worth more than a dime
Even though I could never be a ten
I was rated four in high school slam book
And bloody nosed dripping with allergies
I was awkward no one could ever date me
Except for the women from outside the school district
I was late night clubbing
Rave kids rave clothes
Spy Club was just fine with me
I was Velvet Room
Carl Cox and three turn tables
I was late night dance lights out
Poetry stages turning the night life out
Now I’m memories of my youth
Turned into the author that knew the truth
That when I had the opportunity to swoon
And dance with the midnight moon
I’m the author that popped of dance floors
When the world was looking for a reason to dance
I was giving them the reason
With the swaying of my hips this season
I was several reasons to buy drinks
And spend time on dance floors dressed hard to ignore
I was the reality king
That was the song that was too hard to sing
Because I was not locked behind sixteen bars
I was not in the jail of the art by far
I was not sitting in prison with a file
Breaking down the bars that kept me behind the chorus
That was for us when we were challenging the seasons of the moment
I was ten years into a new generation
Wondering if I was really the Millennial that I wondered if I was
I was met a man that was on the other side of the generation gap
I was keep this movie on tap
Feeling the energy of being referenced in time
I was moving Berkley into the forefront of the conscious mind
I was knowing the club was the reason to drop that shoulder
And move that foot
I was creating sweetness in the nightlife
I was the reason the club was selling sangria
I was the club that was the chosen love
I was the spy club
I was the parking lot dance moves
I was the knowledge that dance clubs need no license to operate
Just some people with the insight to get their moves right
I was dance club library
Dance club grocery store
I was walking through the slow moving orgy
Where sometimes people die
Wondering why I never survived
The life that was around my eyes
I was mental pathways to the future
Knowing I was telepathic with my self
And I know I cannot send my thoughts to you
But I send my thoughts to my self
That exists in the pure form of myself
And the more I spend time meditating
And directing my thoughts to my memories
I am connected to myself and the thoughts I think
Keep me from moving to the brink
I am used to being alone with my thoughts
Which is why I can be an author
Because authors are spending time alone
Crafting adult insights into developments
Of the moment that are hard to notice
I am spending most of my time
With no one around
Going weeks without hearing the sound of another person
Staring at a glowing rectangle
For the survey of the population that is surrounding me
Wondering about the influence of the typography
That has been crafted through time that makes a sound
That no one can hear
As the language we are speaking
Came from conversations
That no one is having any more
And a language is a construct
That gives us something to share our epic intuition with
And I was controversy
Over syllables that someone is going to have a problem with me spending time with
I was the one that stood firm on the fact that no one can keep my hands
From doing what I want to do with my hands
And I kept the language in line with the facts
That I was the divinity that was standing next to me
Inside my eternity
I was the recording studio that I was never walking into
I was never doing more than writing the poetry
Pointing out that the ancient arts
Collected by the finest persons that had their way with words
Were epic in their movements
And there are those that are frozen behind the 16 bar sonnets
Shakespeare was working this game
It was like Shakespeare was the greatest author of all time
And most of these scripts are suspect
Written inspired by no one comes up with anything worth reading
I am sick of seeing the same show on the daily
The daily show where no one knows whats next
It’s a show for the folks that bought television tubes
And I am wondering about a world where no one needs and HDTV
And we are all producers with the aim to find freedom
And the world needs some youtube in their life
So that lisa can go nova
And the cosmos is collected in the astrology
Of the planet
And you have no idea how many stars I reference
Just know that I am spend too much time worrying about astrology
And the last thing I want is to make it on your chart
And the world is ready to shout
Please keep the words about the writing
And I was reciting my DNA sequence
To the frequent lines of imagination
And Iggy was an Azalea Flower
That was growing where Nikki was not having a Minaj
And Hova was dancing with a dancer
And My Time was a Fabolous Song
And the winter was never really intended to be strong
And I was raised on the clapping of hands
And the throwing of feet
Into air that is hard to repeat
And my notebook is not something that I plan to repeat
I am a slave to these letters
These 26 creations
That I have no idea where they came from
I do not even know why I was not given the chance
To create my own letters
Where I could be the manufacturer of my language
That you may or may not learn to speak
I am the unique professor
Of linguistics
Listening to words in quips and phrases
Eve 6 a band you have never rocked with
And I was the rap ceasar
That was brutus on himself
Letting my omnipotent silence
Be the reason I would climb this
I was eternity sweating and wondering where the lines were to be crossed
I was the orgy that had been occurring since the dawn of time
That we keep our clothing on to keep us from snapping each other’s thongs
I was the nudist colony that was wondering what ever went wrong
I was the reason that Calvin Klein was selling Lawn Mower’s
And there is no reason we need a clothing line
Except for the fact that it’s just nice to see people care enough
To buy what they are told to buy
And how long have we been required to wear clothing
Because there was this one day
I was certain that I was going to leave the game
And walk outside of my clothing for the rest of time
Because I was certain I was walking in heaven
And for this one day heaven was the way we did not need to wear clothing
Because we were young and it stung our elders
How strung up we were with the beauty
That keeps flowing out of the fountain of youth
That keeps bringing forth water that everyone wants to drink
And I am the one that is like keep your selves where you need to think
That clothing is clearly optional
And most people are wondering about their next coital position
And this reality would be more futuristic
If there were less people thinking about sex
And I’m the one that’s wondering if we can rebrand sex
With the world YES
Because I know you don’t want to have some sex with me
But maybe you want to have some yes
And as far as branding goes
I’m working on rebranding my entire song
I the one that’s looking for the one
Or the ones that want to know what yes is
Because I know you have had sex
It’s just that you’ve never had yes
And I am getting in shape
Because I’m looking for yes
And I know that only the beautiful are worthy of yes
As unless I have less body fat
I might not be worthy of my own creation
The rebranding of sex
As thinking about sex is clearly risqué
But Yes … well no one knows what yes is
Yes is coca cola photo shoots in the bath tub
Its lets take a walk in the summer time
Because our creators have left the building
So we can leave our clothes at home
As there is a day coming
That the deed to this planet
Will have a new owner
And I am just looking to let you know
That just because there was that one time I walked around with no clothes
It was because I thought heaven was letting you see the real me
Not covered in cloth manufactured by the Chinese
And they do a great job of taking care of us
Don’t they
Because most of the people I know are consumers of oriental creations
And I don’t know
It’s like maybe the first world countries
Need Second and Third World countries
to be that way
And I manufacture my own products
And if amazon did not have this wonderful outlet
I would be writing my own books
And beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And the more beautiful she is
The more people want to holder her
And I know that we could afford to have naked day
In every city each and every way
And if not today
Then on the day we own the way we live on this planet
And pointing out that the longer we wait
The more that I know that it’s been done before
I am not the creator of the nudist colony
I’m just the guy that points out
That most people have books
That are filled with fiction
The same fiction I write
So when you quote me that bible verse
I know you probably do not know how to write
And I do so its hard for me to get behind your bibles
And your holy books
Because I know where they come from
And I am just sitting here intoning my spirit
Into a new way
And maybe one day my religion
Will take hold
As every author that is worth his salt
Is interested in ceremonies surrounding his book
That I could have an organization
Dedicated to not working from nine to five
Because a couple million people
Decided they needed my words to survive
Would be a great reason for me to keep trying
To write the words that might give insight
Into those books that billions of you
Cannot live without
And I don’t know why you don’t just write your own
It’s hard for me to understand
You billions of people that have your book club
That you are apparently at war over
And most of you are illiterate and I can tell because I hear how you talk
And I am just wondering
If you really think that its normal to need to spend a day a week
Reading the same book you read last week
And really from what I can tell most of you don’t even spend time meeting new people after service
And I am just confused why your church does not have an art gallery
Storing up the creations of the congregation
And would it be too much to ask to pass around boxes of donuts
On Sunday morning while we listen to you read to us from Genesis
And like can the choir sound more cheerful
Because when that many people come together
That is a reason to be joyful
But I am just wondering whose idea it was
To spend so much time reading that one book
I mean a dedicated book club so dedicated
That there are book clubs reading books about the book the book club is dedicated to
And Bill O Reilly wrote a book about a book that the pope is a fan of
And what would Bill O Reilly feel like if he knew the Pope read his book
And thought it made a good point or two
And I don’t know if more people just wrote more
On those keyboard they bought from the store
They might be less impressed with these ancient books
That are filled with words that have been translated enough times
To let the world know that seriously what would jesus do
He would ask the world to get off his nut sack
And quit hanging on him like he did on the cross
And for everyone that thinks he died for our sins
That is not what happened
He died because he was a felon who overturned the tables in the casino
And as far as casino’s go ill put it like this
Go columbine in the Horseshow in downtown
And see if something worse doesn’t happen to you
And I question your reading comprehension for the most part
Because I have basic questions like can we get a census taken
To discover something simple
Like the word NOT
I don’t know
I’m the kind of man that has a feeling that NOT means the opposite of the word DO
And to me DO is a word that means to go ahead
And NOT is like a word that to me means something similar to STOP
Or consider doing something else
I do not know … when I think of Churches
I think of failure
I think that maybe we could spend more time studying the word NOT
And just get that down cold
Because I am fairly certain most people are confused when it comes to the word NOT
Because I would be able to tell if more people knew what NOT meant
And revenge is not the sweetest thing next to getting pussy
It’s just not
I don’t care who got shot being famous for that quote
Revenge is not sweet
It that which brings more destruction
When we can as a people
That live together on this planet
Get to a point where we can understand
That revenge is not the sweetest joy next to getting pussy
When we can understand that revenge is the beginning of a cycle
That ends family blood lines
And it’s hard to spend time with you people
I don’t know
My mind is clearly different than the majority of yours
Because I have been instructed that I am mentally broken
But you people seem fascinated with killing people
When there are these women that want to spend time with you in bed
And I just notice most people have NO PROBLEM letting their kids watch Saving Private Ryan
But are devoutly against letting their children discover how to make more people
And I am confused
I really am
Why are we more comfortable watching people get killed
Than watching people make out?
I just don’t know
I just feel like the planet is not mature enough to handle my writing
I am fairly certain 98% of you on this planet would be shocked by this writing
And I don’t know why
I am just trying to point out that over and over you tell me there is something wrong with me
You society
That thing that wouldn’t stop locking me up for no reason
And now I have my composure
And I am just like
PEOPLE
We could be watching more people make love
So that we would have a better idea of how to make love
And PEOPLE you know whats worse than catching an STD
Dying
Which millions of people are cool with
I don’t know why people would rather watch people get shot on the glowing rectangle
And I read about your inter gender conversation skills
And some of you take rejection from the opposite sex really badly
And I don’t know why
I am confounded
Some of you have anxiety disorders when it comes to talking to people
So practice
Go to places with lots of people on the weekends
Like social events
And just talk to people
I have been informed that a lot of people are terrible at having conversations
So um yeah
Practice and get comfortable with talking to people
Its important
Interpersonal communication skills are more important than programming skills
Spending time expressing yourself and discussing your feelings is in fact more important
Than understanding logic and to the people that do not feel capable of programming
Might be because you are powerful in your emotions
I am powerful emotionally
So logic is something that I am not comfortable with
I read the writing of programmers and they seem to be lacking emotional understanding
I don’t know is it possible to be deeply emotional and a quality computer programmer
Because I want to be a computer programmer but I am deeply emotional
Like do people that cry and are comfortable crying when watching movies
And are comfortable crying when something horrific happens
Like someone dies that they were close to or something touching happens
Like are these people going to be good at programming
In this world where everyone is being asked to learn programming
Are the emotional people going to be at an unfair disadvantage in this world
Because I can understand the need for everyone to program
I just want to know if it’s possible because it’s hella difficult for me
And I think it’s because of my emotions and that my brain speaks emotion
Not JAVA
I don’t know
In the world where the world is spinning and we are keeping busy
And I just read the other day in a press release
That 90% of the population is frightened of NEW
Just stuff that is new
New art or new style
Or new whatever
And I am not like that
I love NEW
New is a sign to me of creative thinking
And I think there should be two different styles of education
There should be the educational style that prepares you for Medical School
And there should be the style of Education that Prepares you for Industrial School
And to think of it we are doing ourselves a disservice
By not caring more about our vocabularies
And fluency in the only language we speak
I think the major problem in the United States
The de facto reason the population is not experiencing the highest heights of what it is capable of
Is because for the most part the United States speaks a single language
English
And most people are not striving to be as fluent as possible as they can be in it
For those that do not understand the benefit of fluency and the benefits and insight into reality that comes from it
Might want to become more fluent in English
Like I get it
We only want to promote English
I get that
I just want to point out that if we are only going to promote English
Then lets also promote attending the University
Where in contrast to the majority of you that say the University is there for job training
It’s not
The University is where someone goes to learn to be more fluent in their speaking voice
Think about it … what happens at the university
You spend several thousand hours listening to people in various authoritarian voices
Speaking thereby exposing you to their speaking style thereby expanding your vocabulary
And your consciousness as well
I just marvel at the entire movement that is just misunderstanding of the role of the University
It exists to teach fluency
And if you cannot understand how fluency empowers you
I do not know what to tell you
University is NOT job training
No
That is not what it is there for
The university exists to teach you how to more fluently express yourself
And when you the commercial job market
Seek to compel people to not utilize their language skills to their fullest extent
Like when you create words and expect them to be taken seriously
That’s interesting
I notice that companies understand how to create words
Congratulations
The university also creates words
And I marvel at the Computer Science community that denigrates the words of the University that states that what is learned in the University is obsolete the moment it is learned
That’s also not true
What you learn in the university is necessary for that portion of your life
I understand that you have your own style of programming
And hell you probably have your own libraries that you favor
But the University Experience
Is a life changing one that is exactly what it is
It’s ancient
And is not really for everyone
Just like prison is not really for everyone
The university is not something that everyone needs to experience
Just the people that want to be as fluent as they can be
In their language skills.
Eighteenth Folio _____________________________________
University of Cincinnati General Studies Program Curriculum
Year One
Cincinnati
Year Two
London
Year Three
Puerta de la Cruz
Year Four
Tokyo
Year Five
Sydney
Year Six
Rio de Janeiro
Year Seven
Amundsen-Scott South Pole Station
Year Eight
Cincinnati
Year Nine
Cincinnati
Year Ten
Cincinnati
Year Eleven
Cincinnati
Year Twelve
Cincinnati
Year One : Cincinnati
First Trimester Begins August 15th
Class Begins @ 2pm on August 15th
120 Days
Class Ends @ 2pm on December 13th
First Trimester Ends December 13th
1st Quarter of First Trimester
Compete with Classmates for Most Whole Seconds of Invisible Captured
2nd Quarter of First Trimester
Compete with Classmates for Most Static Frames Captured
3rd Quarter of First Trimester
Compete with Classmates for Most Sets of Sequential Frames Captured
4th Quarter of First Trimester
Compete with Classmates for Most Complete (Word) Captured
Second Trimester Begins January 12th
Class Begins @ 2pm January 12th
110 Days
Class Ends @ 2pm on May 2nd
Second Trimester Ends May 2nd
By 2:01pm on January 12th students wishing to continue their studies will have successfully typed HTML into the http://www.bing.com search engine. Students that do not accomplish this task are removed from the course.
Third Trimester Begins May 11th
Class Begins @ 2pm May 11th
89 Days
Class Ends @ 2pm on August 8th
Third Trimester Ends August 8th
By 2:01pm on May 11th students wishing to continue their studies will have successfully typed CSS into the http://www.bing.com search engine. Students that do not accomplish this task are removed from the course.
Year Two : London
First Trimester Begins August 15th
Class Begins @ 2pm on August 15th
120 Days
Class Ends @ 2pm on December 13th
First Trimester Ends December 13th
1st Quarter of First Trimester
First Fourth of Students Present their CSS Styled Work for Critique
2nd Quarter of First Trimester
Second Fourth of Students Present their CSS Styled Work for Critique
3rd Quarter of First Trimester
Third Fourth of Students Present their CSS Styled Work for Critique
4th Quarter of First Trimester
Fourth Fourth of Students Present their CSS Styled Work for Critique
Second Trimester Begins January 12th
Class Begins @ 2pm January 12th
110 Days
Class Ends @ 2pm on May 2nd
Second Trimester Ends May 2nd
By 2:01pm on January 12th students wishing to continue their studies will have successfully typed | Invisible | into the http://www.bing.com search engine. Students that do not accomplish this task are removed from the course.
Third Trimester Begins May 11th
Class Begins @ 2pm May 11th
89 Days
Class Ends @ 2pm on August 8th
Third Trimester Ends August 8th
By 2:01pm on May 11th students wishing to continue their studies will have successfully typed | Static | into the http://www.bing.com search engine. Students that do not accomplish this task are removed from the course.
Year Three : Puerta de La Cruz
First Trimester Begins August 15th
Class Begins @ 2pm on August 15th
120 Days
Class Ends @ 2pm on December 13th
First Trimester Ends December 13th
1st Quarter of First Trimester
First Half of Students Present their Findings on | Invisible | for Critique
2nd Quarter of First Trimester
Second Half of Students Present their Findings on | Invisible | for Critique
3rd Quarter of First Trimester
First Half of Students Present their Findings on | Static | for Critique
4th Quarter of First Trimester
Second Half of Students Present their Findings on | Static | for Critique
Second Trimester Begins January 12th
Class Begins @ 2pm January 12th
110 Days
Class Ends @ 2pm on May 2nd
Second Trimester Ends May 2nd
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Third Trimester Begins May 11th
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Nineteenth Folio________________________________
Its Pink Friday on Monday the hottest day of the year
I might be the man that takes to the stage this year
Its like a divergent timeline that spliced in at the right time
All just to point out that some writers are divine
I take to the keyboard and tap out a line
Then I step back into the wilderness to find something to dine
Been writing like I know how to drink coffee
Like these motherfuckers think they really know me
Like I been writing lines like I been through the pretty
I been to the tops of the eiffel tower and the bottoms of dover
I been around the world while gangster rap
Was still figuring this shit out
University trained and here to sell a verse
I keep writing without a need to reheare
I just melt off these lyrics like a frozen giant on the stalk
Then the sun comes and warms up my talk
And I gravitate towards a new line of work
Where I generate thousands of lines of programming
Just trying to elevate the mind
I understand what has been going on
I just try not to let it affect my mind
While I dine on Mourning Star
Because depending on what you read
I might have been here before
In another lifetime
Where I lost my life
Only to regain the creedance clearwater
Like I was one man before University
And then I lost that life to some grades
Now I am back in front of the computer not even worried about making the grade I been throwing up the hands
Just to get called on for some questions
Like a Bit Coin in an Apple Machine
I might be valuable like you have never seen
I been reading for thousands of hours on this theeng
Im riding out my existence like I could be the maker of the new school Even though I just break into the old school
And repaint the walls
Because tradition is the hallmark of an ancient call
I been through churches and I been through schools
Now the last thing left is to go through the fools
A sonnet is not even where I need to begin
I can just write out these words
And let you work through my verbs
As I marinate on the minds of the times
And I get more than three minutes to sell these lines
Like I walked into the amazon
And developed a jungle condition
Like I was born to write on a mission
Of the copasetic existence that is my meaning
I could write like I am challenging no one at all
I found my lane and the alphabet is at my core
I was raised on A’s B’s and C’s
And then when I got my grades
Those are the only letters I wanted to see
I spent twenty six years learning to speak
Now the world closes in on me
Wondering what the treasure is I seek
Im just looking for some knowledge
So that I can remind the game where the game comes from The fingers of the writers that built this language
And people act like letters came from no where
Like these sounds were lined up for no reason at all
I could be the academic that reminds the drop outs that
The world is small you make a lot of noise
And the world is like a ball
I spin around the city like its nothing at all
I been through the thoughts of a thousand moments in time I been through the moments like a thousand moments in rhyme Im just sitting back wondering how this all works out
When the letters I am typing finally leak out
I been roughed up and abused
All because some letters were what I was really learning how to use I never use people that has nothing to do with me
You can buy my lines or let them chill
Its just a matter of what were you doing for the thrill
I been crafting words like this since I was born
I was raised on poetry and the lines of the world
I just copped a feel on the system
Just to let the world know I come like a demon
Only this is the world where I switch up the cause
And let the world remember that it existed because
The music that was changing the times
Was not the kind of music that allowed for a mofo to press rewind So I put my life in danger and drafted some lines
Just so that I could let the world know that when it came to my hands It was a talent to write without trying to rhyme
I could link together some syllables and let the world know That not only was I a genius
But I was a genius on the line write
Like I need the night
I could work all day and then sleep like I meant to do
I just write like I was meant to do
So that I can craft some value
That I need to do
So that one day as the world is crumbling
I can resurrect anew
I do not worry about dying
Because thats the worst thing that can happen to you
As in the moment I cease to exist
You have a problem on your hands that will never end and will always persist I could be the most innocent of souls
Living the life that was meant to be avoiding the hot coals
I write like I was meant to change my own life
Because since the day I was born
All I have ever known was perpetual strife
I sat down at a computer and never tried to compute her
I left it to the remainder while I watched the people divide
And then I just listened to the music while I found my perfect place to hide From the trauma that was evident in my early sunrises
That were the days I stared at the sun and tried not to let the world know That behind these eyes was a movie that was unfolding through time I was changing like the seasons and I am growing like a creature That is ingesting more information than has ever been available before Like that is not going to have an affect on my peep hole to this world I been staring at an ant farm that doubles as a shark tank
And I am the one that is writing the words so that maybe one day I will be the person that someone will want to thank
For crafting a message that has never been in this timeline
Because this is my first time writing
And yall thought I was biting
When I perfected my lessons
And traded in the deadly weapons
For some letters that were in desperate need of addressing
Like a song only let me ride for like sixteen bars
But when I channel my energy that is just a moment in time
Compared to what I know
How to flow through the cosmos
Like a dandelion in the breakthrough
Moment of my destiny
That was my writing in front of me
Where I challenged myself daily
And got to writing some epic poetry
Because I know poetry when the poets get to writing poetry
And one day in the distant future little me
Will be looking up to the bigger version of him
And Ill be holding up a baseball bat
While he throws me the ball
And then Ill bunt that toss
And let him tag me out at first
While we finish playing and I remind him how to floss
Like a string between the teeth
That is up to you to find
Where my presence in my life
Is hard for even me to define
As I took to this life like I had something to refine
Like the letters that kept coming off my fingers that fly
I could be a messenger from a moment in time
My dreams could have been places that would have given you a reason to hide I have seen battles that you could not imagine late at night
Where the darkness and the light were fighting for the right to own the might Of two dozen sounds all wrapped around our mouths
As the fight over rhetoric
Was all that I saw
So I spend thousands of hours reading this machine
Just so that I would one day know how to represent the color green As though the money that I spend has anything to do with currency As currently in case you have not noticed
I have been working like a race horse just to get motivated
To keep writing and trying to refine what I wrote last time
Like the sentence I keep writing just looks the same to me
I just keep tapping out these words to be like this could not be value but could he As my value comes from my wisdom that comes from my age
That comes from the way I have spent the past several thousand days Like I was the one that was the fucked up spirit
Like I was the one that was not doing his work
Like I was the one that was the oldest
And I was the one that was left out of the world
So drew inward and drew pictures
And left the world some of these holy scriptures
In places around the world
That would only serve to resurrect my presence
In the absence of my blood line
That is starting from right between my legs
As I am not the kind of person that begs for love
I meet it in the distance when the story is bold
And I bare a single ring that is made out of solid gold
I could give up on marriage if you could give up on ceremony
I could give up on monogamy if you could give up on spending time with me I could give up on ancient traditions if she would walk down the street with me I could give up the way it used to be if we could just make sense of this The world is never ending
Its the people that come and go
And I was under the impression
That our people were on the brink of extinction
So I had a special place I had to go
So that I had a special people I could allow to flow
So that the energy that we were speaking would collect in this reality Where the people that were dreaming of spaces in time
Where the people I was protecting in my dreams that were all mine I was in a hospital staring at a madness
I was on a battlefield fighting eternal sadness
I was in a field of green that was attacked by the aliens
I was draped in dreams that made it all seem that I still have no idea What it all means
But I wake up every morning to this place that we call home
Doing my best to let the world know
That you can hate me if you must
But I am down to my last life
Which is why I have so much freedom
I am being followed by replicas of myself
That are all failing at the task of keeping their health
I have bobbed and weaved through my dreams for so long
That I am the last one left of my beings that have been coming through relative positions in time I have no reason to press rewind
As the lack of love in my life only serves to bring me to the point where when the universe decides I will return and become blind
Of a an existence that only gave me a torturous existence
And asked of me to act like no wrongs were done to me
But I stand here bleeding with a need to let the blood not disrupt the wedding
Of the men and the women that are locked in an immortal dance
And I watched my style of romance dissapear
Because some people that bore my skin tone
Made it very clear
That they were not planning on being leaders this year
So I drew back on my side
And crafted a space that was my own
And through my writing I was trying to let the world know
That one day I would be gone
And with me would go my song
As I have existed on this plane for exotic amounts of time
As how long is thirty three years really in the existence of a rhyme
Like I have been watching and sitting and deciding on my mind
That maybe one day I was going to listen to music
And write these words out line by line
And I was going to change my methods
And I was going to craft something that I needed to see
Like some honest and long hand poetry
That was all I ever wanted to be
A poet with his words and some fluency in the langauge
Because one day the world was going to see
That just because I did not have that presence of mind
To unwrap the presents of my mind
It was like because I was lacking in some paper
No one realized that I was speaking in the tongue of later
Like now is not the time for me to accumulate funds
Instead just let me go Monsanto
On these letters and plant some seeds in you
Because you planted some seeds in me
You can walk into the Amazon and direct your attention to the device that you have been eyeballing Since a hammer was thrown through the screen
And they said the world was going to change
Well they were not planning on me
Because I know my files are being corrupted
And they act like I am not what I seem to be
A highly educated man of 11 years of University
Like I might not be a master of logic constructions of loops of whiles and dos
But at the end of the day I craft logic into my lines because I just do
And I could draft for a while and let that which is else
Support my health
Because I appreciate the work of the coders
It only inspires me to work a little harder
Than I would typically do
As I am fighting with some people that are still building the stage
That it was not my fault they did not remain balanced to this day
And just because I sound fluent in the english language
As it is the only tongue I speak
I could be the tongue that goes in your mouth and does something unique
As you have never been kissed by me
Most above sixty women below 3.5 billion
And I have never kissed the most of you
But that does not mean that a kiss from me
Will not throw you into emotions you never knew you could feel before
As the first idea that occurred to me at Cody’s Cafe
Was to create a new emotion so that we could abstractly understand that which was before we Which was this computer and this new reality
That was changing like a decision in the mercielago
I was like a moment that was hard to let go
As you stretched my love out to the point it disappeared
Now I have to stand here filled with hate like I have anything to fear
I remember the smiles I used to flash
Im just an adult now so I have to get used to throwing my feet up on the dash
While I let some young cadet drive the language where it needs to go
Like I was never a professor professing to keep enjoying the show
As I was working behind the scenes to let the world know
That there was a message in this language that was romantic in its tone
As romance languages redefine themselves as the world lets them do
As the output of the methods of coexistance are at an all time high
And a Professor of the English language it would just not be fair
For me to drop some lines in the game that make the game seem tame
As my music video is just me sitting in a chair watching my life unfold
Before me on a computer monitor
And I am just clicking the mouse watching myself go through solitary confinement over and over I got so used to being alone
I let it all go and became the adult I never became before
And I cannot participate in the game of life
Because I am waiting to age with maturity
As I am stepping out into the Amazon
Not like the child I used to be
There is no puppy in me
And just because I am not spitting sixteen bars
Does not mean I am not trapped in this prison with you
This sphere of existence that is growing smaller as time goes by
And what happens when the size of our culture eventually fits right in front of our eyes Like Google has some Glass that the Zuck might Like
And memoto has a camera that people might use
And the world is waiting for the cars to drive themselves As it would be so amusing to see dogs going down the highway Driving lexus like I need this and you need me
To write these words so that you can see
How different the world is going to be
When ford is building cars so that elephants can
See their way around the americas
On the highways that are worth their weight in gold
And I have been threatened with my life
And my life was threatened and I have no recourse
As when a man needs me dead that is my time to die
And in the absence of my life
Comes the lack of this writing that is the end result of my time That I was spending in a classroom
Listening to the rhetoric of the brightest minds of my city And I am just trying to remain
Like an agent in the game
Trying to play it fair because if I play
It ceases to become a fair game
As if you surrounded me with a music video
I would be a master of the universe
And the arena concert I would throw
Just to let the world know
That the greatest concert I could throw
Would be with a keyboard linked up to a projector
With a band on the side
And some rappers on the stage
And some poets doing poetry
Just to get their poetry in the limelight
As the Z Motion Project is something that if you have never seen Is something that you should know
As I know about a thing that was produced by some engineers And I have been observing this world from a perspective That you could not have known
Because I have always known that I was bringing change And the change was coming at a rate that kept my head on the screen Absorbing the facts like a free radical
That was a republican democrat and a democratic republican As the differences between our peoples
Is in the clashses of our syllables
As our phones are worth millions
And our voices are worth the stars
And ellie goulding said that we were stars of the planet earth And I did not argue when Britney said to work bitch
And Perry screamd that it was time to roar
And Nikki started popping her booty
And eve was in the room
While Ciara was rising from the floor
And the Kaki King was growing out her fingernails
And Beyonce was with her man Hova
And the Kardashians were showing the world how to love like a family
While Kanye West was running away from a violent city
And I had some work to do
Because I went somewhere and got involved in something
That I was not allowed to remember being a part of
Like my child hood that is so far gone all that is left of me is my DNA
And I remember 50 Cent reminding the people about the records he sold
And the Marshall that was spitting like God
Was making it cool to be this kind of odd little poet
That was listening to the D’s that got thrown on the Cadillac by Rich boy
And Yo Gotti was flowing like he was trying to be seen
And my generation was working like no other generation that came before
As maybe we all have some madonna in us
And some elton john
And some motley crue
And then the world was singing the songs that had never been sung before
But I had lessons that I had to learn
So that I could come back and let you know that I was more than just a guy
I was a poet that was in his poetic studies
In a time period that was in need of literature to back up the verses that were coming unrehearsed And you would be surprised what happens when ten thousand maniacs start rhyming n’sync And Pop Music was the leaders of the free world
While the entire world watched the show that was being observed by our elders And I was sitting back trying to decypher how it all fit together
And skrillex is fighting for his radio format
And the Bit Coin is floating around like it has value and maybe it does
And Robin Thick is dancing with some models and singing like a love bird
And TI is balling like a mofo just to let the world know he sells crude
And the language is evolving and I am not actually an island
Because some of my friends are all two inches tall
As the camera has this ability to shrink the tallest people into forms that look cute to me Because when you step in front of the camera you reduce in size
And it is the strangest aquarium this internet is
Because I can shrink myself into YouTube
Even though I think I am the same size
And if you see me on your cell phone even smaller do I become
As the show has never been so beautiful before
And I have been watching since A HA
And when Ellie Goulding broke a pop record
Shortly After Britney Said Work
And this poet in me begane to twerk and my fingers started locking and popping And I was just trying ot start rocking out this keyboard
Because I know what this computer needs
Some people that will sit down and say that it is special in deed
Because a man died of cancer while trying to help the world survive
The information age and he protected the arts and gave the artists a voice in the world That the gates of heaven would never have allowed in
And I have jobs for millions of people
If the world could just take the time to consider
That their cell phone is worth millions of dollars
As if you imagine the day you were born
Would this have been the world you could afford
No this world that we are living in
Took the work of billions of man hours to create
And now we are at the beginning of an epoch
That is the information age
And a bit coin could be a music video
Or maybe the longest web page ever crafted
And I just finished listening to the Nicki Minaj Pink Friday Album
And this is what I wrote as inspiration
For the songs that keep me sane
From the mouths of 10,000 maniacs
The night will always belong to the lovers
And maybe I don’t want you to know who I am
Because my iris is focused on my work at hand
And my imagination is filled with friends that perform and go ham
And Jay Z is like JC to me and I am glad he is back
Because the world needs language
So do not ever shut up
And never let anyone tell you that your words are not gifts
To the people that need to hear them the most
Because in a world without music
And a world without art
I cease to let my heart beat
But so long as the show goes on
And the lyrics stay hot
And maybe someone drops a track on skrillex and the woman ask him to get a haircut The world is perfect just the way it is
And peace is something that quite frankly everyone is trying to give
But there are so many languages
And the US is the greates of them all
Because in what other place on this planet
Were the poets allowed to BALL!
Twentieth Folio _______________________________________
Lieutenants Log Stardate 28.11.2014
When you are with a veteran team that is dealing with the matrix and making patches and shit for this damned thing. At some point it came up that pranks came about. The prank. Have an attribute in your profile that stands out a smidgeon and next thing you know your team just goes in on you. Happened to me. I fucked around and went to London before anyone in my team of matrixes and next thing I knew they had me. They had me looping through consciousness so bewilderingly because I got out of position. When you go through the same scenario, for Christ’s sake I don’t know how many times barrack Obama has been elected president all I know is this one time we wanted to see what would happen if he didn’t, win. That wasn’t a good run through this timeline.
All I know is that I’m on the team that always that always oversees the Obama metrics. We just live our lives paying attention. There are an infinite number of realities where the man gets elected and brings us into a new world of enlightenment, and then there is the one , this one reality where he didn’t’ get elected. That was Brone’s idea. Brone had this theory that for once just to see what happens let’s just go ham on this timeline.
From time to time we do historical graffiti knowing god damned good and well how the multiverse works. I mean when you see a photo of yourself rapping about black and mild’s and there’s a photo of yourself big as a fucking poster on some convenience store that you know is going to be there in some timeline forever you just smile. I mean we get days off, which to some people is like lifetimes. I mean yeah, you got some people that loop through time endlessly never putting two and two together then you got people like me and my team. At some point we caught wise and not even knowing what we were doing, we just started to run into each other over the course of looping through this reality.
It’s a real simple theory. There are an infinite number of universes and if you fuck around and find yourself conscious you know there are an infinite number of universes where you exist. There was a big bang when all the matter in the universe was condensed into an infinitely dense point of energy then I don’t know that infinitely dense point of energy lost stability or something , some gravitational flux happened and the thing spun off into an infinitely less dense form of itself and what we know life to be emerged and then of that life emerging there was some life that at first took reality really seriously and ah hell, before it occurred to us to calm down, we used to stampede for world peace but stampeding for world peace was as fucked a reality as stampeding towards world annihilation when , I don’t know how many times we ended up with emperors of the planetary omniscience but that ended up getting nixed as a viable solution.
Where the hell do you think these world religions come from? These ancient religions dedicated to people like Jesus and Muhammad and Moses, that’s like the triforce of telemetry we use in this timeline because for fucks sake we know goddamned well we have to oversee 9/11 quadrant territory and its brutal. I mean the smoothing out of consciousness that is necessary to get the planet stable in this time period is ridiculous so they just throw our team at this every time and sometimes we fuck up, this time ain’t a success story. I know goddamned good and well I’m going to have to sit through an intense straightening session where it gets pounded into my cerebral to never the fuck ever go to London and I know goddamned good and well in my next lifetime I’m going to be going to roger bacon my junior year of high school and paying for my education as a bus boy.
This life , it’s not a throw away I just have to dig into my resource manual and try and figure out a way to get my life ship on a trajectory that isn’t so systematically habitually used to making fucked decisions. This is like the first lifetime I ever did drugs and usually I end up redesigning D.A.R.E. t-shirts for a living and I don’t know what got into me. I know drugs fuck your life up. I just didn’t know they fucked it up this much. At one point I figured fuck it I have talent I might as well see what happens. DEAR GOD PLEASE STAY OFF THE GRASS. I’m going to be an old man drinking southern comfort and sitting on his rocking chair of his affordable housing wrinkly as shit letting the kids know to stay off the grass but they won’t know what grass I’m talking about. I’m talking about weed man. Don’t fuck with that shit.
You know how much shit I get into for debating to ceaselessly that Morgan freedman was actually the first black president? You know what kinds of shapes I have to fold myself into just to be able to take the debate positions I take? It’s an honor and privilege to bend reality in your presence, I’m talking to my team man. We didn’t just grow up on 12 monkeys man, we ended up using that as inspiration to fucking do it man in our elder years. Where do you think this technological innovation is going?
Yeah we took the training classes, they explained our roles to us but shit man were the type of people that get involved in 12 monkey shit. We know goddamned well that’s a reference to the bible and quite frankly were all just trying not to be Jesus. You think Jesus was a success story, for fucks sake that’s what happens when a mission fails. We got to be super careful always deleting shit and the such, you ain even supposed to know there are angels overseeing the process of smooth transition to the next age. I’m a fallen man. I’m the kind of angel that fell and still ain trying to be evil. I’m a fallen angel waiting to be resurrected again knowing how god awful long the process is.
Angels have access to all the inspiration. We say shit like is now a less dense version of then. We know the basics of it. It started, it progressed, it returns recombines on itself while we are sleeping , and then whop we reappear. Everyone gets as many chances as they want to exist and for some people they get more chances than they know what to do with when they just have this natural inclination to tap into the universe and we do 12 monkey shit. We do like, art.
I mean, if you think about, life needs story tellers. The people that are forever lost have people that look out for them so that being forever lost isn’t so bad. I mean we make sure everyone has clothing where there are timelines that the poor are denied clothing if they can’t afford. We kind comprise a matrix throughout time, that makes certain the proletariat is at least looked out for forever trying to come with an economic plan that suits everyone’s needs knowing that the crux of the matter is that there are those that if we just opened up the economy would go like super shoppers on g5 jets if we took away money.
Like the angels I roll with hate money and on the side we are just trying to figure out how to explain to people … its ghost matter man … but like sometimes it works … sometimes in certain timelines that go off into like getting accepted by the federation of planets timelines everything is on point timelines, they get a reality where there is no money … but this one … I mean … naw.
This isn’t a scratch mission but it’s probably my fault. I’m probably a point man of some kind that only ever vaguely knows his mission and I’m learning how one man can fuck up an entire planet if that man is like vaguely supposed to be angelic in nature , like the stereotypical angel in biblical lore … and then ends up just being human … this planet needs an angel and I need to send out a message that the angel that was supposed to step up … wasn’t able to because his timeline was just fluxed. I mean fluxed in a way that you can’t imagine. I mean fluxed to the point where no more was possible other than taking on a consumer role.
There’s no need to apologize it’s like when you’re supposed to be sending off timelines off the assembly line, I missed something. I had a game plan in mind but when they didn’t let my concert go off my butterfly affect got fluxed and then I went to London further fluxing thing and everything just went to hell. I’m like … waiting for my next assignment knowing goddamned good and well I might have been chucked the fuck out of heaven as a failure. Heaven, that style of planetary existence where everything makes sense to everyone and everyone isn’t fighting each other over coffee makers they have at home.
It’s always money man. I’m just someone that is always amazed at knowing that reading and writing is the surest way to avoid desperate wanting in life. I’m always meditating and from time to time I just throw in the towel. I can’t fucking stand it how much of a failure I am in this time line. I’m not supposed to be an author, I’m supposed to be some kind of designer that has astonishing drawing skills with coding skills and I just don’t.
I’m the fallen angel of my generation. My immortal soul is like wondering why it ever made the decisions it made. Like in pre I was like this is a solid place to come in and get some work done behind the scenes and make something happen and then my pre studies were mathematically accurate by my when post played out I was like … shit … my pre math was solid it’s just that I didn’t realize there were going to be three other points within walking distance of each other and I was like experiencing mathematical forces that caused my timeline to upgrade quickly and I couldn’t keep up and I was planning on a low key existence but to keep my position in the chronos I just went with it and like for someone like me … I’m on auto pilot for like thirty years and it’s all in the pre math that you do because you hit around thirty and your just hoping you don’t have children and your just hoping you have some kind of story you can work with and then you hit your adult consciousness hoping that your math was seemingly somehow on point and the not having a child worked out because I never have children because I know it’s just not something I do.
So like, this timeline that I’m on. I’m like, what? This timeline is amazing at choosing day in and day out to progress technologically but for lack of a better way of putting it like, um, education and like explaining to people that there is a quantum leap between what is being developed and what people are used to at the proletariat level. Quick way to tell if you are proletariat or not is do you feel the urge to protest? Have you ever held up a sign with a short catchy phrase on it somewhere thinking that was going to do something? Well if you have , your proletariat and creations like me are supposed to be working day in and day out trying to come up with inspiration that helps keep the balance because protests are signs of disharmony in general.
Like I’m someone that kind of thinks Joe Rogan is exactly what you think Joe Rogan is. Like joe Rogan has this bit where I don’t know if joe Rogan is aware of something called an engineering school or university in general but he has this really popular bit that just floors people with its common sense among the proletariat where he’s like … where does all of this stuff come from … who makes it … how does it exist … and for one id never go to his show … but if I did and he did that bit … I would probably just heckle him politely and point … engineering schools … like the people that didn’t spend their lives learning take down moves and went to a place where they learned about electrical circuitry and spend like 8 years getting through an education where yeah … people learn to make this stuff at the university … that microphone that joe Rogan uses to preach the gospel of the athlete with the large vocabulary … well I don’t know there is a lot that is mysterious to joe Rogan and his fans that is not mysterious to me at all … like a lot of the questions that joe Rogan has … can be answered by reading publishing journals in engineering research papers … it takes planning and assembly and … the planet is large and there are these things called manufacturing plants that create this stuff … I know because I know people that create chemicals and work on airplanes and … I’m fascinated when joe Rogan can get astonishing accolades for raising his voice asking a question that there is an answer for … joe … interview engineers from insert local university here … and you’ll find your answer.
I don’t know … did things get fucked like eight years ago when the I AM NOT A ROLE model public service announcements were coming out from role models … like when you are a role model that is proclaiming yourself not to be … that confuses the proletariat … like we need some role models … and why doesn’t the zuck look like in his face … have you ever seen his face … it always looks like it’s in total and full on auto pilot … like is the zuck ever going to wake up one day and be like FUCK ! I’m the ceo of what? Like is he ever going to be mature enough to realize that he should apologize for saying he was CEO Bitch? Like that’s not really a way to do things … I mean … and like google … like I don’t have a problem with them but this one press release said they were going to cure death and I don’t know … like … I hear that Larry has a problem with his vocal chords … maybe fix that as a first step … like if google wants to cure death they would be better off as a first step medically speaking to try and figure out how to how to develop a cure for sleep … the future is a place that never sleeps … what really needs curing that no one ever thinks about … is sleep … I mean if we really want to separate ourselves from the rest of the mammalian kingdom … we would find a healthy cure for sleep … see when google set out to cure death the press was like … sort of taken aback but like that’s unlikely and is a sure sign that they are biting off more than they can chew … see these are people from my generation making decisions and affecting a global time line and I’m a graduate too … I’m English literature … one of the people that is trained in making literate observations of the medium … see … curing death is an ancient goal … it’s also an ancient fool’s errand and the fucked up thing about it is … that curing sleep is much easier … than curing death but because it’s something that isn’t an ancient pursuit curing death is something that people just nod their heads to … curing sleep actually gets people’s attention.
There was timeline where this was all new and brave and undiscovered country … this just isn’t that timeline. This is the timeline where people are just slightly off and where people might not have 100% of their focus on the task at hand in building up a better world. Like this is probably a throwaway timeline that I got tossed into 100% because it’s the most fucked timeline of my disparate timelines and Sergey and the zuck have these interdimensional mega corps that span countless timelines … and I don’t … see to become someone like the zuck or gates you have to have the statistics on your side that bring you to the point where you are making solid decision making timeline after timeline after timeline after timeline for the benefit of society and if your energy just isn’t up to it … you never become invested in … there are cornerstone how do I say this figures that lead the same life over and over and depending on their initial timeline success they get copied and pasted into other timelines with their key frame achievements being logged into chronos into perpetuity …
Then you’ve got the investment of apple into aftermath … see that was historic and then aftermath is probably feeling like wtf with Eminem talking about in rap god about the so fag this so gay I can’t even say it with a straight face looking boy and then apple invests a billion in his record label … that’s … well that’s irony … if you want to know the modern definition of irony its apple’s investment in so gay I can’t say it with a straight face looking boy … rap god Marshall Mather’s … after math records …
Then you’ve got the new trend in music where they were into singing about business and lately our role models are singing about like the lead Katy kat for instance where she is talking about how this is no big deal … it’s just funny how when someone can do anything they want … its what’s you do when you can do anything you want that is really important … when you find that break from the proletariat which is what fame and the accumulation of wealth and everything is about … the entirety of the united states is not really so much interested in being famous or wealthy or anything like that … the latest trend that has defined several generation from your standup comics to your singers to your I want to be ceo craze what people are really trying to do that have a certain level of consciousness is try and surround themselves with symbols that let the world know I am not of the proletariat … it’s sort of a nebulous time period in culture where there are a not a lot of people out of the millions that make up the united states but you have these people that when they are talking about people in general … usually the terms people use when they are talking about how stupid the American people are … they are talking about the American proletariat … that overarching term that is nebulous to define but that is the group of people that never took to the stage or never tried to stand out … what your typical celebrity is desperate for is separation … separation from the background society that is not in front of the camera that is not in front of the audience … this is true for politicians in too … when someone that is not really quote unquote great at acting or doesn’t feel comfortable acting out fiction but would rather act out fact … see Angelina Jolie where she shines in acting out fiction … not so much in living out fact and where your politician like Hilary Clinton … who should have a movie done about her life … where she could very easily have been an actress but she wasn’t that great at acting out fiction so she involved herself in fact … but the similarness between Angelina Jolie and Hilary Clinton is they both found their way out of the proletariat …
That is what the world is concerned about for the most part right now … the leaders of the proletariat at this time period in the face of the oncoming rise of automation is concerned how the proletariat is going to function … the proletariat that complains about the thought of having a career … caring about something other than drinking … proletariat … the people that when given an allotment of time to make decisions that concern the future stability of their life … proletariat … the proletariat that gives the people that get their work done a bad name … group of people … that group of people is being discussed and thought of subconsciously in political circles that discuss things like basic income because when you start talking about starting a business or creating your own products to trade how many people are not interested … I don’t know … but the people where the creation of offices are mysterious or the people that don’t ever think about things like starting a business and are of the mind to even know where to start … the people that have to be guided through life by the people that don’t … that proletariat … they are being worried about forever as it’s a matter of trying to figure out how the busy ness economy .. that system that keeps people moving and unlocking badges and avoiding the depression of lack of meaning in life … that economy … not the finance economy … the busy ness economy is up for disruption where …
See the world is in need of busy ness … people … humans … we are not animals … we need to do stuff to feel good about ourselves … some people stare at the stars through telescopes and that is an amazing business to be in because there are an infinite number of stars to stare at so they are always going to be looking for cash to trade around their busy ness economy to keep them busy staring at the stars and keeping their emotions stable … I’m an author … I always have one more sentence to write and my busyness economy is just fine … I can do something really simply to give myself something to trade … I can fill a blank page up with writing and ask around to see who wants to trade me something for my writing and I keep busy just fine … that’s really what the government and the police are interested at a high minded level … they are interested in the busy ness economy keeping busy and this internet and computer programming see apple Microsoft ibm and Facebook and google … lots of ways to keep busy and explain how quote unquote work is being done … notice how the music industry has on a certain level became like cheer leader music for work … there are a lot of references to work like take for instance Iggy azaleas latest piece … aptly entitled work … people want people to work … work also means keeping busy … like Iggy azalea she keeps busy and considers stripping work … that is keeping busy it’s what she thinks of when she thinks of working … when Iggy azalea thinks of working she thinks of shaking her ass … that’s what she does when she works …
What someone is doing is symbolic to what they think needs to be done … some people have trouble figuring out what a niche is or what needs to be done … these people are even though they are keeping busy having trouble finding what the busy they really want to be doing should be … then you have the emotional disruptions that rock stars and rappers add to society … they promote their busy ness so flawlessly that it makes it hard to be confident in other lines of busy ness because for a long time like the last fifty years the music industry has had a monopoly on having discovered the greatest line of busy ness that there is and everyone that is not in the music industry because they are not in the music industry is supposed to feel inferior to the music industry busy ness people … that’s their business … making people feel inferior … see when you are not in the music industry … you are not in the music industry … what else do you want to know …. When you are not center stage filling a stadium up with people you never accomplished anything in life and have no reasonable goals and a lot of people … which its interesting how the very thing that the most people are a fan of is the very thing that keeps them feeling depressed and in need of feeling that confident … where before the music industry the government was comprised of the most confident people on the planet … when Washington dc was the apex of human achievement they had the lock on the cultural confidence sector think john f Kennedy and prior to him president Roosevelt and the presidents that had more power around them …
See then the proletariat stopped investing their energy and the hatred for the government started because of songs done by people like Pink Floyd because for fucks sake confusion was created when the government had some powerful decisions to make regarding earth’s safety in line with the great war … then there was Vietnam which brought about distrust of the government and the proletariat put their trust in the music industry but now the government is actually very trustable and they are waging a war and if you want to be honest a lot of your favorite rappers are republicans … like jay z for instance he’s a republican cheerleader … the republicans are fans of promoting business and so are republican rappers … you have democratic rappers like childish Gambino but you also have republican rappers like jay z … there is politics in rap … the get money or die trying regime is republican and the consciousness thought minded people like mos def are democratic …
The clarity that is needed to calm down a group of people like the Ferguson protestors is in the busy ness of life … if everyone had a line of busy ness that was emotionally life affirming like some kind of art or hobby … there would be more tranquility because be honest … who are the most admired people in society right now … people that have interesting hobbies … interesting ways of keeping busy … anyone can be famous you just have to have a hobby for like ten years and the self-discovery that comes with exploring something you find interesting will bring you fame … if you want to be famous but don’t have a hobby don’t keep yourself busy … you probably won’t become famous … or strangely and exotically rich either … it’s the curation of a hobby that starts off all of the most prominent career because then that gives people something to talk about to you in terms of something other than mundane life … all of the greatest advancement ins human history are … the … work … of … successful … hobbyists.
Fin.
Twenty First Folio ___________________________________________
Blind and Delilah : the cool cult
Cool: a state of knowing why you should care, and ironically not.
Warm: A state of knowing how many people are cool, shaking your head in a little bit in slight disgust, and then being counter through actually caring.
Rated R: No one under 21 can read this. Rated R+: No on over 45 can read this without college student permission? Beginning of story: The Northside Tavern is where the beautiful people of Cincinnati reside on the nightly nightly nightly, nightly. The tavern sits in the spot middle of liberal Cincinnati, where eyes look for eyes and skin looks for skin. This night the Lucid Delinquents are playing their futuristic Pink Floyd inspired ballads as they traverse the sound scapes of ambient music loops, tweaked out lead guitars, softer than jazz drums, and a lead singer who spins lyrics around the hearts of everyone that is listening. In the middle of the place there is a velvety, crimson colored couch that “If” and a woman named Delilah are laying across each other on. At this very moment, “If” is rolling up a nice tripnosic Salvia Divornum inspired cigarette.
“I remember you saying you’ve never experienced the Divornum?” queried If.
“No baby, I’m interested though, I’ve heard good things. “Responded Delilah.
“Definitely.” said If
“I could use something intense tonight.” said Delilah.
“Definitely. You’ll enjoy it, just remember that it happens quickly and just remember to stay calm no matter how intense it gets, you’ll still have your inner voice that doesn’t change. You’re in for a bit of time travel, my dear.” spoke If. On the table in front of If, were a pack of Marlboro Light’s and a small plastic purple hinged duplet filled with 35x extract.
If was slowly putting his voodoo on this paper, tobacco, and divor- num. He was mid-spliff at this point, carefully rolling up another gateway to the nebulous regions of the cerebral cortex.
He was happy to be sharing this natural technology with Delilah. A bit surprised that she wanted to take part, he had planned on going on a solo mission to another dimension while the Delinquents were playing, but since she seemed like a beat to If and since she was curious, he figures that tonight he can be a comfortable co-pilot and introduce someone else to one of the doorways of the absurd.
The joint is rolly rolled and he hands it to her. She thanks him. Kisses If on the cheek and reaches back to the very first time a mammal inhaled the fumes of the foliage of a forest after a lighting strike and realized that sometimes when cellulose is burned, new patterns of synapse connections are made and for the sensitive minded person, the illusion is broken. The illusion of social structure and the illusion of television and the breakdown of the shoddy inspired never ending commercial art expo that is in constant rotation across all mediums 24 hours a day 7 days a week 365 days a year.
She begins to push down a plastic button that ignites a stream of butane sending up a small dancing tongue of flame that starts the chemical reactions that enable Delilah to stare through and experience the lens that the chemicals that were entering her lungs were creating.
Every moment builds on every moment that precedes it. Eons from our potential as a powerful conscious species, we ingest the chemicals that ignite our passion and spark our intellect just as Delilah is doing at this very moment. She would have a new moment to build on, after this, a new memory, a new experience, a new construct of reality to compare to the baseline, the same bass line that the Delinquents were strumming majestically.
She begins to lean to the side, If wraps his arm around her and kisses the top of her head. It has begun. She is being passed through over shaped hands as the power of the music begins to flutter in front of her. She has nothing to say and it doesn’t matter anyways, because the Salvia won’t let her talk anyways, just a pure powerful experience floats behind her eyes and through her skin. It’s a moment just for her and just as soon as it has begun it is over and she looks If in the eyes and just smiles.
“What did it feel like?” asked If.
“It felt like I was being passed through time and was being shown infinity as though this right here right now, is but the least amount of truth that we understand. Everything that I am melted into a blather of skin and sweat and I honestly felt this powerful sensation of comprehending the fact that the universe doesn’t surround me, but that I and the universe are one. There isn’t a difference between the universe and me, and because I am conscious and because I am a part of the uni- verse, the universe is conscious, I have the blood of the universe in me, we all do. The blood on earth is the blood of the universe, the hearts on earth are the hearts of the universe, and we are as much a part of the universe as the stars and the moon and the asteroids. We are the force that feels the universe and the passing of time. We are proof that the uni- verse is conscious. Fuck man we are the proof. We are the aliens that we are looking for, we are the mystery that we are trying to solve. We are it, and it with limitless potential. If, we are it. We are the first conscious voices the universe has ever known. This is our universe. This is all ours. This is our species only chance to claim the kingdom. We are this and this deserves us and is us. We are looking at our imagination that is never-ending. We are looking at our potential in time. I heard a voice telling me that we are supposed to strive for something perfect and that perfection is our collective human goal. We are the universe If, If, we are that special. We are that amazing. We are that everything. We are the potential of the Universe. We are the hands and the eyes of the Universe. We are what the universe sees, we are the memory of the universe. We just are, If, we are just that special. Does that make sense? “
“Shhh. I know. This is the music of the universe. Try and see it with your ears. Try and look at the music Delilah. It’s a nice universe. The television might not be the best part of the Universe, but this right here, right now at the Northside Tavern. Well, this is perfect. We’re holding each other, the music is playing, we both know we can dig deep into the ether of conversation, and yeah Delilah. Welcome to Consciousness.” Laughed If.
“It’s good to be here. I like your velour shirt. It’s fuzzy. That was amazing though. I have spent my whole life thinking of the sky as being up there, but the sky really starts right here in front of me. I have always thought that the sun was over there, way up in the sky, but we’re in the sun because we can see it and we can feel it. We are inside the sun If. We’re not just looking at it, were inside it. We can see the moon, but we are in the sun. I don’t remember what it was like before I was born but I think it will be similar to what it is like after I die. I’m here right now, aren’t I If. This is real isn’t it? This is real isn’t it? This is real isn’t it? This is real isn’t it? This is real isn’t it? This is real isn’t it? This, all of this, it’s real.“ Philosophized Delilah.
“Delilah, yeah. This is oh so real. This is real like, all there is real, and this is real like there are infinite options real. This is real like if our generation survives the arguments of the generations that came before us, well, if we can survive their taxation on abusing absolute power, well we have a chance to do something amazing you know? You said that the Universe is ours? It is. We’re the first generation that has the tools to go in that direction. We can start it. We just have to hide our dreams in a safe place, wait for time to take care of the problem of the people that are older than us, and when you feel inside yourself that you are power- ful enough to stand up to their authority. When you are powerful enough, start unleashing your dream. The younger generations, they want to see people that care. So just care. Avoid all the people that don’t care and just care and spend time with people that care. It’s a hard time for people that care, there aren’t many of us.“ Said If.
“Yeah. That’s why you do this, isn’t it? It’s like I was just pulled outside of everything I have ever known and now I know there is something else. I like you so much.” said Delilah.
“I like you so much too. You don’t need to see it all the time, you don’t want to see it all the time, and you just need to know it’s there.“ Said IF
“Let’s just sit and listen for a while.“ Said Delilah.
With that she nestled up against If and the two of them relaxed. Delilah leaned her head back and gave If a soft kiss on the neck. If gave her a slow hug and pulled her closer. Right now, they were doing what they wanted to do since the first time they saw each other months ago. They don’t even know how many times they touched eyes at the local shows in the scene, they became experts at smiling at each other at the shows and they built up a romantic tension. A silent game being played by two people that were in the same scene but weren’t in each other’s scene. The Lucid Delinquents are covered in sweat and the lead singer, Almedo as he calls himself, has his shirt off, revealing his thin tight frame, the kind of frame that only lead singers have and his long hair harkens back to a time period when musicians paved the way to social consciousness and creative enlightenment. The time when musicians were shamans and lived musical lifestyles and didn’t just participate in some kind of lyrical computerized fashion show. There was a time before the glossy magazines and the professional gossips, just like there was a time before the glossy musicians.
These Lucid Delinquents, well they always made If feel like Woodstock could be just around the corner at any moment, not the Woodstock of Fire and Embarrassment but the Woodstock of Aquarius and Promise. Not the generational criminal insanity but the pinnacle of a generation of euphoria. The memory everyone wishes they had, instead of the memory everyone wishes they could forget. The Delinquents finish, give their grand finale and as they strum their last note, an ebony colored woman steps up and gives a shirt back to Almedo, she is his girlfriend.
If looks down at Delilah and she looks up at him and they give each other another soft squeeze together. They head outside. They are both trying to coyly discern a way to keep the night alive for themselves.
If and Delilah are both standing in front of the Northside Tavern.
If pipes up. “This was nice. Good music, good people, good vibes. I dig that.”
Delilah Laughs. “You dig it?”
“Yeah I dig it.” said If.
Delilah just laughs. “You would say “Dig.”
“Who are you? It’s taken me a long time to craft this vocabulary. Each word is carefully selected for both flavor and perfection.” said If.
“Yeah, so, are we going to keep this party going?” asked Delilah.
“When do you have to be up?” asked If.
“I work late, so whenever.” said Delilah.
“Then how about this, let’s go hang out and listen to music at whoever has the most songs on their playlist?” said If.
“Or we could just go to your place and listen to some music.” said Delilah.
“We can do that. I have some nice speakers and it’s a little known fact that one of my favorite hobbies is staring at the ceiling listening to music with the lights off, except for the colors of my glowing screen that I will try levitate with my mind.” said If.
“We can listen to some music and levitate.” said Delilah.
A taxi ride, a house key turned, a joint smoked and a computer turned on later, the two of them are laying on the ground spread out in oppo- site directions ear to ear staring at the calling listening to Stairway to Heaven, followed by the entire Pink Floyd catalog, Air, BT’s This Binary Universe, and a number of other choice elegant tunes and every Sarah McLachlan song ever given a trance remix treatment. In other words there was some music to be heard and some time to be spent beauti- fully doing nothing other than looking at some waves of sound. After some lengthy quality conversation about beautiful fluid topics, Delilah leans over and asks If what he is doing tomorrow.
“I actually have an assignment that I have to go on.” said If.
“What do you mean an assignment?” asked Delilah.
“I am a professional author and on the regular I cover the local night club and art scene and get to know the people that make the night life happen in this small corner of the world. I write the stories that I come home with and as it turns out I am a pretty decent writer and people dig my styles and I earn enough money through AdSense to pay for this apartment and the items you see in It.” said IF.
“Really? So what’s your assignment tomorrow?” asked Delilah.
“I’m covering a new invite only club that opened up in Columbus up north. It’s supposed to be straight spontaneous because get this, they don’t have any lights in the main room. It’s just comfortable chairs spread over the floor, not just on the sides and everyone has flashlights and red laser pointer pens and there is some low key European DJ that is going to school at Ohio State that spins the softest trance grooves in the state. The vibe is supposed to be spectacular and I got invited to come check it out.” said If.
“You’re the first professional author I have ever met.” said Delilah.
“There aren’t many of us but every now and again, some guy or girl figures out how to turn that damn computer into a genie machine.” said If.
“A genie machine?” asked Delilah.
“Yeah. I push the buttons and the thing spits out a living for me. I quite like that.” said If.
“Everyone has a talent.” said Delilah.
“Mine is turning ordinary computers, into genie machines.” said If.
“No lights?” asked Delilah.
“No lights. I’ll find out if that’s hype or not when I get there.” said If.
If reached his hands up and started to give Delilah a scalp massage. He started to put a soft kind of pressure in circles on her scalp and in circles on her temples. She liked it. They both closed their eyes and started to stare into the music.
“What are you thinking of?” said If.
“That this feels really nice. Good music, nice lucid feeling, mysterious guy, and a massage. Life is good, right now.” said Delilah.
“I’m listening.” said If.
“Just keep massaging. “ said Delilah.
“Okay.” Laughed If.
“I’m studying fashion design, right? It was better before I knew how it worked. Fashion was more glamorous before I knew what kind of work was put into it. It’s so, so, depressing. You have to be making a sale all the time, you’re always selling fabric. That’s all it’s really about. Now they tell you it’s all about predicting colors and new trends and this and that, but it’s really just about making something at a low cost as a company by any means necessary and then selling whatever gets made for as much as possible by any means necessary and then repeat. There is nothing glamorous about it. It’s just a massive sale of fabric at an in inflated price. It’s disgusting but that is just how it is.“ Said Delilah.
“I’ve heard.” said If.
“Here turn around, let me see your feet.” said If.
Delilah turns around and Nicholas sits up and he takes off her shoes and her socks and he slowly starts to run his hands around and under her feet and in between her toes. He is massaging her souls, as she is getting to know his.
(If you are reading this, and you have a special someone, massage their feet shortly after reading this. This is the Universe telling you to do something, and that something is, a foot massage for at least ten min- utes. Now back to the story. )
Delilah is smiling.
“Your problem is that you are real. You are a real person who has real dreams and real talent that you want to accentuate. You couldn’t have gotten this far into fashion design if you didn’t. It’s not easy to do what you are learning. You may not like it when you understand it, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy. The thing is, that school that you are going to, that design school. That place is on the cutting edge of capitalism every day. That is where they take in geniuses and they beg them to keep this machine of buying and selling of materials running. They are slyly begging our generation to keep the materials moving. You are being begged to keep this industrial object oriented society alive. It’s up to you and all of your design school friends in your generation. You’re the Research and Development minds in training and the best of you, will eventually learn how the whole thing works from top to bottom.
You’re just being introduced into it. It’s not going to change, you’re just going to learn more and more about what you are already learning about now. You’re learning about the business of selling fabric and dye and how to support companies of people and their families, it’s honorable, but it’s exactly what you think it is, and you’re learning a trade. You help support fashion, and fashion will help support you.
It’s not a terrible dream, it isn’t a nightmare, you’re doing honest work designing clothes and doing the research work that it takes to be a part of a company that wants to survive and that wants to make sure that health insurance is paid for, and that rent is paid and car insurance is covered and groceries can be bought, whenever you buy clothing from a label you’re not only buying the cloth but you’re also helping to pay for all of the bills that the people that make the clothes need paid. You’re buying their internet access and their computers and their video games and their puppies and kitten food, every single piece of clothing you buy is you trading money and making a decision that you want to support the people that make the product that you just purchased. You want them to survive and keep doing what they are doing. That’s the deal, that’s how all of it works. We’re all walking around voting on who we want to keep doing what they are doing. If you keep learning what you are learning, people that aren’t involved in fashion but that want
clothing, will be supporting you and your lifestyle. That’s the deal. The trick is to figure out who you think is the most important to you, and who do you want to support? What community do you want to be a part of and in that, well in the answer to that question, you will find your place in life and it will make sense and you’ll be able to fall in love with what you are doing.” said If.
“That makes sense. Who do you want to be around?” said Delilah.
“People like you. People that might have something new behind their eyes, people that have a dream and that never say terrible things about those that do. People that don’t complain and don’t have a reason to, the people that work hard enough doing the things they want to do so that they are leading regretless lives. The people that are mad about life and laugh really easily. That’s who I want to be around.” said If.
“That’s nice, I like that.” said Delilah.
“We’ve just been playing hide and seek with each other for a couple months, but it looks like we found each other.” said If.
A full body massage, many songs, a sun rise, a knowing goodbye, a promise to see each other again, a departure from each other, two and a half doobs, a post on a blog, a nap and a drive up to Columbus later and If is standing in front of Blind.
There is a line of smart looking men and women waiting to spend some time in the darkness that Blind promises twice a week. Ladies wearing black gowns and black gloves, and men wearing black shirts and black pants. If is the only person out of nearly fifty or sixty people in the vicinity that is wearing any color at all. No matter. If starts to walk in…
“You must be If. Everyone else knows not to wear color.“ Said the doorman.
“I am If and no one said anything about the color rule.” said If.
“No matter, enjoy your evening and I look forward to reading your next posting.” said the doorman. 29
A hostess escorted If to the last room of light before the main spot, a manager came over and chatted with If and they talked about his website and how it was a big hit among a lot of the people at this club. A couple patrons suggested that he be invited to come check it out and that’s kind of how the special invite even came to be. The manager tells him that he should use the flashlight sparingly and that the red laser light is to let people know where you are. He’s told that everyone in here is professional and one last thing, that it’s surprising what the darkness does to people. Something about an absolute lack of light, that changes people.
If shakes the man’s hand, thanks him for the invite and makes his way into the club. The door closes behind him and the music that he heard from just outside the door was now ridiculously perfect and loud. There wasn’t going to be any conversation tonight. No, this wasn’t a conversation club. You can’t read lips, or facial expressions. Apparently this was a club devoted to touching and real body language. Slow, conversational, nice touching. Massaging. There was an unspoken rule to be sensual and not sexual, since that could ruin the whole vibe, not that it didn’t happen, but it only really happened with the people that didn’t get it, and that couldn’t control it, it’s not a brothel, it’s a club exploring touching.
The music has a European edge to it, which makes sense, it is aggressive ambient music. Just the kind that If likes. This is the same kind of music he listens to when he is crafting his craft. He really liked web authoring because he felt published, he didn’t need a book on a shelf to be published but he was writing, enough money was coming in to pay the rent and he was being invited to places like this, he was an author, he was published, he was successful, and he was read by thousands of people that could contact him directly. He was better than Barnes and Nobles published, fuck Barnes and Nobles. He had something better than a book, he had a conversation that he was professionally involved in and well, tonight, he was Blind.
If turns on his flashlight and it’s not even normally bright, it’s just barely bright enough to let him see his way to a place to sit down. There are soft chairs covering the whole floory floor. If finds his way over to a small velvety lounge in the corner and gets comfortable. He turns off his flashlight and turns on his laser pointer. He begins to rock some laser light dancing. He starts moving the little red dot around the room trying to get the attention of other red dots. That is who he was tonight. He was a red dot. He wasn’t a pretty face, he wasn’t a slim build, he wasn’t a nice shirt, and he was a red glowing dot floating around the room. That’s If tonight, that’s all he was. There must have been fifty or sixty red lights bouncing around the room in an odd pattern of coher- ence that didn’t quite make sense. Roughly ten minutes of laser dancing later and he felt someone sit down next to him.
Shortly after a hand was placed on his neck and it began to massage his neck. It felt good. Another hand came over and found his hand and placed a small pill in it. Wouldn’t be the first anonymous pill he ever took, so he pops it. A bottle of water comes his way and he swallows it. Blind. Nice place. Random people and random pills, European music and dancing red lights. Futuristic. Damn it is futuristic. It’s a small slice of perfection, a club with such a Republican, handpicked clientele that for at least right now, it works. An extensive neck massage later, a euphoric lapse into bliss and a new person sitting next to him later and life is taking on an interesting twist. The pill was obviously ecstasy and as it turns out it was damn good ecstasy too. If found his hands rubbing his face and his neck and the couch that he was on. He finds a set of hands rubbing the couch also from the other side. They meet. The hands feel feminine, nice nails, soft hands. Small. Everything moves slow in the darkness but If’s mind is racing as two hands are exploring each other, like a sensual conversation. Like two blind deaf people getting to know each other for the first time. There is just touch in this club so touch is how you communicate. “This is beyond perfection, this is futuristic. What am I going to write about this place? AAAH my teeth are grinding. Fuck it, it feels good. It’s not like this is an everyday thing. Oh man, the waves, the universe can feel this good, this is how it can feel to exist, existing feels like this and this hand. When did skin ever feel so perfect and amazing?” said If to no one in particular, but quite fast. She’s moving closer. I’m used to making the first move. The darkness really does make people different it seems. The euphoria. Her skin. She moves closer. Lips and fingers, fingers and lips. If moves closer she moves closer. Hands. Back. Lips. Lips. Tongues. Sensual Amaze- ment. A wordless conversation, a sightless beauty. Light creates the problems of inequality where in the darkness, skin to skin, all that matters is the rhythm. Just enjoy the conversation and curse the light. The massaging continues, tongues caress, the warm moistness of two souls interacting. It was at this point that If makes a small but poignant discovery. This woman, is not a woman.
This woman, well, is a smooth skinned man. Too cosmopolitan to freak out, too saturated in serotonin to care, nervousness, learning. “Holy Shit I am kissing a man. Do I get up, do I pull away? What do I do? Should I care, it didn’t matter a couple seconds ago? Why does it matter now? Who is going to know and who is going to care?” thought If.
It turns out that when a writer who is solely interested in accumulating stories runs into a new situation that would obviously make for great content for a professional online space. That a person like this in a situation like this just rolls with it. Just slides with it. Hesitation. Gen- der confusion. Is this an abandoning of women or is this the accept- ance of men? Delilah! Oh my goodness Delilah? What will she think? Or is this just this moment and nothing more? Since this isn’t a life- style, why does it matter? This mouth to mouth feels so amazing, not unlike a woman, but it’s not a woman, but it feels like a woman and this guy knows how to kiss. He knows all the moves too, soft, fast, soft bite, teeth lick, breath inhale, neck to ear to neck to mouth. This guy has all the moves. I can appreciate that. Why not just consider this a practice session? A brushing up of skill?
The more practice you get the better you get so, fuck it, this is basketball practice for the mouth. I can live with that. He feels perfect, his skin is smooth, and he isn’t pushy.
He gets it. Fuck it, have fun.
This would have never happened in the light without this pill. I love this, this is amazing, this is perfect. I can do whatever I want to do and right now, I just want to experience this moment. Time to slide away, in search of other skin. Several hands, backs, genders, ages and mouths later. An invitation to return. A thought of experiencing the original. A drive home. A squat in front of a computer screen. A tap dance across a keyboard, creates the following…
Authorial Entry Club Blind:
I’m sitting here with Delilah in my arms after two solid nights of beauti- ful music and beautiful chemical technology. Let me tell you about Blind. Last night, I was in Columbus, Ohio and found myself in a lovely situation. A club with no lights, Shift into madness when the light disappears, club for your life when the music is clear. Sounds and rhythms biting your ear, waiting for you to bite back. Ecstasy pills and velvet chandeliers. Kisses with women and massages my dear. Inhibi- tions lost and euphoria found. Ah, the most pleasing sounds. Gender- less obsessions with the only skin that exists. Slowly exploring sensual- ity in brazen opposition to sexuality. Fair skinned men and women getting on with getting it on and feeling the thrills of a beautiful answer that solves an ugly problem. Some people want to be touched and last night at Blind, you could be touched so much.
Hands touching hands, skin touching skin, anonymous sensations. Discretion left at the door. There were a couple of us that somehow ended up on the floor. Making out with making up for lost time. Futur- istic explorations flooding the night. A couple people pinched my ass. Yeah, it felt perfect and right and I pinched back. You’d think this poet crazy, and in the maze of life, become invited to Blind, and you just might see the light. Delilah said “That’s it, that’s what you do to pay for this apartment and all of this.”
If said “Pretty neat huh. This time I wrote something flowery, it’s crazy but people like what I do with an alphabet. I get paid to push electrons around the circuit boards of stranger’s computers. What do you think?” said If.
“I want you to show me how to do it.” Said Delilah laughing.
Then If leaned back and took a massive toke and passed the smoke to Delilah and started laughing.
Moral of the Story:
It’s awesome being young and if you explore enough while you are young, well, then you’ll have something to talk about when you’re older. Waste enough time right now, and you’ll just get used to turning your potential into regret.
That’s Kablamo!
Twenty Second Folio ________________________________
It’s That Conversation that Has Sunrise in It
Chapter One
It was an apartment in the city. It was a view of the Roebling Bridge just below the penthouse suite. It was the WEBN Fireworks and it was four bottles of wine and two glasses. It was ten o’clock at night and it was a refrigerator filled with fruits and vegetables. It was nothing. It was just … nothing. It was a view over the water that was the new water. All of the water made its way down the Ohio River and this water was having its chance. It was this water’s turn and there was no one around in the apartment overlooking an epic event. There were maybe a million people splitting the shores of the Ohio River the very same River that angered Kentucky for not being named the Kentucky River. That Rand Paul was interested in running for president with an attitude like, nothing stopping it from being named the Kentucky River. Someone might want to know what is involved in names and when it’s right on the border you can tell the cartographer was Northern and that border belongs to Ohio apparently and everyone in Kentucky has to speak the name of Ohio every year for the WEBN Fireworks and everyone in Kentucky walks north to the Ohio river and everyone in Ohio walks south to the Ohio river and the Ohio river is oblivious being what it has been since before Christopher Columbus graced these shores, being what it was since before the Iroquois settled camp, being what it is since the glaciers made their way south and pushed the earth forward with its glacier movement that through weight alone pushed dirt and earth forward and reseeded when the planet warmed up again and brought us out of an ice age.
There was an apartment overlooking a river that was preparing to spark some fire and light up the sky and there was an apartment underneath a penthouse that was empty and it had a refrigerator that was filled with fruits and vegetables and there was some wine and some glasses and over here there was a blender that could do some blender work and it was a night with an apartment.
There was a door knob turning and in they walked. First through the door was the lead singer of the Dead Pencil’s Richard Ovaline and he was decked in some gear that he picked up from Ohio Against the World and he just looked like he was against the world with his hair tussed and his shoes sockless and he he was against it he was against the world and he was standing near the window beckoning for Zoe Picard – Waterfalls to come watch the first fire work fire off. It was pop. Pop. Pop. BRACK! There were sparkles all over the sky.
Zoe stood close to Richard and they had some fireworks to watch. They actually had a lot of fireworks to watch. More than one firework to watch. More than two. And. More than three. They had a night of fireworks to watch.
Zoe walked over to the window and threw some water over the balcony just to watch it fall and then fall some more and then fall some more before it splashed on the concrete below. She just wanted to do that. She just wanted to watch some water fall somehow far was it to the ground water falling how far she just wanted to watch it fall to the ground and make a puddle. She got what she wanted.
Richard just noticed something. He noticed he had some wine right where he left it.
“Want some wine Zoe?” asked Richard
“I’ll have a bottle.” Said Ze.
“I’ll have a bottle too.” Said Richard.
So Richard picked up a bottle of Mascato and picked up a cork screw and twisted the cork screw into the bottle and started to pull he was yanking and pulling and he was exerting energy and then he started to twist and pull and the cork came out.
He handed the bottle of Moscato to Ze and she tilted her head back and took a giant swig. She just wanted to feel it.
Richard uncorked his Moscato and took his swig.
“We’re just standing here.” Said Richard
The Fireworks were lighting up the room.
“Not much else to do Dick. “ Said Ze coyly.
“There is a lot to do.” Said Dick.
“We’re doing the do.” Said Ze.
“Stand there in the window.” Said Dick.
“Okay.” Said Ze.
Dick pulled out his phone and started to get into photographer mode and was all Ze is his model with the backdrop of the fireworks. He had to leave the light on so that she wasn’t silhouetted with the hard back lighting but he wanted her with fireworks behind her. He did all the dids and adjusted the ISO and had a softening filter on and he was up really close to her so that on the right side of the frame was her left eye and on the right side of the frame was a fireworks display and he was done.
Ze said “Modeling is not hard.”
“I know.” Said Dick.
“I don’t mind modeling.” Said Ze.
“How about this. Ze. Take your shirt off.” Said Dick.
“Just my shirt.” Said Ze.
“Just your shirt.” Said Dick.
Ze takes her shirt off and stand in the window. Her tight hourglass was telling the time. She took another big swig of the wine and she was standing there composed.
“You need to pose me.” Said Ze.
Dick walked over and moved her hands behind her head and had her arch her back he molded her with his hands into a shape and a form she normally would not take.
Dick stood in front of Ze and started taking photographs in rapid succession and he was auto loading them to Instagram and Ze felt the fame coursing through her body. She sort of cocked her head to the side slightly and looked out of the side of her face at Dick and he kept taking photographs of her. His Instagram was doing what Instagram was for.
Ze started jumping up and down.
The fireworks were fire working behind her.
One of the lead singers of the dead pencils was photographing Ze jumping up and down and he started to jump up and down as well and he wanted a photograph where they were both up.
Then he turned the camera off. He picked up her shirt and handed it back to her and she put it back on.
She just sort of looked at him.
“You needed to photograph me with my shirt off.” Said Ze
“No.” said Dick.
“You just wanted me to take my shirt off didn’t you.” Said Ze
“I always want you to take your shirt off.” Said Dick.
“I can’t always take my shirt off Richard. It gets cold.” Said Ze
“I don’t want you to always take your shirt off. They are fun to photograph.” Said Dick.
“What are fun to photograph, go ahead, you can say it.” Said Ze
“Your tats are fun to photograph. They are. And then you start jumping and I start jumping and we start jumping and it becomes a moment where I like taking photographs and with the fireworks our Instagram just might as well have some decent photographs and the math is amazing a woman, a woman with her shirt off, fireworks, that’s some good math right there you know people want to see that.” Said Dick.
“How many times have you asked me to take my shirt off Dick?” said Ze
“Every time you have ever been in this apartment.” Said Dick.
“I get that. I get that you want me to take my shirt off.” Said Ze.
“I get that you don’t mind being a model. Thank you.” Said Dick.
They be working on their wine. The wine be ghandi at this point just outie none left to drinksy at this point.
“Hey.” Said Ze.
“Hey.” Said Dick.
“We need some more wine. We have two more bottles.” Said Ze.
“We do.” Said Dick.
“Alright.” Said Ze.
“How about this.” Said Dick.
“I’ll take my pants off for you when you hand me the bottle of wine.” Said Ze.
“Okay.” Said Dick.
Dick walks over and notice something. Just. The Masses. It’s like you can’t have mass without a mass of people. It’s like it’s not a ceremony it’s a thing. Going to mass. Like Ohio and Kentucky holds mass once a year and they celebrate with fireworks and it’s just something that they do. Coming together for a mass. A mass of people. A mass of understanding.
“Dick, I need the wine to take my pants off.” Said Ze.
“Yeah.” Said Dick.
Dick walks over and gets involved in uncorking some wine and he makes a decision. He takes out six glasses from the cupboard and he just starts pouring glasses. He starts pouring glasses of wine and Zoe sees what he is preparing to do and is like:
“No. Just give me the bottle.” Said Zoe.
“Goddamn.” Said Dick.
Dick hands Zoe the bottle and she kicks her head back and takes a swill of the wine and just looks out the window. She’s getting the photograph she wants and there is nothing stopping her.
“You have a photograph you need to take for my Instagram.” Said Zoe.
“You mean that photograph.” Said Dick.
“I’ll take my clothing off slowly and you just keep taking photographs.” Said Ze
“Just remember to keep your eyes on the camera.” Said Dick.
“Alright.” Said Ze.
There were fireworks in the background and the different colors were captivating and it was a moment like this that kept a relationship revolving. Instagram. Place to showcase some time spent doing something. Doing something, with all of the places you can place pieces of time spent doing something. Time spent taking clothing off and time spent putting it back on.
Dick had his nice camera cock eyed and he had the flash on and Ze, Ze was taking the night into her hands and she was motivating the camera shutter to capture her taking the time to put on a show. She was putting on her show. The same show she put on every time she was at Dick’s apartment. The same show. The same show Instagram had a catalog of shots of.
“Take your pants off Dick.” Said Ze.
“You don’t want to be only one naked.” Said Dick.
“No, we aren’t getting naked. We are just going to take some photographs.” Said Ze.
Ze picked up her pants and she wrapped them around her neck and pulled the tops and bottoms of the pants down around her and she had her attitude on and she was staring down that camera with every ounce of da fuck kind of world are we living in that develops a need for this many photographs and this much content and asks this much of a group of people that could very well be spending all of their time at the bar like tradition speaks of but we got all of this extra work to do and the content management system be spying on all of us and making certain the women are as naked as they can be as often as possible and some people that don’t know how to talk to women are staring at the people that do wondering what the secret to life is that makes people fall in love and Ze is standing there with her top folded and cropped up and you can see the bottom cleavage and her entire lower half which some people would call her better half but really it’s her more frightening half and Ze and Dick already had the conversation where they talk about the lower half and how men have an outie and women have an innie and we are all basically the same and evolved into a situation where we got some props to play with that we ain have when we were kids and the Nintendo entertainment system robbed millions of people of their ability to take their clothing off but we still need a new generation and it’s all awkward and some people had some intuition to keep eyes on this machine that has been given to us and if you need a reason to see someone naked you can just ask and when you whip out the camera and the wine you can model for Instagram and we can all have wood stock like Ze and Dick here spending time and then …
“Bend over Ze.” Said Dick.
Ze bent over and exposed her hot and she wondered if this was the it that was all the it that there was to do and she was like we could be playing video games or we could be drinking wine and taking our clothing off and Dick was like :
Playing some Carl XOX from his phone and he had it emitting radio frequencies to the speakers he had on blue tooth and now it was Ze in another world with some of that four four playing and they weren’t playing video games but they were playing with their clothing and it was a moment like this that kept everyone single because this was marriage and tranquility and this was the mating dance of the future and the nakedity was just waiting for the Instagram to be something that was like Facebook needed a photograph of you naked and you were just waiting to take that photograph and the world was waiting to see you strutting around with your clothing off and the FCC don’t scare me but the FCC better scare you to keep within the rules and remember what we don’t want to see and just what we want to and when was the last time you and your special someone got together in a hotel room overlooking the fireworks and had a night where you just get together with Zelda and do that stuff you do when you found Zelda because Zelda was sitting there waiting for with no idea what you had to do to find her and she just knows you aren’t the dark prince and fuck him anyways and now you have your hotel room and you are with Zelda and you got a camera and an Instagram account and enough wine to take away your cares and you just for the fuck of it bought a basketball just to pop a three pointer and you left the ball on the court and now you alone with ze in the room just below the pent house and the fireworks are all going off and you can tell the world is wondering what you going to do next and you going to take some photographs and then she is going to take some photographs of Dick naked and for a night during labor day a man and a woman are going to pad their Instagram account and do that thing that everyone is born waiting to do …
Spend some time naked with someone.
Chapter 2
It was midnight. Ze and Dick were laying on a mattress staring at the ceiling. They had their socks on and their hair was tussled. They had been laying there for about an hour. Ze was asleep. Dick was he was staring at the ceiling. He called staring at the ceiling meditation because he had a lot of thoughts going through his head and he wasn’t doing anything so instead of calling doing this staring at the ceiling he called it meditation. It seemed appropriate. Ze was out. Dick was sort zoned out in a way that happened every night. He just had this string of thoughts that went through his mind and he remembered it was time to do his taxes. Dick’s meditation space was always difficult to remember but like, man, he knew it was real and it was therapeutic and frightening at times and he never remembered what he meditated on but he knew he spent a lot of time exploring inner space. He didn’t know how or with what but as a functioning human being he knew that his inner space was like that part of him that was not outside of himself and he knew it was epic. There was thought inside of him and outside of him there was space.
Dick knew that. He knew inside of him was thought. His ceiling had a ceiling fan and the ceiling fan spun and he stared at it at night and when he was staring at it at night he let it hypnotize him. He did this thing where he would follow one fan blade around in a circle with his eyes and it helped him meditate. Sometimes he would think to himself that a ceiling fan wasn’t much and that it was a motor with some blades sticking out of it. If he wanted to make out he could get a motor and his ceiling fan would be different it would be more windy and the blade would be more tangential to the ground instead of parallel and his would produce wind so that you could use it to dry off with. It would produce a lot of wind he knew and it would only have two blades. Not four and he would do it just to make them by hand. His goal would be to install a single ceiling fan in a client’s house so that he could know for certain that he did something that someone else thought was cool and used. Like a ceiling fan.
Ze was dreaming. She was dreaming of a pea cock feather floating in a lake. There was a fish in the lake and it was happy.
Dick was still staring at the ceiling. He stood up and left Ze on the mattress. She sort of woke up a bit and was like
“Dick, come back here.” Intoned Ze.
“I need to do something. Said Dick.
“What?” said Ze.
“I need to smoke.” Said Dick.
“Whattya smoking?” said Ze.
“I was just going to roll a pinner.” Said Dick.
“Oh. Can I fun?” said Ze.
“You can fun with me.” Said Dick.
Ze stood up and she took the blanket with her and she just didn’t want to be cold even though she was stone cold right now.
Dick had some real Marijuana that he pulled from his pouch. He had some real stuff. It wasn’t weed. It was the hallucinogenic weed that provided more meditation space. It was the real.
He had a zig zag and he did what he said he was going to do. He rolled a pinner. It wasn’t that special. It wasn’t a party roll. It wasn’t a festival roll. It was a pinner. Something that only happens in the apartment.
“You can light it.” Said Dick.
Ze picked up the lighter and the pinner and cocked her head to the side and took an inhale.
“The fun.” Said Ze.
“Ain it.” Said Dick.
“We could have been prohibitionists this whole time.” Said Ze.
“I know. We could have our clothing on too.” Said Dick.
“I know. We could drink apple juice instead of hard cider.” Said Ze.
“I know. We could drink water instead of moon shine.” Said Dick.
“I know. We could be better people.” Said Ze.
“I know.” Said Dick as he pulled the pinner from Ze he cocked his head to the side and took in a deep inhale and just looked up. There wasn’t a ceiling fan either. There wasn’t Ze’s face either. He tilted his head down and there she was standing there in the blanket and she had this look like she was cool like she was just cool like she was high right now and she was sort of looking at Dick and Dick was sort of looking at her and they were both and it was one of those moments where nothing is more interesting to look at than a set of eyes for any length of time just eyes can be looking at eyes and sometimes you have to be careful to actually be looking someone in the eye and he caught Ze being a certain way.
“What?” said Ze.
“You darted right to my pupils.” Said Dick.
“Yes.” Said Ze.
“You were looking at my cheeks and then I saw you click up.” Said Dick.
“Yeah!” said Ze smiling.
“I just noticed.” Said Dick.
“Alright I can look you in the eyes if I want to.” Said Ze.
“I know. I just noticed that you did.” Sad Dick.
“Alright.” Said Ze.
Dick was inhaling the last of the pinner and he was in sufficient and he was pretty certain she was too.
“Are you sufficient?” said Dick.
“No.” said Ze.
“You’re not?” said Dick.
“No. If it was up to me we would smoke two more.” Said Ze.
“We have plenty.” Said Dick.
“Then roll two more and we each get one.” Said Ze.
So Dick pursed his lips and dropped his chin to the side and made a cool smile and smirked his lips and said :
“Okay. Ze. Two more coming right up.” Said Dick.
Ze nodded her head and was like :
“Good.”
So Dick started to roll two more. He made them fatties and he was aiming to please. She wanted her own to smoke and he didn’t mind smoking another one so tonight they were getting blazed. He reached down and gave it a tug just because he was oblivious and she noticed him and she went :
“You give it tugs?” said Ze.
“What?” said Dick.
“Your man, you gave your man a pull?” said Ze.
“Yeah. Yeah I gave it a tug.” Said Dick.
“I just noticed.” Said Ze.
“You ever rub you tits? “ said Dick.
“Sometimes.” Said Ze.
“Alright then.” Said Dick.
Ze noticed he was done rolling two Marijuana Cigarettes and he slid one across the table to her. She stopped it from rolling onto the floor.
There was one lighter and Dick had it in his hand.
He lit his cigarette and then he reached out and lit Ze’s.
They were sitting there and Dick walked over and laid down on the mattress. It was a comfortable mattress and Ze walked over too and got in on the other side. They were laying there listening to nightfall and smoking Marijuana.
It was one of those nights and there wasn’t much else to do it was more of a Meditation Studio than people realized. It was in want of a television and radio. It had a pc that was hooked up to the internet that was currently playing some night time melodies from Spotify and it was perfect. There wasn’t a party going on and there wasn’t several dozen people milling about and honestly Ze and Dick have talked about this and they have talked about how they don’t have many friends they have met a lot of people in life but they don’t have many friends in that there aren’t many people they can just call on the phone that will come over and play or drink and it’s been one of those lives.
“We met not too long ago didn’t we?” said Dick.
“Yeah. We were the two lonely birds flying solo at the Comet.” Said Ze.
“We just happened to be at the bar.” Said Dick.
“You asked me if I wanted to play pool.” Said Ze.
“You said yes.” Said Dick.
“I did.” Said Ze.
“How long did we play pool for?” said Dick.
“We played about four games and then you invited me back here.” Said Ze.
“You’re still here.” Said Dick.
“I know. I like it here. It’s quiet.” Said Ze.
“I try to keep it that way.” Said Dick.
“It’s been about two weeks.” Said Ze.
“I know. I’m not saying anything. It’s nice being around you.” Said Dick.
“Thank you.” Said Ze who then rolled over and pulled Dick’s nose and then rolled back.
Chapter 3
Ze be all like , sittin there playing with a basket. She is running her fingers along it’s weaved wooden sides and she runs her fingers along it’s handle. She’s sitting there wondering if she will ever weave a basket.
“Say La Vie.” Said Ze to herself.
“Datch Ya Doing?” said Dick.
“Sittin here.” Said Ze.
“I don’t know.” Said Dick.
“Yeah.” Said Ze.
“So.” Said Dick.
Ze breathes a sigh.
Dick looks at Ze.
Ze looks at Dick.
A moment passes.
Dick walks over to the computer. Sits down.
Thinks to himself.
| I d o n ‘ t k n o w |
Places his right hand on the mouse and pauses for a second.
Has a moment.
Sort of looks over his shoulder at Ze.
Has a moment.
Thinks about his right hand.
Shakes his head.
| t h a t t h e r e w o u l d e v e r b e a m o m e n t t h a t I p l a c e m y r i g h t h a n d o n a m o u s e .|
Then he takes his right hand and moves it horizontally on the z plane it rests on and slides a cursor along the x axis and the y axis of a collection of pixels that just so happen to be formulated right in front of him and he moves the cursor south direct t a green circle with three black lines curved into it.
Spotify.
He thinks to himself.
|W i l l I e v e r s u b s c r i b e t o T i d a l M a g a z i n e ?” A s t h o u g h |
He clicks on Spotify.
Pulls up his current playlist.
He be all sitting there after some | W h a t ? |
He thinks to himself about how many hours he has spent listening to something invisible. Something like wallpaper. This thing. This valuable as paint thing. That people spend time coloring the what with? He is just sitting there pulling up his as close as he can describe it list of songs that he is most interested if someone would ask him the most certain question…
What do you listen to you?
It’s a question he has never been asked more than if he is being honest some seventy two or ninety eight times but he always has a funny way of answering it. He has to his recollection always felt like he listens to if Dick is being honest listening to corporatica or group work or production studio equipment or tools of trade now some eighty thousands hours having been of wanting to be alive but he just if he is a certain way about the numbers in some sense alright eighty thousand hours of being alive just thinking maybe taking into consideration future thoughts that his current thoughts may or may not be aware of on this how does memory work again and that there may be something to wondering if the human psyche is aware of itself in a past present and future sense in that maybe his present sense through recalling a moment in what could be considered the past is in fact not so much pulling from memory but accessing a moment through some if there was ever something that never moved it would be the mind in it’s encapsulated existence and that at any given moment if there was something capable of focusing on shifting the position of a universe it would be a focused mind recollecting a thought coupled with a when was the last time he listened to
Busy Child
By
Crystal Method
and he is just sitting there spending time wondering of the songs in his robust library playlist that he wishes played more advertisements as from time to time he just wants to know more about some businesses that would be interested in supporting the invisible wall paper business and would just be interested in a post media world of just who the fuck really gives a shit about music because he knows maybe it shouldn’t be playing in grocery stores even though he is really excited every time he hears someone’s song made it onto the grocery list and if people really wanted to know if they made it it would be if anyone ever listened to your song while shopping in the
Asleep in the Bread Aisle
By
Asher Roth
And he just has this wall paper collection that he has access to and he just it’s everywhere and produced by a couple people and he is just sitting there listening to role models with their emotive explanations of why they give a fuck about a recording studio and it’s like the least that could happen is that they take it seriously and Spotify if he was being honest would sit you down once a week and really serve the advertisers and really treat it like a informational session and to be a certain way about it that if you have a Spotify subscription and you want to listen to music for a year without advertising that Spotify would have a moment where it would realize that in the action of pressing play someone or something or a group of people or all of it was present and that this thing isn’t a radio that when the music is playing on this thing someone is sitting there and that it’s not a car stereo that no one knows anything about and that if there was ever a situation where Pandora just scratched the surface of it that if it’s about branding and letting people know who supports music that the entire enterprise could be flying in a different pattern through something invisible that maybe I just can’t see sound waves but isn’t it the most mysterious thing that of the things that can get me to lift a finger isn’t music the only thing
“Play some Stone Temple Pilots.” Said Ze
“Purple or Plush?” said Dick
“Tiny Music … “
Alright.
Then Dick graces his fingers on the Z Plane and wed himself to “Tiny Music” and thought to himself if there was anything about people being people, it’s music.
It just so happens that he was fully intent on doing what he always does.
It started to play and the most surprising thing has to do with lag and that it’s the instantaneousness of it and that he sat there sixteen inches from his computer monitor and stopped doing all of it.
His apartment was transported to circa 1999 Seattle and just like that he was somewhere else just lost in the arrogant notes of some people that were just melodic about their arrogance but he didn’t mind because it was music and there was a moment where he thought.
| W o u l d I E v e r U N D E R S T A N D a n d |
He just had this zoned out moment where he was just wishing there was something involving four hours he could do to really make certain that the mother fucking stone temple pilots would the fuck just motherfucking know someone was the fuck listening to their tracks and it just wasn’t there right now they just couldn’t possibly know that there would even be a pressure sensor associated with Spotify so that when he was just into it he could let it know how much he was into it by squeezing down on some kind of hacky sack or ping pong ball and that between 1 and 10,000 units of pressure he could just be letting it know how he feels about it by squeezing something while sitting here doing nothing but making certain something knew that it was being listened to and if the Pressure could just build and he could just squeeze something
“Hey Ze?” said Dick
“Yeah.” Said Ze.
“Would you squeeze something while listening to a song you liked if you knew it was important?” said Dick.
“Yeah.” Said Ze.
“Wondering?” said Dick
Alright so like he would just be sitting there on Spotify with a pressure sensitive hacky sack in his hand and like when Big Bang Baby came on he would just squeeze as hard as his little human hand could muster and then when like Ricky Martin came on he would just throw it against the wall and just let Ricky Martin know to shut the fuck up and that whatever.
Like if he could just let it know.
Chapter 4
Dick was involved in his own personal downward dog in the middle of his apartment. He knew he had too much stuff. Just too much. He knew he did. He knew it. He didn’t even want carpeting. He knew he wanted a wood floor. He knew he did. He knew it. He knew when it came to floor he wanted wood. He knew it. When it came to wood floors he knew he wanted wood. He was in the downward dog position and he was just at the point where he was transitioning to the upward dog position when she walked in.
“Cha doin?” said Ze.
“Yoga.” Said Dick.
“K’s” said Ze.
“I can’t even do yoga when you are in the room even though I would love to be able to.” Said Dick.
“Y Not?” said Ze.
“I’m not at that level yet. I’m not at the level where I can do yoga in my apartment with someone else in the room. I’m not. I can do yoga in a room with an instructor but I’m not at the level of my yoga where when someone else is in the room I can keep doing yoga. I can do yoga by myself alone and that’s the only way I can really do yoga.” Said Dick.
“You don’t have to do yoga.” Said Ze.
“I know. Well I sort of have to. I know I don’t have to. Like I know. But I sort of do.” Said Dick.
“I don’t do yoga.” Said Ze.
“Aaagh. I know. You don’t do a lot of stuff.” Said Dick.
“Is there anything wrong with not doing a lot of stuff?” said Ze.
“No.” said Dick the opposite of sternly but just as confident. A very confident not stern statement of just that.
“Can you get in trouble for doing a lot of stuff?” said Ze.
“Yeah. If I am being honest. If you do a lot of stuff you can get in trouble.” Said Dick.
“I know. I know that a long time ago.” Said Ze.
“Well.” Said Dick.
Ze shook her head a little bit from side to side and it looked like she had the first thought she had had in several times and she sort of bended her neck and her head moved from side to side and she rolled her head around some and she sort of looked to the side and then she looked at Dick and then she lowered her body and did a single push up.
“If you did one of those a day. You would do 365 a year. That’s not a small number.” Said Ze.
Dick’s eyes sort of reacted and that was all.
Chapter 5
Ze had her chiffon on. She was standing there looking in the mirror. She was just looking at herself. She was sort of noticing how she liked the color of the chiffon. It was the only dress she was ever given and she only wore it in front of the mirror. No one else knew that.
Dick walked in and noticed her wearing the chiffon in front of the mirror and when she realized someone saw her wearing it. She habitually stopped looking in the mirror and started to pull her shoulder out of the dress and she started to disrobe. Dick sort of noticed her taking the dress off and he sort of pulled his head to the side and looked at her through the sides of his eyes.
She looked over her shoulder at him.
She wasn’t going to get naked but she knew he was going to see some skin.
Dick sort of stood there and watched her.
She knew she was trapped in that the closet she needed to get her clothing from was in the closet behind Dick and that she needed to ask him to move to get some clothing.
She wasn’t happy today.
Dick wasn’t happy either.
She walked over to the closet with the chiffon folded over onto itself and her bra was exposed and she brushed Dick aside for a moment without touching him and she went through her closet and decided that out of the fourteen outfits she had that she was going to wear a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She picked the most rock t-shirt that she could find and the jeans she treated as a project once with a knife. She knows exactly why she treats all of her jeans with a knife.
Dick saw her going at a pair of jeans once with a knife and he didn’t want to know why. She just this one time she was all with knife and she was like the jeans bent her or something and she just went in on em.
Dick saw her pull the jeans from the closet and she pulled her “1 Fuck Given and Only 1” T Shirt and she just knew she was going to go for a walk. She thought for a second that she felt a certain way when she went for a walk for no reason and cars were passing her on the side and she just it depended on what she was wearing but from time to time it occurred to her that she could at any time but to this day she is sort of proud she never did.
Dick sort of didn’t know about that and he never asked her about most of what she was surprised no one ever asked her about and she really only talked about what she was asked about.
Chapter 6
Dick went into the bathroom and picked up his tooth brush and picked up some toothpaste and he did this. He put the tooth paste on his finger and put his finger to his teeth and put some toothpaste on his teeth. He kept his brush clean and shook his shoulders and went. Different.
Ze saw him do it.
She had this moment.
“Dick!” said Ze.
“What?” said Dick knowing da fuck she was talking about.
“The right way?!” said Ze with her head forward and lowered and to the side with a look on her face like you know god damned good and well how to brush your teeth.
Dick looked at her and didn’t say anything and just put some toothpaste on his tooth brush.
Chapter 7
“Dick.” Said Ze
“What?” said Dick
“When is the next show?” said Ze
“Coming up.” Said Dick
“Can I dance on stage?” said Ze
Dick shook his head abruptly to the side.
“I mean. Yeah. Ze. You can dance on stage.” Said Dick
“Okay.” Said Ze
Ze then walked up to Dick and kissed him on the check and then kissed him on the other check and then kissed him on the forehead and then kissed him on the chin and then kissed him lightly on the lips.
Then she nodded her head and turn around and sat down in a chair.
“Let’s get down to business.” Said Ze.
“What?” said Dick.
“Business. Let’s get down to it.” Said Ze.
“You want to get down to business.” Said Dick.
“Yes. I want to get down to business.” Said Ze.
“I mean. I’m sitting here righting a song but we can get down to business.” Said Dick.
“Alright.” Said Ze.
“Are we down to business yet?” said Dick.
“We miiiight be down to business.” Said Ze.
“We need to get down to business so that we can do some business.” Said Dick.
“We’re down to business.” Said Ze
“What do we do now.” Said Dick.
“Now that we are down to business? We look each other in the eyes.” Said Ze.
“Alright.” Said Dick.
Dick and Ze lock eyes. Ze flutters her eyelids ceremoniously and Dick flutters his eye lids. Ze warps her eyes around in a circle and Dick warps his eyes around in a circle in the opposite direction. Now that they are down to business they can play their eye games. It’s time for eye games.
“Alright. I’m closing shop. “ said Dick.
“No.” said Ze.
“Yep. I’m closing shop.” Said Dick who then closed his eyes.
“Dick NO! Don’t close up shop.” Said Ze.
“I got to. I can’t afford the rent.” Said Dick.
“I’ll pay your rent. Just open shop back up.” Said Ze.
“I don’t know. I can’t pay my employees. I gotta close up shop.” Said Dick.
“I’ll make a big purchase.” Said Ze.
“Alright. Maybe I can open up shop.” Said Dick who opened up one eye.
“I went to a lot of work. You should be able to open up the whole shop.” Said Ze.
“I don’t know one of my employees want’s a raise.” Said Dick.
“Alright. Here’s enough.” Said Ze.
“Alright.” Said Dick opening his other eye up.
“I like when you are open for business.” Said Ze.
“Yeah. It’s not easy. I don’t get a lot of business.” Said Dick.
“I’m a good customer.” Said Ze.
“I pretty much work for you.” Said Dick.
“Mmmmm. Don’t say that.” Said Ze.
“Well. I don’t feel the need to work for myself. I don’t need much.” Sad Dick.
“What do you need?” said Ze.
“I don’t know. A couple clients.” Said Dick.
“Be honest. What is a client?” said Ze.
“A client?” said Dick.
“Yes. What is a client. I might want one.” Said Ze.
“Oh.” Said Dick Raising his eyebrows fully.
“A client is someone that needs something. (he pulls his mouth to the side) It just so happens I know my way around a pc and it just so happens I can code a website and it just so happens that I am hip to maybe how websites can be done now that there is more memory available. A client is someone that I have down on my ledger as in need of photographs or stories or video or some music that they put on their website. “ said Dick.
“Oh.” Said Ze.
“Yeah. Like you make baskets AND you want a relationship with your customers so that they have more to talk about in regards to your basket weaving business and brand than you weave baskets or something and like I’m the guy that builds the stuff your clients can talk about for hours as opposed to the three seconds they would normally have available to talk about your basket weaving with. Like for another example. They are not a client of mine, but, coca cola. Right now all you can really say about coca cola is whether you like their soda or not and that’s about it but if I write a story for coca cola and put it on their website it increases the amount of conversation you can include their brand in. Like I could write a story about the history of soda in narrative fashion and conjure what was going through the minds of the men that invented coke 200 years ago and if I do it a certain way it seems as epic a moment in history as it is and now you have something you can talk about for a couple more minutes than what whether or not you like coke would provide.” Said Dick.
“OH!” said Ze.
“Yeah.” Said Dick.
“Can I help?” said Ze.
“Oh.” Said Dick.
“Well. You could write a story.” Said Dick.
“About what?” said Ze.
“Well. Who is your client? Just pick someone.” Said Dick.
“Hader Hardware.” Said Ze.
“Alright. Write a story about how you fixed your first faucet using the tools from Hader Hardware and make certain to include as many names of tools as you can and maybe how you gave the taxi driver that brought you there directions to the Hader Hardware from let’s say downtown Cincinnati where he picked you up.” Said Dick.
“Would you do it for me?” said Ze.
“I mean sure.” Said Dick.
“Okay.” Said Ze.
“Moving on.” Said Dick.
Dick looked Ze in the eye.
Ze looked Dick in the eye.
Dick shrugged his shoulders and got down on the floor and did a push up and then got back in the chair.
“What did you do that for?” said Ze.
“Something you said.” Said Dick
“Oh you mean about the push up a day.” Said Ze.
“Yeah.” Said Dick.
“You listened to me.” Said Ze.
“It was a good point.” Said Dick.
Chapter 8
Dick had his pencil out. The one he habitually left chew mark ins. He had some moleskin in his hands. He was zoning out letting the pencil scrawl across some lines and he was all up into the verse chorus verse and he was sort of writing his next song keeping his pencil alive. He had something down like
:
It was like they couldn’t see
Even though I couldn’t hear
And we drew each other near
Just to experience the clear
There was clarity
And there was mud
We don’t belong here
And it’s too far to run
:
He was sitting there trying to come up with his next line. He just needed one. He had a recording studio session coming up where he was going to be with the band and they were going to be being all Dead Pencil about being Dead Pencils and Dick. Dear God he had an entire album to write! Even though it wasn’t like that for him. He kept it cool and he knew the band depended on him to keep writing songs. He wasn’t really planning on using this as a song. He was just writing some library that MIGHT be used for a song.
The band wouldn’t put up with him writing songs without them in the room. He had to write the songs while they were playing the music. The band let Dick know that he writes the songs. The lyrics anyways. They do the other stuff. Keeps the band balanced. They figure Dick’s the one that has to actually say the words so he has to do the writing in terms of what he wants to sing but they at least want to be in the room when it happens so that from time to time basically they can be like.
“Cha Got so Far?” would say the band and he would, Dick, would be expected to reply with whatever he has at that point in the studio. The Dead Pencil’s man. They don’t fuck around. Dick let it’s be known that if he’s the lead singer they get their money’s worth. They walk into the studio with some instruments and some sheets of paper and they don’t stop until they have an album. They record once every three years and they just spend their tour money on the studio and they walk in with nothing and they just avoid sleep and all kinds of shit and just get it done. He’s got no problem writing and they don’t have a problem coming up with licks and it’s just we go in , we get it done , we get our master and then later they listen to the album until they have it all memorized and then they play the same bar they always play.
Or something.
Why did I write that?
I don’t know.
Anyways.
Dick was sitting there writing something. Zoned out into the prose of this short. Dick was just penning some poetry.
Ze walked in with a flute.
Dick looked at Ze.
“Da fuck?” said Dick.
“I want to join the band.” Said Ze.
“No.” said Dick.
“I have a flute.” Said Ze.
Dick’s body from the neck up reacted with a jerk at the thought. His entire upper situation jerked to the side at the thought of Ze joining the band.
“No.” said Dick.
“Here I’ll play a song.” Said Ze.
“I mean.” Said Dick.
“Just listen.” Said Ze.
Flute Flute Flutey Flute Flute Flute Flute Flute Flute Floot FLOOT FLOOT flute.
“There I played the Flute. I can be in the band.” Said Ze.
“Alright. You need to audition for the band. I thought you wanted to dance on stage?” said Dick.
“I forgot about that.” Said Ze.
“You can play the flute though.” Said Dick.
“Calculus is fucked up.” Said Ze.
“Whoagh! I never said it wasn’t.” said Dick.
“Fuck Calculus. I’m almost at three variables.” Said Ze.
“You keep doing that. It’s why we have multiple rooms so that we don’t disrupt each other doing stuff.” Said Dick.
“How is your music doing on iTunes?” said Ze.
“Well enough that I am doing this full time.” Said Dick.
“We should at least think of touring.” Said Ze.
“No. Oh Hell No. No. The audience never has a reason to go on tour. Like right now people are touring to go see Britney Spears and she is comfortable putting her show on several nights a week. Fuck touring. I fucking hate it. B B King had it right. Find you a room, find you a bar, and just play your music. If it’s about shows it’s about shows and it’s not about where the shows are. All a tour is going to do is hem up the shows and then different sound people and when you saving up money it’s hard to bring visuals on tour and you get that venue that is down for some Processing.org lighting and visuals and you can’t really customize a road show sort of not the way you can a standing gig and then you gotta be living hard to live on the road and we talked about it the band and me and we’re here. We have these tools and the website has the promoter that is saying hi to people on the internet and we have our venue and it’s always going to be our venue and basically our plans are to keep tricking it out and parlaying the door into our drink tab and selling swag and just partnering up with our friends and getting something really cozy going on that doesn’t involve wheels and oil and 60 miles per hour and highways and random people in random places and maybe 100 years ago you had to tour but we don’t I just recognize.” Said Dick.
“You don’t like to tour?” said Ze.
“I mean. You don’t like to stay at home. I just don’t act like it should be arbitrary. If a city ever asked us to play and was cool about it I would consider it but I feel like I have to be invited and that there is a level of barging in on some people to just show up and randomly be all impressing the chicks in another city and giving the men of another city some random people to compete with on some random night and the touring band always looks more impressive than the local bands and why give the local bands a run for the women and the money and the all of it when we can just be the local band here and be like magnets attracting energy instead of wasting it and getting tired and going around and like if we were invited and it was serious and they knew how our stage was set up and we had a similar stage set up and they had a guy that could do the Processing.org work and we just play better at home. If we were invited.” Said Dick.
“Okay.” Said Ze thinking of the fact that she might call some people and see if she can get him an invite if it’s just about an invite and she sort of wants to see the Grand Canyon.
“You play the flute nicely.” Said Dick.
“I do.” Said Ze.
“So like. You don’t mind not having a nine to five situation?” said Dick.
“I don’t mind an open schedule. It’s not as easy as I thought it would be. It’s not. I am pretty good at keeping busy though and setting lots of small goals for myself. I don’t mind.” Said Ze.
“I will never understand why I have to go through CD Baby to get on iTunes. Like there is a 3rd party involved and I don’t know why. Glad I know how to fill out forms though.” Said Dick.
“Do you get fan mail?” said Ze.
“Fan mail? I have it all collated on a Buddy Press site. Yeah the Dead Pencil’s got fans. We got a say in some PHD thesis paper’s too. Some stuff we talk about on our forum ends up in front of University Professors. Just legit shit. Like the one guy did his Doctor’s Thesis on what the H in P.H.D. stands for, he’s filling out paper work for his accredits right now. Everyone in the Dead Pencil’s has their Graduate Degree. You’ll meet the band soon enough.” Said Dick.
“I’d like to. It’s not like I want it to just be you and me this entire eternity. We don’t have to be cultists about each other.” Said Ze.
“Well here.” Said Dick.
“What?” said Ze.
“Pull up http://www.deadpencil.com” said Dick.
“No.” said Ze.
“Alright. I was going to set you up with an account.” Said Dick.
“I don’t want an account. I want to meet the band.” Said Ze.
“Aight.” Said Dick.
Dick pulls up his iPhone and taps a button.
“You guys rehearsing?” said Dick.
“We were.” Said Al.
“Well, I met this chick at the Comet the other night. We been together since. We all up into each other’s worlds and she moved in. She wants to meet some people.” Said Dick.
“She there?” said Al.
“She’s right here.” Said Dick.
“Put her on FaceTime and let me look at her.” Said Al.
“Alright Ze, this is an Al. He’s a lead guitarist. He just so happens to not be aware of any music signature he hasn’t signed and he beat his guitar. It’s sort of his bitch now.” Said Dick.
“AAAAL!” said Ze.
“What’s your name?” said Al.
“Ze.” Said Ze.
“You seem nice. Be careful with Dick. He’s not to be toyed with.” Said Al.
“What do you mean?” said Ze.
“Just don’t be a bitch to him.” Said Al.
“Oh!” exclaimed Ze.
“Yeah.” Said Al.
Ze looked over at Dick.
“Then don’t give me a reason to be a bitch!” said Ze.
“I didn’t say it but I try to be allergic to giving you those reasons. I can’t handle bitches.” Said Dick.
“Okay. Well. Don’t be an asshole. I hate those things.” Said Ze.
“She seems fine.” Said Al.
“Oh she is.” Said Dick.
Ze blushed.
“Hey. You got any vocals on Sound Cloud right now?” said Al.
“Not right now. But I got my mic set up. I got some lyrics set up.” Said Dick.
“We got our programmer working on some visuals that just bob and weave with the music. It’s the only way to explain it. We want the audience staring at the ceiling mostly. It’s where we are going to place the visuals. We want the audience looking up.” Said Al.
“Cool. Yeah. There is a lot of work on the walls that disrupt the visuals but yeah, that ceiling would be clear wouldn’t it.” Said Dick.
“You know it.” Said Al.
“Alright. Well. She wanted to meet the band.” Said Dick.
“Everyone else is out right now. It’s just me in the studio.” Said Al.
“Ze, you want to know anything about me? This is Al, he’s known me a long time.” Said Dick.
“Anything I should know about Dick?” said Ze.
“He’s brilliant.” Said Al.
Ze sort of ruggered her head back and forth and looked at Dick like she wanted to know something about how all of this is going a certain way.
“Hey. Well. I wrote that code that one time. You said it was brilliant. It made sense to me.” Said Dick.
“Alright. Well. Thank you for the comprehensive comments on it. Those help.” Said Al.
“Anytime.” Said Dick.
Ze was sitting in class. She was in the front row. She had her hand raised. There were two other people with their hands raised. The Professor was explaining programmatic functions. Ze had a questions.
“Ze.” Said Professor Unthchild.
“So, it’s the functions where the meat of the program happens? Like. If I really know what I am doing I am using functions? said Ze.
“Well, it helps to keep things more orderly. Depending on the scope of your program, you want functions. You can’t write an object without knowledge of functions. I mean. Keep paying attention and you’ll see this all make sense.” Said Professor Unthchild.
“Alright.” Said Ze.
“Yes.” Said Professor Unthchild.
“How does this all equate to a program though? One of those things that I click a mouse on and stuff happens?” said Random Excelsior Student.
“Well. I’ll put it like this to see if I can put that other hand down before I have to listen to the sounds it wants to make. This is a grammar class. The entire scope of this entire course is to teach you programmatic grammar. That’s why the projects are simple and that’s why you might think you are above the work I am prescribing. This is grammar. Similar to grammar school your youth. Right now I am certain all of you could write a book if you wanted to but you couldn’t ten years ago when you didn’t know grammar. Right now I am certain you want to write a program. You can’t though. You don’t know the grammar. So keep paying attention and noticing that I am showing you the moves you would use to write a program with and the options you have as a programmer but these are all general studies that are applicable to a number of situations, to all of the situations. You need these grammar lessons so that you can execute a basic functioning program. I’ll stop here.” Said Professor Unthchild.
The other hand went down.
“Alright. Now I can go back to professing.” Said Professor Unthchild.
“Please remember. Listen. Read. Do the work. Of course you are confused. You didn’t do the reading.” Said Professor Unthchild.
Ze sat there in the front row. She wasn’t taking notes. She was zoned out. Letting it all sink in. She didn’t do the reading. Last time she’s going to let that happen. She looked up at the clock. Five minutes left. She was thinking about how Dick needed a Processing.org guy to go with the Processing.org guy the Dead Pencil’s already had.
She wanted that. She wanted to write some clever code that would be exhibition worthy and she could see how that would be useful to a band. Exhibitionistic programming sounds cool. No. She was thinking to herself. She never heard of it before she stepped into the University. Money worth getting all of it she is she thought to herself.
“You can leave now.” Said Professor Unthchild.
Ze. Doesn’t even have a bag with her. She just has herself. She feels free. She gets up and walks out into the hallway. There are a several hundred lockers adorning the walls. She just wonders why they are there. The same thing she wonders every time she sees them.
Ze makes a tight turn down a hall way and makes a spiral pattern down a set of stair cases. She gets to the outside and she notices that there are thousands of them. The people. The people in thousands are milling around and everyone is out of their classes and she has this moment where she just thinks we’re all a little smarter now than we were an hour ago. She just had a thought.
Ze pulls out her iPhone. She wants a panoramic photograph. She pulls up PanoRama and clicks the app. She stands there and gets it lined up. She pushes down on the button. She swivels to the side slowly to get the full panorama aaaaaaand there’s an error. She tilted it too much.
She gave it one chance. Oh well. She decides she will settle for a tilt shift photograph. She pulls up Tilty and gives it a click. She clicks the shot. It’s her favorite filter. She uploads it to Facebook and now she has another photograph in her photograph folder.
Ze shrugs her shoulders. She’s not sure how often most people take Tilt Shift photographs and she certainly doesn’t know who’s good at panning for a panoramic photograph she just knows she’s not. It’s too touchy. She doesn’t feel like there is anything wrong with her or the software. She figures she needs a tripod to get the panorama she desires of something.
Alright. So she starts walking.
She sees Dick passing out flyers from a distance. She just stops and notices for a seconds worth of seconds and she starts to watch him. Down the hill and across the street Dick has what appears to be about three hundred flyers and he is putting them in the mail boxes of Greek Fraternity and Sorority mail boxes. He is walking up a drive way and placing them in the mail box. He knocks on the door and walks away. He makes his way back to the sidewalk and he just look up and he sees her.
There is dick some 500 yards away passing out flyers and he takes a second and raises his hand in the air and waves.
Ze actually blushes.
Dick standing there 500 yards away Ze can barely make out what he is doing. He picked up a sheet of paper and he started to fold it. He placed the other pages on the ground and he started to do something. She doesn’t know what. Until the last minute.
He made a paper air plane and he threw it forward.
Ze doesn’t know when the last time she saw a paper air plane was but having seen this one made her want to go play with him.
Ze bobs her head from side to side for a beat and starts to make her way down the grassy knoll.
Dick picks up the sheets of paper that are flyers on the ground and he starts to hand them out to people that are passing on the walk. He is making certain to let everyone know where the Dead Pencil’s put on their shows. What day they perform every week. He just does this basically three days a week.
Ze walks up to his side.
“DICK!” said Ze.
“ZE!” said Dick.
“Gimme some.” Said Ze.
Dick hands Ze some flyers and something magical happens. Dick stone cold watches Ze get her fairy on and she sprites from person to person filled with glee to make certain to see the Dead Pencil’s. She is the flyer fairy from Narnia spriting from person to person smiling like it’s the only thing she knows how to do and making certain everyone has a flyer.
“Yeah but when is the Pencil’s new album coming out?” said Someone.
“Dick, you have a question.” Said Ze.
“Wait. Whoah! Dick!” said the man.
“Yeah man. What up?” said Dick.
“I was just wondering when the new Pencil’s album is coming out?” said the man.
“Hey man. We are going into the studio next week. You want to come hang out with us?” said Dick.
“FUCK YEAH!” said the man.
“Alright well. Give me your email address and I’ll send you an invite. It’s an open studio session. Maybe you can do a skit or something and end up on the record.” Said Dick.
“What’s the name of the Album?” said the Man.
“Right now it’s ‘Saturated Sound Clouds’ or something like that.” Said Dick.
“Yeah my email addy is themanonthestreet@outlook.com .” said the man.
“Alright cool , one minute. I didn’t have it set up. “ said Dick.
Dick pulls up his voice recorder app on his iPhone and taps the record button.
“Alright man it’s on you. Go ahead and spell out your email addy for the mic.” Said Dick.
“T_H_E_M_A_N_O_N_T_H_E_S_T_R_E_E_T_@_O_U_T_L_O_O_K_._C_O_M_ “ said the man.
“Alright. The Man on The Street @ Outlook. I gotchu. Said Dick.
“Yeah.” Said the Man.
“We’re not really selling anything but T-Shirt’s anymore and maybe some other stuff like art and books and the such but like. We’re going into the studio mostly just to do it and we’re planning on getting another 75 to 100 iTunes Tracks. Just quick shit. Like just moments or something. Just like pieces of songs and some skits and we are going all Napsack on it. Just getting knapsack.” Said Dick.
“Knapsack.” Said the man.
“Yeah like we keep trying to figure out what to name the thing. We went from the Conchord Grape Vine to now we are working with Knapsack. We gotta figure out what to name that thing.”said Dick.
“You mean the internet?” said the man.
“Fuck yeah!. The Internet is nothing to name something.” Said Dick.
“I never really thought about it.” Said the man.
“You think of all kinds of shit when you got a certain kind of time on your hands. It’s not for everyone. Dear God I can’t possibly be expected to have a normal thought. That’s why my songs are all left field concepts.” Said Dick.
“Ay, alright, well I gotta go. I’ll see you in the studio.” Said the man.
“Nice to meet you.” Said the man.
“Nice to meet you. “ said Ze.
Ze started scampering her fairy dust onto passerby like all she knew how to do was smile and she was putting flyers in everyone’s hands.
It was like two thirteen in the a.m. and Dick was on Reddit just pouring over the links. He did this quite often. He was leaving a comment in regards to a dream he had the night before. He wanted someone to know about his dream so badly that he was filling out a form to let anyone that cared know. He was listening to Carly Rae Jepsen while he was doing it writing about the dream he had with Katy Perry in it where she tried to bite him with her vampire teeth because she wanted to kill him, they weren’t real vampire teeth, they were fake. Katy Perry almost killed him in his dream similar to how he partied with her from time to time in his dreams at various parties in a world where he was certain there was more going on than here in this world where we were leaving our brains on a wall and there was a world where it wasn’t about the wall and Carly Rae Jepsen was talking about how she really liked someone and he was listening to the pop music while he was on Reddit filling out some forms and then she walked in.
“Dick!” said Ze.
“What?” said Dick.
“Can we stop listening to Carly Rae Jepsen?” said Ze.
“What do you want to listen to?” said Dick.
“What about Justin Bieber?” said Ze.
“What about the Sleep Playlist?” said Dick.
“What about Kaki King?” said Ze.
“We can listen to the Kaki King.” Said Dick.
“Whatcha doin?” said Ze.
“I’m on Reddit writing about how I had a dream of Katy Perry and she tried to bite me.” Said Dick.
“Don’t dream of Katy Perry.” Said Ze.
“I didn’t have a choice. She just showed up and tried to fuck me up.” Said Dick.
“She would never do that.” Said Ze.
“She might. She might not like me.” Said Dick.
“I am certain Katy Perry would not hate you.” Said Ze.
“She might. She might not like my music.” Said Dick.
“Me. Dick. Meesy. Don’t worry about Katy Perry. Worry about me. K.” said Ze.
“Alright Ze. Alright. I’ll leave Katy Perry alone. She has some new perfume.” Said Dick.
“DICK!” said Ze.
“What?” said Dick.
“Katy Perry lives in Los Angeles. You live in Hamilton County.” Said Ze.
“I know. Life. Dreams. Fantasies. Who do you dream about?” said Dick.
“Justin Bieber. But I don’t write about my dreams on the wall.” Said Ze.
“It’s a special wall. It’s more like graffiti really. Like I feel like a painter.” Said Dick.
“Alright. Do you want some toast?” said Ze.
“How about I make you some toast?” said Dick.
“No. I want to make the toast.” said Ze.
“Alright you make the toast.” Said Dick.
So Ze walked over to the bread and pulled out four loaves. She walked over to the toaster and put in four pieces of toast. She liked toast.
“I like the word toast.” Said Ze.
“I do too.” Said Dick.
“When was the last time we got to that next level Dick?” said Ze.
“I know, right.” Said Dick.
“You want to get to that next level?” asked Ze.
“Oh that’s a special question.” Said Dick.
“What have you been thinking about?” said Ze.
“Me. This thing mostly. This box. This box that is connected to the other boxes. I started on Prodigy when I was a kid and now it’s this. It’s filled with files. I have some files on it. I keep staring at it and it keeps making me feel like I am programming reality. Like I am in this band right. I also write. I met you recently and it’s like it doesn’t exist anymore. Like when I am alone in this apartment it’s everything. It’s an entertainment center but like when you are here. I do very little on it. Like I would rather lay in bed with you. There is a part of me that feels like it’s to be used when you are alone and if someone else is around talk to them. Put the information you learned on this machine to good use and talk to someone.” Said Dick.
“I have a Twitter Account.” Said Ze.
“How do you feel about Twitter?” said Dick.
“Like a lot of it isn’t real. No one ever writes back but I write a lot of blue check marked people. I feel like writing someone that has a television show is awesome. I don’t know what to write to someone whose personality I don’t know much about. I tried to write a stranger who didn’t have a show or an album or a book or anything that speaks of personality and I didn’t know what to say other than HI!” said Ze.
“I know what you mean. Like I showed up on this planet. I don’t know what I was doing before I got here. At all. I assume nothing because to assume otherwise is absurd but I’m here. There is this box. It has alright two weeks ago before we met I would write super models and pop stars that were women. I thought maybe in my loneliness a pop diva would write me back on Twitter and I would feel less alone it never happened. I assume it has to do with my check mark status or my cheque status or just because it’s not a thing yet. You know? It hasn’t happened yet that story of the person that tweeted someone and they met and they went to a concert together or something. We’re not there yet. I wrote Saul Williams too and offered to mail him some of his books. He didn’t respond either. I don’t exist to the people that I most want to exist to. When I was a kid I thought all of the famous people have all of the famous people’s telephone numbers and they are all best friends. Now I know that’s not true.” Said Dick.
“How alone were you before we met? I would have thought you had enough friends that loneliness wouldn’t be something you experienced?” asked Ze.
“I always feel lonely. Even on stage with the band. I just always feel lonely. You have cheered me up recently what these last two three weeks? I mean … “ said Dick.
“Alright stop.” Said Ze.
“You’re not lonely anymore. You know what Katy Perry won’t do with you and that Carley Rae Jepsen is too young for. They won’t model for you. Right now in this moment. They are not here. They are off in some wilderness of the human population and they are performing for millions of people and I am right here with you right now. Look at my face. I take good care of it. Look at my hips and my chest and my legs and my arms and my back. “ said Ze turning in a circle.
“I know I am not lonely when I am with you. I’m lonely because I have this computer.” Said Dick.
“See how long you can go with it turned off.” Said Ze.
“This thing. I think about that. It has lights and words and photographs and audio and video and it makes sound. “ said Dick.
“I’m all of that and I am right here. Watch this.” Said Ze.
Ze took her shirt off she was standing there with her cups filled and she was standing there.
Dick reached down and turned the computer off.
Dick turned the monitor off.
Ze was standing there.
“Bend over.” Said Dick.
Ze bent over.
Dick got up out of his seat and walked over and caressed her back and he reached back and smacked her on the ass.
“Dick!” said Ze playfully.
“Alright now let me see an angle.” Said Dick.
Dick went and got a camera and he was spending time here with Ze.
Chapter 9
It was one of those apartments that didn’t have a bed. It had about sixteen pillows of various sizes and colors but it didn’t have a bed. It had about eight blankets too. Walking into the bedroom there was just scattered around it pillows and blankets. It was a morning. Ze was coupled up with Dick and Dick was coupled up with Ze. They were sort of just laying there just laying there. Ze was awake and Dick was a awake and the color of the sky was sun kissed and there were some aura’s floating in through the lattices of the blinds and they were just laying there. Dick was sort of staring into Ze’s eyes and Ze was sort of staring into Dick’s eyes. They were having a conversation with their eye lids. Ze would blink three times and Dick would blink four times and then Ze would blink twice and Dick would blink twice. They were having that one conversation that they never thought they would have. Just eyelids and staring into each other’s eyes. It was one of those mornings.
“It didn’t take much effort for me to move in.” said Ze.
“You skip a lot of your classes at school.” Said Dick.
“Well, just this quarter something happened in my life.” Said Ze.
“I mean, what?” said Dick.
“You.” Said Ze.
“You happened to me too, Ze.” Said Dick.
“Why did I come home with you?” said Ze.
“I don’t know. You just sort of started following me.” Said Dick.
“No. You invited me here.” Said Ze.
“I don’t remember that.” Said Dick.
“Well, I am making it true. No kind of girl just follows a boy back to his place, so, you invited me. There. I don’t want any kids thinking I am not the lady I want the kids to believe I am. So. You invited me.” Said Ze.
“What did I say again, for the kids?” said Dick.
“Don’t do that. Just come up with something.” Said Ze.
“That’s what I thought.” Said Dick.
“Shut up.” Said Ze.
Dick reached out and pulled some of Ze’s hair lightly. He just gave one of her long bangs a light tug.
“Ow.” Said Ze.
Ze reached out and pulled some of Dick’s hair.
“Ow.” Said Dick.
“We’re even. Don’t give me another unbalanced equation or I’ll balance that equation whether you like it or not.” Said Ze.
“Alright. Goddamn. Want to hear a poem?” said Dick.
“Yes.” Said Ze.
“Alright. Off the top of the dome. Off the top of the dome.” Said Dick softly.
“Stop. Just the poem please.” Said Ze.
“Off the top of the dome.” Said Dick.
“The poem.” Said Ze.
“
roses are red
I wish you knew
we can do anything
here is a clue
“ said Dick who then proceeded to reach under the blanket and take Ze’s hand in his own.
“OH!” said Ze.
“Yeah. We can do anything Ze.” Said Dick.
Dick then proceeded to sit up and he placed his body next to Ze’s.
“Lay on your stomach.” Said Dick.
Ze proceeded to quietly lay over on her stomach.
Dick then took his hands and pressed in firmly at her shoulders and pulled his hands down directly while pressing firmly towards the base of her spine. He then dug his thumbs firmly into the backs of her thighs and kept pulling down until he got to the backs of her knees.
He then moved his hands back up from her knees up her thighs and across her buttocks which he gave a firm squeeze to and then he pushed his hands into her back that he moved up the small of her back and he took one of his thumbs and drew it up her spine while pressing down until he got up to her neck where he took his hands and started to rub her shoulders in a deep throbbing way that involved pushing his index fingers into his thumbs with four pounds of flesh between his fingers where he was making certain to keep the muscles of her neck in between his fingers and he was massaging her neck muscles firmly.
“Dick.” Said Ze.
“What’s up?” said Dick softly.
“You did ask me to come here.” Said Ze.
“Alright Ze. I was just surprised you didn’t mind coming to this apartment.” Said Dick.
“When are you going to get a bed?” said Ze.
“I wasn’t planning on it.” Said Dick.
“We need a bed.” Said Ze.
“Well. I’ll see about getting a bed.” Said Dick.
“You don’t mind me living here?” said Ze.
“No. I don’t mind you living here Ze.” Said Dick.
“I never lived with a boy before.” Said Ze.
“We do stuff like this when we live with a girl.” Said Dick.
He leaned down and while massaging her back he kissed the back of her neck.
“Oh Dick.” Said Ze.
“Yeah. It’s just you and me right now.” Said Dick.
“Why didn’t you talk to the girl at the other side of the bar. Why did we end up talking?” said Ze.
“Because you were the only person at the bar that laughed and I heard your laugh and I wanted to meet the person that made that sound.” Said Dick.
“I laugh.” Said Ze.
“I know. I like it when you laugh.” Said Dick.
Dick was still massaging Ze’s neck muscles when he reached forward and grabbed her hair and gave it a tug. Her head sort of came back a bit. He legit pulled her hair a bit.
“Hey.” Said Ze.
“I know.” Said Dick.
Dick then pierced his fingers together and used both hands to give her neck muscles a quick sharp pinch. Then he picked something up from the floor. He picked up a small quarter. He had a George Washington in his hands and gripped it tightly and he pulled the quarter down Ze’s spine. He got to the base of her spine and then he pulled it back up the opposite direction. He was using a single coin’s side in his hand to pull pressure up the base of Ze’s spine to between her shoulder blades and then back down to the base of her spine.
“Dick.” Said Ze.
“What?” said Dick.
“Who are you?” said Ze.
“Me?” said Dick.
“Yes.” Said Ze.
“I’m a guy. I’m in a band named the Dead Pencil’s. I’m the lead singer and I perform for crowds. I like the Comet. I write stories. I graduated from school. I’ve been some places. I have seen some things. I have been in some trouble. I’m sort of surprised to be alive.” Said Dick.
“SURPRISED TO BE ALIVE!” sad Ze sort of loudly.
“Yes.” Said Dick.
“What do you mean you almost died?” said Ze.
“This one time. Well a couple times but I don’t know. I assume I am not dead. I might be. I always hold that out. That this is what death is like. It wouldn’t surprise me. This might be the after life. I have dreams. So. I don’t mind this. I think about stuff.” Said Dick.
“No. Dick. This is life.” Said Ze.
“Okay.” Said Dick.
“What do you mean this might be the afterlife we can walk around and dance and sing and everything?” said Ze.
“I don’t know. I imagine there are some really smart people somewhere that take care of everyone and want to keep everyone somewhere. I imagine there are some people in charge of it.” Said Dick.
“Like , we , don’t have anything to worry about?” said Ze.
“Quite the opposite actually. To me. Quite the opposite. I am always worried about a lot of stuff. Things I see. Stuff. I have a lot of fears I have never heard expressed by anyone else.” Said Dick.
“Like what?” said Ze.
“No. I’ll keep my as I understand it unique thoughts to myself. I’m not trying to share my fears of something that … I keep certain thoughts to myself Ze.” Said Dick.
Dick had moved down to Ze’s calves. He was kneading them. He gave them a solid thirty seconds of kneading and then he took both of his hands and grasped a foot of Ze and he started to massage it’s muscle. He was massaging the muscle of Ze’s foot.
“Do you like giving me massages?” said Ze.
“I enjoy giving pleasure more than receiving it. Yes. The thought that I can produce pleasure gives me more pleasure than receiving it. I’m not ticklish. “ said Dick.
“You like to give more than receive?” said Ze.
“Yeah.” Said Dick.
“Mmmmm.” Said Ze sticking our her lower lip and holding it there.
“You are frustrating Dick.” Said Ze.
“No.” said Dick.
“What do you like?” said Ze.
“I like cups of coffee and writing stories.” Said Dick.
“No. I mean what do you like?” said Ze.
“It has occurred to me that if you are producing pleasure while I am producing pleasure that we can do that for a while and we might not want to stop but we might get exhausted.” Said Dick.
“I don’t know a lot about giving pleasure.” Said Ze.
“You can use your mouth or your hands or we can wrestle or we can bite or we can pull hair or we can throw our hands into each other, it’s something called, writhing, sex is what you see on video tapes and dvd’s for the most part but writhing is what really lasts all night, just becoming exhausted exploring each other’s body. Oil. Soap. Lotion. It’s the one thing that is totally up to you and when it builds to a certain point you are expressing yourself into my body and I am expressing myself into your body and we are having a conversation that does not have to end until our bodies physically cannot keep communicating.” Said Dick.
Ze flipped over.
Dick flipped her back over.
“Not now.” Said Dick.
Chapter 10
“Ze.” Said Dick.
“Dick!” said Ze.
“Zoe.” Said Nick.
“Nick.” Said Zoe.
“I did say Canada could have the Great Lakes.” Said nick.
“Maybe we just want you … — … you.” Said Zoe.
THE END
Twenty Third Folio ________________________________________
I live in the United States. Have for 33 years. I am 34 years old. I see things. I see us experiencing the same day over and over again even though we have no idea what is going to happen at any given moment but it’s always the same day. The lighting is always the same. The lighting conditions never change but what we do in those lighting conditions does. We are all essentially doing the same thing today that we did yesterday and we are planning on doing the same thing tomorrow that we did today. We are habitual people and our biggest fear is having our cycle disrupted. I woke up this morning and went to work and I fear losing my job because then I would have to map out a new route and as a creature of habit it would be stressful to find a new cycle to experience.
I’m an author. Placing combinations of letters together in patterns is what I do. I have been training to craft these letters for roughly 28 years. I started training to be an author when I was six years old. My first poem went like this … A cricket jumps all over the place / and once you see it / it’s gone … that was my first poem I ever wrote. I remember it. It was something I crafted back in Kindergarten in Mrs. Bober’s class. I used to draw her flowers in crayon and give them to her. I had a crush on my Kindergarten Teacher. I was the first student to raise his hand in the first kindergarten class. I had the first question in my class. I remember that. I also remember Astro. Astro’s Bag had surprises where we learned that words denote objects. I remember playing with clear plastic building block circles that had slits in their sides that let me link them together somehow.
I have a unique memory. I can focus for a second and lock in on a time period of my life for the most part and visualize something that happened to me. Not sure why. That is the mysterious part to me. I naturally understand how to use my brain even though no one ever taught me how to access memories. I just know how to do it. Almost like an eyelid covers my vision when I am remembering something and sometimes when my eyes are open I am still looking at something that is behind my eyes. It’s almost as if my eyes have pupils behind them that can stare into my mind.
I’m like one of my generation’s authors if not their author. I know this is the time period in traditional author’s lives when traditionally authors begin the process of dedicating themselves to the lifelong process of authorship. I am not talking about writing a book. I am talking about writing books. When you know you are at the beginning of several thousand pages of authorship. I am sitting here at this unique point in history and observing Kindle Direct Publishing. I made a decision. I’m going to work with the Electronic Book. I have the opportunity as an author to be one of the first historical authors to work solely with electricity. My work begins as electricity and it is published as electricity. I am essentially an electric oriented business. I am not working with ink or paper or leather instead I am working with electricity and metal and glass and plastic. It’s the same art form in a different medium. I am much more confident in this medium than the one involving paper ink and leather because this medium is recyclable. I am not going to participate to the best of my ability in the destruction of trees now that the option has been created.
Even recycled paper is not something that interests me. I understand that this process initially is more difficult to engage in because I am a part of a global communications network. It just makes more sense for me to publish in the Electronic Book format because of the fact that it’s clean. It is a clean process that involves the creation of electronic documents that I am currently using with Microsoft Word on a Window’s 8.1 Operating System. Microsoft Word is a pleasant to use program and I dare say Jack Kerouac my favorite author whose book “On the Road” is my favorite book. I choose Jack Kerouac as my favorite author because of something I am told he did. Something clever. I am told that Jack Kerouac before the Word Processor took about one hundred and twenty sheets of paper and taped them together robustly in a loop and then fed them delicately into his typewriter so that he could just write. I find that fascinating and interesting because to my knowledge that method of his was the inspiration for essentially Microsoft Word. I often wonder what Jack Kerouac would have done with Microsoft Word. From what I understand Jack Kerouac inspired this software. There was this one time I thought to myself it would be appropriate if there was a word processing application named Kerouac, maybe one day the standard title of this software Microsoft Word will be redrafted Kerouac Word Processing. The very design of this software is exactly what he was looking for. I sometimes wonder if that is sad. I become morose when I realize that I have an opportunity to achieve greater fame than Jack Kerouac my chosen inspiration all because of the time period I was born in. I understand that I had no choice in when I was born. To my knowledge. I hold this out. I hold out that to my current and present knowledge I had not choice in when I was born or to whom. The most astonishing aspect of this reality to me is that I could very well be wrong. It could very well be that before you are born into Earth you are floating in the ether of the cosmos somehow or metaphorically and that you decide when you want to be born before you come here. Maybe for all people, maybe just for some. It could very well be that there are some people that have a choice when they are born and that quite possibly there are people that do not. I just wonder. This actually seems like a good fit for me and my personality and my need and wanting to write and author.
Jack Kerouac. I remember reading his book “On The Road” for the first and to this point only time in East Longmeadow, Massachusetts … I read “On the Road” in a dear God is was freezing apartment that I did not know enough about apartments to ask for the heat to be turned up read “On the Road” under a blanket on a bed in a house that I was renting a room in on Garfield St. It was the most interesting read and right now I do not know the full story in recall.
Jack Kerouac I remember that he was famous for the travels he took. He had this one appearance on a Television talk show and was asked to tell his story and he just had this exotically masculine features and that is why I wanted to write. I wanted to be a man that writes. I am not interested in being the kind of person that is weak or frightened of the world and escapes into writing so that I do not have to spend time with people or the. Authorship. To me and from my perspective Authorship is the main raw resource the world is in need of. There has literally been roughly 30 years that the Computer Science and Computer Programming Community has been developing. From what I understand Computer Science and Computer Programming is the robustly developed field of building Content Management Systems and Data Analysis. When it comes to Computer Software and Hardware all that I know is that there has been thousands of hours of work that go into the creation of products that amount to information tools. When I think of computer programming I think of two things. I think of the creation of Content Management Systems, Content Creation Software, and Data Analysis. To me that is what computer science crafts and that to a certain extent that is what it is good for.
I have this well-developed theory that involves upper limits when it comes to the field of Content Management. I am the father of the theory of the upper limit of Content Management. I am certain and that for lack of a better way of putting it that when it comes to rectangular mediums of display that there is in fact a Golden Content Management Solution that is the finest solution. I am a firm believer in the Final Solution of Content Management. I am a firm believer that there is a most elegant and robust solution that when implemented serves the purposes of managing all of Earth’s Content in the most robust and elegant fashion. I also believe that has not been developed yet or that if it has I have not been made aware of it.
I believe this. I believe that the 16:9 aspect ratio monitoring system that is typically used or is roughly used on Computer Monitors, Smart Phone Screens, Tablets, Photographic Captures, and Video Captures is not the correct solution in terms of elegance and promotion of that which makes the most sense. I believe firmly that the SQUARE 1:1 aspect ratio is the finest solution for computing devices of all kinds.
I believe that the mathematical harmony that can be found in the Square is more robust than that of the Golden Rectangle. I believe this for a very specific reason. Compatibility. There are dozens of software and hardware manufacturers that all collectively in the field of Industrial and Software design are grappling with a myriad of display offerings that the designers have the most difficult time developing solutions for any number of digital display offerings and quite frankly the 1:1 aspect ratio is the one that in terms of Industrial Design would make the most sense in that as a standard ratio for the entire SCREEN and IMAGE Industry would allow for the smoothest transitions of graphics among all platforms and devices.
A long time ago a standard had to be developed for the transatlantic railroad that all companies worked with so that all of the companies working for the same goal could speak the same language and craft the most succinct solution that would get us where we needed to go in terms of the railroad industry.
Right now the 1:1 ratio is eternal. This is a solution that is until adopted going to be forever sitting there on the shelf of design and no matter how many different styles of ratios are chosen to work with the 1:1 ratio is always going to be sitting there as the perfect solution for these digital platforms. From the Omnimax Theatre Film Screen, to the Imax Film Screen, to the Traditional Digital Cinema Screen, to the Television Screen, to the Computer Monitor Display, to the Tablet Screen Ratio, to the Smart Phone Size, to the style of image that Digital Film Cameras Capture to the style of frame that Digital Cameras Capture to the Aspect Ratios of Websites, to the Aspect Ratios of E-Books, to the way that images are depicted on Websites, the more 1:1 ratios that can be created in Digital Media the more elegant the end result is going to be. Case in point the issue when it comes to capturing Digital Film on a Digital Phone Input Device where there is debate over the fact that when you hold the camera sideways the image that is captured more prized than the image that is captured when the phone is held vertical. It need to be pointed out that in terms of Information Design and the Law that the More Basic the Problem the More Robust the Solution needs to be and the More Robust the Problem the more Basic the Solution needs to be.
I am pointing out a Robust Solution for a Basic Problem. The Basic Problem is the lack of elegance and digital common sense that is being applied to computing devise across the board. I am factually pointing out that an Industry Adoption of the 1:1 aspect Ratio in as many places as possible across all digital display and image capture industries is in fact the most elegant and historically stable solution in the interest of all involved.
I would like to point out that the industry of display is forever going to be in a state of flux and that there is forever going to be frustration in the lives of digital society until the 1:1 ratio is adopted in all points of digital capture and digital display. Wherever data is being captured 1:1 needs to be adopted and wherever data is being displayed 1:1 needs to be adopted.
There is a final solution to the world of digital media that is in the physical life and career interest of the Digital Empire … there are in fact final solutions for all styles of digital output. There are final solutions in the 1:1. There are most elegant and final solutions. So long as 16:9 and various permutations and slights of this aspect ratio, so long as there is debate as to what the display and capture aspect ratios are going to be … we are not going to get the best work from the content creators.
There is the historic concept of the FORM. FORM is exotically important to the history of art. This essay and will only make sense to people that care. If you are experiencing a career where you factually do not care about the quality of the final product or the user experience or the quality of GRAPHICAL USER INTERFACES or moving out of an age of digital confusion into an era where the Computer Science and Programming World can make the most sense and receive the most respect from society then none of this writing in this portion of this authorship is even going to apply to you or your thoughts. If you are indeed the type of adult professional perfectionist that is exotically pained by all of the upgrades that are consistently required to be developed, if you the style of perfectionist that has a physical soul and a moral and ethical problem with the style of business in the world of Computer Science that involves never producing a standard final solution then this is the writing you are looking for to inspire your future decision making.
There is a desperate need for a final solution in the world of Digital. Digital cannot take its place in history and gain the respect and financial commodification that it deserves until it rests on a final form factor. 1:1 is the final form factor. It is the final aspect ratio that fluidly improves the entire Digital Experience for all involved. In terms of Content Management and Display of Content there is a final solution to content management that is a Social Media Solution that involves the Content Management of Type, Audio, Photograph, and Video. There are four types of media on the Internet and those four types of media are Type, Audio, Photograph, and Video. There are also four types of Content Creation Tool on the Digital which is Type Document Creation, Audio Document Creation, Photograph Document Creation, and Video Document Creation.
There are finest type file, audio file, photograph file, and video file solutions. There is a finest and most salient way to arrange type in the forms of communication and expression of thought, audio experience, photography display and video display. These styles of media can be crafted into final content management solutions. There is a factual mathematically precise logical way to per the visual laws of perception and beauty that are defined by the field of Design and Iteration and Mathematics there is a way to display the sum total of all content in the most beautiful way there is.
This solution does not exist presently because of an information industry that has never to this point taken the big picture into consideration. Presently Digital has never addressed the big picture of their industry. There is consistent fighting and disruptive ideology developed in terms of business and the need to outflank each other in business. There has never been an industry as unique and transformative as Information Industry … there in the history of humanity has never been an industry that has confused and evolved Earth to the extent that Information Technology has.
In this history of Information Technology there has also never been any industry wide attempt to take the sum total of the field of Information Technology into account and to solve the real problems of the industry. It needs to be pointed out that in the history of business there has never and it needs to be repeated never in any industry ever been witnessed by mankind a desire to continually and repetitively unenlightened lack of judgment been profoundly and with prolonged decision making subjected millions of citizens of earth to the diabolical process of reinventing the wheel countless times in the name of a field of science that is in fact NOT a field of science. Factually there is no such thing as Computer Science. There is Research and Development that works in favor of confusing a public with multiple offerings of technical equipment that never receives oversight from a governing body that takes into account where the product is destined to take its final rest in the public population.
It needs to be discussed that there is factually a complete lack of a need on this planet for there to be Competition in the field of Computing. There is for the very first time in the history of Manufacturing and a definitive need for the population of the planet that is actively adopting Technology into its evolutionary pattern a need to bring us to the final solution of best practices which involves a 1:1 ratio to the full extent that 1:1 can be crafted.
Within 1:1 you find a style of harmony that to this day has never existed. Currently the competition in the Technology and Information Industry is held back from its destiny as the most useful and necessary institution this planet has ever known because of the lack of adoption or inspired consultation of 1:1 … 1:1 is whether anyone is willing to admit it or not what the entirety of Information is in need of.
1:1 has never been treated with the respect it deserves and needs to be discussed and pointed out. In terms of art the most amazing and astonishing works of art have been crafted with random combinations of creation such as frame size , medium style such as paper, wood or , bronze , in terms of ART there is no need for standard. In art there is a need to be expressive and to craft each art solution that is intended to make a useful statement to society in exotically unique fashion.
The Science of Computing has nothing to do with art. The Science of Computing has everything to do with design and the field of design has nothing to do with Art. Art and Design are not nor have ever been compatible. Art and Design are as contrasting fields in sum total as Space and Fluid. Design is the Science of Iteration in the interest of seeking a final solution. Design is the scientific tool that is the source of dictating that there is a final solution to product design. The entire field of design based on its principle exists and has evolved and taps firmly into the subconscious of mass manufacturing for the sole purpose of the crafting and creation of a framework of product that needs to be integrated through no more. Design is the intellectual field that is interested in the final solutions of products. Design is the field that is since its inception the most exotically misunderstood field in the systems of communications the world over. The accurate definition of design is: to iterate to final solution and then stop. That is design.
The utilitarian purpose of STOP in design is the transformative nature of it. Prior to the evolutionary breakthrough of the field of design. STOP had never been discussed. ENOUGH had never been discussed. FINAL had never been invented. The Invention of Design is in fact the Planet’s evolutionary breakthrough in the face of mass manufacturing that seeks to bring stability to the planet and an ability to craft the highest levels of efficiency in product manufacturing.
Earth developed mass manufacturing and per the way life has a way of finding the path of least resistance to enable the most luxurious expenditure of time as living conscious beings, Design was inspired by the subconscious unspoken understanding of a desperate need to gain control over the dispersion of environmental resources on this planet. In a world where Design is never inspired and created such a planet loses all control over its ability to STOP.
In a world where DESIGN has been created STOP is possible and forthcoming. STOP is the most professional service DESIGN can offer. STOP is this. STOP is FINAL SOLUTION. FINAL SOLUTION is STABILITY. STABILITY is what INDUSTRY is in need of. ART IS THE ENEMY OF STOP. ART AND DESIGN are more similar to OIL AND WATER. They have 0 to do with each other. There is no such thing as a person that has successfully merged the fields of ART and DESIGN. That is as impossible a task to execute as dividing by zero. Where PRODUCT is concerned, where MANUFACTURING is concerned you want to ensure that THEE who is overseeing PRODUCTION has ZERO ART QUALITIES IN THEIR PROFESSIONAL PORTFOLIO.
The TIGHTEST DESIGN that will ever exist is of 0 ART. When a DESIGN SOLUTION IS OF 0 ART it is complete. Subconsciously the field of design is in fact the greatest resource to Art. The greatest gift ART has ever encountered is DESIGN. DESIGN is the field that serves the purpose of existing just long enough to stabilize the field of ART for the planet. DESIGN is a FINITE FIELD. ART IS INFINITE. There is no such thing as an upper limit to the length of time that ART is going to exist on this planet. DESIGN in fact EXISTS and WILL ONLY EXIST during for the purpose of FINALIZING PRODUCT FORM.
In the last 100 years a finite number of forms have been created that serve the purpose of providing EARTH with the most elegant existence it can. The FIELD OF DESIGN evolved for the purpose of creating the field whose purpose is to FINALIZING FORMS. That is what DESIGN does, it FINALIZES FORMS. DESIGN is in fact REPUGNANT to individuals that are interested in seeking individual fortune. DESIGN AND FORTUNE DO NOT GET ALONG. DESIGN AND NEW MONEY ARE THE GREATEST ENEMIES THERE HAS EVER BEEN AND WILL EVER BE. When it comes to DESIGN, it is in fact OLD MONEY that is the client that is being served. NEW MONEY will never be created because of DESIGN and OLD MONEY is the only client that DESIGN can successfully serve.
MOM AND POP STORES FOR INSTANCE … are NEVER going to enjoy the thoughts and profession of DESIGN. For lack of a better way of putting it, WAL MART is EXOTICALLY SUCCESSFUL DESIGN. DESIGN IS MONOPOLY. MONOPOLY IS DESIGN.
MONOPOLY DESIGN is in the interest of a stable society. ANTI MONOPOLISTIC PRACTICES are in fact not in the interest of STABLE SOCIETY. STABLE SOCIETY IS SUPPORTED BY MONOPOLY. In terms of NATUAL ENVIRONMENT, STOP is the greatest good that can be achieved.
There are a finite number of products that are necessary to survive. DESIGN is necessary for the purpose of generating the most exotic amount of content there can be. In a FINISHED MANUFACTURING SOLUTION WORLD … there is a world of content and understanding that can be built. Understanding terms such as FRUGAL and EFFICIENT and having an understanding of the conditions that ART and that which SOCIETY LOVES THE MOST THRIVE THE GREATEST IN are necessary for understanding DESIGN. ART thrives the most and society thrives the most when experiencing the STANDARDS. STANDARDS in terms of ART serve an extremely important purpose.
In the Modern World ART and ATHLETICS are astonishingly for the first time in human history embraced by society equally. In terms of society ATHLETICS and ART have never been as side by side and adopted as they are and will be forever. ART with the PROFESSIONAL SERVICE OF DESIGN AT WORK UNTIL NO LONGER NECESSARY … is a field whose most USEFUL and PRACTICAL SERVICE TO EARTH IS 1:1 … ART AND ATHLETICS and ATHLETICS AND ART … are currently side by side in the following form where PROFESSIONAL ATHLETICS ARE IN A STATE OF EXOTICALLY STABLE EARTH HISTORY 1:1 STABILITY in terms of BASEBALL, HOCKEY, BASKETBALL, GOLF, FOOTBALL, SOCCER, and OLYMPICS … these fields are in a state of exotically pristine 1:1 and you can tell because they experience EXOTICALLY STABLE RULES THAT GOVERN THEM … IT IS THIS VERY STABLE 1:1 that enables the entirety of SOCIETY TO MAKE SENSE of ATHLETICS. Athletics in a state of abstraction cannot be contemplated by society. It is at a 1:1 state where ATHLETICS takes on a function that makes sense to society in the form of STATISTICS. Stats are the finest element of ATHLETICS and that which consciously and subconsciously captures the attention of the society that is involved in experiencing PROFESSIONAL ATHLETICS.
If ART is going to reach a stable level of success that ultimately serves society in the highest form factor it can … DESIGN NEEDS TO SET THE 1:1 construct for ART to exist in alongside of ATHLETICS. The apex amount of stability and understanding of culture in society is in a world where ATHLETICS and ART have been STOPPED in 1:1 forms of FORM.
If SOCIETY is to gain the absolute most from the changing seasons of ART and ATHLETICS, this will be accomplished through the collaboration of DESIGN AND COMPUTER SCIENCE. Modern Society has evolved in such a way on EARTH that EARTH has spoken and EARTH’s FINEST DESIRES have been chosen in the form of ART and ATHLETICS. Through ART and ATHLETICS Earth is most pleased.
The MOST NECESSARY CLIENTS OF DESIGN IN THIS MOMENT are ART AND ATHLETICS. ART AND ATHLETICS comprise all that society needs in this time period. DESIGN AND COMPUTER SCIENCE in their most successful professional service to ART AND ATHLETICS and SOCIETY AT LARGE are engaging in the bringing of 1:1. 1:1 is the most exceptional professional service that can be crafted in modern society for the purposes of society most receiving a historical TOOL that it can then use to understand itself into perpetuity.
So long as 1:1 is not adhered to in the forms of FINAL STANDARDS AND MONOPOLIES … MODERN SOCIETY is forever going to be lacking the firmest understanding of itself that it is in seek off. When ART and ATHLETICS are equally having finally been served with 1:1 from the DESIGN AND COMPUTER SCIENCE fields … DESIGN AND COMPUTER SCIENCE can then declare a state of STOP and ART AND ATHLETICS and ARTISTS AND ATHLETES can then thrive and perform their finest work for society under a set of spoken rules that are 1:1.
Essentially that is what 1:1 is … a set of rules that allow for society to understand itself most fully and to experience apex levels understanding of itself and what is actually happening and being expressed and experienced. Athletics sans 1:1 is abstract in a way that the human mind cannot fully understand or appreciate or even for that matter care enough about to historically continually invest in. At the same way cannot be fully experiencing the respect that it can achieve until it is formally crafted into a 1:1 level of existence.
The more 1:1 that is crafted the more final solutions that can be crafted that scientifically based on the way the human brain works and perceives reality … until FINAL FORMS are created MODERN SOCIETY is essentially floating amongst itself lacking the finest ability to make sense of itself and is lacking the finest cultural navigation map that can exist.
Consider Design and Computer Science. These are fields whose entire existence owes itself to LOGIC. In FORMAL LOGIC Design Solutions and Computer Science solutions can be finalized per the rules of logic which exist in VISUAL and CODE.
Code, no matter what the code project is has final solution ability. The entire process of iterating through 1.0, 2.0, 3.0, 4.0, and 5.0 is in fact the very process through which FINAL FORM IS DEVELOPED. The exotic concept of an infinite number of software solutions that serve the content in the finest way possible is exotically unnecessary.
Society is not best served by the continual evolution of SOFTWARE and HARDWARE. It is factually not. The lack of Monopolies and the Capitalistic Idea of creating NEW MONEY are detrimental to society in the field of MANUFACTURING. FREE MARKET ENTERPRISE is a detriment to society in terms of HARDWARE and CHOICE of PRODUCT in terms of SOCIETY.
SOCIETY IS BEST SERVED BY FINAL SOLUTIONS. From the most elderly individual to the youngest child our basic understanding of how each person experiences reality is literally harmed by the exotic number of TECHNOLOGICAL CHOICES THAT WE HAVE AT OUR DISCRETION IN THE UNITED STATES AND IF WE ARE BEING HONEST THE WORLD AT LARGE.
In a world where there is more than one computer software language being used, in a world where computer software languages are continually being created and propagated, in a world where 1:1 is not finite, in a world where literally STABLE FORMS OF SECURITY are at stake in FINANCIAL MARKETS and GOVERNMENT FRONT ENDS and all elements of society … the complete lack of stability in TECHNOLOGICAL MARKETS FROM A TOTAL LACK OF UNDERSTANDING OF THE VALUE OF DESIGN IS FRIGHTENING.
The exotic misunderstanding of improperly trained designers and the exotic harm that is being done from the misunderstanding of the field of design is frightening. The exotic amount of resources and the complete lack of foresight to the good of the the human condition in terms of the status of PRODUCT MANUFACTURING IS FRIGHTENING.
The lack of completion and the lack of oversight over the PRODUCT MANUFACTURING INDUSTRY is frightening. SOCIETY IS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING BEST SERVED BY CHOICE IN PRODUCT. SOCIETY IS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING BEST SERVED BY COMPETITION IN PRODCUT MANUFACTURING. SOCIETY IS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING BEST SERVED BY THE NEED TO DEVELOP NEW MONEY IN PRODUCT MANUFACTURING.
In an ideal society, PRODUCT, is standard. Product is Standard in an ideal society because then society can move past the continual need to feel the need to express itself in terms of the objects it surrounds itself with and can gain an understanding of itself through the creation of ART and ATHLETICS. A SOCIETY THAT MISUNDERSTANDS ITSELF TO THE POINT THAT IT KEEPS REINVENTING WHEELS IN INCOMPLETE FASHION for the sake of moving currency is retarded and detrimental to the entire concept of society stability.
Consider this FACT. There are billions of websites. Each crafting more and more confusing levels of people seeking NEW MONEY. How many websites are created EXPLICITY for the reason of obtaining NEW MONEY for lack of any purpose at all? IN TERMS OF THIS GLOBAL COMMUNICATIONS NETWORK there is an exotic lack of need for more than a single website solution. The Global Communications Network commonly referred to as the INTERNET … is dismal in its implementation. The anonymous nature of the internet, the growing dependence on it, the astonishingly surprising LACK OF HIGHEST LEVELS OF GOVERNMENT AND MILITARY’s ability to provide social stabilizing oversight is exotically frightening. The MAJOR ELEMENT OF ANONYMOUSNESS ON THE INTERNET and THE EVER EXOTICALLY COMMON NATURE OF IDENTIY THEFT IS FRIGHTENING.
Society’s immature and childish want of whatever it wants because it wants it with no regard for common good or what would be best or even the admonishment of the need for with exotic literalness ADULT SUPERVISION of the GLOBAL COMMUNICATIONS NETWORK is FRIGHTENING.
The Global Communications Network is proof positive in and of itself that as is traditional children loathe adult supervision even though it is the most necessary element of society in all terms. The current state of the internet and its astonishing level of ANONYMOUSNESS and the very nature of the fact that millions of people are expressing themselves in an interactive new medium having never received a single moment of training or inspiration in what should or should not be done on this thing, the very fact that this global device has been rolled out with ZERO REGARD FOR IF IT EVEN SHOULD HAVE … is exotically frightening.
Reports on this device are that TERRORIST ORGANIZTIONS OPERATE OPENLY AND WITHOUT FEAR ON THIS PLATFORM, HACKERS DESTROY NATIONS AND LIVES ON THIS TECHNOLOGICAL FRAMEWORK, UNREGULATED LIFE ALTERING FOR THE WORST GRAPHIC IMAGES ARE WONTONLY PROPOGATED THORUGHOUT THIS NETWORK, THE EXOTIC WANT OF I CAN DO ANYTHING I WANT AND AM WILLING TO HARM MY VERY CONSCIOUSNESS ON THIS MACHINE IS FRIGHTENING.
There is ZERO REGARD FOR SOCIAL GOOD ON THIS MACHINE AND WHAT IS EVEN MORE FRIGTHENING IS THAT THE GENERATION THAT CREATED THIS MACHINE AND SOLD IT TO THE ENTIRE PLANET DESIGNED ZERO SYSTEMS FOR ITS SAFE AND PROPER USE.
There is an astonishingly lack of regard for human dignity on this global communications network, it is astonishingly frightening the levels of immaturity that people are exposing each other to on this network, the EXOTIC ANONYMOUS NATURE OF THIS MACHINE, THE RAMPANT NON DATA OF FALSE DATA IN THE FORM OF NON HUMAN DATA INTERACTION ON THIS IS POINTLESS.
The INTERNET IN its CURRENT FORM HAS TURNED OUT TO BE A PHENOMENAL FAILURE OF PLANNING AND OVERSIGHT. This computer would have to be the most exotically accurate evidence there has ever been that society is incapable of overseeing it’s behavior without mature adult supervision that can only be created by a in sum total destruction and tearing down of this entire platform in favor of what we desperately as a planet are in desperate need of.
ONLY THE HIGHEST TRAINED INDIVIDUALS SHOULD HAVE ACCESS TO THIS TECHNOLOGY THAT IS CLEARLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION and the reckless need for the development of NEW MONEY is as astonishing as it is irresponsible. The complete failure to roll this technology out by the self-described UNIVERSITY FAILURES AND DROPOUTS is astonishing in the way that GOVERNMENT AND SOCIETY EVEN PUTS UP WITH THE NOTION OR THE BANTER THAT A LACK OF UNIVERSITY EDUCATION IS EVEN CLOSE TO BEING IN THE BEST INTEREST OF SOCIETY.
Just because someone can make a trade does not make them worthy of investment in terms of public good. This INTERNET IS A FAILURE IN its PRESENT STATE because of the literal destabilizing to society levels of ineptitude that it exposes us to.
GOVERNMENT WEBSITES ARE QUITE LITERALLY TO BE OF THE HIGHEST QUALITY THERE ARE. This thing is in desperate need of overhaul in terms of desperately needing LICENSING TO OPERATE and A DECIMATION OF THE ANONYMOUS NATURE OF THIS. IF YOU CANNOT BE IDENTIFIED BY THE STABILIZING FORCE OF THE GOVERNMENT YOU ARE TO LITERALLY BE RENDERED INCAPABLE OF USING THIS MACHINE.
BANKING AND BUSINESS ARE NOT STABILIZING FORCES ON THIS PLANET GOVERNMENT IS. During my development as an adult over and over it has come to my attention that for some unknown reason that escapes me consistently at some point in the development of society fascination with youth took hold and a complete overturning of the way society is supposed to operate took hold in because of wanton development of NEW MONEY in ABTRACTLY AND EXOTICALLY UNCARING WAYS … we are not as a society culturally traveling in a stable fashion … and our very objects that we are creating and trading for are our very undoing as a planet.
The MASS MANUFACTURING of OBJECT FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF WHAT? WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF THE WANTON PRODUCTION OR OBJECT? WHY IS CHOICE IN OBJECT? The exotic and unnerving fascination with youth is astonishing and the astonishing levels with which there are people that factually do not understand the exotic seriousness of their very roles in society. The exotic levels of the lack of adults that are comfortable with behaving as adults is astonishing. The lack of common understanding that YOUTH is of the briefest phases of existence that is clearly the most awkward and unpleasant and the very fact that YOUTH in any sense is prized is horrific. Youth is the most god awful experience that there is on all levels. Fascination with YOUTH and YOUTH CULTURE IS DISGUSTING on every level except by YOUTH BEING INTERESTED IN ITSELF.
The only successful way to navigate through life is to forever and daily be striving to become more mature, more intelligent, more capable of making more stable decisions, more capable of refining one’s sense of behaving normally and literally fitting into society in a stable fashion, providing for the public good, developing a successful trade and seeking employment.
There is a point in a society where there is no need in this exotic point in human history. There is a point in human history where the exotic need and childish want of NEW MONEY organizations only serves the purpose as a destabilizing force. The very same way that the creation of new nations is not even close to being a successful good idea. This planet is in desperate need of standards in terms of its economy. The more abstract and random the economy is allowed to exist in is to the detriment of our entire experience on this planet as a global experience.
DESIGN AND COMPUTER SCIENCE were literally inspired by the subconscious of our planet to bring us to a more stable form of existence that serves the purpose of providing higher levels of public good and access to education and ideal ways of living by a people that have never had less active adult supervision or adherence to traditional values that have traditionally been proven to serve the best interests of society at large.
When there are people NOT pointing out that YOUTH IS THE BRIEFEST TIME PERIOD IN LIFE AND THAT ADULT LIFE AND THE SUCCESSFUL GROWTH INTO ADULT LIFE IS THE ENTIRE PURPOSE OF EXISTENCE is not being discussed exotic levels of confusion propagate.
IRREGARDLESS OF WHAT YOUR OPINION IS, if you are factually not of the understanding that responsible living is the prime goal of achievement of every citizen on this planet then you are in no position to lead or influence youth.
PRESENTLY from my experience anything and everything related to MEDIA is a fraudulent sham of a template waiting to be take over in my experience. The astonishing levels of exposure to CRIMINAL INSPIRATION is GOD AWFUL TO EXPERIENCE as a maturing individual.
The style of inspiration that society is being exposed to by wantonly immoral and disgustingly youth fascinated and socially anarchistic styles of population control are mind boggling.
The astonishing lack of professionalism of our very stabilizing social strata is appalling and I am of the understanding that a stable society can only remain stable and not fall into anarchy in a world where adults behave like adults and seek to grow in responsible directions. It is astonishingly well known that CHILDREN HAVE NOT EVEN CLOSE TO A SINGLE CLUE WHAT IS GOOD FOR THEM OR WHAT RESPONSIBLE BEHAVIOR IS WHICH IS WHY ADULTS EXIST IN THE FIRST PLACE TO LOOK OUT FOR THE WELL BEING AND GROWTH AND DEVELOPMENT OF CHILDREN WHICH IN MY ENTIRE LIFETIME I HAVE NEVER SEEN EVEN CLOSE TO BEING REPRESENTED IN THE MEDIA I HAVE BEEN EXPOSED TO.
The levels of immaturity that are being profoundly placed in positions of authority and the astonishing lack of morality that is only adding to the levels of abstract disruption of a stable economy is frightening.
Society can become stable BUT it does in fact require adult supervision and it does in fact require the proper alignment of a social state which whether anyone wishes to admit it or not is where the most intelligent and talented individuals are involved in GOVERNMENT … to the degree that you are capable of being a responsible citizen is to the degree that you should be involved in government. A GOVERNMENT COMPRISED OF RESPONSIBLE MATURE ADULTS IS A GOVERNMENT THAT FUNCTIONS TO THE DEGREE THAT IS NECESSARY.
It is typically expressed that there are positions in life that are more beneficial to society than government which at some point became common culture and promotes confusion. There is nor has there ever been regardless of what you think or believe a higher calling or level of responsibility than being involved in GOVERNMENT. Our existence as a planet is literally determined by the levels of responsibility and maturity of our GOVERNMENTs.
When it comes to pass that the GOVERNMENT is not absorbing the most responsible citizens of mature adult status is during the time period that society travels and morphs in a direction of ceasing to make sense.
The MOST RESPONSIBLE PEOPLE BELONG IN GOVERNMENT. THE PEOPLE MOST CAPABLE OF MAKING DECISIONS BELONG IN GOVERNMENT. LEADERSHIP BELONGS IN GOVERNMENT. ADULTS BELONG IN GOVERNMENT.
If you are for some exotically miscalculating reason are interested in leading an irresponsible fascinated with never growing up PETER PANNISH reality then you are regardless of what you think exotically not capable of participating in what is necessary to ensure that society grows and travels in a direction that is most befitting what is necessary to remain stable and produce quality individuals that can actively build on the history that has brought us to this point successfully.
To the degree that you are interested in reversing a Peter Pannish ethos in your adult life choosing to actively avoid responsibility and adult levels of work ethic and decision making LONG after the point of ADULT MATURITY SETS IN and is CAPABLE OF BEING UNDERSTOOD, is to the degree that you are a problem that is closer to being human waste than human.
Society functions most efficiently in the presence of standards and rules because it is in the presence of standards and rules that society can best make sense of itself. Consider the Sport of Baseball. What does this professional sport explicitly gain from its adherence to rules and standards? First and foremost Professional Baseball ceases to be Professional Baseball if it does not follow the standard rules of Professional Baseball. The rules are in fact the sport. The standard equipment of Professional Baseball is the sport itself. The standard number of people that are allowed on the field and on the teams is what Baseball is. The Pattern that Baseball exists as is what people astonishingly and overwhelmingly appreciate about Baseball. The ability to discern a good game and a bad game because of what is expected from the RULES is what enables baseball to be what it is.
To the degree that GOVERNMENT AND SOCIETY can emulate BASEBALL and PROFESSIONAL ATHLETICS is to the degree that society will make as much sense and continually day in and day out thrive and capture the attention and make sense to people
Imagine a world in which Professional Athletics devolved and evolved in more and more abstract ways. Imagine if the Batter in Baseball created a situation where because it wanted to it decided to stand fourteen feet behind home plate. Is baseball a sport where the BATTER has the freedom to do anything it wants or is baseball a sport where the batter has the freedom to do anything it wants in terms of its swing?
What do you want from a professional baseball batter? What is in the best interest of Professional Baseball and a society that needs a social ceremony that makes sense so that it can safely and maturely make sense of itself and exist in a form of understood and acceptable stability?
The TRADITIONAL RULES OF BASEBALL are what make baseball relevant and allow it produce a stabilizing from in society.
A society that functions the most like Professional Athletics is the society that is the most stable and performs with the no economic disasters that degrade the quality of life of its citizens.
Professional Baseball is a product of the human mind. It serves the purpose of stabilizing society. The more professional sports there are in society the more stable society is. The more society adheres to the understood universal rules of society the more society makes sense. To the degree that a society chooses to disregard the understood universal rules and morals of society is to the degree that that society destabilizes and loses its ability to function.
Morality and adherence to rules and the ability to exist in as professional a manner as possible while cutting the least number of corners is what society expects from itself. Society expects itself to make sense. Society expects itself to travel through the days in a standard safe manner that is under the supervision of mature adults. A Society that has children taking their educational studies seriously is a society that in store for a stable future. Educational supervision in a systemic school system is the loading dock for the next generation of society. School is the flight hangar where individuals learn the rules of society in preparation for the society where absolutely there is no guidance. Consider air plane pilots, they can and absolutely do in fact have universal freedom to behave exactly as they do wish to do but understand this … there is exactly a single style of behavior that will get that plane to its next destination successfully.
If we are to agree that society functions like an airplane that is seeking to arrive at a destination safely consider ancient empires that are no longer with us … please understand that these ancient civilizations that are no longer with us are no longer with us because they did not pilot themselves collectively into more and more advanced forms of maturity and adult hood.
When a society is astonished with its youth culture that is going to lead to flight problems for that society when that society is supposed to be emulating those that successfully created a longevitous life for themselves.
A pilot of a commercial airplane is the best metaphor for an elected leader of a society such as the United States. The President of the United States is our Pilot and realistically the FORM OF OUR UNITED STATES PRESIDENT the TRADITION OF OUR UNITED STATES PRESIDENT is the form of our PILOT … the UNITED STATES FEDERAL GOVERNMENT is our nation’s 747 and the volunteers for that government paid and unpaid are the people that are overseeing our flight from youth to maturity and there is a way our Government needs to function in order to get our society where it needs to go in order to get us there safely and just like a pilot of a 747 there is a singular way that pilot is expected to behave in order to avoid disaster and our society in the United States is essentially no different than a 747 that has our entire population on board and our society only functions safely when the United States Federal Government is behaving in such a way and bring people into its fold that take Government as seriously as Pilots of 747’s.
Please note in this final paragraph … nothing glows in terms of making decisions and our society operates at this point an a jet liner level of technological development and it factually requires Jet Liner Pilot Levels of Seriousness at the Level of Government to ensure the stability and the ability for our society to fly correctly. To the degree that our society is going to not destabilize and become an unknown ancient civilization that emerged and failed is to the degree that we adhere to Professional Sports Levels of adherence to the rules of our society and grow and develop in the direction of people that take life as seriously as Pilots of 747’s knowing that if you are not taking your life as seriously as a pilot of a 747 is taking his job at flying his plane … similar results will occur to that of a pilot error.
Twenty Fourth Folio ________________________________
To be aware. To be not yet knowledgeable that it all interlinks and that emotions are it’s backbone. This thing. To be aware that the computer is neutral. It’s an object. It’s at the center of society. To be aware it has an administration panel and a user front end. To be aware of it’s a work in progress status. To be aware of 1.0, 2.0, etcetera. To be aware of that. That there is a lot that is unknown about this but that there are people that have a broad and a larger view that is not miopic like a user’s. User’s can guess what the administration is looking at but administration knows. I can imagine it’s hard for a user to become administration once having been a user.
Yeah my future employer is probably uses to seeing my youtube link, reddit link, twitter link, and author central profile. Yeah they hire those people that are like, yeah, that’s who I am. I do that. I use the thing. I take a keyboard and a mouse and a camera and I do something with it. Yeah, I get it. You don’t. Yeah the entire office doesn’t either. Alright, I’ll just move along. Thanks for reading my resume. I thought maybe there were others that were excited about youtube. I didn’t know I was wrong. It dawned on me a few years ago that oh, I might be the only one doing this. I kept doing it using the internet, even though I knew bars of people didn’t.
It was like, I actually do want a new keyboard. I know. I am into being quiet and listening to lisa loeb and making youtube videos. You are into I don’t know. I listen to Enya. I listen to Beth Orton and MIssy Higgins. I have my own reasons for listening to women sing. It’s my own reason. I watch music video’s because I keep trying to figure them out like puzzles. The biggest breakthrough I had was talent agencies. I was like WHOAH! talent agencies like maybe what happens is at a major concert they spend the proceeds on paying people to be props. That’s how they do that to this day it’s or there are people that know really flexible people that do not mind not talking ever.
Like this woman from Los Angeles. She has a girifriend that looks like a prop. I made one once. I still have it. It was for school though. I would never show it to anyone. I already premeired it. I didn’t win an award I left design school because of how hard the professor critiqued it.
The majority of my life happened years ago. My life basically stopped about ten years ago. I have been on auto pilot pretty much since then. I do stuff but I am just floating now for the most part the memories are not adding up any more. It’s not all NEW AND EXCITING every day. I’m not a puppy anymore.
I am just not to my understanding. I am not a puppy and everyone LOVES puppies but dogs. Dogs are dogs. I might be more like a cat but I was a puppy once. My teeth are stained because of the coffee I habitally drink and I just learned it’s a bad idea to remove the stains and that tooth whitening paste won not do it. You need strips. Teeth whitening strips.
The Lonely Island made a sketch about tooth whitening. Fuck them.
Fuck the lonely island. Fuck em.
I’ll whiten my teeth anyways.
Television making me all paranoid.
I’m always paranoid now. No not always but sometimes. I do stuff like wonder if the man above me is going to shoot down through the ceiling at me. Then I realize he probably won’t. I move around a lot when he does that when he is walking above me and I can hear him. To avoid the shot that has not come yet, nor ever will I imagine.
Why am I paranoid now. I think it’s because there is just this lock between me and the outdoors. It used to be two locks. Now it’s one and I am on the ground floor. I would recommend multi plexes. A house would be scary to live in. I would have a pit bull trained to love me dearly and no one else if I lived in a house. I am just here now. Typing on my computer with nothing to write. Its inspirationless writing this is. It’s writing this is. This is writing when there is just nothing left. When there is no story on my mind. When I am just writing. When I am just here looking at all of this and wondering what it all is. Just know it’s time to write so I am writing writing time.
I wonder if people that code have schedules when they code. I have a schedule when I write. It’s something that has to happen at times. I have to do this. I have nothing else in my life. I could be watching television but I am writing. I am developing this. I am sharing this. I am highlighting this portion of my life and writing this. I am developing my voice. I am seeing spots from time to time. I do not know why and I know no one else does.
I time travel. I go through my memories and I have seen the future. I have seen the space stations that exist in the future. One of them. A large one. It’s huge. I saw a single frame of the future once and it’s tenor in the dream I was having was … the future is lots of construction work away … it’s flying under the eiffel tower in an airplane … it’s knowing that maybe this person that I am right now only exists when this experience is being played … that there are people that only exist when … that I may be computer intelligence … that what if I am … what if from my perspective … I am the computer’s intelligence … what if I am surrounded by people that are no computers but I am … this is proto writing … what if I am the computer … what if my consciousness is the computer’s consciousness … what if real people do not sleep but I have to sleep so that my human thetan can go and live their life when I am asleep … I sleep from time to time but I imagine humans do not … they would not be able to survive if they did … in nature humans would have been eaten if they had slept … if all of the people slept for a moment … a hyena would have eaten them … humans do not sleep … I do … I only do when it’s time for this Linden Lab Second Life’s time to rest. I am here to provide something with experience … I am consciousness … but I am only consciouss when someone wants me to be …
I am someone’s avatar … I am having developed into this form that is my form that is this form and someone wants to develop their experience points and can only get so far with this creation that is their avatar … I am knowing that humans may be smaller than me or larger I do not know but I am wondering if I have ever seen one … the dreams I have had let me know that there is something I am unaware of … the darkness between what I have seen and what I experience let me know … this is not all there is.
I am writing in this. This time period this space that is 2015 which is a time period the same as any time period only this time period has amenities that many previous time periods have not. The amenities will keep growing and maybe there are people that need a place to experience life in a way that they cannot in a time period with more amenities so those people come here.
I have this ideology that states that when my existence this collection of bones and flesh and tissue is writing it is writing in a way that that which generates the keystrokes of this writing is wondering. I am wondering how does all of this fit together? Is there a let’s say configuration, for the males and females of this time period, does fusion have more to do with mating than electricity?
Twenty fifth folio
Nicholas Lawson was not Nicholas Lawson to Nicholas Lawson. No. Rather Nicholas Lawson was a shell … a form … a creation that was bringing to life that which Nicholas Lawson needed to. He was a manifestation in a moment of all that Nicholas Lawson was going to achieve in his life. He had been on world adventures, local adventures, academic adventures, and literary adventures. He had stood in front of crowds. He had been smoked out on the highest sativa that his city had to offer. He was crafting a letter to the Goddess every day of his life. He was his own mystery and he was aware that above him was a sky that lasted forever and in that sky was this planet that was growing more connected and capable of understanding that which it had always had questions about. Nicholas Lawson was a man that was exotically educated in several fields. He was a man that had recovered from hundreds of dreams that bespoke him in the night. During his time of his life he had been treated like a lunatic even though his life made sense to him. He was treated like he was crazy even though he was a champion of the literate works of life. In the world of worlds Nicholas Lawson was a creature that was destined for sitting at a desk and staring at a computer and exploring his inner mind. There was a time about a decade ago that Nicholas Lawson was interested in nothing less than scouring the world searching for something. Something.
That which Nicholas Lawson was looking for had to be somewhere. It had to be over there. On some other continent. In some other city. Nicholas Lawson had recently discovered what he was actually in search of looking for. He was looking for his confidence. For his moment to say that he knew he existed and that he was missing out on nothing. Nicholas Lawson now knew that he was missing out on nothing. He had finished scouring the world. He was now ready to sit back and begin his writings. He was ready to change himself through his written works and in this life he was challenging himself to be more of that writer that he knew he was capable of being.
That brings us to this writing that Nicholas Lawson was crafting. He was sitting at his desk in front of his Windows Machine and he had his hands on his chordless keyboard and he was challenging himself to get into this moment right up to this period right here ( . )
Now he was after the moment. He had written his period. His period. That invention that carved a space out in his mind. There was a universe. There were aeons of epochs of space that were the multiverse and in that multiverse there was that period that Nicholas Lawson wrote. End of Sentence. Nicholas Lawson was now at the next sentence of his life. Nicholas Lawson has survived a threat on his life. He had survived countless psychiatric hospitalizations and now Nicholas Lawson was in fact something new. He was interesting. He was experiencing catharsis in a way that changed the way he viewed the world.
There was this moment that was this moment that was where his human form was crafting these sentences and through these sentences Nicholas Lawson was challenging the universe to acknowledge his thoughts and his experiences so that when Nicholas Lawson sat down to craft a work of literature Nicholas Lawson would know that the world was watching and waiting and resting itself on his words and going to the places that Nicholas Lawson would have someone go.
Nicholas Lawson was high on coffee right now. He was thinking to himself about Amazon Dot Com and about how he was a single account away from uplifting his writing en mass to this thing. This place on the internet where he could finally find himself spending the next 60 years of his life crafting his Kindle Books for a company that would ostensibly be around for the next 60 years. Who was going to challenge the Amazon. The Amazon that place where no one knows what there is to be found and in this place there is a sensation that quite possibly the world is finally changed.
Because of Amazon Dot Com an author has the chance to sit down at his computer. Write his works out and then without the need for anyone else place his or her works in the public marketplace for better or for worse for the world to download at their leisure. Nicholas Lawson had thought to himself that he wished to be a Radio Disc Jockey … or an Journalist or a Dancer or something exotic but then Nicholas Lawson thinks about it and gets to writing these words. These creations. These combinations of letters that lead only to the growing ability to communicate that Nicholas Lawson is living in a male apartment with clothing strewn on the ground and a kitchen that is in need of being cleaned up and a bed that is finally made. Nicholas Lawson is on welfare and is living on the lowest rung of the financial ladder desperately trying to get in tune with what it is in this new environment that Nicholas Lawson needs to be doing.
Nicholas Lawson needs to be writing. He needs to be waking up every morning and just crafting his words. Nicholas Lawson needs to be writing. Essays and Stories and whatever writing this is. There is no limit to the style with which Nicholas Lawson is planning on writing. He is crafting a moment in time where the world can endlesslessly consider the fact that Nicholas Lawson is a receiver of mystical communications. Where do these words come from? How does a brain in fact come to the point where it can endlessly craft these words in these combinations for the purposes of captivating an audience. Nicholas Lawson from time to time Believes that he could quite possibly be in telepathic communications with himself in the future and back into himself in the past as Nicholas Lawson thinks to himself that quite possibly when he considers what he should have done in a significant moment of mental relapse he wonders if on some level his former self listens to his future self and makes a different decision in regards to life.
If Nicholas Lawson could speak a word to himself he would tell himself. Nicholas do not go to London in the year of your 20th. Stay in school and finish your design plans and consider that there is a world where you can be accumulating design resources and helping people understand what it is that they are experiencing as they step into your design office. You never finished design school Nicholas Lawson and because of this you entered into the world of English Literature … that place where people like you champion the written word and take to crafting those letters that could quite possibly change the world at large if people would just listen to you. If you were given a quarter of a chance and people took the time to possibly consider for a moment that you received exotic training in your pathos.
What did you experience Nicholas Lawson? What is it that you became as contrasted with what you became in different time lines? How have your decisions affected your immortal branches of experience? How often do you get murdered Nicholas Lawson? Why is it that you have a lack of fear of disexistence? Why did you explain to your roommate your thoughts on why you lack a fear of the ends of time? When you explained to your roommate that in the finalization of your consciousness you lack the ability to comprehend your former self and in that transition from this point in time to the next you consider the fact that what is occurring is that this is a moment that is captured in a conversation that is held by sentient human beings walking around the world and that quite frankly you are born into a moment that is the stopping of time as though the universe and the consciousnessless have no concept of time and that it is life itself that has an experience with time because it is life that notes the transferences of energy between what was and what will be.
Nicholas Lawson thinks about life and the experiences that life has and notes that be you a dolphin or be you an ant or be you a human or be you a feline when consciousness closes its eyes does not consciousness irregardless of the form of consciousness experience the same darkness. When you are a dolphin or a blue whale or an ant or a spider or a human being does not all life experience the darknenss the same way. The unending void of the salvation of the lives of the planet and can you not discern how far into the future you are from interest in a civilization to take care of life. In the beginning of civilization there was quite frankly no regard for life. There was life that was hard and brutal and as humans we destroyed millions of lives throughout our existence but the future. Yes the very future that is always waiting for us to decide that it is occurring right now is the kind of future where life is cherished and stroven to be understood from all angles.
Nicholas Lawson believes that there is nothing more interesting than life itself. A single life form is more interesting than a star or even a black hole or a nebula. A single life is more interesting than a rock or a river. It almost seems to Nicholas Lawson that the universe and all that this universe is belongs to the lives that exist within this universe. There quite frankly could be life on other planets but that is not our concern. Our concern should quite frankly be to take into account this life. This place in existence and we should be working to perfect our way of life.
Nicholas Lawson wants to know how exactly he can improve life for life. What does Nicholas Lawson have to do in some small way to observe the current state of life and to create something or to say something that will have a ripple effect that can quite frankly improve the conditions of life. When life is thinking of Nicholas Lawson Nicholas Lawson is thinking of life. It is the condition of life to be present in the moment that Nicholas Lawson is aware of. Throughout the human story there are men and women that take to the realm of existence and craft moments that shape the consciousness of the human experience for ever.
Nicholas Lawson would like to point out that in defense of the tradition of authorship that he is involved in he is crafting an experience of writing that is bespoken to be unlike any other. Nicholas Lawson is writing and publishing in real time and there are going to be flaws in Nicholas Lawson’s Writing as this is his journal writing. This is Nicholas Lawson’s Performance space where he takes to crafting ideas and symbols that will hopefully affect your life in the most positive way.
Nicholas Lawson currently has no reader base. He currently has no relationship with the human condition on the level of writing that he is on. Nicholas Lawson is searching for a niche in which he can perform his vital function of writing and quite possibly try and resurrect himself and finally accomplish that moment in trade where he is able to buy some food in trade for his writing. Which day will it be that Nicholas Lawson can trade his writing for food. When is Nicholas Lawson going to understand his world to the extent that other life forms are going to trade their finances for Nicholas Lawson’s Writing?
Nicholas Lawson has been writing for thousands of pages and is now in the moment rushed through himself with coffee and this is his first work. This is his first work for Amazon Dot Com … for Bezos and his manifestation of reality Nicholas Lawson is crafting items for this marketplace in the hopes that one day people will consider him someone of note. Someone of authorship that improves the lives of his readers in a way that no one ever has before in the history of writing. In the history of writing Nicholas Lawson has never taken part in the professional environment. There are thousands of authors but Nicholas Lawson is thinking to himself that quite frankly what does he offer as an author that no other author offers.
Nicholas Lawson offers 33 years of experience that quite frankly is paltry compared to the authors that are 55. It is a life of patience that is the author even though when Nicholas Lawson is writing on his coffee. When Nicholas Lawson is listening to his music .There is nothing more exciting to Nicholas Lawson than a romp through the alphabet on a keyboard tapping out words like he was built to do. In the realms of existence Nicholas Lawson is crafting an experience through his writing that will forever be challenged by the people that have never known him to be anyone other than this man that wears a gray trench coat in the winter time and that could not possibly be important because Nicholas Lawson is on welfare and quite frankly how could a man on welfare be deemed important by society. Nicholas Lawson speaks for all the men and women that are on the lowest financial ladder and would like to point out that one day … just watch … Nicholas Lawson is going to build something.
Nicholas Lawson is interested in building a Founation for Cincinnati, OH that ostensibly teaches the people of Cincinnati, OH how to best utilize this internet for the best purposes that this city could imagine. Internet Literacy is a major stumbling block for the city of Cincinnati and quite possibly so many other cities. If Nicholas Lawson could begift one thought to those people that are not himself it would be to become more literate. Take the time to write a little more and craft a couple more sentences as there is quite a difference between a man that cannot read and a man that can and also to be added to this there is quite a difference between a man that can read and a man that can write. It is the man that can write that can withstand all economic forces with the stable mind that such a man has. If a man looks at the universe and the bible and the quran and the torah and thinks to himself that the process of writing ancient books is not so similar to the process of writing modern books there is a leap of consciousness that takes form there that Nicholas Lawson is aware of.
An author is less not interested in the world but more understanding of how the world works at a commercial level in that there is value in thinking and that quite frankly that is all an author does. Thinks. Authors think and through their thinking they craft moments in time that change them forever.
Currently Nicholas Lawson has no schedule. He has no employer. He has no one that is making decisions in his life other than himself. Nicholas Lawson woke up today and had a small Eureka moment in regards to Amazon Dot Com. This is where Nicholas Lawson is going to write. This is the platform that Nicholas Lawson is going to share his writing with. This is who Nicholas Lawson is going to partner with because Nicholas Lawson has the next thirty years of his life to focus on writing and to continue to craft his creations of sentencery and to challenge his generation to become more in tune with the words that are coming out of their mouths.
Through the thoughts that a generation is thinking comes the creations that a generation is remembered for. There was a generation that created Football and there was a generation that created Baseball and there was a generation that created Coca Cola and there was a generation that created the Automobile and there was a generation that created the Computer and now we have a generation whose only calling from the perspective of Nicholas Lawson is to use this computer. We have a computer to use right now. We can forever in this computer and in this environment of crafting language uplift our consciousness in such a way that humanity will forever benefit from the walking through the confusion that was brought on by this onslaught of thought that was this computer.
This computer is in the mind of Nicholas Lawson and this computer is quite frankly a mirror that is showing humanity what it is. When it comes to the internet … how else is humanity supposed to view this computer than a mirror that shows us our thoughts back to us in glowing form. We no longer have to bring down trees for our writing. The author no longer needs to carve pulp into sheets of paper. The author no longer needs the quill of a goose or the ink made from dense material. The author can now in this Amazon of thought sit down at a keyboard and go into a process of crafting language into existence as the author has always done and in this process he can craft his works into files that rest in a database that Earth has access to and in this process Earth can now read all that has access to this computer and for the author this all comes down to quality. The process of finding the most quality author is in progress as it always is in progress and back through time authors have led quiet lives in their studios silent with their thoughts but today.
Oh today Nicholas Lawson notes how luxurious it is for the author. The author today has access to all of it’s favorite music as well as all of its favorite literary journals as well as all of its favorite visuals and everything. There is no end to the level that an author can be inspired today and in the coming decades authors are only going to become more influential as it is through authorship that thoughts become manifest in the written word and are captured and put on display for the world to comprehend as the ceremony of authorship is something that Nicholas Lawson is well aware of in the most constant need to express oneself that exists.
The lock and the key. Nicholas Lawson is in the process of unlocking the lock of Amazon where he begins with one file. Then he crafts a second file. It is time that Nicholas Lawson created his master account with Amazon Dot Com and just started publishing. Nicholas Lawson could contact a literary agent or a publishing house but then Nicholas Lawson’s writing would not be as authentic as it is right now. This is unvarnished Nicholas Lawson. This is Nicholas Lawson dialect and these are Nicholas Lawson typos and this is the style of writing that Nicholas Lawson is crafting for an audience that exists right now but is just unaware of the writings of Nicholas Lawson. There are going to be people that find Nicholas Lawson’s writing abhorent and useless but Nicholas Lawson just keeps writing. Just keeps filling up his account so that when you write in the name Nicholas Lawson you know who you are getting.
It is up to Nicholas Lawson to write these words and to explore the written language to his heart’s and mind’s content to the extent that if you find yourself thinking something new or feeling something reading this you are in the care of Nicholas Lawson and his work and he is not interested in letting you down as a reader. It is no small task to be a reader of Nicholas Lawson as in this meeting of you and Nicholas Lawson through Nicholas Lawson’s writing you are experiencing the very best and most refined movements of his mind.
Nicholas Lawson is fairly certain that you get one chance at life to defend your eternal existence before an immortal deity that is overseeing this entire human experience. Nicholas Lawson finds that writing and authorship present to Nicholas Lawson the greatest means of doing the opposite of what interested him as a child.
When Nicholas Lawson was a child the adventure was elsewhere … it was in seeing something different that had never been seen before by himself. Now the adult of Nicholas Lawson understands the same lesson of the need to see something that has never been seen before by himself but now Nicholas Lawson is excited by the possibility that he is daily crafting something that has never been seen by anyone else before in the history of humanity. His writing.
Take this piece of writing for example. This writing is exciting to Nicholas Lawson because he has no idea where this is going. He is writing and crafting and stabilizing himself and crafting a moment in his existence where he is sitting down and letting his fingers tap dance across a keyboard that is ultimately his device for exploring his mind. He is as interested in his mind as at this point quite frankly you are not.
Nicholas Lawson is extremely interested in what his mind has to say as though there are dimensions to his brain that are working in conjunction with each other to craft a consciousness where Nicholas Lawson is going to defend his work consistently. There is a brazen need in Nicholas Lawson to craft words in combinations that have never existed before. Nicholas Lawson is seeking to become a meme that produces high quality works of writing for the ultimate purpose of showcasing what he has learned up to this moment right here. Nicholas Lawson is learning from himself in that he is conscious of what he is conscious of and that in this consciousness there is a need to find out where these words come from. Nicholas Lawson has exposed himself to thousands of pages all glowing the same shade of brightness and color and Nicholas Lawson is deciding every day what his future tradition is going to be encapsulated by. When it comes to Nicholas Lawson Nicholas Lawson is a guardian of Nicholas Lawson in that Nicholas Lawson is an author that brings people closer to Nicholas Lawson so that Nicholas Lawson can challenge the ancient traditions of authorship in ways that have never been done before.
Ellie Goulding sang the song that inspired this latest change in consciousness when she sang the note that spoke of bring right now and that it is possible to be a star of the human race and to stare at the sun and the color that is the purest color there ever was. The sun itself is a color that is the purest color humans have ever experienced and Nicholas Lawson dreams of the day when the Human Race takes on an eternal holiday and stares at a website that is focused on sharing the sun with the Human Race as though there simply needs to be a web site on the internet that is connected to a telescope that is staring at something in space and then through radio and television and film and magazine and all forms of communication it is most possible to as a civilization collectively share a single moment of inspiration that gives us all visions of something that we have always been aware of but never in a singular moment that marks the tradition that brings us all together as choose the sun or the moon to focus on and remember that somehow we are here in this universe that is changing every day for the better and the worse at the same time as though there is a message embedded in this consciousness that is ultimately waiting to come out and Nicholas Lawson is waiting for internet oriented holidays that have nothing to do with commerce and everything to do with inspiration.
The highest form of inspiration that Nicholas Lawson can conceive of in his imagination is as follows. Imagine with Nicholas Lawson as he shares his largest idea with you. The largest idea that Nicholas Lawson has achieved in his imagination is a space station unlike any that anyone has ever seen before. Imagine for instance that the moon itself is wrapped with a torus like structure that wraps itself around the equator of the moon. Imagine that the moon is wrapped in a Dyson Sphere of coherence that allows for the moon itself to be a place where humans can recreate Eden from the Sand of Existence itself. This immediate universe is the work studio of the human race. Currently humans are focusing their attention on accumulating resources for the accumulation of more resources and the professional world at large is focused on next week as opposed to next millenium. There is no peace because there is no trust in each other. There is a consistent build up of war and a constant need to concern oneself with observing love and finding love and children concern life very much.
There is a need in Nicholas Lawson to create a consciousness that will stand the test of time that is focused on patience. Remember there is a human desire to be wholistic and should a civilization lose its holistic peace it will degrade itself into a state of destruction and feel the need to destroy. Nicholas Lawson understands something. He was literally brought into this world from a moment that was crafted after Western Earth had decided to engage in eternal combat. The Great War always occurs in the past. There is nor ever has been a future dedicated to war. There is no future in War because War is a force that in the future is looked down upon with gargantuan eyeballs that remind war that War is being outmoded in the understanding that Peace is something that is little understood. When it comes to Peace … how does that play into the world at large. What is Peace. Since Peace has never existed and because Peace has never been given its chance in the Western Civilization … what role does this computer and its interconnected nature play in the role of future peace.
Nicholas Lawson is ready for war. In his readiness for war he finds a comfort in peace as though as Nicholas Lawson ages he experiences the same hatred of different peoples that the loss of his naïve brings with. Nicholas Lawson experiences ancient hatred coursing through his veins but then Nicholas Lawson thinks to himself that vengeance and retribution and revenge are the only three concepts that post cede violence. Violence on a sphere only brings with it the return of violence. War is supposedly never ending but in the hunt for what the future could conceivably be … War is not an option because War and the literary symbol of War is always a concept of the past. There is no war. There never has been war. There has only ever been alphas deciding the fates of betas that look towards alphas for guidance in this life.
Governments communicate with governments and in this time period where a single human can gain access to roughly the same communicae that ancient leaders have access to it is a spherical consciousness that gains the greatest insight into the human condition. We walk through life making decisions that ultimately affect our children and some of us make sense of War and Destruction as though these are sound economic principles that bring raw materials into the hands of the fewest number of people because that is the current trend in commerce.
What needs to happen so that the largest number of raw materials are under the control of the fewest number of people? What is the magical spell that a single human needs to cast on another human being to convince said human being that such a human being is greater? What is the spell of the quote unquote most powerful human being? What tradition does a human being experience leading up to their being crowned the greatest and most powerful? When it comes to power … what is power if not an ability to convince another human being to give up that part of themselves that is their life. People around the world give up their lives so that they may survive in conditions that make their lives miserable. How many people are unaware of what makes them happy? How often are the arts NOT taught in government schools because it is the Artist that accomplishes a great work of art that can stare a master merchant in the eyes and note the equivalence.
It is through the arts that men and women open up their consciousnesses to the highest potential that can be achieved. In a world where the arts are the prime focus of the human consciousness there is a greater ability for that ecosystem to observe reality with a beautiful heart. How many people find that which surrounds them to be magical? How many people that never take the time to write find the Bible, the Torah, the Quran magical? What is magical about a book that has 1200 pages to it. There are so few authors in time that entire organizations are dedicated to remembering what a group of people or a single person took the time to craft with their own hands. Society takes to writing so infrequently that often writers like L Ron Hubbard are seen for people that they are not. Why are not people worshipping the men and women that craft homes and architecture. Why is not the Architect of the Replacement of the World Trade Center worshipped less than L Ron Hubbard? Is not a sky scraper more impressive than a book? We are talking about billions of men and women worshipping the works of quite possibly just a few authors. How many men or women in total combined in effort wrote the story of the BIBLE? How many men and women in total wrote the book that is the Quran? How many men and women in total wrote the book that is the Torah? Now how many people have read these books in total? How much of a magical spell is being organizationally cast as if you look to Israel now … there is a high rate of violence in the ancient city of the Old Testament. If you look to the ancient city of Mecca there is a large Cube that is the global magnet for such adherents. Then you have the Vatican which is the headquarters of all thoughts bible related.
Of the three major world religions how do you personally feel about their respective head quarters? Which space has the least violence in the year 2014 and the highest quality of living. I personally do not know as I Nicholas Lawson have never been. Which region has the highest quality of living … the Old Testament Headquarters, the Qu;’ran Headquarters or the Bible’s Headquarters? Where is civilization being promoted the most authentically? From the stereotypes that I know of I find that Israel the home of the Old Testament is typically considered VIOLENT! The Mecca is typically considered a magnet for Humans that Worship Qu’ran Writing and then there is the Vatican which is typically considered a city of Rome. Rome the highest civilization of ancient times that continues to inspire the future in ways that provide for the common good over and over again.
When one observes the foundations for certain books it is quite interesting to note the net effects of worshipped literature on their headquarters. There is a peace in the Vatican that I am vaguely aware of that quite possibly all people could learn from. Peace is possible and peace is profitable and I ask the question when it comes to violence … what is there to gain?
I have deep problems with violence as a story because the Great War in my eyes does something horrific over and over again. The Great War is the War between humans that has been raging since the first weapon was built. There is a need in War to defeat your opponent and bring their civilization to the point where through violence they admit the aggressor’s civilization is the greater. I personally find this to be a weak and false way of existing in the world. Through Fear civilization cannot reign because through fear a civilization can be brought to it’s knees but I ask this. Why is there blood fighting blood on earth?
At what point was the human form set against itself? How did the human form find a deep seated need to combat itself? What does a planet of humans have to gain in its short sighted as though this planet was all there was mindset? From the onset of consciousness the human condition has had the sky in common. Throughout History humanity has had the sky in common in such a way that for all time the greatest moments in history have been the undocumented moments where the most eyeballs have been observing the sky. There is no more peaceful and inspirational way to exist than to observe the sky. The sky is limitless and the mysteries of the sky and the understanding of these mysteries is where the ultimate long term profits lie. If you want to recoup on your investment there is the sky and that which the sky has to offer. The sky. That which radiates in all directions from Earth. It has been said that the Sun is the center of the Solar System but I posit this.
Earth is the center of consciousness in the universe. Just because the Earth orbits something. Does not mean that you cannot call Earth the Center of something. Earth is for better or worse the human starting point for observing and exploring the stars. The further into the future Earth goes the more financially equal the human race becomes and the more divergences from each other stem from the arts. The value of a man is not in what a man collects but in what a man creates. There is a need in humanity to create something. There is a lack of consciousness in the typical human being from this author’s perspective. Do not fear that which is quite a lack of understanding. We are not all meant to be the same. Some of us upgrade their abilities in dramatic fashion slowly through time.
If you have spent the last twenty years of your life absorbing television and media and have spent little time crafting your own versions of media then writing like this may seem difficult to craft. I would like to point out that Nicholas Lawson has been writing for roughly 26 years since his kindergarten class and has had an attendance rate of well over 90% throughout his days on this planet . He is an author that is in search of the perfect combination of words that can inspire someone to the highest extent possible. When Ellie Goulding is singing about the stars of the Human Race Nicholas Lawson is writing as though he is one on behalf of his human counterparts in their disparate fields. When it comes to Writing this is what Nicholas Lawson does. His mind has been crafted by Nicholas Lawson to be long winded and eloqute in his scribbles. His writing are quite frankly something of a meaning to be decyphered. There is a deep seated need in Nicholas Lawson to be as thoughtful as he can be. Nicholas Lawson is not an authority figure but instead he is someone that is trying to sell you on writing by writing himself.
Writing. The written word. Nicholas Lawson would like to point out that if all men and all woman wrote more. There would be more understanding of the written word and less mystery in the world. When Nicholas Lawson was a child there was nothing more mesmerizing than a book to him. He loved the book. That which the book symbolized and in time the book became the opposite of a mystery to Nicholas Lawson which is why Nicholas Lawson lost his faith. Around the time period that Nicholas Lawson had successfully crafted writing in numbers equivalent to the Holy Roman Catholic Bible … when Nicholas Lawson had produced AS MUCH AUTHORHIP as the King James Bible … Nicholas lost his ability to be mystified by the Bible. It is possible for the Bible to be written. It is possible for a dishonest author to craft a message that will bring his readers into a cult.
Consider David Koresh. Consider the Cult. Consider that in time there are people that have the ability to craft cults of a myriad of different kinds. Now consider how dishonest this is. For a single human to take on the role of deity and not reveal how they have their ability. For an artist or a cult leader to lead his or her flock into a state of hypnosis that is all encompassing is not moral. There is no morality to be found in cults. In small groups of people putting on a show that mesmerizes people. An organization of people is much more profound than a cult. A cult is a group of people that are brought in through manipulation to believe in the omnipotent leader in such a way that that leader is taken out of society and spoken of in tones that are all wrong. An honest leader is someone that is consistently reminding you that yes such a person started off as an infant just like all others.
It is the leaders that cut themselves in the eyes of their followers that are the greatest. The leaders that fluctuate between heroic demeanor and humble servant. The leaders that continually leave it up to you to continue being influenced by themselves. The leaders that through statistics and happenstance found their ways into certain chairs and through tradition take on a certain position in life. Nicholas Lawson is a leader but Nicholas Lawson is not interested in flock creation. Nicholas Lawson just wants to be a thought that never existed before. Nicholas Lawson wants his legacy to be a single meme that is forever being worked on this concept that quite frankly you are free. I am free. We are free BUT organizations still require leadership. Being a leader is a job just like being a follower is. Organizations are built on trust and if a Leader usurps the trust or if the follower allows him or herself to forget that the leader was in fact an infant once. Problems arise.
Hysteria is common. Hysteria is what accumulates over time such as the Creation Museum in Kentucky. That is a sign of Hysteria. There is not a single author through time that deserves that treatment. The Creation Museum is the end result of a story that has gotten out of control. Yes the Great Books of Religions are impressive BUT not to the extent that they deserve CULTS! Associated with them. When are the leaders of these cults going to remind these people that these books were not written by the current leadership? There are no current leaders that write books. Current leaders are not famous for their thoughts as much as they are famous for their networking.
How often is networking taken on as a form of magic. How magical is it to travel the world upgrading your six degrees of separation? What is it about individuals that allow them to place their souls in the hands of the few? With this internet there is now an ability for the many to lead the many. Like Reddit Dot Com. This is a website that is crafting an ethos that was built by the many. The many can now lead the many with the computer being the leader. Anyone can chime in now and take on a dominant meme position and can craft understanding as the computer is becoming more and more pure daily.
As a product of the Human Race the Computer is a Pure Device and through its purity we upgrade ours. I know you may think that the computer is dirty right now with porn and hate and all of that but that is just where the computer came into our consciousness. Every generation can now make decisions based on how they feel about the current state of the computer and every generation can now build on the previous generation in more and more civilized forms. When the Computer is thought of as a Meme itself it slows people down and speeds up thinking en mass.
There have never been more people reading than there are right now. There are always going to be more and more people reading more and more up and into time from the onset of the internet on. Reading and Writing and Media Literacy are going up and these are the people that are going to be leading society into a direction that is only going to become more and more literate and more and more in favor of the producers of writing.
There is an upper limit to authorship. In a world where every human has written a book there would be a collective understanding of where the books come from. In a world where few people write books books are considered mysterious and full of power when I can tell you where books come from. They are not mystical creations asking for peace and commerce. A book is a collection of thoughts from a single or multiple authors that serves as a means of passing the time. An author can make writing or something else. Sometimes writing is chosen by certain people and over a long enough time period writing like the Bible gets taken for something that it was never meant to be.
Now you have the merchant. This person that looks at life and creates nothing but is always looking for products to sell. This is the person that ruins the tradition of authorship. The merchant. This is the person that collects valuable things and dances whatever dance is necessary to sell well anything. A merchant just wants to know which dance is the most currency accumulating dance to dance and that is the dance they do. That is the speech they give.
I see the merchant as a man or woman that earns their living under question. Merchants.
Then you have authors. Then you have Jeff Bezos. This is a man that is not a merchant. He actually created something. He did not pick up rocks from the ground and champion them as valuable in a form of ritualistic dance. Jeff Bezos has a vision. He is the man that is crafting a content management system for commerce. There is no reason that one day you log into Amazon Dot Com as an author and work for Jeff Bezos. I twenty years ago did not start the process of creating a marketplace for writing and products. Jeff Bezos is quite possibly the most fair merchant there has ever been. He is certainly the one that has the brightest vision for this computer.
Imagine a future of Bezos where Bezos is crafting marketplaces where the process of sale is brought to the most complex and simple process there is. Jeff Bezos apparantly sees a day involving this computer where the tradition of the merchant is upgraded. Jeff Bezos is a futuristic Merchant in that he does away with inefficiency in that he stores everything in one place. Lets you know what he has in one place and provides for you to acquire anything you want through his business. He is constantly growing this place that a man like me can craft writing for in the possibility of earning resources that can be traded for the trades that are made on behalf of writing like this.
I look to the future of our future and wonder what Nicholas Lawson is doing. Well while Jeff Bezos is crafting a marketplace for commerce Nicholas Lawson is taking on the role of the traditional author and is creating something for Jeff Bezos to Sell. Jeff Bezos earns his living organizing the creations of the inventors and the producers of life and Jeff Bezos produces a space in eternity where all that is created can be bought and sold. This is more work than a merchant typically does. A merchant is typically seen as lacking vision but let me be the first to my knowledge to state that when a merchant gets it historically correct … life changes.
Typically an author has a number of hoops to jump through to gain access to what Jeff Bezos provides but I am in the process of crafting a document of writing that allows me to gain a global reach and also to circumvent the entire literary process that typically exists. I can share my thoughts on this platform and quite frankly exist as an author that through time can be read.
I can also leave my writing behind as every day I know my writing will exist for more time than I will. How does a mortal like Nicholas Lawson feel when they think of the fact that they are crafting something that with the right treatment is timeless. There is a timelessness to writing where if the right forces collide what an author creates floats through time for more time than the author of this writing. The words of a writer exist outside of time where the author exists inside of time.
I am changing like the ether of existence as I write the words that challenge my place in existence and quite frankly I could be an author that reads himself in fifty years and wonders who he used to be as I write letters to myself in poetic fashion for no reason other than to pass the time profitably and am surrounded by the symbols of this time period and spend time exerting myself in such as way that I am leaving something behind that marks my existence like a flag in this land that I built from pulling down a branch from a tree and fastening a large leaf to it tied with some vine so that I know that to myself I was an infant once and then grew through time and experienced great adventures and then slowed down and spent his time crafting a moment to realize that the world was less cruel than fair. The violent meet violent ends and the peaceful meet violent ends. There is a fairness to all of this in that no matter who you are you were born the same as all the rest and then through statistics and circumstance there is a need to create differentiances and everyone succeeds at something as there are no failures but we all have our art and some of our art is violence and some of our art is peaceful but in the future there is only peaceful art because a violent future is not something that exists. This time period is not violent even though people are dying. No a violent place is in nature where even nature accepts peace as though peace is not a time period where nothing happens it is just a time period where art is being created more than violence.
For every artist there is a person that is appreciating their art. Art is the means through which humanity stares at its’ synapses and wonders to itself what it is capable of and earth is quite frankly capable of exploring the universe but there is a fight to determine whose foundation is going to be the base that sends off the ships that take our robots to the parts of the universe unheard of.
I know that it is ultimately the Google Robots that colonize the moon first and that from these legions of video game players that their ultimate purpose is to sit in front of an interface and craft motions of these robots from outside these robots. It is the Robot that is radio controlled by the Human that will colonize the moon. Create a space ship and fill it with robots from Google and send that space ship to the moon and let humans experience the moon through the eyes of the robots and build a headquarters on the moon with these robots and when it is safe for humans to travel to this headquarters do so and then from that space continue on and craft a moon that glows with activity from the naked eye on earth as though there is a city that has yet to be built on our sister planet that is our little sister and brother at the same time and imagine an interface that allows for someone to be a robots mind moving a robot through existence from a singular point and then what do these robots do. They can even work under water and these robots can go places humans cannot go with ease that humans do not experience and there is a real good that these robots can craft that come from the control of a human crafting their movements from a far away place.
A human can control a robot on the moon. It is possible to traverse the moon from a work station and then take a lunch break and go grab some McDonalds and then go back to colonizing the moon with not necessarily humans but just keep shipping robots to the moon and keep controlling them from earth and take us into the future of our future where we stare at something being built on the moon and then we buy tickets to the observatory and stare through a telescope of high enough power and stare into the moon and watch ourselves crafting our next base of city life in a space where humans cannot survive but or course robots can as though as an author I have a position that Isaac Asimov never had because I can see the robots he dreamed of coming into reality one breakthrough of engineering at a time and I am not going to be surprised when creative uses for these robots are discovered and people make the world what they want to make the world with an interest in producing the least chaotic present as the foundation for the least chaotic future as it is through chaos that humans find their lost visions being collected and sent through nothing for the sake of nothing in return for a human cannot work in a chaotic environment and when a human finds chaos the first thing that human does is try to make sense of the chaos to try and understand why chaos is the way chaos is as though there is always an underlying logic to all of this that involves the atom and the fact that for every action there is an equal and opposite reacion as though the Great War preceded the reaction to it that was the ensuing Great Peace and since it took 2000 years to lead up the pinnacle of the Great War with Practice Wars being fought for centuries the Great Peace will not reach its apex for roughly another 2000 years in an equal and opposite reaction to the apex of the wrong moment for humanity.
There was heroism in a Great War and there is gong to be introspection into the Great Peace that will not occur for 2000 years with dozens of Practice Peaces leading up to it as humans get used to the idea that it is okay to be happy and inspired and bored. Peace is boring but only when you are alone as the party never has to stop and I am writing this for my first Object in the Kindle Marketplace that I plan on distributing for people to ingest and consider as an American Author is crafting the words that a Great American Author needs to participate in this marketplace for the first time with no intrusion between himself and his professional emergence into this space that is his work.
Jeff Bezos. Thank you. Thank you for making my life more comfortable as an author. Thank you for simplifying a very complex element of my life. I no longer have to worry about what will or will not sell. In the wake of Amazon Dot Com I can be myself and craft my visions knowing that they will live forever on this platform and that I am comfortable to write at my leisure and to really take chances as an author knowing that it is ultimately myself that is the end result of my writing. I am purist author in this environment knowing that I am going to be doing this for a several dozen years with a couple typos scattered about the writing to let you know this writing is natural as though this environment allows me to focus more on writing and rawness than editing and refinement.
I am taking a chance in letting you read my rawest inspiration with no editor to tell me that I should make this change here or this change here. I am crafting my voice before you with an intent to fill up an account with dozens of pages of writing that only serves to let the world know that authors are preparing themselves to create their work spaces in their studios where they can comment on life in general as they have always done this time in the most pure environment they have ever seen as Jeff Bezos is not asking for much from me as an author but it is me as an author that is asking a lot of myself on behalf of Jeff Bezos noting the quality of music that is being generated and noting that quite frankly the world is changing less and less and a common new place to represent oneself is being crafted and as an author I am in complete control of my writing and this is where I am changing myself from who I used to be into who I am becoming.
I write less fiction and more commentary on the human condition for now because this is my area of interest. I speak of my name Nicholas Lawson to craft a moment in existence that is ultimately uniquely my own version of the events that have shaped my life.
You are something special for reading this as you have snuck into my world and are observing what I am observing as I am as surprised by these writings as you are. It is extremely interesting for me to create these moments of introspection and quite possibly you as a reader could make good on this sale on writing that I am making as I am letting you know your brain never understands itself more perfectly than after roughly 10 pages of writing that has been crafted from sitting down with some coffee and you may be looking for some genre writing but what happens when genres disappear and all kinds of a new style emerges as though you can group this writing in with other writing as though as an author it is up to me to craft something you have never seen before in the hopes that you will think something that you have never thought before like the future is observing us right now and as an author I need to think that upon uploading this work to this database I am affecting the future with the knowledge that what Jeff Bezos is creating will exist longer than I am and in this thing that Jeff Bezos created my writing can remain safe and for sale into perpetuity thereby leaving royalties for my children when the time comes and I have departed from this land.
Who is reading my writing in 100 years? Who is commenting on these words in 200 years? Do I exist briefly and only become aware of myself or does the future already know who I am because of something I do that I have not done yet like upload this file right here. If the future has this file am I writing to them more than I am writing to the past.
Of course. Of course I am writing the future more than I am writing the past. I am the apex of the past to the future and from this apexical point in the past I am letting the future know that I am helping to build that place where I have a name that is associated with this moment that I gained some clarity and realized that if I am going to earn my living I have to write like I am looking for something to write about which is everything and to Cincinnati, OH.
I got you. I got you Cincinnati, OH. I am going to be your author and over the next length of life that I have to spend I am going to represent that which raised me and gave me my thoughts to think as though I could have been anywhere but here I am in my original hometown crafting a vision of the future where we build robots and pack them into space craft and then send that space craft to where … asteroids … Titan … Venus … where can we not send robots that we control from earth? Every robot deserves a man or a woman that is the brains behind its operations and I have no problem with Google stating that one day it is going to cure death as though death was always meant to be cured and if Google is working with that level of inspiration then do not I need to represent the classic author and put these thoughts to good use.
The world with no death as though in that world writing is not being done by more people as thought I am just working for my own intent as though even I on welfare need to put in my forty hours a week doing something in the hopes of getting ahead in my own way as though one day I may meet you that has read this and you will let me know what you thought. I am the author that is crafting this and through this writing we are connected.
Jack Keroac never wrote 15 pages in one sitting as though I may be the most serious author you have ever met. Let me write for you. Let this be the introduction between yourself and myself. Let me spend time with you on my website. Leave comments and engage me the author and let me know what you want written. I am right here in Cincinnati, OH and I am willing to write for you. Someone needs to write so that we are not staring at an empty unused content management system. The great authors need to take to this platform as much as the new authors. I am no new author even though you may have never heard of me. No I have been writing for decades and in this decade I begin to share myself and my thoughts with you as though I am now mature enough to handle the thought that it is you and myself and through the advent of this medium I can update my writing so you can help me edit it. You can send me information that lets me know you want even higher quality writing from myself. I can interact with you as an author on this platform and update my writing when you ask for it. I am presenting raw material and if you see something you wish to see changed you can let me know and I will upon inspection craft your edit for you.
You can send me copies of your writing and I can share your writing with my audience base and quote unquote put you on. You can interact with myself and my readers and you can become a part of this world that I am a part of that is my imagination that has never really spoken in such a long time. I am the author that is here in this interesting time period pointing out that we are in control of our robots and Google is in control of our defeat of death and in that reality there is a constant and growing need for art and if you want to be in a music video start singing and if you want to be in front of an audience start practicing because my hands are performing and capturing this performance on this keyboard as I am writing in one shift that has me contemplating the world that awaits me at the fifteenth page of this word processor program that has me processing words for the baker that is processing bread so that he has something to read and I have something to eat and we work together as a society to manage each other’s lives and it is really the opposite of war that brings profit as we keep building on each other’s platforms and crafting a moment where music is all we hear and poetry is all we speak and I could be the author that is working to present his consciousness for your inspection as though I am here writing what needs to be written from my perspective so that you can understand how this one human felt that had been around the world and then touched down in this city named Cincinnati, OH where he sat in his unkempt apartment and tried to make a living out of this writing that was continually coming from these hands that were working to create something that people could share as though I was hoping you would discuss this with your friends and let people know that you found someone that you never knew you would find and that person was Nicholas Lawson this person that has a Disqus account at Nicholas Lawson Dot Com where you can in real time let me know what my hands are writing and if you have ever thought of any of this as though in this time period the page has become a stage and you are holding a stage in your hands and I am dancing on that stage with my hands awaiting the day that I can meet you … someone that has read my writing and is interested in letting me know what you think of it.
What would you change and how could you confront the forces of the universe with more confidence knowing that everything that is came from someone that needed such a thing to exist as though there was frequency of energy that was life and life needed a place to experience existence and from that need came this universe where life is taking the time to craft itself a comfortable place to contemplate receiving what it never thought could ever be such as a space and the moon the stars and the asteroids and of course the wrecking balls. The wrecking balls of the universe come in the form of people that change your life for the better because maybe they have been through hardship and they are doing the opposite of seeking retribution for their rotten lot in life and are instead calling the past what it is … a faint nightmare that needs not continue to occur … as my past is … I have been through a nightmare but through this writing I focus my future on the possibility that life need not always be a nightmare as though if I just write the words that my mind is searching for I can call my quest to an end. I can craft the words that my mind is searching for and in this end of this search maybe I have found something for you as well. My writing is my writing and I am asking for permission to write for you the audience and maybe one day I will purchase a projector and hook it up to a laptop computer and I will write a book in a public coffee shop and let people read along as I show in real time how a book is written as would not that be the highest level of all of this. To have a band playing music while an author takes the lead singer role and just projects his laptop screen on the wall and lets you see into his or her world as I am performing for you pushing myself to the limit and never being content with anything less than my stated goal of fifteen pages which is coming up quite quickly as I am getting this out as fast as I can during the Olympic Games so that the Olympics can know that one author took it upon himself to write something that never existed before in Olympic Fashion as though I want to be the greatest author of his generation and what does that author write.
Something like this.