To the now reworded tune “angry again” by megadeth… wow i stepped into the nineties people!  this tuned up thing on tea.

http://www.lyricsfreak.com/m/megadeth/angry+again_20091388.html  was the lyrics model and the next link is to the tune to again see how good or bad i mince words

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X5G_3W_Qsn8

Caffeinated AGAIN o|_|

some coffee nutter detests it
clouds in my cup reflect
perspective grows with each sip
my morning tea caffeine grip

yes make the ancient choice
pick leaves serenity not cafe noise
find yourself in meditation
not fomenting revolution

portages across perspective or I’ll choke
rearranged divination cup bottom for gal or bloke
resources to sooth the soul
caffeinated again oh so high this when

some even call for lemon’s twist
I bitch about the lime extortionists
squeeze the hand let seeds remain
spike with orange juice if you’re deranged

portages across perspective or I’ll choke
rearranged divination cup bottom for gal or bloke
resources to sooth the soul
caffeinated again oh so high this when

boil the water, yes continue
place leaves in with care
don’t brag or make much issue
don’t you dare
expand your mind constrict the veins
meditate issues away

before foam coagulates
bring smiles to your face

mingled flavors I choose
a game I rarely lose
stubborn thoughts of old and new me
fractured by what fate lets me see
be you in faked cardboard place
seeking which jones next to chase
ungrateful youths who just don”t care
so, lift your bevie into the air

portages across perspective or I’ll choke
rearranged divination cup bottom for gal or bloke
resources to sooth the soul
caffeinated again oh so high this when

portages across perspective or I’ll choke
rearranged divination cup bottom for gal or bloke
resources to sooth the soul
caffeinated again oh so high this when

since tuesday I have enjoyed near or total lame footedness.  why? because i could once leverage 200 pounds far easier.  I didn’t say dead lift, I mean leverage. I appear stronger as I can do a few things with whats I got.  but I age.  I have health issues too and one of those issues is after a lifetime of weaker ankles and now diabetes with it’s flattening of the feet slowly… I get sore feet if I don’t stretch.  and i mean I lift 20 more pounds than usual, I stretch maybe 6 times that day and 12 over the next 3 as what muscle I gain dissipates.  otherwise I stretch my foot it cries so I cry and that’s not just that, it’s cry then cry some more stepping on a tennis ball fuly boozed past typical pain so slowly it stretches out.  this is what challenges mean and they’re not fun. especially when the dog thinks tennis ball means play.  so, if ever I sound slightly less thrilled remember, it’s about being dark for a smile.  I have the acme/too many russian lit books read cynacle bit of sarcastic humor..my mother blames john adams of garfield fame.  but so it has to flow from the soul

 

but what happens when i CAN’T DO THESE?  hahahaha  the beginnings are the foot on a tennis ball

which I remind you if you cant guess fucking hurts like jesus electric pain even iced and boozed up do it anyways or? YOU WONT GET BETTER.

then MORE pain

the true stretch to actually reshape the arch not tennis ball some stretched relief but actually reshape the arch.  yes, glorious pain. agony! and yet? it’s your fault you drank pop and ate junk food.  you can correct diabetes! all the shark snakeoilers will charge you 8k-25k to do so.  how most people feel shut up about your problems and help them with theirs.   yes I’m being acidic on purpose.

don’t wait for awws just yell at yourself to feel worse because it’s YOUR FAULT or at least your problem and responsibility. cry in the dojo of your space and laugh on the battlefield of public life.   

 

yes, I am half acidic because this hurts and I get kicked twice half the time because most of my support network cares with a kick in the face of it’s your fault. the other half of the time I shush it as it’s not worth the fight.

 

heh it balances out.

cackles.

darkly.

c’iest la vie!

are you supported?

acme cartoons – wile e coyote off the cliff again.   (unsupported)

the last post’s special k, got someone to tell ME a joke as I sat alone in my electrical chair and I smiled…I do up a sissy blog about poisoned cookies and I get arsenic and old lace… amusing yes I smiled I read to o many russian books to not smile at a lil anthracitic (fancy word alert, means good DARK coal) humors. 

so todays blog is a bit about bleach.  you know lightening up?

chlorine has been deposed! as the principal process by which wood pulp is lightened.  Oxygen is now the process as it’s a significan tweak lower in acidity and  thus more powerful.  thus depite you thinking papermills are festering pools of evironmentally destructive poisons… they still are but you can by tp for a buck and over pay.  do your own study see how many buy the earth friendly ptoducts. I buy scott toilet paper because my mommy did and it’s septic safe and while I’m on city sewer, I have never had a tp clog, I’ve had a make up compact glog a tp pipe..not my fault but my house ergo my fault…people only substitute the word responsibility in there so it doesn’t sting so much.  and once someonce was “hustled out of my house for knocking the makeupcompacts off it’s place and shattering my toilet.  you broke the shitter, get out.   and thus my white paper lovins remind me of oxygen now part of the chemistry of oxygenation likely to result in dioxin which is bad mojo indeed but who wipes with dirty paper?  the upshot is chorline scrub is down in price to keep the bowl clean and thus wipe your butt with a tree hugger and discount prices…  do you save the earth or think bargains are more important?

 

thinking I had a non bargain trip to the store in june and may I point out I bought two months of food. no one chipped to make it great- the only gem I saw in two months outside of beer was orange coolaide and goji tea.  it’s rather tastey – but I smacked my thumb in the cabinent a good one and the nail finally came off.  therefore my hand has lightened up .  obvious, I’m not nor planned to make bakini cookieswith the jim jones spice.  but heh, lol  I wonder if ricin shows up on a tox screen? knowing my luck I’d kill myself off oh oops so I guess I will have to be nice.  I find it odd now that the feeling now is solidifying that physocologically I remember all the evil being in company no may mean which makes it even more of a shame as all that was needed was communication.  I guess such is how it goes  we’re all fast to accuse the others of spreadin the jim jones gospell.  it poisons us.

 

lightening up ?  yah it is. because while you have a choice to eat the black watermelon seed  and thus suck down the cyanide what about the white seeds ground up for a delightful soup thickener… it’s egussi soup.  you should look it up.it derives from 2007 ‘s reading of things fall apart by chinua achebe.  I had to write a paper saying the damnation of bride price is ethically stupid because the price is no more than2 -3 months earnings via this place of horrific third world concepts and culture and yet the custom here is a ring of similar value.  hmn.  yes I looked up  cowries obtaining a close enough range of 1865 not the accepted 1895 of the story but the difference was less than 5% in 30 years so it’s close enough to accurate to get a boint acrossed.  yes, some people like to think they’re so much better. this last line means me and for that pride I had a fall or two…I’m thus lightening up on gravity thanks.  

 

now to some grape, orange drink and maybe a porching

 

hamantaschen treats

bikini looking bits, no?

I must apricot

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these are Jewish cookies in honor of Purim defeat of one’s enemies of culture/race. courtesy literally of the court of esther defeating the evilPLOT against the Jews.

 

I am feeling lousy and low so,

to Celebrate, Celebrate, dance to the music *three dog night

peach is the naughty allusion to ladynaughty bits

one should never eat the pits as they contain glycosidal cyanide within the cugar

georgia means jailbait don’t you know?

so young fruit

young

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How fast can potassium cyanide kill you

Cyanide is not exceptional with regards to the amount needed to kill you, 200mg (0.2grams) is the accepted oral lethal dose

 

KCN may refer to: Keumgang Cable Network, a South Korean broadcasting network

for the television

KCN for the cyanide – don’t be stupid, it’s illegal, DORK and low or not don’t bake up any recipe of regret…you might regret it but black humor is FUNNY so laugh as I sooth my soul  and lets now get on a roll

 

kcn coats dough

flo’r fat sat sweet, rise, juice ZEsssst

drop chasing sex so.

 

and since you are NOT addin the bitter… it’s illegal and you don’t get the second chance…. 2 out of 3 ain’t bad?

 

music, and sexy cookies?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3E2w6EGHn6o

 

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again, the following isn’t a recipe for more than a bitter moment…MOMENT…not an acual recipe I am here now and barring lightning strikes for blasphemy will be here tomorrow..

 

e.t. phone home  the back massager, you’re own magic fingers or a shot vibrating your brain into early memory loss.

 

rather pissed this model doesn’t come with the ultra in therapy snake oil, light therapy.  you know the eye’s lighting up/  I mean aw.

 

other ways to continue the glee of the jokes of this gift of I’m all for the humor is.. how intriguing it’s very obvious phalic shape this machine that shakes. the electricity is in the tip… come on I’m out of jokes help a guy out?

 

what mirth can you make with your gifts?

 

 

 

Prompt courtesy of @LilMishas_Ghost

I see a door.  the proper term is an entrance yet this seems erronious because I’d never enter here only exit.  there is something subserviant here. a lesser entry.

I see green not as in a wealthy adornment of pricey stone but a color symbolising to me institution green – like that of a horror mental hospital or scary horror movie of whatever helpful or was it really harmful institution.

I see the shape with it’s intended line perfectly executed  so this would be perfect in the timeless execution of the golden mean  (1.68:1) the divine ratio.  everything pretty as a picture,  yet something is wrong…this feels WRONG.

I see the beauty of the lines and patterns pull my eye IN as if this says only look here,   there is a stepping of perfect lines that now seem chiseled versus hormoniously eminating. like you can be one inch out of place and mare the seen.

research tells me this – this is the city palace in jaipur, northern india or is it the city gate, forgot- sue me.  this palace and gate are constructed in the modern period of india- meaning during british involvement in india.  from what I glean this place was made over a hundred years after the construction by a british architect.  it is thus a fusion of style.  the area is of course the classic take on what it means to the rest of the world to be indian.  this can mean red hot foods of a spiced meat- when lets face it, everyone meeting any indian realize swiftly they are NOT that big on carnivorous food.  but red hot chicken tikka, shammi kebabs, curry this, curry that,, everything authentic to another cultures tastes within a style food.  translate this to the picture in front of me and it’s like taking the heart of the best there is to offer and making it a mockery – a rhinestone tackiness of affectation to style vs. that of true authentic purpose.  in short the scene of this picture conjurs to me a poisoned view…one of an arrogant showiness versus flowing beauty.  to me this screams fake and brittle.

now further research indicates this modern time in india shows that after a stagnation of growth which only is mollified by the later institution of religion.  a different one- islam.  islam took out the fight because it artificially allowed through religion itself or by well played administration for the area to grow again as attitudes were softened…subverted.    or in otherwords, the traditions no longer had their meaning or foundations  so the best thoughts were slowly perverted to a different use.  a superficial use.

that thus is what I feel in this picture superficial affectation making an overall mockery of authentic beauty.  a peacock strutting his stuff to get what he’s after.  a lesser glory, one without mysticism and meaning.  beauty not for innocent truth and existant but weilded to make  a tacky show.

rhinestone adornment both initially pretty yet something disingenuous.

of course I don’t see olive/jade type greens like an easterner would to be a sign of wealth and prosperity, I see tham as sickening and withering with a history of nepherious show.  in fact one element of the two that are considered jade is nephrite the base word of death.

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I see before me a portion of a building well defined and adorned. I swiftly feel it fall apart or to be of a false beauty an affected incorrectly beauty. the deeper I look makes me disgusted at the mockery this picture represents.

look first at every executed element of style.  the green stone, the crisp lines, the way everything draws the eye in versus radiating out, how this is not a main entrance nor an entrance at all but more of a pretty look at me exit, flaunted style  yet not one of authentic value but affected value like that of a farce that this isn’t a palace but a make beleive amusement park gallery.  how every aspect of adornment seems superficial yet the quick look sayse these are brutally massic wall of imposing size.  this reminds me of a bad tattoo.

bad art.

poisoned perverted meanings.

splendor is to impress but if one tries to hard to impress it feels disingenuous.  like that of someone second rate.

history shows this place was built as brittish infuence was beginning and at the height of the building make over was redone with  the new influences poisonously incongruent tastes .  

history shows raj’s to be second class to british citizens of note yet they’re rulers.  this palace thus seems to be tacky like it’s supposed to be quaint like it supposed to be second rate by civilized? standards as it is backwoods.  it is brittle and thus go ahead you either fit this life or you’re clashing. thiere thus as I say is a farsical feel to the place.

I weep to see this place.  I smell a poison of show.

a FABRICATION of what could have been glory.

I’ve spent 1000′s of hours listening recreating or inventing and or consuming food.  I know one maxim  pardon me if it’s biblical and is about being whole sould…to breath your passion and execute it within all your actions.  what am I supposed to say? ho hum, lets go get dinner at some schlocky local hole or a drink and the local dive both about to be condemned for one sort or another of their sins?  well yeah.

 

or am I supposed to give a flying shit about politics – I don’t waste much of my time on having an opinion that’s ill respected.

am I to debate classical philosophy when not only do I not spend time on it- such is slightly beyond my general caapabilities in general for I do not folow a sequential thought pattern somewhat of a hallmark of those who argue philosoophy.

 

am I to discuss wanton sex when the last time I managed to get any washalf a decade ago?  oh yeah I had cornflakes.  – heh

 

am I to wax poetic? – well heres where that gets tricky, I actually know a few words and am not so shabby putting some of them into a form of order….we’ll get back to that one

what am I supposed to say regaurding the care of young children and burgeoning adults?  I never married and didn’t have any brats.

what should I say about traffic? well asside from try to avoid playing in it loser squished frogger style, I don’t drive- everything I’ve ever seen/heard shows that neither a irrational cuss nor a impatient ass sheould you be as this only slows down your progress. I don’t have to drive to observe.

 

what about how to keep employed – again, if I ever rose one centila step above dead lad maybe I’d talk- but I never once go a job walking in and applying.  never once.  I never grew within a position to more duties that elevated my station.  so in essence my only proven idea for ya is charm someone…it’ll help…but only so much.

 

voting,  what should I say about exercising my point of view?  if I ever voted and won more regularly maybe I’d confidently tell you to give it your voice- but I’m not in the habit of telling you to waste your time for another’s benefit.  if you must wast your time go cook something.

what can I say about music?  not much so few like what I do that that makes for a weird tour of the crowd   however I have sat for rap, hiphop,symphonies,foreign new year, oldies, classic rock marijuanna cloud concerts and a grand array of things.  wear out your ears with some noise. you might catch a feeling or “vibration”

what can I say about art?

not much that ever got me a good grade.

 

I mean there are times when I’ve so little to say as often it isn’t like I’ve never experienced anything, but there comes a point when one must admit they’ve achieved positive success.  all the reast of the talk is not worth the deafness risked to hear it.

 

so, what can I say?  a lot you dodobrain. have a nice night.

light/dark

monochromatic (grey) / colorful

either or

antonymic wastelandic paradise!

comparison/contrast

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utopia/n dystopia/n

treasure island versus brave new world

robert louis stevenson – aldous huxley

stvenson tracing to gentry – huxleya prominant of hisfamily – both had sicknesses travel wrote,and otherwise lived knowing many  people of note – stevenson passed early huxley ripened.

treasure island unspoiled paradiseof tobago island (tobacco? wow thats foul- pass me a light?) 

brave new world – future london

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utopia of your whim? paradise island

dystopia? someones control or their whim shaping your life before youre born even citylife.

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hmn

I have a notion floating

 

so you want a clue about what the hell I’m talking about?

of course you do. 

 

alright, this is a reqrite of what I lost previous to this blog.  I was aiming for a line or two fuse to set alight in the lines of some poem that maybe said somthing….maybe, I’m not often convicted of making sense.  but lets recreate.

tobago island , part of the islands’ nation of trinidad and tobago, is the setting for robert louis stevenson’s treasure island.  this is reasonably proven and thus hawked as extra reason to obtain tourism for the island…. thus it can be erronious, or at least tennuously shown but most places wont let a bite at the name dropping go.  it’s like del monicoes inventing the hamburger when the guy down the street did it …or something like this…this is in no way a food war.

tobago is an island where the pace of life slips back into the mists of time and or antiquity and a brave new world is set in the future of a city…london….and yes I had  line I liked but lost it …boo.  it happens.

 

now next.  long time readers may remember I did a post on the color wheel as orange and blue are opposite each other on the wheel…thus they clash.  of course I live in colorado…my home football teams colors are? orange and blue.  however the oranges and blues have changed.  but anyways… walk outside some night to the light of a sodium vapor sun…a street light.  they’re high pressure sodium vapor….and produce a lot of light so much so that a million watt bulb of the stuff…yes they made one somewhere … it’s one bulb and will easily make a football field light enough as if it were day.but the point is the contrast between the sun and the sky… the ink of blue  the incorrect spectrum not quite monochromatic but makes you wonder what it is you actually miss beause there is colors yet it looks black and white…the scene.

now understand I’m legally blind, it’s from my porch in this light I see my best depth perceptions  up close.  otherwise the world I see is largely flatly 2 dimensional.  yet it’s a world of seeming shadows under a harsh electric sun.

 

what’s this got to do with tobacco island?  what does future london urban have to do with rural timelost tobacco island.  … hmn, it may have nothing whatever to do with tobacco island my sodium vapor sun.  and yes, I like that decriptive   no one yet understand it simply to mean a fucking streetlight and thus you all are dead to language and to you  lol.  llike mr josh is so advanced in this life to know language above yours.  please..go read tolkein or something he mused books long enough to break your toes if hardbound and dropped upon them by accident.  I write short poems…if I write one longer than 3 lines everyone runs away confused.  so I do up concrete poems occasionally so if the poem sucks, at least you got a picture of it in the words themselves…I don’t have a fancy editor to make this for me I have to noodle that crap up by hand/ trial and many many errors.  but tobacoo island london of the scary future, street lights and depth perception…

I’m observing.  nothing more.  showing you that there may be a link eventually in my words to this magic thing called meaning to you.

maybe.

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I clickd on installing real mean to ya  realmedia player, to listen to an old song I didn’t even like, it ran a background advertisement thing I thought was odd, then a miracle oops of I clicked a

 

the blue and yellow shield now is all I saw blinking

this is what java looks like…java update available….blah blah and this time it WASN”T it was

live security platinum – sound like at least an annoying microsoft product windows live?

nicely offering you mafia like protection for 59.99 for one year to have your computer back or a bit of a discount for longer!  you’ll quickly not be about to start taskmanager, sound control and google search – sure you’ll load a page after a few clicks of the continue unprotected. but it stalled on google looking up?  you guessed it live security platinum

 

 

wel:

I have google talk plugin running in firefox 3.5 this means i can dial out again.  never have figured out how to get calls in.  either system

I can play all myshitty facebook games I like.

youtube vids play WITH sound again

I can visit my pages fast enough.

 

it took four hours down from 8 last time to totally reinstall a new operating system and write this as it’s tested to work.  it took 16 the time before that and a pile of cash, and the time before that it worked great but took me six months to figure out how to get flash to work.  interestingly, even though I’ve nobody to play pogo.com games with I noticed last machine that the java script works…unlike last 8.x version of my first install.  I know I have to upgrade to copy music upfront but that’s not something I care about for now.

 

there.  I’m back after doing a dumb dumb. 

it’s a paul simon moment that I avoid.  I launch what was deliberately java update LIKE and it took less than 13 hours to make my computer unusable.  this program comes with real media player, wiki security says it’s spyware but the authors contend it’s not- however if you cant get your ssl personal search info… oh yeah like taking away secure socket layer doesn’t in any way mean they want your information mmm hmn yeah, and you can’t go to google to type up anything as it prefers for you yahoo searches and barely that, can’t open your task manager or launch anything new because somethings infecting your computer…yep you guessed it- this program seeks only a garunteed sixty or more clams to protect you and your credit card information in their hands.  I couldn’t even launch the volume control. this meant no youtube vids played yet I heard some advertisement every 3-8 minutes.  surprise.  I mean, what a hassle.  dead are the days real networks real media player can run without ruining your machine. 

interestingly I loaded my 11.04 ubuntu which required me to play HELL to get the wireless adapter to work on the last desktop- this computer’s worked fine yet surprise surprise yet again something different failed- like the most important thing the actual installation launcher lol. so here I await the next version – this includes the working banshee media player which I upgraded in december on the desktop because it failed to run the track meta data and or copy discs/tracks so I had to upgrade to what is on this new flavor of twelveoh four.  interestingly enough also its newly impossible to get to the bios screen on this computer I still don’t know which exact button of the f’x's to hit. but, this computer can run off a thumb drive and a cd which you’ll note is how I’m here in the first place!

 

I thought about some smaller distrurbutions of linux but quick frankly what choice to do I have when the system I have is gummed up so badly I can’t go to any pages or download anything because of “security”  I had to make what I have work. so it’s ubuntu again .

 

I did have this partition off windows which means I’ll have my files, but that’s just a waste of half a drive.

I’m curious if my other old disney collection drive works, I’ll look into that soon enough but if so I’ll have the bulk of my favorite media again.- 

 

it’s pretty odd how much of computers and electronics seems entirely wasted.  I know this computer under linux will never use half the supposed resources it has.