Pen Devils

Aug. 19th, 2017 03:10 pm
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Wordsmiths and poets sit with pen devils
making lies up for the people, keeping it on the level
secrets in the lodge keep the truth within the bevel
no time for jelly spines, turning tail or turning yellow.

Insights

Feb. 21st, 2017 11:14 pm
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Fred had been waiting for the dawn. His phone was overloaded with messages and email since the image had leaked onto the web. People were getting furious over the ramifications. Many more people were beginning to get curious. Even motivated. One of his emails was particularly inspiring, stating the that the information had given her a new found hope. A new reason to live.
Fred thought of something he had read years ago. It was an article that discussed the importance of vocabulary. The writer described that people with a larger vocabulary set were generally happier in life because they had more words to define their perception of the universe. People with a limited vocabulary had less terms to define things, therefore their concepts of the universe were limited in scope. Which increased the likelihood of depression, lack of imagination and anxiety issues.
The concept were as deep as the ocean but Fred had known about the image for years; for him it was old news. He was far beyond in the "Theory of the Cube" by now. He needed to let the "Machinations of Men" work their course. Fred chuckled thinking, "Funny how a small breath could cause a hurricane." he lit another smoke and coughed upon inhaling. "Damn." he thought. "If it wasn't corporate espionage that would eventually kill him, it would be these fucking cigarettes that did."

Fred was waiting in front of the Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas. He was contemplating the concept of idols versus so called "false" idols. Was an image of Buddha a false idol? Technically no. Most the statues of Buddha look similar. They all seem to depict his likeness. This made sense considering plenty of art and written depictions of Buddha were drafted while Buddha was still walking around. But the Christians and Jesus? That seemed to be another matter entirely.

Most Christian churches that Fred had ever been in had paintings of Jesus on the wall. For the most part, Jesus looked similar in all the artwork Fred had seen. A caucasian, with long wavy locks and a beard. What were the odds that Jesus was white? What were the odds that Jesus was even his real name? Jesus meant "little Zeus", so why don't preachers address this fact? Why don't preachers ever talk about the present avatar of the Christ being based off a painting distributed to American soldiers during WW2? Those depictions are a false portrait. Yet most Christian churches around the world have this avatar pronominally displayed as their main focal point. Fred had seen hundreds drop to their knees before this false idol and pray to it. Wasn't that sacrilege? Didn't the Biblical Jesus say to pray to his Father in Heaven? Then why did people pray to a statue?

According to pagan and occult studies Fred had studied, praying to a statue charges that statue. Which meant that most peoples prayers in church were being misdirected to a material object?

Who knows? But it gave Fred and interesting thought. "If there was such a technology, I wonder if a metal crucifix could have advanced equipment attached to it and "catch" or "read" people's prayers?" Whoa. Crazy thought, he let it go into the ether. Philosophies were never concrete. It was all too subjective and abstract. People would argue for years over the particulars, even willing to go to war over words written thousands of years ago. Where people just gullible and stupid? Or was there really something to all of this dogma? Well, that was why he was at an Oriental Temple. He wanted an outside perspective. Since it was only 06:00, he had to wait for the monks to come out of their sleeping chambers.

Bored, Fred began to day dream. The sun had not risen just yet but was pushing the darkness back across the vault. His breath steaming the in cold morning air, Fred opened his phone. He was cold. But he was glad he still wasn't back in Montana. That place was really cold at this time of year. Being in a frigid California morning in February was nothing compared to a February morning in Montana. He thought back to his days there as a painter. It was remote and quite. There were no friends or family to pester him and he didn't go out much. It was a perfect place to get a lot of painting done. And he had too. In about eight months time Fred had painted nine quality pieces that would have made great prints or shirts. Only he didn't remember where they were now. That was before his accident. Now he had the military and the collective on his back and there wasn't time to dabble in paints anymore. Even if he hated the weather, he did miss Montana. He opened his phone to a surprise. The first notification on his phone had something to do with none other than Montana! He clicked the link:

Mr. Montana written and performed by G.W. a.k.a. Canibus
Published on Feb 21, 2017
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBS_nVUzJr4

Yo, Montana?

He didn’t, he didn’t pick up, uh
Let me try, let me try to get him on the line first and then once I have him, I’ll send you a message telling you to call me back

Mr. Montana, I missed your message
You wouldn’t understand what I’ve been dealin’ with brethren
The sand glass is empty and I ain’t got faith in nothin’
So I can’t pick up, I’m in a bunker

You never fronted, never sold me out
I apologize but that's not what this is about
This is about the direction the world's spinning in
Occupy Hip Hop with Lisa Fithian*
The powers that be are preparing for something
They definitely ain't preparing for nothing
I've been saying in my music for years
I tried to educate the audience - my peers
I tried to build with my brothers and sisters

Regardless of color or ethnic religion

Regardless of any financial position
It's tougher than talking to a brick wall
Looking for help to build an Ark before Babylon fall
The fate of humanity is tailor-made
We stuck between a rock and a razor blade
No substance - drunken - blinded by consumption
Marching towards our own destruction
Unawares, unprepared

Open they back - looking for spine, nothing's there, just fear

The horrible beauty, humanity deserves it
To be mass murdered - look at what they worship
Slaves and yet none of this pleases me
You know what I say, "The Dead got it easy"
We're Slaves and yet none of this pleases me
You know what I say, "The Dead got it easy"

Peace Nasir**, I missed your message
You wouldn’t understand what I’ve been dealin’ with brethren
The sand glass is empty and I ain’t got faith in nothin’
So I can’t pick up, I’m in a bunker

I can’t pick up, I’m in a bunker
The underground ain’t got nearly enough substance

Conspiracy Worldwide sterilized
Alternative media radio stations got fired
All these little rappers still got dreams
They talk big money but they got beans

The ones who got more they got more because they got yours
Either or they was on all fours
They're all just a bunch of whores

Security can't even afford lunch when they go on tour
The whole worlds a stage, all the way back to the Bronze Age
Man ain't a damn thing changed
So I don't care what they talkin' bout
They lie so much they ain't even worth calling out

They so far past being watered down they got cotton mouth
Bout to be starving from drought
Rap no longer educates the listener
Rap Music just Pacifies prisoners

A Bat is just a flying Rat, you a lying piece of crap
Underground rap, nothing but a trap
You saved the world and they don't even know your name, God.
Rap Music ain't got no graveyard
I wouldn't wanna' be buried there anyway
Fuck YouTube and pennies they pay
You see Montana? This what we up against
If this is all we got, then we ain't got nothing left
Hip Hop used to communicate ideas
That's right I got some smart ideas
I'm gettin' older and in all my years
I never thought music would manifest all my fears

Mr. Montana, I missed your message
You wouldn’t understand what I’ve been dealin’ with brethren
The sand glass is empty and I ain’t got faith in nothin’
So I can’t pick up, I’m in a bunker

I can’t pick up, I’m in a bunker
I told you, the underground ain’t worth nothin’
The underground ain’t got nearly enough substance


* Lisa Fithian is an American political activist and protest organizer. She began her work in the mid-1970s as a member of student government in her high school and at Skidmore College.

**Nazir is a Redguard member of the Dark Brotherhood of the Elder Scrolls universe. By Bethesda Studios. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pql29L1xpz4
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Follow your heart.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORnYNaTZGUU

Lana Del Ray

"Born To Die"

Why?
Who me?
Why?

Feet don’t fail me now
Take me to the finish line
Oh my heart it breaks every step that I take
But I’m hoping at the gates,
They’ll tell me that you’re mine

Walking through the city streets
Is it by mistake or design?
I feel so alone on the Friday nights
Can you make it feel like home, if I tell you you’re mine?
It's like I told you honey

Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough
I don’t know why
Keep making me laugh, let’s go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime

Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
Choose your last words
This is the last time
'Cause you and I, we were born to die

Lost but now I am found
I can see but once I was blind
I was so confused as a little child
Tried to take what I could get
Scared that I couldn't find
All the answers honey

Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough
I don’t know why
Keep making me laugh
Let's go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime

Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
Choose your last words,
This is the last time
'Cause you and I
We were born to die [3x]

Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane

So don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough
I don’t know why
Keep making me laugh
Let's go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime

Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane...
Choose your last words,
This is the last time
'Cause you and I
We were born to die
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By Fiona Apple:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRv4VQra2kc

I've been a bad, bad girl
I've been careless with a delicate man
And it's a sad, sad world
When a girl will break a boy just because she can

Don't you tell me to deny it
I've done wrong and I want to suffer for my sins
I've come to you 'cause I need guidance to be true
And I just don't know where I can begin

What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feeling like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love

Heaven help me for the way I am
Save me from these evil deeds before I get them done
I know tomorrow brings the consequence at hand
But I keep living this day like the next will never come

Oh help me but don't tell me to deny it
I've got to cleanse myself of all these lies 'till I'm good enough for him
I've got a lot to lose and I'm bettin' high so I'm begging you
Before it ends just tell me where to begin

What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feeling like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love

Let me know the way
Before there's hell to pay
Give me room to lay the law and let me go
I've got to make a play
To make my lover stay
So what would an angel say the devil wants to know

What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feeling like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love

What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feeling like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love
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New Albion

Feb. 17th, 2017 02:55 pm
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Starbucks was packed. Fred hated standing in lines. His whole body and mind phrenetic. He hated typical social interactions. It was all shallow talk.

Hello. How are you?

Good; and yourself?

Fine.

Boom. That was where more conversations ended than not. Unless a stranger was brave enough to talk about weather, their work, or how long a wait this fucking line was. He didn't have time for shallow, watered down conversations. It was the end of days and if he wasn't being approached by superheroes or supervillains, he didn't want to speak with you (at least at the moment). So that was why he nearly excoriated the person that had just tugged on his arm. That was until he turned around to see who it was.

Standing before Fred was a young Asian kid in dark rimmed spectacles. He was most likely an older teenager judging by his expensive and trendy clothes. He had white, plastic coated wires streaming up from his waist to the earbuds in his ears. His hair was spiked off to the right, like those anime characters in comics. He was holding an Apple computer to his chest with both hands. The kid had a finger on either side wedged between the keyboard and screen. Fred immediately knew he was keeping the computer from hibernating. Somehow, this was Fred's cue to soften his scowl and bite his sharp tongue. "Yes?" Fred spoke.

"Hello Mr. Mudi" the boys voice clearly American english. "I followed you here from the congregation after you spoke. I have many questions regarding the pamphlets you distributed. May I offer to buy your coffee?"

Fred dropped his head, rolled his eyes, sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose simultaneously. Looking back to the little-trendster he said "Not here and thanks kid but I got it. We should chat outside." A space opened in the line and Fred shuffled forward.

"Oh I insist Mr. Mudi. According to my file on you, you make far less money yearly than I make quarterly. So this one is on me. Besides, I already ordered my straight black with your hot mocha on my app." The boy raised his eyebrows and pointed behind Fred.

Fred turned to see the employee placing the last lid on one of the two coffees before her. "Fred and Aiguo, your coffee is ready!" she shouted amongst the thrall. Fred raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Aiguo" moved past the snaking line to collect the drinks. Turning with a wide smile, Aiguo walked passed Fred nodding towards the exit. With a slight "Hhmmmph" Fred trailed behind him.

It felt good to be outside. Not only was the crowd gone but the sun was actually shining for once! Fred lit a cigarette, totally disregarding the no smoking sign and the other patrons; present company included. Boy-trendy took to a table in the sun. He placed the coffees on the hexagonal table and extended his hand, "I'm..."

"Aiguo" Fred cut off as he firmly gripped the boys hand, shaking it. "I heard it inside" Fred sat with a plop and blew smoke out at the kid. "Let's cut through the shit shall we? Who are you really? And what do you want?"

Not even phased, Aiguo responded "Well you see Mr. Mudi..."

"Fred" he corrected.

Aiguo sat a little straighter, "Well you see Fred, I'm Aiguo Sīkōng and I represent a multinational conglomerate of syndicated libraries. Due to the nature of our pursuits and interests, I cannot give you my companies real name. But you can call us "The Sīmǎ Collective." Aiguo pulled a card from underneath his scarf, inside his gray cardigan vest. He extended the card to Fred.

Taking the card, Fred read it over. At first he didn't care so much for reading the text on the card. He was more interested in what the logo was. It was a coiling Chinese dragon printed in red. He glared at it for a moment, his eyes narrowing. He was looking through the image, into the negative space. It only took a few seconds then "POP" the logo "transformed" into the head of a horned demon. Fred leaned over fetching his wallet. He tried to speak as he filed the card into his billfold but Aiguo slipped in. "In your presentation today... or should I call it a sermon?" He waited for Fred to react which was null and void. "Anyhow, you gave an aphoristic overview of western religious ideology. You produced some images while speaking but they are not included in the pamphlets which you gave out. I'm here about those images and to get your take on the Asian philosophical belief systems."

Fred seemed amused as he spoke. "Those images are not to be released. The world isn't ready yet."

Aiguo responded. "What if I told you that we would be willing to purchase them?"

Fred frowned, "How old are you anyways? Sixteen?" he took a sip from his mocha.

At that Aiguo smiled. "Actually fifteen. I'll be sixteen next month."

Shaking his head, Fred spoke again. "Those images are not for sale."

"We will give you ten thousand dollars for the lot." Aiguo said.

"NOT FOR SALE!" Fred scowled.

Aiguo bartered down. "Ok. How about just one then? The one of Nor-Cal. I'll get you five grand for it."

"Are you kidding? That's worth a few million at least!" Fred blurted. "Why do you want it so bad anyhow?"

"You know why Mr. Mudi... I mean Fred. That image is explosive and will change the face of the earth. So to speak. May I see it?"

Fred knew the kid was right. He replied "Only if you put that phone and computer away".

If it were even possible, Aiguo sat up even straighter feigning surprise. "Why?"

Eyebrows collapsing into a black hole, Fred spoke. "You know why." In such a tone that the trendy-hipster complied without hesitation nor dissent. When the boy had placed the laptop and phone neatly on the ground, Fred reached into his leather jacket and produced a manilla envelope. He rifled through before pulling out a single piece of paper. He turned the paper around and slid it across the table top, fingers never leaving the edge. He let the boy look for approximately five seconds before snatching the paper back. He put it back into the envelope and then back into his jacket. Standing, he extended his hand. Aiguo looked confused but took his hand despite. Firmly shaking, Fred said, "I have your card and you obviously have mine. If your company is truly interested in these images, tell them that check better fatten up. Nice to meet you Mr. Sīkōng." Fred took a sip on his coffee and strode away. He never looked back.

Aiguo quickly grabbed his phone and pc. He pulled some black cable from his pocket. Opening the Mac, he typed some commands taking a victory sip of his coffee. He plugged the cable into the Mac. He then took his thick framed glasses off and plugged the cable into the glasses themselves. Aiguo sipped some more coffee, typed a few more commands and then unplugged his glasses. He put them away in his pocket. He sipped a bit more coffee. He then plugged his phone into the cable and began texting with a grin.



About ten minutes down the road and Fred got a text.

"Thank you for your time Mr. Mudi - Aiguo"
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Someplace in the lowlands of the west.

Fred steps out of a church. Behind him several people are asking him questions, hanging on his previously spoken words. The conglomeration of voices, drowning any coherency. Raising his hands, pleading for them to simmer, he spoke thusly:

"Yes. They are all ONE and THE SAME. Like that movie Looper with Bruce Willis. The Older Man played by Willis is named Joe. The young Joe played by Joseph Leonard Gordon-Levitt is the present paradigm of Joe. The "RAINMAKER" played by Pierce Gagnon (watchout for his shout!) is the future. The trick is... all three characters are ONE. Just check out the pamphlets I gave you and have a discussion with your Priest(s). It will sink in. We are in this together. I have to hurry now." With that, Fred quickly vanished from the crowd. He wanted to drive to Starbucks.











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