New Drawing From Other Son

other son being the one whose drawing I didn't showcase ealier in the history of this blog... did it sound condescending?

Overboard with The Stereo Mcs

I apologize.

And For Ease of Reproduction And Dissemination The Lyrics From The Previous Post Which Brings Us To The Summit Of Our New Depthless Philosophy o Love!

Ah ah
Something ain't right
I'm gonna get myself
I'm gonna get myself
I'm gonna get myself connected
I ain't gonna go blind
For the light which is reflected
I see thru you
I see thru you
I see thru you
I see thru you
Ya dirty tricks
Ya make me sick
I see thru you
I see thru you
I'm gonna do it again
I'm gonna do it again
Ah ah
I'm gonna do it again
Gotta do right
'Cause something ain't right
Gotta do right
Come on
If you make sure you're connected
The writing's on the wall
But if your mind's neglected
Stumble you might fall
Stumble you might fall
Stumble you might fall
Ah ah
Ain't gonna go blind
I see thru you
I see thru you
I'm gonna get myself
I'm gonna get myself
I'm gonna get myself connected
I ain't gonna go blind
For the light that is reflected
Hear me out
Can ya hear me out
Can ya hear me out
Do it again
Do it again
Do it again
Do it again
I wanna do it again
I wanna do it again
I wanna do it again
Ya terrified
Ain't gonna go blind
Ain't gonna go blind
Here we go
If you make sure you're connected
The writing's
on the wall
But if your mind's neglected
Stumble you might fall
Stumble you might fall
Hear me out
Stumble you might fall
Interstate 5
Stayin' alive
Won't someone try
Open up your eyes
You must be blind
If you can't see
The gaping hole
Called reality
Wanna do it again
I gonna gonna do it again
I wanna do it again
Come on
I'm gonna do it again
Hear me out
Terrified
Something ain't right
Here we go
If you make sure you're connected
The writing's on the wall
But if your mind's neglected
Stumble you might fall
Stumble you might fall
Stumble you might fall

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I'm not gonna joke about this. I like this. It's not a joke. Does the fact that I am saying it's not a joke make it more of one? I'm talking visionary. The song at least, the video kind of sucks. But think about the embedded meaning. The same old thing right? Mitakuye Oyasin? Katamari Damacy? Evan's love?

This is what we say when we play.

Talking Seriously

There's a joke and then there's the joke that acknowledges the fact that it's joking and then there's a million other jokes that have nothing to do with the joke I'm telling. Yet everything remains in play.

In my status bar I plagiarize poems that I am given by the security check when I add friends. This is to reassure me I don't run software that will automatically make me friends with everyone. I am asking my friends to understand the status poem as a gesture I make to maintain some order out of randomly generated words. The word generation is more profound from my perspective because I know which poem came with each friend I requested.

The biggest love I can give to you is to offer a ceaseless stream of puzzles to help you understand the impact of every connection we make. It doesn't bother me that not many people reciprocate (although I await your spark!).

This is what we say when we pray.

Just Kidding About The F!@% Montessori

We all know the history and half of us grew up and flourished in her programs... I was only joking when I spoke those last fated words... didn't mean to push my readership over the edge... Maria lungo vivo!

DeathMetalDayCareAndILikeThePlace

Thoughts find wings now... social marketing, many profiles pictured, the strange old man was a childhood friend, we're lost now for sure and I love it.

To clarify nothing, my goal is to absolve forever the burden of the thing being anything but the end all be all product of translucent power!

Make way for automatic wanderings. I am writing full of character. I will allow the heart to continue to beat bloody beats. Score my life to the slight tapping of keyboards... connect with you through synchronized linking... continue this story a couple clicks longer... design a protagonist who resembles my poor word choice, infect my friends with useless plugs. Dead blog power!

It feels pretty cheesy playing rock band by yourself.

I walk and dream of NINE the number and how it doesn't mean a damn thing unless I continue to promote it... the year, the internet, the human preference to make sense of whatever thoughts ripple through our heads. Why we see right side up and all that jazz...

Jack Kerouac keeps a blog in some dead zen form of heaven.

I visited a man to talk about building and couldn't decide exactly what it is I wanted... a gallery, a cave, an effigy, a room on wheels... all the while toddlers are strapping PVC piping to paper airplanes and playing king of the mountain on a pile of mattress while Judas Priest blasts on the radio.

God bless the children of the new revolution. Fuck Montessori!

O N I N E

Dear diary,

This is gonna be the best year of my life.

Sincerely,
John

Electronact Appearencia Habitualization or the EAH (a term I created for the promise of BLAHGAHZ)

After securing my JLG collection I am in a bit of a letdown state... sometimes I think this house is swallowing me... when it gets too heavy I venture outside, but one peek down the street is not so reassuring. How long will I be here? In this town? In this house? In this state of apathy? And why am I talking to you, Mr. Blog, like you will solve anything?

Allow me to get to the point then.

I am in the process of writing the Great American Novel only its a quicktime file disseminated through hazy tags on youtube, spread like a viral cold sore to your computer screen. I'm the main character and I blog about how narratives are a thing of the past and hope you will add to my fb friend tally although I don't expect most my "real" friends to take that plunge...

The story revolves around a man wearing sunglasses and all that implies... if that implies anything anymore. In hopes of not entirely destroying language, I ask you to dig pattern recognition, because I don't have the concentration to hone in on the plotlines of the past.

So what's the difference between my story and my life? In my life I'm talking to you and in my story I'm talking through you.

Thanks for reading me.
Clearly.

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