moscow coup atttemtp vid: do you fear sleep

adorable brown and white cinematoagory and all within its parallel horse and buggy meets pedesterian meets newsboys(ppor guys) meets the horsefreed carriage meets the tram meets the train
and all within are fully dead end
and we alive
and too deadened within

you see
always i wanted but to drink to death and smoke the weeds to obl ivi ion
it weren't no good nohows

the great ones, let us note, never stoop

never stooping
they might be haughty but they wasn't gonna be held back from the healings

the great ones, let us note, never stoop

think of your great ones of music and literature and art and poesy and such

would they stooop



nay nay nay



let us not either stoop

chess without L

i used to play chess but it turns out i'm far too competitive in such thngs and the joie de vivre gets lost in my 'angling for an angle' and all that stuff...
what if non-competitve chess whre folks share with each otter their intent(whoa,dude if you do THAT move, I'm gonna like castle you asap. better put your bishop over here...
about thirty years ago i saw this band DETECTIVE and like the lead singer I THINK he was chairbound and right towards the end of their set someone yelled something rude and he like walked off after that.
anyhow they had a song called "COMPETITION MADE A BIG FOOL OUTTA ME"
it may well have been about someone who loved someone else and lost and actored folly foolish
but to me it (in addition to not being a 'political 'song)
it's about
COMPETITION as a youngster i was a studier but it turned out all fearful mesmerization and scant non-rote thinkering agilities and so rather than wind up emboldened maverick blazer of trails
i wound(woond) up as an alkie and weedo
and so it flowerflows....

he called it sky collogy, the preceders called it poesia

what is needed,
it appears
is the wisdom of freud to see the inevctions of daily strife and the dogs compering one another for the bits of brushbottled dogwood meat
tossed into their pen
as ourselves in some ways
but also to see the zen meisteress
as the outer way leading

no to anxiety, yes to here now moiety

When I get to being anxious or worrying and all that
it seems to recede and all I can view(like that song Everybody's Talking At Me by Nillson) is how life seems so long and pointless.
Ah, but when I am attuned to my babysoul
then
then "I see"
sort of like cosmic peek-a-boo, no?

don't stoppering you are getting unto it

your wisdom is pure
your search is relentless unending
your heart core is unflappabe
your soul source is rooted in tree smarts

not so fast

when truly mellow i even typer sloweder
which ain't not really such a bad ideal
neither cranked up on wearying
nor drunkarded-in on re-sentiment's harshening sedimentary layerings and layovers and carryovers
no need for the citadel

not that i'm out htere or anything

in the groups i go to
with all our plethora of myriad fears falsehoodwinking us about the delusions of boozins and the freedom of weed-'em
we remain abstient, sometimes by having our braindset reamed out by our guides, thank 'em
it's not that i am really any different than others
it is just that i've always FELT distince and so just commonplace stuff like
I don't like myself today
or
I wish my cow-orkers weren't so mindlessly mechanically unloving unbekindling
seems like really 'sposing my innards, y'see

how fake can you be? well, how real dare I?

WEll, I could be just authentic enough to irk folks
or just fake enough to get them to accept me
just courageous enough to get voted out of the club
just cowardly enough to have them say Her? She's alright, I guess, not much to her,though, actually