"An artist is causing a change in you-thru-there intentional use of color and line and words"
AUG 25th. SAT. 2012
Spillage
"Like a pool table, I too have felt"
Improper usage of word.
Can be costly. At least in the grown up world it is; whatever that is, "the grown up world". You want attention or anyones attention? Say the wrong thing at the right time or the other way around or anyway you like.
It's always on the surface and a little alcohol; like fuel, can trigger an explosion-expand the mind. Hopefully you're not using it to escape, Hopefully you're not trying to escape your fools.
"Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut" ~Ernest Hemingway
AUG 20th. MON. 2012
Really...?
And a few other random moments from a few random days ago.
Nine things that can happen and what you can do if you had a high I.Q... of a 198. >>>
1. Work for NASA, (because they would want you too).
2. Expect a call from the president of the United States of America who will ask you to come up with a solution to fix the country.
3. Your phone would be tapped by the CIA the FBI and Alex Trebek.
4. Not work in a pool hall. Cause that would be the equivalent of 'Johann Wolfgang von Goethe' working at a car wash.
5. Play poker with Stephen Hawking every Thursday; and rob him. Because his "I.Q" is only 160.
6. I'm Batman
7. Create an App that can calculate a non algorithm calculation of ones probability of a win & lose-handicap system, utilizing an audible and visual color kaleidoscope.
8. Finding the droids you where looking for.
9. One day you will be kidnapped by Al-Qaeda, then thrown in a cave filled with washing machines and toaster oven scraps, and then asked to build and Iron man suit.
10. Name your kids Chuck and Norris. (Gender need not apply).
"I put all my genius into my life; I put only my talent into my works" ~Oscar Wilde
AUG 15th. WED. 2012
Milk Shake and Bake...
And a few other random moments from a few random days ago.
If your friend
isa jerkreputated
to be not always so pleasent and if you try and convince
me that he's an "ok guy" once you "get
to know him"; then you have a problem; and it
aint me not liking your friend. It might be your
choice of company reflecting your random bouts of
self esteem? Maybe.
"He's-really-cool
once you get to know him means, he's a real A-hole
but you'll get used to it"
I've been there.
I've had sketchy friends and I still somewhat do. Criminal
friends.Social-retards-glamorizedtoQuestionable
people in echelons of public exception cause they
are "good at what they do". Cause crime
is cool in the after hours. Good for businesses
bad for the home. All I have is me to protect so
there nobody in danger I love.I
love me.
Motivation around
these parts are always of the security kind. The
things we say and the things we do reflect back
like a rippled lake. Sometimes fish swim through
the watery distortion at a glance. Sometimes we
can see the bottom of a merky pond on a sunny day.
Sometimes on a clear night we can see the lights
into the next city but not the road that leads
to it.
Then replied
to him.
"you
have to have to be highly intelligent to feel
like an idiot, if not, then your never going
to learn from your mistakes"
Either
he's too proud or genuinely stupid. Maybe his
inner child is still fighting something thats
stopping him from learning anything of significance
for his growth. She smiled with condensation.
I can tell her attitude is influenced by something
other than her smarts. There's goes the neighborhood.
It took me years to learn that everybodys warning
was right. I feel like an idiot.
Last
night her reply after his seemingly insinuating
suggestion. "If
I kick my leg back then that's how it goes, bitch".
She's right, kind of. We are not obligated to entertain
subtle suggestions and insinuations no matter what
the motivation or timing for saying it is; good
or bad.
His insinuation
might have meant he just wants to share something
he's thinks that we don't know. Or, it might mean
he wanted to influence her; for whatever reason.
Communication, collaboration, feed back or maybe
he's thinking with his other head with a past of
too much misogyny. These subtle kinds of words
always expose the things about people we don't
know.
From my experience,
criticism and feed back is something onlyan
artistisartistes
are use too; whatever an artist is. Whoever we
hold to behold as an influence.
AUG 8th. WED. 2012
SMILE, its Efren Reyes.
Amsterdam
Billiard Club, a few days ago.
Who's Efran Reyes?
From Wikipedia,
the free encyclopedia: Reyes was born in Pampanga
in 1954. He moved to Manila with his family at the
age of 5. In Manila, he worked as a billiards attendant
at his uncle's billiards hall, where he started learning
the various cue sports. Because he was not tall enough
to reach the pool table, he played while standing on
Coca-cola cases that he moved around. At night, while
he was dreaming of playing pool, the pool table was
his bed. [citation needed]
He is called Bata, which is Filipino for "Kid", because
there was another older pool player named Efren when he was
young. To distinguish between the two, he was referred to as
Efren Bata. .... more?
AUG 3rd. FRI. 2012
STOP MAKING Dr. Seuss MOVIES
Dinner.
Dear Hollywood.
I order you to stop making
Dr. Suess Movies. These books where not meant
to be movies. So far every Dr. Suess movie ever
made in hollywood has always been missing the
one thing that green eggs and ham came from.
Drugs. These books came from drug trips man;
Drugs. LCD, Weed, Acid and everything else that
expanded your mind for creative thought and new
ideas in the name of music, art and poetry. Yes
it probably wasn't his intent to make his drug
trip experiences into children books, but 'after
he-came back down from his dance with lucy up
in the sky with diamonds, how else was he gonna
legacy his adventures into drug land without
being rememberd as just another Jim Morrison?
"I
like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is
a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking
at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is
what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities" ~Dr.
Seuss
AUG 1st. WED. 2012
CAR BOMB
Days
of not so long ago.
JULY 26th. THUR. 2012
Tip or Die
random thoughts.
Drinking: He doesn't want to leave a tip cause he said he had bad service. He's lying. He didn't get bad service. He's just saying "bad service" cause he's broke. To proud or embarrassed about his funds he will make up a story at the expense of much more than he can afford.
People: It is easier for me to just remove myself form some people than it is for others. Some people are almost obligated to patronize someone they know is just taking there position or obligation to listen for granted. Some business people say "the customer is always right". Well, not in this day in age it is buddy. I do believe if you do patronize an annoying customer, just imagine, what he's or she is doing to other patrons? That one annoying person can be costing you more by patronizing him then just simply telling him you don't need his business. The again, I hear Democracy is bad for the single business manager in the long run.
Me? "You can kiss my butt"-might be a cop-out way of thinking. And some people think I try to avoid confrontation, but. Its not so. I just know where its gonna go before it even starts so I end it before it begins; I could be wrong though.
Sleeping: I woke up the other morning dreaming of whales, and later that day, I found one.
Food: Hot and spicy food and a cold desert make for bad precipitation in the belly; I forgot about that.
Love: "A part of kindness consists in loving people more than they deserve" ~Joseph Joubert
JULY 24th. TUE. 2012
One day in 1990 something
random thoughts.
I survived a crash in the 1990's. I'm not talking about the economy.
It was three of us, me, Tony and Natalie. Tony driving, Natalie layed out in the back sleeping and I had shot gun. It was dark, late, it was a four-lane-truck-intersection in the middle of bumble-flip-America nowhere. I saw the truck coming and Tony was slow on that left-side-U-turn. Bam! Car was in the air. My life past before my eyes. I heard music but the radio was off. I woke up with my face on the dash board with a deflated airbag, bloodied, dizzy and numb. This was the summer of 1990-something; or was it the fall? Can't remember. Its a good thing I wore my seat belt or I might have been-one-with-the-hood of this soda can of a Honda Civic.
After the hospital we washed up, got new clothing and went to the tow yard to get our luggage in the trunk. This pic was about 10 hours after the crash. Believe it or not, in this pic, I had a fractured shin-bone, a fractured collar bone, a fractured wrist and two herniated disk, but because my adrenalin was still pumped and swollen I didn't feel shit. When I got the X-rays 15 hours later, and when it showed my broken body parts and when the doctor was still wondering why I'm still on my feet, that's when reallity set in. I screamed, I cried, I panicked when I saw the street outside the hospital and I couldn't be in a car for months. Days later I was in a wheel chair and sat in it for about two weeks. I was in great pain.
Its amazing how you can be physically damaged for days before you actually feel the pain; to coin the phrase "he's gonna feel that in the morning". I've always been a late reaction kind of guy. This was the day that took me off the road. I've traveled a few times after this, but not as much as I did for almost two full decades. I've been somewhat domestic since. Still, I'm getting an itch to hit the road again.
