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Post by Caylus Ark on May 12, 2018 17:20:18 GMT
"Live wire, fighting fire with fire
Sounding smart or dumb, cuz I'm preaching to the choir
The message is addressed, last I checked, 'to whom it may concern'
So if you aren't conceiving it
It probably isn't yours..."
-legalese fine text extracted from Universal Aquires Comcast document circa 2009 (?)
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Post by ydobon on May 12, 2018 17:28:12 GMT
Sometimes when one can emit, one hears.
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Post by Caylus Ark on May 12, 2018 17:45:45 GMT
Sometimes when one can emit, one hears. nothing wrong with the trance-inducing resonance of a steady 1/4th beat, said every psytrance producer everywhere. I'm inclined to agree... I'm partial to infected mushroom. not that there is anything gay about fight club... possibly it is just something about athleticism that arouses the masculine sensibility, to the point of gayness. |
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Post by Caylus Ark on May 12, 2018 17:47:54 GMT
tldw; in this psychedelic video some krosmik vomit stains won't come out the carpet
maybe I should write trailers for a living
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Post by Caylus Ark on May 12, 2018 18:06:39 GMT
There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die
They've plowed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead
They've let him lie for a very long time, 'til the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head and so amazed them all
They've let him stand 'til midsummer's day 'til he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John's grown a long long beard and so become a man
They've hired men with their scythes so sharp to cut him off at the knee
They've rolled him and tied him by the way, serving him most barbarously
They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks who've pricked him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart
They've wheeled him around and around a field 'til they came onto a pond
And there they made a solemn oath on poor John Barleycorn
They've hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he's ground him between two stones
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl and his brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle or pots without a little barleycorn
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Post by Caylus Ark on May 12, 2018 18:13:55 GMT
 "It's poetry," claims my mom of John Barleycorn. "I know," I sigh: "I read the lyrics..." www.gematrix.org/?word=left+eye+blind"John Barleycorn was still in my book an asshole...great maybe, but an asshole for sure, writing a song like that..." Not that my mom is in the room anymore, but...just humor me here... |
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Post by ydobon on May 12, 2018 18:41:26 GMT
I'm partial to infected mushroom. not that there is anything gay about fight club... possibly it is just something about athleticism that arouses the masculine sensibility, to the point of gayness. Drifting off course again...it's difficult to follow...your implication has earned an error...I'll check back on occasion...remember fights don't always win the battle and mushrooms grow better in the dark. |
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Post by Caylus Ark on May 12, 2018 18:48:38 GMT
tldw; a picture of el at a family reunion on Disney's Alice In Wonderland's life-size chessboard over the rainbow of the interstate 101 freeway in los angeles' disney's el capitain theater used exclusively for big disney productions it's quite unexclusive...or...wait, what? you're still reading this junk and not watching the video? oh, well...I could write until the cows come home, but if you don't like singing you won't see the phantom of the opera anyhow... |
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Post by Caylus Ark on May 12, 2018 18:49:48 GMT
I'm partial to infected mushroom. not that there is anything gay about fight club... possibly it is just something about athleticism that arouses the masculine sensibility, to the point of gayness. Drifting off course again...it's difficult to follow...your implication has earned an error...I'll check back on occasion...remember fights don't always win the battle and mushrooms grow better in the dark. Good thing I got my official 2018 Creative License renewed by the board recently.  |
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Post by Caylus Ark on May 12, 2018 19:07:29 GMT
When Carl Jung wrote the Red Book, he set out with the intention of introspection rather then so-to-speak communication. Yes, it seems he found many archetypes lurking in the cauldron of his soul, but he was just doing inner work. So I doubt his experiment would have worked for him if he held himself up to any intelligible criteria. To find some sense he gave himself permission to be absurd privately in the course of his own journals. I guess what I'm doing on this thread is similar, only publically...so I'll say I intend to release my insanity into this thread alone so that it doesn't feel like its in a zoo at the behest of my superego. It doesn't have to make sense, and if it does it's probably not true to form...it's more of a sticky note than a love letter and more of a memo than a biography.
When I was doing psychedelics in my experimental phase, I started doing this chaotic art that felt driven by fine motor impulses in my hand, perhaps the impulses were being driven by the music I was listening to or perhaps the impulses were just the psychedelic 1/4th beat of my own subconscious, but it doesn't really matter. I saw similar skeletal structures infinitely-better -painted by Dali last night, but the similarity was enough to be an echo between causal realms. The weird art I made provoked strong and out-of-contextually intense emotions from people looking at the art.
So , as I was in the process of drawing/painting it, some ding sits next to me and starts blatantly just painting over what I'm doing. Yeah, not exaggerating for the purpose of a metaphor. With no regard to social edicts or norms he just starts painting over my painting as I am painting it. My reaction might surprise you: I let him. I figured reality wanted to keep its skirt on and I respected that. Or, more specifically, not all human beings wanted to know that the wizard of oz is just a flashy toy.
...It's one thing to put a billboard up and another thing entirely to maintain an aquarium.
Consider El Rennovar the 'red book' of my mind...the multimedia outlet of one specific Jungian shadow.
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Post by Caylus Ark on May 12, 2018 19:13:36 GMT
tldw; a picture of el at a family reunion on Disney's Alice In Wonderland's life-size chessboard over the rainbow of the interstate 101 freeway in los angeles' disney's el capitain theater used exclusively for big disney productions it's quite unexclusive...or...wait, what? you're still reading this junk and not watching the video? oh, well...I could write until the cows come home, but if you don't like singing you won't see the phantom of the opera anyhow... Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain He’s a brainless, heartless, coward with no power That’s just another trick of his He ain't no wiz don’t fear his fire Jump in my balloon, I’ll take you higher Take you somewhere over the rainbow Get your ticket to the show Heels click, and here we go Cuz you already know There’s no place like (home) Uh There’s no place like (home) There’s no place like (home) There’s no place like (We’re straight outta Oz) There’s no place like home It's where the heart is Some brainiacs will tell you home is where your house and car is But if you're brave enough to love the ones you hate the hardest You might find (home) You might find (home) Cause sometimes home is where your deepest scar is Society will try to cast you where they think your part is Give awards and accolades to what they think a star is But go find your (home) Go find your (home) Pay no attention to the lies they try to feed you It's a wicked, twisted fable He's not stable It's just another box of tricks a crock of shit and good dreams go wasted Hoping for the fame don't let him taste it He's been stealing dreams nine to five, Monday to Friday I'mma tell the story my way cause the only way home Ain't on this yellow brick highway There's no place like (home) There's no place like (home) There's no place like (home) There's no place like (We're straight outta Oz) There's not place like If you're lost out there in the night Wishing on stars wonder who you are Just know that you're never alone And there's no place like home And we gon' fight and we gon' cry And I'm gon' fight for you until I die Right there is like where you belong And there's no place like home Pay no attention to the man who tried to change you He's a dark familiar stranger But that's the danger The storm is strong But it won't be long And no matter where you roam There's no place like (home) |
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Post by Caylus Ark on May 12, 2018 19:26:42 GMT
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Post by Caylus Ark on May 12, 2018 19:37:57 GMT
if the fine motor impulses of a painter makes a painting... and the subtle associations of a writer mince his writing... the 'editor' whips out a blender... collages himself...collaging? it's a portrait of his taste in art.  I was trained to write essays in English class by paid professionals...so I think I would know what I was talking about when I say that this is the picture of a man who did not know what job he was actually interviewing for before he signed the contract. Every wizard knows a 'sorcerer' is literally the last thing you'd ever want to be... |
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Post by Caylus Ark on May 12, 2018 20:42:02 GMT
100% irony is not always funny.
And 50% irony is funny "about half the time" according to the results of new research I'm paid for.
I’m hoping that my research will ultimately lead viewers to reliably conclude, “sometimes you just can’t trust your sources...”
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Post by Caylus Ark on May 12, 2018 21:38:31 GMT
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2018 21:50:11 GMT
The flower of life is just casually sitting there in the background. Nice artwork indeed. Very trippy
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Post by Caylus Ark on May 12, 2018 21:59:34 GMT
It's not there by accident nor is it there to cast the ethos of the flower of light into doubt...flower of life is a ratio. It's like a lens on a pane of glass, a mitosis kaleidoscope.
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Post by Caylus Ark on May 12, 2018 22:58:06 GMT
je nais se qui
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Post by Caylus Ark on May 12, 2018 23:09:45 GMT
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Post by Caylus Ark on May 13, 2018 0:31:45 GMT
How do you get out of a lotus eater machine  |
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