There are space invaders telling me what to write.

Lucidity is not always a guarantee, but I do my best. Roughing through space and time singes the logic. We're always moving fast along with the earth on its twirl. I know that and I never stop knowing that. You probably haven't thought about it too seriously.

Coming down upon me at any time are those air pressures. Worse, the knowledge of them. They are nothing to my body and everything to my mind so that I am smaller than otherwise. More confined. What the hell is this? Zipping elements which sometimes attract and meld.

We make uniquely new forms without losing the old formula.

I have no point. Things are happening.

Where do you get offfffffffffuckit

www.thehappinessfactor.com can be yours for one low low price. Has not been claimed. Beautiful shining words which can draw people to your specially-made sight.

Of course I've claimed it just now as artistic property, being as I'm advertising for it and everything, and wrote the sight myself before it was revealed by the internet, and not a person, as being empty. Part of that site is mine. Which part is mine, the other does not belong to the internet, but to that collective subconscious that is ruled by the read and written (spoken) word. Is it perhaps? all that is written cannot venture past a certain point. All that is written will be... ok well may we not write along and seek to entertain ourselves as well as look to the past shit written about future shit which guides my present, bowl-filling shit?

Craig and Albert --

A: All that we see is greater than what we see, for we only view a fraction, even when we believe ourselves to have conceived the whole. Dilemma no longer, the existential terrified, the proverb never turns.
(he enters sans markings)
C: Conceived the whole what?
A: The whole thing.
C: What things?
A: Ummm, I don't know.
C: You can't describe them?
A: There's only one.
C: Of whom?
A: There's only one of what I was talking about.
C: You need to keep the story straight.
A: You've made it into some kind of event.
C: You don't make any sense!
A: It's a moment that's stretched over the moments which surround it on either side.
C: There is no way to take a side over a moment. You can't take sides, asshole.
A: What don't you know.
C: That... was that a question... you never made any sense.
A: Well, I wasn't crazy. C: You're chuckling.

(Albert dies)
A: That suddenly made sense, Love.

Gabriel: Where's Albert?
C: Who wants to know?
(Gabriel marks Craig and goes)
C: Hey! Hey! Hey!
Rachel: Come over this way and I'll try to pretend you've got something I want.
C: Sounds nice.
R: Oh. Damn.
C: Let's make.
R: God damn.
C: Let's never die.
R: Holy God damn.

A: Nice guys never finish. Brother, you finished.
C: Did you say something?
R: Only if you wanted me to.

More

Have a poem that I'd like to share
I share it in hopes
That perhaps you will spare yourself from evil dreams

A book has power - that's the image we gave
But a book in itself is a probable slave
I'm digging myself an early grave
By trying to some up
This bum of a man
That I think I know well
Because I can well it up
Whenever I choose
This "I think"
Means whatever it means
These evil dreams
Perpendicular souls
Required in a competition
With what is other.
You're not alone
but goddamn
You're going to have to fight!

A Few of my F------- Things

I think the hurly burly's done
The Homo Sapien's lost its fun
The Spirit father's son of man
Can walk the above
Maintain his tan
There is no greater fish to fry
The fish beneath our feet will fly
But this man walks where we cannot
We must assure that he will rot
Look at him Bleed
Look at him Bleed
No other corpse is cause to feed

Strict interpretation of desire for boldness of the part of Nietzsche himself.

Here you can say what you damn well please! I know my rights and nothing shall make me have my rights start to turn against me by calling me a criminal before I've had the chance to get some publicity. I have translated for modern english impact a few lines of Nietzsche. Strictly the lines are

Yes my joy wants to amuse
every joy wants to amuse
would you like to pick my roses

you must stoop and stick your noses between
Thorns and rocky views

It's childish in America to write in such a way. Though Nietzsche was a child in certain respects, his tone somewhat diverges into maturation as it reflects upon itself. Unfortunately for Nietzsche that maturation included the insanity of his mind. I wonder how he felt about being called crazy. Were his final thoughts ones of resentment?

Yeah the joy desires entertainment
All the joy said yes to entertainment
Want to pick this rose you do

Then bend low
and shove your nostrils
betwixt green fangs and cliffsides

Clarificacion

Theatre is the understandable. Philosophy is the observatory. One is not possible without the other.

wait no

I meant that Philosophy is the understandable and that theatre is the observatory. That makes (faster) sense to (most) other people.

Split P (and T) Soup

Philosophy and Theatre make for one fucked up and dramatic sense of meaning. Oftentimes my passion has been confused for anger. There's a chance that this confusion was my own; I was convicted so as to blame some enemy for suppressing me before understanding. When you empathize with a split personality, you understand it by coming as close to experiencing it as possible without becoming the thing which you observe. It is a phenomenon of powerful observation and powerful (and understandable) communication. My split occurs along the theatrical philosophy. All the world's etc. etc. etc.

No style.

At what point do we as artists discontinue the observation of our own selves? Draw in what is directly in front of you. In the digital age it is very possible to see ourselves in so many different directions. There is nothing to learn and grow from except the things which are observed and recognized as being a part of the desired self. These are, as a friend of mine said, nothing more than fortune cookie lines without a chinese translation on the back. Everything is getting better all the time.

The McCartney Love/Hate

Which of the Karamazov Brothers was Paul that he could appear so lovingly and yet have generated so much resentment. We'd all have to think of him, in relation to the others, as Alyosha. My conjecture is that he is Smerdyakov more probably. Not because he is a bastard maybe child of a genius drunkard. Paul is Smerdyakov for the duality to his personality which all of us know must exist. And he hides it away. Smerdyakov is the only brother who is truly two-faced.

And So I believe that Paul is both Smerdyakov and Alyosha. John has to be Ivan and more likely Dmitri outside of the band, where passion can come full force. John does not believe in Alyosha. John is maybe too truthful.

In Regards to Smerdyakov: he was one-facedly evil as far as his particular will to commit murder. Though the other brothers share a degree of guilt, Dmitri's stall at the window exculpates him. Ivan is Guy in Strangers on a Train - sufficient reason to doubt any explicit knowledge of murder. Freud disagrees, all of them share in that little bit of evil.

Maybe John fooled himself into thinking he didn't believe in Alyosha.

You're feelin' good.

A guard in the Hartley who was rocking to the funk let me know that, for my information, he could immitate a perfect James Brown, dance-move-wise. I then asked him if he had seen Dreamgirls, hoping to identify about Eddie Murphy being good. He was somewise upset that I brought it up. Probably he was mourning James Brown's death, unimpressed, "I mean, Eddie Murphy. He's silly."

........Anna Nicole Smith.

The Lord's Prayer and Time

I could stare at anything for hours, but could never find any justification for doing so. Take, for example, the thousands of years that we've been reading the lord's prayer. It has dissapeared from my conscious realm, but can never possibly escape me, having been drilled so deep. We have read a single sentence of Freud for 3.5 hours in my Middle Eastern Comparative Literature course. The instructor told us, "I have not read Freud for a thousand years yet, but i'm hopeful. Maybe together we can reach something."