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A Definition of Finity

 

Facebook friend Paul.

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finity

The divine as countable.

The state of human beings as a finite set of consciousnesses.

The inability of human beings to attain sublimity due to the finite nature of their numbers.

Human beings are divine (god-selves (fiction)) but they can never be sublime (infinite self-gods).

Human beings try to reach an infinity of sets through sex.

by sandrashine December 29, 2018

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Advancing to the 2nd Level

Advancing to a Second Limit

The Next Finity

I squeeze you for a new soul mission  .

I am good   to think I may be okay  .

Farthest

You can always be farthest away in time.

You can always be farthest away in space and time.

You can always be farthest away from space and time.

You can be furthest

You can always be 

You are the one person

The other person is the farthest....

Then you.

From You.

You always go

away to the end

of time and space

.

This is a question

of logical choices

of metaphysical physics....

The you you are is

The mind of the We we are.

Everything Everywhere Always Now Everyone EveryWord

Yes.

Start with Nothing

 I reach my hand inside myself -

I'm not me or anyone or anywhere.

I'm no angle or direction,

No shape or idea.

' Did the Fall happen yesterday? '

          Semi de Coco

I feel an object. I exact the definition dimension, data-space-time. Can I do without a word? Am I before a word? Electronic re source. Light user. Animal reanimal. Grower, Liver. Neighbor, 40 years, 33 miles, 10 years, 2 days... She, he, they cross a street. One week schedule. 10 hours on a bed. Air-conditioned 2,000 square feet. Industrial bakeries, soup factories, 500 acre ranch. Feed Lot. Backyard Garden. AaronAndee's front yard. .... 6 books, 7,000 pages, 1 million words.

Speaking Friend

Listening Friend

Understanding Friend

David Lynch Theater

Weather

Meditate

Stay home and Work

Why bother with all that bad outside?

My mind changes

I try to think of what is good

Still what should I do?

Better

I relax

My sleep posture

Better pain

Comfort

Less distracting

More Eternal

I change my mind

I find an answer

The End . . . .

Alternate "Atomic Number" -Neko Case

 Versions of Eternity

Names and Numbers

 If there were only 2 people

and it's 1992.

I am special because

I am never more special than you.

If it made any more sense

We would be a tractor on the dreams of tomorrow.

-

Let's watch Defiance, Ohio

and weep over Ed Harris's head.

Is Ed Harris alive?

           Let's make love at the video store.

- Twin Peaks - Surfer Blood

The Hartford Call

 

I wonder what that Hartford call was.

. . . ?   Hello

Yellow Bathing Suit

 Alea Gott

- Teal bikini

- white and orange surf board

Marian

- orange top, teal skirt

- black and blue board

Clive

- 

Franco

-

Xu

-

Brave Moon

 

Sleep on me

I'm going down

Sleep toes

Brave Moon, 

Why You coming down?

Brave Moon,  Yeah

Holy Ghosting

 

Got an old wooden sawhorse and two old satellite dishes

You think love is real.

it  is  a  space  holy  ghosting

The Local Vestibule of Bicuspids

The Feeling Mill

I didn't make any mistakes with your turnip greens

    you were holding off on me.

I made a pact with a goose.

Huge Rant

I made peace with the chickens.

They made me out to be a villain.

I am okay with everyone's every decision.

. . .   

Ellen Burstin's Negligible Proximity

Let's go to 

a Beach we never been to

Let's go back 

to Las Vegas

and Relax

for Once

Hell and Hollywood

Life tastes too good

Please don't give me any choices

Hell and Hollywood

Save my life for other voices

job, on paper

8:30 ,  1st day   hours .

_________________________

1 hour online "class" training , U.S. cen

                                                     sus  beaurou . . No.

Any thing to Know. White Lawn, Hot Canine

hot head Leaf Let, Neighbor Wonder, Pressure

  Fatigue, Gun, Scape  Threaten, Scrape Nite

Leaving and Never recover Nerve   it's

Over Now, For ever.   " E - Numerator. "

Leave us alone. - Never come, here.

Department of Commerce.   Statis

tician. Protection, Laws, Fines, Prisons

TIME,  LIFE .  abject health .  Policy

Perjury. Fools. Wastes. Mine. Politely Begging.

Brev-   - Purgatory . . .  Simul - Facsimile.

Mugsy

Mugsy Bogues made a buggy low

He made up for a magical loss

He cast a spell thru his toe nail

He froze the nose of the Devil

wearin' Nylon Hose

Conseco

Stab me in the heart, my name is Jose Conseco

Swap the baby for the Majorca   neighborhood .

Awake in Nanjing

the instant the sky wakes my eyes are shut I’m listening to the rainfall huh 
 huh huh listening to half a lifetime of rainfall isn’t romantic
the sound of rainfall approaching unites with the sound of a solitary car
the car going away pushes the sound of rainfall away but maybe it’s not pushed 
 away so much as letting up
like someone’s existence maybe it’s not the person disappearing so much as 
 lightening

imagine raindrops hitting the ground umbrellas raincoats scenery soaked
one two three four five six construction sites of silent scaffolding cranes no 
 workers climbing up or down or all around
a shop owner figures umbrellas and raincoats will sell in weather like this

strange
light rain from the country falling on hard heads in the city
apricot blossoms in the light rain peeping through a window at a poetaster 
 sipping tea this is my image of Jiangnan

this is the Jiangnan of the scholarly landlord and the peasant in concert with 
 the maxim that houses of gold and jade-like faces are contained within 
 books
but are the Jiangnan of the small-business owner and the day laborer still 
 Jiangnan the capitalist’s Jiangnan
is definitely not Jiangnan since jade-like faces no longer seek shelter in books

why don’t the birds sing is it the morning’s fault or the birds’ fault
don’t they know I’m searching with ears of the blind
in Beijing the birds start singing at four a.m. but here what time do the birds 
 start singing this is a Shakespearean question

or else the birds have signed an agreement not to sing
Meng Haoran died about 1,300 years ago and for 1,300 years the little poem
 he wrote about birds singing has lived in his stead
that’s a long time for an American but won’t impress an Egyptian

Meng Haoran was used to a life of sharp mountains and clear waters so we 
 can infer how sharp and clear he looked
but we can’t imagine how he could make a living as a poet without ­representing 
 advanced social productive forces

it wasn’t strange for him to get something off his chest from time to time 
 and tell it to the river
is this why he stood apart from the crowd how trading up on his grievances 
 he associated with Wang Wei and Li Bai
but Wang Wei and Li Bai never acknowledged each other when they were 
 both in Chang’an they looked down on each other

the river flows on night and day oh the river flows by my bedside oh this is 
 too much

I’ll withdraw it

the river flows by the door of my hotel in Nanjing or Jinling or the ancient 
 capital of the Six Dynasties
is this a hotel or an inn or is this a guesthouse or is it a resort
to friends on the phone it’s a resort it’s an inn to me

what’s the difference the ancients only lived in inns and wrote poems on walls
but in the Republican era Fang Hongjian got a girl in bed only to find a dirty 
 ditty on the wall behind the pillow
written yesterday

girls girls though red lanterns are still raised over the river Qinhuai at night 
 there are no more seductress spirits just snack food
on a clean white bed lie four white pillows I use only two
body comfortable erection comfortable I’m in my yesterday not in my day 
 before I’m not in

in the symmetrical room in the mirror is another me are you the me I’m 
 symmetrical with
the red light in the left lower corner of the black TV screen is on to show the 
 power is on like the Young Pioneers showing they’re ready at any minute
use me
a press on the remote control and it’s the world of media

I open an eye and then shut it

who will die today whose nude photos released which factory explode
which police department will commit brutality today which bridge collapse 
 which politician detained

at 7:20 I hear the birds singing that’s incredibly late am I in some deep ravine

in the split sense of reality in my mind the birds started singing hours ago
I’ve never told anyone that the birds in my mind come from Jingting Mountain 
 not far from here
Li Bai saw the birds on Jingting Mountain all fly away but never learned 
 where those birds went they flew into my mind and won’t stop chirping

they’ve divided into sixteen competing camps and decided to hash it out in 
 my mind
hashing it out they have no idea they’re singing for the rising sun

while the birds singing outside do their best to satisfy Meng Haoran’s 
 eavesdropping
as if the world outside the window weren’t the real world only the world 
 where accidents happen is the real world
a world where accidents don’t happen can’t convince people of its reality like 
 Baudrillard’s simulacrum can be unsure sometimes

so someone who jumped off a roof was caught by someone on the street 
 stretching his arms
the one who stretched his arms to save him was crushed into paraplegia the 
 townspeople were so moved by the appeals in the newspaper they 
 donated money and goods
and the one who’d been saved refused to make a donation the turmoil in his 
 mind the night before he jumped
and the shocked parents of the one who was saved thought there’d be calm 
 and peace in the world

sounds of people in the hallway the bacteria in the carpet eat up all the 
 sounds of footsteps

at 7:25
the residue of a dream
Xia said the water in the pool was too cold so she got out put on a shirt and 
 went back in
the manager told her to get out he said you can’t wear shirts in the pool if 
 you’re cold you’ll have to put on three swimsuits

at 7:27
the residue of a dream
Feng hears someone knocking at the door asks who is it on the other side 
 someone says in a husky voice it’s me well good guy or bad guy
Feng asks what is it and on the other side someone says in a husky voice I’m 
 not sure

is a dream the past
if a dream isn’t the past why does the past try to keep up with dreams

I hear a toilet flush I’m alive others are alive too
the water-treatment plant in the vicinity of the Yangtze might make a 
 difference of thirty percent

but to piss directly into the Yangtze I won’t do that like Mencius ate meat 
 but kept clear of the kitchen
it’s a little hypocritical it’s the hypocrisy necessary for civilized behavior
if I can lie in bed looking at the Yangtze I will hypocritically and happily give 
 thanks to both legal life and illegal life

outside the inn at night there must be Chinese sturgeons swimming by in 
 the Yangtze but what kind of fish is this
such a grand name such a mundane name who conferred it is it an endangered 
 species
why isn’t the giant panda called the Chinese bear

the sand barges on the Yangtze ride low in the water paint blotchy not a 
 single boat is new
the women baring their breasts to the water at stern and bow all women’s 
 women not a single one ugly

Du Shiniang threw her treasure chest into the water
of all the pretty flowers on the banks not one blooms because of this of all 
 the cheery lanterns not one goes out because of it

thus eastward do the torrents of the river flow

last year I took a trip here and gazed at the river from the Yuejiang Tower it’s 
 reconstructed all wrong
I pretended I was the painter Gong Xian gazing at the openness of the river
I tried to pretend I was the poet Gao Qi ascending Rain-Flower Terrace to see 
 the river emerge from ten thousand peaks but I couldn’t get it right

the Yangtze changed its course from Rain-Flower Terrace you can’t see the 
 river as it was in the Ming dynasty

from my bed I can’t see the river either which means I’m not Emperor 
 Kangxi I can’t see all under heaven
I can’t see the teeming multitudes in Guangzhou I can’t see the teeming 
 multitudes in Chongqing
I may as well accept my fate as an ordinary man at least I have nothing to do 
 with the plight of the empire

reading the paper reading online news worrying about everything under 
 heaven it doesn’t do shit read short stories instead
my grammar-school teachers my high school teachers they ruined me for life 
 they trained me to be an observer
an observing peach or plum tree doesn’t even need to blossom
the paulownia trees in the city have been felled the property developers have 
 friends in city government
if I were the next mayor I’d have all the Republican-era paulownias replanted 
 back where they were but this is impossible

so I don’t make that kind of friends

I don’t drink my dad doesn’t drink my grandpa didn’t drink

so I can easily open my eyes at 7:30 my bleary brain just lets in the light
I look at the ceiling obviously in luxurious European style but it’s made of plaster

who gives a shit about mountains of plaster wealth so lofty it’s scary
who gives a shit about the three beef patties that fell on my head yesterday 
 who gives a shit about a modicum of fame
accomplishment comes too easily for engineers accomplishment comes too 
 easily for masters of arts and crafts

who gives a shit about liking to pretend not to be so vulgar it’s vulgar who 
 gives a shit about average talent but even that isn’t easy
but who gives a shit

power and influence were of supreme importance to Han Feizi but Zhuangzi 
 didn’t give a shit about them

my brain is wide awake buzzing for my soul to wake up

which is greater that which can be understood in history or that which 
 cannot be understood
how can refined taste be propagated in a crass age
propagating refined taste means propagating the seeds of the collapse of the 
 country take the Northern Song dynasty for example the new tycoons 
 aren’t buying it

ugh the discontent you can’t speak freely and the complaints you won’t make 
 out loud
I should get up and shower bedhead makes people think you have nightmares 
 every night but that’s not the case
I should lose some weight my teeth need brushing I have bad breath when 
 I get up
Han Yu wrote a poem about losing his teeth it must have been before he 
 turned fifty

at 7:35 who wound me up like a watch to make me take such good care of myself
last night I flipped every switch I couldn’t figure out how to turn off one 
 light so I left it on until now

sounds from last night’s banquet still linger
two men hugging each other they drank so much two tongues fattened 
 by alcohol
one said I just went to Frankfurt look at my bag the other said I just went to 
 Paris look at my shoes

they were talking about package tours to Europe man see ten countries in 
 nine days
Confucius traveled through the central states if he’d kept that pace there’d 
 have been no degeneration of the rites under heaven 2,500 years ago
but running through Europe just proves there’s nothing to see there
or else proves they come from a lately developed country it’s not easy for 
 them to relax

but it’s nothing like spending time in Jiangnan and watching the river flow
from different angles
when Emperor Kangxi came it must have been a real campaign

it’s almost Dragon Boat Festival
Dragon Boat Festival doesn’t mean anything in any country it only means 
 something in Jiangnan and Jiangnan is this area beneath my bed
it was the kingdom of Wu but was it also the kingdom of Chu

I have friends from Chu I have no friends from Wu I do have some friends 
 from Jiangnan but right now I’m on my own
how far into the distance stretch the roads inn after inn along this road 
 reduplicating themselves to the end of the sky

I toss off the blanket slide my feet into two paper slippers

a deep breath

and I stand up

—Translated from the Chinese by Lucas Klein

If you enjoyed this poem, why not read …

• “Mourning Problems” by Xi Chuan, also published in issue no. 213, Summer 2015?

Kim Jerry

A Dry Flagon

Alcohol   Hug

Corpse Mantra

Focus

Water . . . . Water . . . . Water . . . . Water . . . . Water . . . . Water . . . . Water . . . . 

Water . . . . Water . . . .

Hunt . . . . Gather . . . . Hunt . . . . Gather . . . . Hunt . . . . Gather . . . . Hunt . . . . 

Gather . . . . Hunt . . . . Gather . . . . Hunt . . . . Gather 

. . . . Sleeep . . . . Waake . . . . Sleeep . . . . Waake . . . . Sleeep . . . . Waake . . . . 

Sleeep . . . . Waake . . . . Sleeep . . . . Waake . . . . Sleeep . . . . Waake . . . . Sleeep . . . 

Waake 

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           An agroecology similar to that proposed for the Archaic Southwest probably existed among the Eastern Archaic peoples, but it has been difficult to document. Eastern groups had well-established bases from which they foraged, including shell mound sites used for thousands of years in Kentucky and Tennessee. At the Koster site in Illinois, a semipermanent village dates to 8400 BP, and a more permanent settlement was occupied beginning about 5900 BP.

The earliest locally domesticated plant in the region is squash; examples appear between 8000 and 5000 BP on sites in Missouri, Illinois, Kentucky, Pennsylvania, and Maine. Squash seeds from the Phillips Spring site (Missouri) date to about 5000 BP and are within the size range of domesticated squash. Although a squash was domesticated in Mesoamerica by 10,000 BP, genetic and biochemical research indicates that the squashes in eastern North America are a separate subspecies that was domesticated locally.

Another early local cultigen is sumpweed. A drastic change in seed size indicates that wild sumpweed fruits were harvested in Illinois about 7000 BP and that by 5500 BP a domesticated, large-seeded sumpweed was being grown. The average size of sumpweed seeds continued to enlarge until about 500 BP, when the domesticated form became extinct, but wild forms have persisted.

Sunflower is another crop that was domesticated in the East. Small wild sunflower fruits are reported from the Koster site in an occupation dating to about 9000 BP. By 5000 BP at the Hayes site in Tennessee, larger domesticated sunflower fruits are reported. Wild sunflower is not native to the East. Rather, wild sunflower appears to have been introduced somehow from the Colorado Plateau in the U.S. Southwest. Sunflower was never domesticated there, however; sometime after the start of the European conquest, domesticated sunflower was introduced to the region from the East.

Chenopod domestication in the East dates to at least 4500 BP, when thin-seed-coat specimens appear at the Cloudsplitter and Newt Kash rock shelters in Kentucky. Extensive collection of chenopod fruits began even earlier in Illinois.

Eastern Archaic peoples were becoming increasingly sedentary by about 4000–3000 BP. At Poverty Point in the lower Mississippi valley (now Poverty Point National Monument), people built a complex set of geometrically arranged mounds that date to between 3800 and 3400 BP. By 3000 BP the Eastern Agricultural Complex supported a complex socioeconomic system exemplified by cultures such as the Adena and its descendant, the Hopewell (see also Woodland cultures). In much of the region, communities became fully sedentary; in addition, pottery had become common, mound complexes began to be built over a wide area, and populations were growing rapidly.

Also at about 3000 BP, archaeological sites on the Cumberland Plateau of Kentucky provide clear evidence that fire was being used to clear garden plots. Burning was widely used in aboriginal North America as a technique for clearing the forest understory; it was also used to maintain stands of fire-tolerant species such as oak. By creating forest openings and edges that exposed the trees to more sunlight and less competition, burning encouraged more nut production.

The earliest corn in the East appears in the central Mississippi valley about 2100 BP. The introduction of corn did not displace the use of locally domesticated plants. Instead, it seems to have been an addition that did not immediately have an obvious impact. By 1600 BP corn was grown as far north as Ontario, Canada, where no form of crop production had previously existed. By 1500 BP the Hopewell pattern ceased. Two distinct systems followed, the Mississippian and the Late Woodland, both eventually supported by corn agriculture. In the Mississippi valley and the Southeast, urban centres with temple mound architecture had developed by 1000 BP. At almost the same time in the Northeast, people were beginning to establish longhouse villages and towns. The common bean was not incorporated into agricultural production until about 800 years ago. By then substantial socioeconomic changes resulting from agriculture had transformed the human landscape across the region (see also Northeast Indian; Southeast Indian).

The region from southern British Columbia through California and west to the Great Basin is increasingly being considered as the domain of a fourth agricultural regime. Nearly all of the native peoples living in this region managed habitats and plants, and some had small gardens at the time of European contact. Perhaps because the first Europeans to visit the region did not witness the extensive geometric field production of grains with which they were familiar, they assumed the indigenous peoples did not have agriculture. Nevertheless, people such as the Owens Valley Paiute irrigated the grasses they used for subsistence. Other groups used controlled burning to manage oak stands and increase acorn production, often planting tobacco in the burned areas. Another management technique was to tend sedges (Cyperaceae family) so that the rhizomes became long and unbranched, a practice that made the plants easier to harvest. These complex plant and habitat management practices blur the distinctions between hunter-gatherers and farmers to the extent that many anthropologists are no longer classifying these people as hunter-gatherers per se (see also Northwest Coast Indians; California Indians; Great Basin Indians).

Gary W. Crawford

Agriculture In Ancient Asia

On his way across the Pamirs in search of Buddhist texts (518 CE), the Chinese pilgrim Song Yun noted that the crest of the bare, cold, snowy highlands was commonly believed to be “the middle point of heaven and earth”:

Hey, Dog

I heard you like Holiness

So, I am a God in you

The Sound of Aging Trees and a Strong Wind

a Soliloquy . . . ?

Again . . . vanishes from my brain

Isla Grass

Day   Stars

Forty Flowers

There are only 10 flowers per quadrant.


I got in a hot tub at 11

it was kinda hot ,  but not really ,  not as hot as other times

engulfed in summer light and air

lingering high pressure systems


i put about a shot of rum in my creamy coffee

then i put a little more than a shot in my water and added diet ginger ale, Canada Dry


I watched GMM and More, on the TV because my mom went to get her eyes checked

i made migas. we made refried beans.

it was all right ,  beans still too salty


i put the VORW podcast back on a few minutes ago. The Voice of the Report of the Week . .  Short Wave

he is very nice


i think we will go to a couple stores today


i am wearing navy pants and a tie dye shirt


i like you


i like being with you, communicating, exchanging words, presence, thinking about each other


being each other

i like me too

share life, anything we do ,  everything we are ,  forever


good bye

God be with you

go with God


I watched some of Nelson Sullivan's vlogs

they're fun ,  i like him ,  he is really nice  " kind and gentle "


i put on a leather belt

My mom got rid of old stuff a couple days ago

The belt was in a box of Terry's hats

It's carved with mountains and eagles

The back says,  BUCKWORM

Adjacent Jason


drinking El Amo


Respite   Diets



             I'm praying to believe her

Neighbor Wonder

In the middle of a day, I peed at the south side of our house

Our southern neighbor drove away in a white SUV

I wonder if they are going to get food or drinks or both or other objects

Kinda What ?

i been listening to Locust Toybox and drinking Cane Run rum .

Lost Pop, Bewarely

This is like a Free Write  exercise

it all is nice

I free the yodels from the throats of Green Grossers'

I have been a lone Ready Tide for the Yellow Ness In Ing SHeeples' Heap of Humble Knowing of No thngs


I know I was ewe

I dreamed group devils under fun billious moon scabs

I dumped the love bundles under the tree tomb fore the gold golf wangs Whom of Which I was Miss Spelled to be Numbers of Great Holly Lu Jah for Peace in the Time.........

I wake the homie, he said free my house, I said for holding dollars

i watch Atlanta

New Real Hope

Now

I just got happy, and the reasons were too wite and slippy, No Eagles Feign Justice and Freedom

I dap the dope, no one was Me

There is it

The End

" Blood " [ irish TV - Carolina Main ] - Mike's Harder Black Cherry Medical Physical Examination Explanation . . on YouTube , 17 : 11 . . . . Canada ?

I don't know

I don't care

I don't know anything

I don't do anything



Who are These People ?

Why - What - How ?

Do it Now

https://wimastergardener.org/article/whats-in-a-name-understanding-botanical-or-latin-names/

When first learning botanical names, don’t worry about what the names mean (plant names don’t always tell you something useful about the plant anyway). Just add these words to your vocabulary and use them when you can, just like any other word. You wouldn’t worry about what “Joe Smith” means — you just remember his name and what he looks like.

Whad Ya Say?

Now we come to the issue of pronunciation, which probably scares more people away from the use of botanical names than anything else. Everyone feels unsure, or possibly embarrassed at times, trying to pronounce botanical names in the company of others — especially if the other(s) is perceived as more knowledgeable. (If you think Latin is difficult to pronounce, try English. How is ‘ough’ pronounced? As in thought? Through? Enough?) But you really shouldn’t worry so much about it.

After all, Latin is a dead language, and we don’t have any ancient Romans around to correct us! Just proclaim it with confidence. If the person you’re talking with understands what plant you mean, your pronunciation is good enough.

Clematis: a pretty flower no matter how it’s pronounced.

Most languages evolve over time, so there really can’t be any truly ‘correct’ pronunciation, just different pronunciations at different times (and places). With an increasingly mobile and global society, interactions with other cultures influence the way we speak

Botany 7-6-2020

Landscape design and horticulture

    it feels so weird ,  like 20 people , their rooms , A yellow wall to Beauty , a red bicycle , a tall green plant , Long Leaves. -- Vanessa Morgan

Grounding ourselves ,  Understanding the Why , Community - Beauty - Health.

Hayley ,  Re  mind me of twin peaks    i wanna cry

care and try.



27 Souls and 8 more to come . . . . and Learn.

All about what we need and hope to Do For the Hope of   A L L.


Reader ,  Read her

Reeds

Full of Water and Shelter

Nut?

Medium

Italian

Doctor pepper

Zero bar

Vanilla

Never tattoo

Almost hit a deer

No ambulance

Winter

No bones

Yellow

Sunrise

Ocean

Cats

Rain Lily

of Montreal

Dry red

Albatross, favourite animal

Detective

Cantaloupe

A Person, People or no one. I may never know.

a cloudy humid sleepy walk about 6:30 a m

i just want  it  to be below 90 and getting colder

september twenty first

birthday cakes

funny weird dramas at alamo drafthouses

salted   BUTTER

Petty Tender Grass

I'm going to disney World

It's sometime after 1999

I don't know where I will be

I don't know how we feel

Please hold on

Ple-ase ho-ld onnn

We are Potatoes roasting

Burning down Trees

Dragging Bodies to and fro

I wonder if we will ever know

When the end is.


I want to eat food all day.

 8 a m to 10 p m

I sleep for 10 hours straight.

I am a lone, I am a friend.

Small Songs

I'm sensitive but also kinda numb

so it all works out . . . .

Possible Titles

All Things in All Things

Attention Intention

Attention to Attention

Self in Self of Self

A Tension Attention

A Tension in Tension
 
     Toledo Lights at Night

W A I T


All Things in All Selves

All Selves in All Things

    Can We Feel This ?


     We Always Take Us Cycling by High Way Lamps Going to Everyone


Infinite Selves in Each Self

         --

[ these are for a picture i drew , i may scan it and post it

in it is a sign by a river that says " Atention: This River goes Everywere " and a stick figure labeled ' me ' saying " Hi , tree " ]

Band names


Z Files


Go On



album title

    The Interviewee and the Typist



some thing


        Halifax   Resonator

Sailer

Another co worker with the toesless nights

Another slow learner with the bolo ties

Baby got stuck too far up my uterus

                            Baby got stuck too far up my uterus

                                                      Baby got stuck too far up my uterus

Thank God that didn't work.

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3 o clock is okay with me


I don't worriy about Ballet


I try to type words as fast as I can


Dare I say it


incentivise


Soosan

Put your shoes on

You either have to

need

must

want

Live

There are always 2 of you.

       it's very early  like  4 or 5.

I now remind me of me at age 18 or 19 years old.

  be cause  and   i am in the middle bed room  The kids.

I kind of like or enjoy this    it is like  Being Tired

or some thing         of some Thing

Some Clarity   ,   Clear   Body / mind ,  samething

I weird   i wish

I got A little or medium hang nail

  got to cut off . .

The Way Out . . . of listening ,  Maybe Tear

My dream affects me, A Beauty and Pain

For eyes and Soul, Places Trees Houses . . . Wait.

                    . . .

You agree        Yourself       Do you    ask

I don't care

I Am Particular

Broadway Kitchen

Water, Onions, Bagels, Toast

Wash the dishes with a toothbrush

You know where Time won't go


 - Lyrics by Gregory Wredberg