My God, 

I am so proud of my life

My thoughts 

Memories 

and imagination, 

I feel ridiculous 

I don't know Why

What 

To Do.

The En.

I am Missing 

the end....

Do you want to ride a book to the store, at night, 

and die like a lonely O!-at

meal creampie in a large dumpster, at night?

Digiorno's are good if you're 42, divorced with no kids. 

God's Hell

 Listening to Bear Hides and Buffalo doing data entry at the IRS in Austin, Texas,

God will not help us;

We are alone in Hell.

We are saved, god is in us:

Listen to Jubilee Street Live at Alexandra Palace 2020

 

Anyone's Fault

 is the title, maybe a book or story or personal essay essé

 You could be the Anyone in the story.

I said don't think and you did, for me.

A cat named Zoomer written by Tim

A cat named Zoom written by Tim Wynne

Dreams and things you don't need to read to think

 S R, we must alight in rithm bellends while the astronomical originorder d.... beams and shafts and directionless and sunlike qualities of forever when days are never numbered.

 

GOLD HOUSE BUILDERS

DELAWARE GHOST TOURS

MOTHER   BUSINESSMAN 

ineligible illegible 

a bona fide resident has a principal place of abode

De Puerto Rico 🇵🇷 🇵🇷 🇵🇷 🇵🇷 🇵🇷 🇵🇷 

Lossnetting and Carryforward

Something I'm Not

 https://youtu.be/f7wu6gX2-dQ

Sorry aboot the whining noice thru out... Clever Name 3:15 Sunshine Grows 7:53 Number Eleven 12;50 22 14;10 Afrikazoo 17:22 Do You Wanna...? 20;15 Got'ta Go 21;04 Picky, the Locksmith 23;06 Calm Me Down 23;52 Spiffy Spin08a Bifida 25;31 We Can't All Live in a Zoo 29;50 Appreciate My Apples 31;32 Scary Parts of the World 36;57 CCTV Weather 38;07 Bad Words Shin 38;15 Let's Read Aloud 43;19 Dig a Donut 45;46 Easier Decide 47;42 Demon in the Restaurant 49;45 Colonial Soup Ladle 51;03 Subtle Knife 53;31 Francesca 57;22 Why Don't You Love Me? 57;49 Chicken-Eyed Man 58;54 Didactic Elephant 59;58 Music Tonsil 1;00;50 Something Else 1;04;36 Camp Pies (Can't Lock Your Doors) 1;06;29 Iglootopia 1;07;21 Preacher in the Rain 1;09;36 Bluejay's Gun 1;10;42 Wonderful Ones 1;14;09 Freaking Forever 1;14;41 What's on My Mind 1;33;24 Saw 1;34;01 Thuds 1;35;15 37 1;58;45 38

 

World Part i

 Is   This   Today?

is today today?

It Is Like Today - World Party

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Near the beginning of *The Fourth Stage of Meaning* :

[[ CWL = Collected Works of Lonergan [ Bernard ] ]

... i don’t recall reading Vignette 10 nor any of the Interior Lighthouse essays after reading Bill’s

draft, though I may have. What I recall was revisiting Prehumous 4-8, emailing Mike Shute to ask

him what he was working on, and – thanks to Prehumous 8 – sharing some of CWL 8 The

Incarnate Word (2016) with Bill as possibly relevant to his work-in-progress. I was delighted to

talk to these two about what they were working on because they seemed to be focusing on

what got me seriously interested in Phil in the first place: the fifth chapter of Wealth of Self

(1975), “The Inside-Out of Radical Existentialism.” It was around my twenty-first birthday. I was

a senior philosophy major in Bill’s Theory of Knowing course in the fall of 2010.

By the time we got to that chapter, I had already come to think of “radical existentialism” as

Phil’s name for a habitual focus on the roots of one’s intentionality that would help one in the

revision, maintenance, and formation of one’s habits. The idea came to me in the context of his

clues about the axial period, which ends with an endnote referring the reader to Quaestio 21 of

De Deo Trino II (1964):

Here one may move to the positive aspects of the fruit of methodology: for

self-attentive methodology offers man the possibility of getting to grips with his meaning

at its focus. Existentialism and historical consciousness have succeeded in underlining

man’s creativity of his own essence. That emergent essence is centrally on the level of

mind, and the more man appreciates the nature of the emergence of meaning, the more

adequately will he contribute creatively to that emergence. That appreciation will enable

him to move from a state of spontaneous use of his intelligence in his doing to a level of

intelligent guidance of that use.2

2

Ibid., p. 8.

1

Ibid., p. 8.

1

Before figuring that much out, I recall vividly, with the music of Rage Against the Machine in the

background, reading the words “my interest is in the abolition of slavery of minds at its roots.”

3

It was important to me that Phil talked about me getting a grip on myself in the context of

history getting a grip on themselves. But it wasn’t until reading “The Inside-Out of Radical

Existentialism” that I realized what I was doing with Phil, in spite of his claim in the

introduction’s endnotes that he would be restricting our “considerations to historical reality in

its nonreligious dimensions,”

4 was deeply religious.

- by Robert-Gabriel Aaron Mundine

and Philip McShane

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In the summer of 2005, I went on a trip with my church youth group to host a “vacation Bible school” in a rural community near Santa Fe, New Mexico. My MP3 player was loaded with Demon Days (2005), Steal This Album (2002), Lateralus (2001), Ænima (1996) to name some of the memorable albums. Lyrics like “oh green world/ don’t desert me now / made of you and you of me / but where are we?” and “your sacred silence, losing all violence/ stars in their place, mirror your face / I need to find you, I need to seek my innervision” and “I embrace my desire to / swing on the spiral / of our divinity and / still be a human” and “I've been crawling on my belly / clearing out what could've been / I've been wallowing in my own confused / and insecure delusions / for a piece to cross me over / or a word to guide me in / I want to feel the changes coming down / I want to know what I've been hiding / in my shadow” were very powerful, moving images for me in my search for the meaning of life. Incidentally, I met an older teenager our first day in the village we were visiting who was interested in Shakespeare, the Mars Volta, and shamans. Romero and I got along very well, and I spent as much time as I could with him during our stay, even though my girlfriend was on the trip too. He guided me in exercises in paying attention to the sights and sounds and smells of natural things, in using my imagination, with the assistance of rhythmic drumming, to journey into the underworld, and in keeping track of these exercises in a journal. He talked to me about how he was raised Catholic, but found this way of exploring inner space, seeking the invisible essences of things, and meeting the Spirit within more helpful, and it was okay because this Spirit is the core of all the great religions. All of these intimations of meaning were held together for me by Alex Grey’s Dissectional album art for Lateralus, which had been a seriously puzzling image for me. When it was time for me to go back to Texas, he gave me his copy of the book he had learned all this from. I cannot recommend the book now, but it allowed me to continue what I had started in New Mexico. Without my friend’s enthusiasm, I couldn’t take the “vision quests” seriously very much longer, although I liked the drumming, but I continued to tune my senses, focus on 4 Ibid., p. xvi, en. 5. 3 Ibid., p. xiv. 2 the aliveness of things, and try to make contact with the Spirit within, and I made a point of doing my spiritual exercises outside in the field behind my house. The following year, I worked my way through Betty Edwards’ Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain (1979). Besides becoming better at drawing, finding greater delight in visual art, growing in my appreciation of modern art, and learning to notice more visual details in my environment, I learned to notice what I see rather than what I thought I saw. Initially this sensitized me to the messiness of my visual spread, which presented far more strange lines and irregular shapes than straight lines and geometrical shapes, especially when I went from inside my house to outside in the field. The year after that, my interest in Radiohead led me to read The Crying of Lot 49 (1965). The meaning of the novella promised to me “a real alternative to the absence of surprise to life that harrows the head of everybody you know.” The silence of the Holy Spirit before Pentecost is a theme of the book, and thanks to passages like the following, I began to wonder about not just my intent to contact the Spirit within, but the Spirit’s intent to contact me:

Sign of the Seahorse

 

"It was fun though, I thought it was fun"

 

 Don't wanna be a shithead when I die.

Wanna be good to them who survive....

Don't wanna be a shithead when I'm dead.

Wanna live in their memory, bright and blessed.

This is all worth the wait.

This is all worth your pain.

~ Some words once Aaron said in front of his house . . . 

A Free Write

 

Look out, here comes the very good person.

I must away for the yung leen beef Patty's are dreaded from meals to JuiceLand, If in you want to know

Kill very old google dots

Kiss dead beans

Look at this water, wayyy too limey, You are a fruit, Yes, dear Diet blood from the Yangest sweet reopener

I died for sins. I cried in circles, but the yew dreams of traps.

Kirist has all His growin' glowin'     [   Its Love for you   ] 

like pop cycles

Little orange teeth on the Cold icicle drivin' down to the Prophet's Prices

I am God prince, my yewwol    Health forgot to heal departments, they all said free from who, you know who.

So, Perfect ass, hold the Oligarch, nearer flames - feet and candles - sitting all day, await the bloated death, Perfect ass, fire under yous, sit on the Thrones, no damned dragons, No Mas TV shows - TB

I relinquish

Be it so....

Time Will Not Survive Us

 I saw really pretty light orange flowers a couple inches above the soul... soil.

What is wrong with me? 

Who am I? 

What am I doing? 

What is right with me?

 

Host of Your Wilderness

God wants me

b be beh better.

{ the beginning of a sentence or the omniscient omnippotent reverent Creator ? 

> 2 coconut belvita and 2 probiotic gummies  - Purple and Yellow  , A photograph

It kinda encapsulates the nonstop onslaught of thoughts memories and expectations

{ Ben's My Friend , sun kil moon 

. . . .

Begin Another Time

 [ start again - bishop allen ]

The Sun is setting and I'm sleeping later than late.

I am a cow but my man is not a wood.

I'm feelin feelin ways I never thought I should.

The Summer's settin'

 

Out with me, like God's Angels edging for a quiet heavenly eternity.

Mouths may as well be babies. Whole bodies seem to be one another's, through and through... forever, or something like it.

We are light we are nothing

 1 something am

 

https://youtube.com/shorts/ounUaO67EjM?feature=share

 Christian gods in cosmic goo

all alone in her perfect reality , black as absence ,

We are newly born.

Tatanjle

Tatanjle's thoughts sway and dangle like no other, out on under dimensions directing our beautiful members, then Before Aforementioned shine like liquid oil like g babies of animals not yet invented by God or more advanced Institutional becomings of After.

GG

 A good girl roams out of her land owner's complex system of gates and walls and ceilings. The tallest trees loom over her and her black electric hair, two feet at the tips. Green leaves take fire all over her scenery and her eyes' level, rustic colors, old stone, craftspeople have died here long ago.

GG activates lightning in the mind then continues pattering her toes and soles on the flat brown slightly dusty floor of Earth. 

"I better," she says.

Supreme or Supreme both

Dual One

A Duel among Friends 

a jazz piano opus

ala john colt

Ane 

It

A knee in the Temple. 

?

 Beige world no one body, being

"I stand corrected " vampire weekends 

Missing care, teeth that cannot leave 

Visible People 

Smells Like a Rental 

1. Wish You Were Sadder
2. Your Guaranteed Home
3. Water Sweat

 Can I come over at 10 tomorrow. I'll have to leave before 12, going to my stomach with the women in the endless hours I have gotten to the point where X was the head and looked me up to the sky heavy and the other Ladies were cast this way they were to the edge and they all waited for a basic reason is not safe and they were not in a while back to the battlefield this morning in the past and future pain is not safe for us and we will be my best friend to help him out of the snow and he was distracted with his right eye at the end. He had a worried tin nit and a few nights in his life that were sparked to be the same color and the way he did it is the number one of them to some sex noises and they can turn themselves and the other Ladies in their wives and the other Ladies and the other.

Bored Girl's Suicide Blood

bored girls

bored girls

knitted sweaters

Blind Bird swallows a cullable human blond human grey Ghost

The New York city cringe

Office Hours with Tim Heidecker (OHL Ep 213 7/14/22)

As Yellow as a Nirvana , Zen trance sendance , eternal reward : The Wedding of Jesus , the blue sky , coloring book clouds

I was walking slow push a shopping Trolley thru the east side of Wal-Mart in Bastrop, Texas with my mom. - Bad Food

only items made and shipped from faraway china, human right swatch all around the Earth

It's only fluorescent lights

igby goes down

it's back

middle of An afternoon at My house, the TV is On

- - 16 hours a day for fifteen and a half years

The left Sun went away

I was a brownie, we needed a little wanted rain

It came.

Wow, factor 11 and green the time of the Future, Maybe if you want.

washed eye

washed eye

brain turned off

a lone soul

prick under finger

She says Her

  - - - Said it.

Like Tom Waits and Stranger Things

If you walk to the southern edge of the Catskills,

don't give me a chance to cry at your heels.

If you fly like a second-class demon,

what is the name of the ugliest woman?

He does not wake with the moon wing.

The rising sun of Africa

Did you hear and feel the fear of the music and such?

You might stain your fingers.

The feeling of a tall strait tree trunk breaking in half

A spinal cord pressurized in the concrete floor

As it dries completely over 24 hours. 

I lie in, the semi-fancy ruffled Paris Guest bed

A fat silk worm, 200 pounds of wriggling food

A week's worth of flesh

Bodies angle for a catch

Our waters are not deep enough yet

The misleading serene surface of the lake

A nylon line, String, steel hook, shining morning sun, boldly overheating, tangled and frustrated beyond recognition or Breath, Wasted these moments

Unsatisfying

What have We

What Do we

An overlooked forest of reddish brown disgust

In a trial period rust on the brain, happy friend

Take them outback and set them 

To the path towards Gregory eternal 

Bones correct, never a pain, Heaven's at home

However, I meant what now

I mean.

Does it justice?

The meanings Them selfs . . . .

The bloods of sum Innocent Men

The Whites of my "best friend sin"

So Me, so me.

Sunny Lung, not reconstituted or redoubted

 

 

Singing a Song to Think to Know What Is "in" My Mind

A deep sigh

I rearrange particles in my mind

to find out how the liquid of life is blessing my disguises

to rediscover a bloody image in the fiction of the fracture of the Christ.

I make his name up out of the particles which I invented to be my purpose

in the life of this Mind. It wakes up; it goes to sleep; the water wakes up with me.

I try to find a little liquid in the tinyness of crying for dreams.

They don't know what they are to be, but they must seem to themselves,

the tiny dreams that we always figure out.

To find their own names they make themselves seen.

To be seen they must know before, so that they can go where we will always know

how to become what I have

forgotten to be.

My name written on the edge of the sky.

He makes the bloody frame, disguised as my own liquid.

I must confess the rest is down to the historical fiction he writes for himself

in the Mind which we all Love,

so we must know and we must know This.

The End

https://youtu.be/fySMd2JFGgk

God needs my little Word on his lips.

Don't make a mistake, God, don't forget.

God kisses me. God misses me.

God, make me prove my worth.

God in Heaven, God on Earth

God, give us what we finally deserve.

A Never, Always Want Story - Post Wimbledon

for 7 hours, Her kids sit or play on the side of the court, and eat lunches.

A futuristic airplane lands on the court and We get on, tired and well and , obviously , beautiful .

It's like an alien spaceship.

We fly to a nice green village, and live forever, best friends and lovers, best fulfilling lives possible.

Foundations to decrease world suck and increase never forgetting to be awesome. Always being more and more awesome

Better than anywon was

The End

. . . .

These Things Will Make Me Okay

 Lavender Smoke and Starbux Cocoa

I am listening to Crystal Lane by Soror Dolorosa

I'm

Growin Older. I'm

not worth Your Time  I guess.

The Ken Burns Benjamin Franklin made me a bit horny ,  I almost cried ,  like most times ...

I drank a coffee quickly

I ate Chelsea's leftover vegetable tempura with soy sauce.

It made me feel like America  [ my past, I am a child, My Family, all of my nonsense memories ]

It made me and my future seem possible   [ people care for people ,  and  Take Care of Me ] 

[ and All Others ]

It made me an acceptable small beautiful cog

we are all wanting and trying ,  at least a little bit

we are all worth Some thing

We can all Do Something

I do not know What or How

But we are why:

They Are Why

The

End

 Go back away

                Go back awaayy.

He's gotta try to bleed on himself.

He's gotta take It back to us.

 I'm on vacation ... again.

I'm gonna sleep with a mother hen.

I'm gonna peck out the eyes of the innocent ... children.

I am travelin' thru my bloody feelin'.

I will build an old-school Spanish architectural outdoor Arcade out of fire and my own intuition.

I am very far away to practice a sin.

Stop for nothing doin' Nothin'

I am always still Home ... again.

She almost explicitly tells us, in Station Eleven, what matters in our lives, what really lasts, what's really beautiful.

Small visible reminders of the growing number of poor struggling people

- Andee and Hilbert

She fundamentally improved my relationships with reading and writing.

[:

Broken Moon, Flat Hole

I was born to be

Bro-Ken.

Sunday School'll [can] made us

Whole Again.

 From experience 

please check it all. 

I lost my brother in a similar place to a peace of rusty old angle bar. 

PLEASE be vigilant.

[ from a comment under a video about an "abandoned river" ]

 

Gallo y Caballo

. . . .

End of the story:

Will you save or not save  .... a lil goat

In Spanish .... una cabrita ?

Constitutional Remembering

    Rice Paddy 4 fell to Comrad Soviet Blood at 431 p.m. local time. His long messy beard was streaked with green poisonous fertilizer, witnesses reported.

    I coagulated myself in a padded office chair on the war room table, put a red pushpin in the middle of my forehead which was the center of Iran and totally forgot the book, the page, the note, the Word.

The End

  Tyler quinn bot his mom a bucket of roses, No Holly ;

"someone" smelled of Fried Chik N

I can go back to wherever I was born 

Seven days a week

I leave myself alone. 

Gimme the snacks

I never ask for.

Bloodycome on my face;

I am a disgrace

to the humanity

what happened to me what happened to you what happened to me what happened to us?

I am like the cusp on the I slaughtered the Pig on the Mule's back

and the Lamb ate my fingers off.

Joker Wins a Quarterfinal, Mom Talks with Carlos

You need to stop alone

and get a gun

and go back

to where you were born.

https://youtu.be/YNV_NVbfDHs?t=738

Takin' my time, takin' my self out

Of all equations are Neutral....

Doesn't make me different 

Doesn't make me different 

You should be good, you should be them

In our Cartilage 

In our bar which serves Root Beer

          Americans who serve hower power Hart

          Ford, financial dependence.

That is not a case

How good this is.

Goodlife, goodnight

Shed my chandelier

A " GoodChild "

Space to Grow

A Covered Grandson

Sweet Water Rice Canyon

A Potato Gun which takes photos   [The Tourist HBO Max]

A Wounded Bundeslag

 eating a wild ladybug

https://youtu.be/RF9SULnbMNc?t=314 

 

You want to eat breakfast?

I am going outside to ACC, to teach a class about peas, and carrots, sometimes they don't grow but we eat them when they are in the dirt holes. 

ACC means Austin Community College; I was born in Austin, Texas; I teach children as old as twenty five years old. They know things I do not know. They know thinkgs I'll never know.

You cannot predict

or even remember your life. You are like a tiny dot in the spiral of Sand Time....

summer mornings as warm as the fall

A Small Hall

 

 

ahhhh    my night sky is a candle    ahhhh

ahhhh    my night sky is a candle    ahhhh

ahhhh    my night sky is a candle    ahhhh

N Is Black Is Beauty

N's love my c h

Ninjas love my Christmas Happiness.

I'm a white racist woman of the American South.

I'm a ninja hore.

N is Black is Beauty

I go to Vegas for 4 months,

sell my body to some dumb cunts,

get funked and almost raped,

but I make big bank.

I go back to the Louisiana-Mississippi border.

I'm only an hour from the ocean.

I sit on the beach and stare at the Gulf.

I stare at the Gulf and sit on the Beach,

sand between my cheeks....