Sardonic and Smooth

Convulsive laughter ending in death:

Grappled with the tawdry mind of an 18 year old's first day at the beach, finding myself
denoting all that is weak in the spirit and frying it like so much stale spam. The lust of
a green banana; contains all the goodness but not yet ripe, damn. Gorgeous smiles abound
during all of the festivities and yet the struggle ensues carried towards dawn without a single
solitary frost bit nipped idea entwined in the grace of a child's giggle. So much is lost in the moments of serendipity maliciously self indulgent and idealistic with money on the mind and
pretending to be self deprecating meanwhile planning a great disaster for the so many with so little. Giants fight planting the seed of dissimile to better the bank erstwhile killing those who actually plant the seeds to their freedom. So far has it gotten and so strange that it will, pray those who don't and those who will reach down for that little bit of moxy and fight the dinosaur
proxy with no soul, latent in self preservation without notion of true wisdom. The sanctity of the caffeinated soul that bursts with the pleasure of a single beauty standing solemn and honest.
Lets not pretend it's hazy fool.

Drive till its satori...peace on this night.
amen

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Soulstice Pressure Cooker

The moon draws closed the mind with still quiet and cold wind pushing
branches creaking the ice. Far be it for me to exist quietly with the nonsense
machine humming with the effervescence of human stool. Without the wheel
greased we crawl desperately for notoriety and not solitude. Dawning of a gray
monster cloud with all the dreams of children ready to burst a spirited rain despite
the frigid world. It is not only the pursuit of childishness but to embody the blind
passion and swim in the warmth of freedom and energy. Not to slow the aging but to
exist in the memory of chastity posthaste. Never underestimate the greatness of naps.
Never underestimate the speed of solitude raging across the pavements of the rust belt.
Deteriorating piety but the body laments in a bitter and challenged bloodletting that
baptizes into a new day.

Today's post is dedicated to working men and women who have given years to thankless
companies who subsequently squandered a rust belt inheritance that should provide for
millions of people for generations. The united states of America is undergoing a hysterectomy
so lets drink to the doomed generation. God speed.
http://http://rustbeltradical.wordpress.com/
http://http://www.talesfromtherustbelt.blogspot.com/

The paradox of clear thinking

The mind still works...or so I think. The double-entendre of the human condition and the whirling spirit of the eternal creative being seem to be craftily devoid of great direction and maybe that's the point. What is this moment? I tell myself what are you doing? You know what you want to do so why aren't you doing it? This daily struggle to perform at a capacity that is besides me as if in some sort of dream state that is stagnant and crippling. When this reality or existence seems to have chosen me I question with great confusion what is next? I'm sure this is no news to anyone. The moments of quasi-clarity seem to strike only fleetingly when I crawl back into myself. Perhaps those moments are the few brushes with my apparition self the one that parallels strangely as a mocking and sardonic id laudable to nothingness. Sticks and stones can and will kill you. This purge has been brought to you by a blue-collar scholar.

Now on to a different reality. asifun

Compulsory yours,
R

after writing this i stumbled upon this:

When a superior man hears of the Tao,he immediately begins to embody it.When an average man hears of the Tao,he half believes it, half doubts it.When a foolish man hears of the Tao,he laughs out loud.If he didn't laugh,it wouldn't be the Tao.Thus it is said:The path into the light seems dark,the path forward seems to go back,the direct path seems long,true power seems weak,true purity seems tarnished,true steadfastness seems changeable,true clarity seems obscure,the greatest art seems unsophisticated,the greatest love seems indifferent,the greatest wisdom seems childish.The Tao is nowhere to be found.Yet it nourishes and completes all things.

from the Daily Tao for Thurs. Dec 18th

Begin-a-Begin

It is with a touch of disdane or lack of education that I find myself attempting to put it out there...This serves as my first blog type communcation to the soul or id. If thats not reaching
I don't know what is. Many tide has past since I attempted to scribble wayward thoughts with the friction of human nature and the desire to be heard. Prose and stream of concious dribble was a way of life for me for a long time. For so long I couldn't exist without purging my soul in a sketchbook next to some frenetic drawing. I have long loved the postcard as a form of minimalist communication and I sort of view the blog as the same type of snipit or clever short form prose. I was mostly drawn to this by my brother saying " you need to start blogging" as if I had anything important or poignant to say. It is also Henry Rollins' free form and letter writing that has finally cracked the camels hump. Here it is my undressed soul for your feast. We may even find some pearls to choke on.