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God Begot Me

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bible when i can

write my own







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This is for everyone that wants to understand me or for anyone that does and wants to know me better.

I am a poet. I am a writer. I am a dreamer. I am no longer a student and not yet a master. I wander the realms of the mind listening to Kanye West and Beth Orton. I love contemporary music and feel that I have peers in artistry that I am working to elevate my work to the level of so that one day Iwould have the pleasure of meeting artists who may respect my work and would find me interesting as well. How often do poets rank in the eyes of painters or musicians? I would like to know.

I have been hospitalized ten times in the last ten years for mental illness. I believe that my condition stems from my interactions with my environ-ment and my time spent alone listening to music for countless hours on

end and time spent in solitude writing and being creative. When presented with large groups of people I feel uncomfortable if not a bit sad. I stare at all of this and wonder where the artists are and why there are so few of them per general population.

I firmly believe that our purpose on earth is not to worship god but to cre-ate art and to create art that celebrates not god but to create art that cel-ebrates us, the earthlings. I believe that if we believed in each other the way we believed in God we would be GOOD! I share zero belief in any deity withyou, I believe we are at the pinnacle of civilization and that it is up to us to build the precipices we wish to conquer.


Why do I need you bible when I can write my own? To all of the people fol-lowing the people who preach from books they never wrote , about people they never met, about events they never witnessed, this is for you. These are modern writings written from a man who has seen the world, been tojail, been to psych wards. I still write, I still live, I still thrive, I still breathe. I still exist. Now read this and step into the Information Age.

that greatest poem of mine poem

I am searching for the words to heal my mind as my lungs pull in the universe one breath at a time, giving my consciousness the moments it needs to unwind these lines of writing that I find strung together like pearls.

These words are like worlds orbiting through our collective mind, that we are daily training to refine and collapse into syllables to be pushed through our mouthpieces, as our mind’s eyes work to speak their visions into being shaping surroundings like “Oh my! What have we done?!”

It looks like we have begun to understand the power of our tongue and are working on discovering the secrets of the sun!

As we are all that is and all that is us.

The moments of eternity have found their ways into our veins that course through our systems of sonnets as our poetic natures collide and create our destiny while we all make movements with our manuscripts etched into our cerebral tissues that are working to raise the con-sciousness of an entire fucking generation!

We are deliberating on new ways to collaborate with the cosmos so that one day we can collec-tively open our eyes and see the sunrise shin-ing over a city of sentience that is collec-tively reaching for the highest heights and the streets are paved with knowledge, while people walk with purpose building a future that can stretch into our dreams and pull out our col-lective majesty here in this queen city that is the birthplace of brilliance and vision…

ideas that we hope to watch grow up and attain greatness and morph into adult bodies with mature thoughts and powerful aspirations and an appreciation for the community that gathers around the microphone.

It happens to be a beautiful tradition unfold-ing before our eyes where mortals flex their strength becoming spirits with a message.

As there may not be angels but thank the stars for the poets who burn with desire and determi-nation to mine these words for meaning.

We are seeing what happens when we collect our thoughts and think weeks before we speak embed-ding messages into creation, marking our exist-ence like a flag in this land because you were here and i was here and we were here and that means something and to me something is some-thing and something is definitely better than nothing and when I come searching for the words to uplift my soul i come here where everyone comes to share their something and there’s no better something than what comes from the mouth of the poets.

The people whom are seeking to know the unknow-able and who observe reality with a beauti-

ful heart and those poets come here and share their wisdom and custom nuggets of knowledge that help make it easier to make it through the day at least that’s what happens to me so yeah I have been searching for the words to heal my mind and maybe this mic is just what i needed to find.

that sweetest sarah kay poem

With the purest voice in the poetry community untainted by ego or absurdity and who tells the softest stories with the greatest strength Sarah , you refresh the name as the most Sarah of the Sarah’s and there are quite a few …

The minds you inspire will only bring joy to the world. Isn’t it about time that a voice emerges and why shouldn’t that voice be you? We should all be so lucky as to be in the same room as you at some point. You defy all laws of egotism and shout to the mountains that your voice is pure, all of existence can reform itself when someone like you steps into existence and these English words are so filled with pain and anguish but you seem to know how to care and caress the words that we work with and respin them into their most positive forms.

For when the English language leaves your lips it’s hard to admit that it has never sounded so beautiful.

You provide a reason to pick up the new words of the season as they are whatever you wish them to be because out of all of the sounds of infinity you bring reason to make a poet want to speak only the words that would make you smile.

Thank you for your depth of character and thank you for your tender voice.

The world can be a dark place but with you here it has to improve be-cause the standard you set leaves us no choice but to aspire to work to elevate our words to a higher plane that can fly like diatribes in the rain and maybe you are the rainbow we have been waiting for that is bright as thefullest colors of the spectrum and from the depths of my soul I promise we will work for you, while we let you know that some good deeds are as powerful as the sun.

thank you Sarah and may all your days be golden as you brighten the days with your powerful shine.

It’s as if you have been here before but I think you knew that so wel-come back and thank you for your poetry because an old fashioned voice never goes out of style, So Sarah where have you been, even Gaia is looking for you to ask to be your friend?

that that charles would have agreed poem

You can feel poetry inside your veins it’s what you go to the store to look for, it’s the nourishment that is supplemental. Poetry is the red pill and poetry is not the blue pill. Poetry is what the agents were try-ing to stop inside the matrix. Poetry is something a computer could write butpoetry is something a computer could never define. Poetry is

something that will eventually spawn the emergence of true A.I. Poetry is confusing and yet poetry makes perfect sense once you have tran-scended. Poetry is after the rapture and yet poetry is also not Christian. Poetry is the nuclear missiles that I have between my toes. Poetry is a perfectmouth. Poetry is a perfect aureole. Poetry is pinching that very same teat. Poetry is sexy because poetry is love. Poetry is something that you can only experience. Poetry is scary the way that monster trucks are scary when you think for a moment that people go in droves to see thesemonstrous machines crush all the little cars. Poetry is like that.

Poetry is a writer that is slacking on his prose. Poetry is a manifesto that is always waiting to be written. Poetry is a little group of people who love each other and can’t wait to have their writing read by each other. Poetry is group love without the awkwardness. Poetry is some-thingthat I wish I never learned about and yet poetry is what makes me. Poetry is always coming out of me, poetry never stops. Poetry was surprised when the universe got started. Poetry is a cigarette in the mouth of an infant and poetry is that infant being smart enough to light it.Poetry is maturation of the mind. Poetry is the menstrual

cycle of an emu. Poetry is something that never ends because when one writer stops, another picks up the pen.


that watch the nips poem

She used my nips

Like etch a sketch wheels and drew a smile on my face, then she shook

shook shook shook me until I was a blank slate. Now the moment is heated and we have decided

another human we should create.


that childrens names poem Let your children name themselves.

Break with the current modes of existence

and reclaim that which you find moving through your mantra. Sleep less and dream more.

Push yourself to the limits of imagination. Cross the barrier and encapsulate your dharma; your mediation your sovereign nation,

your space to call your own. Equate with the galaxy and

spend time growing so that you can understand the changing rate of time to be released

into the future only to be sent back to us as unfinished.

Unwanting of broken machinery,

we are to present the future versions of ourselves,

that we call our lives, with manufactured organisms of logic, technological creations that we truly need.

Step into the lab and craft combinations of letters into organisms that you can then use to obliterate unchanging modes of dialogue.

Arguments being argued day in and day out for no reason other than to pass on the tradition of “argumentation.”

A relic of tradition long gone in perfect circles of communities

of poets that train to refrain from destroying all that you hold dear. We hold the power of your language fastened to the ends of ancient spears

that we are daily sharpening and waiting to send into the cosmos as we ride the tails of our words into the beyond beyond absurd where carefully crafted metaphors come and heal the wounds incurred by centuries of evolution in destructive directions

that you don’t have to believe in

because the truth does not need your belief to exist.

You only need to develop your interface to the cosmos so that you can push the boundaries of the unseen

into arenas you’ve never breached that are not outside of your reach.

Just pull them in and see for yourself that which you need to see.


This is the new millennium … prepare yourself.


that cincinnati calendar poem

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday and Someday

You might not want to talk to me on Monday You might not want to look at me on Tuesday You might not want to hear me on Wednesday You might want to ignore me on Thursday Youmight want to yell at me on Friday

You might want to fire me on Saturday

You might want to watch me get rained on, on Sunday but on Someday

Yeah, Someday

We’ll get together and have a barbecue and eat chicken wings in homemade barbecue sauce, and little kids will be running around laughing, and there will be honey dew melon and watermelon and even though I don’t like it musk melon and grapes and turkey legs and ribs,and ribs and ribs and the kinds of ribs that have the thick part of the meat at one end, and we’ll give each other advice on how to raise our kids and maybe we’ll try and work out that really hard math problem that we all forgot how to do but little Martin needs to find thatanswer to before class on Monday and we’ll all sit down and have a nice meal together on double paper plates because just one isn’t thick enough, and then well send the kids to bed and we’ll pass around the blunt and play some music and kick back in the vibe and realize thatits Someday and yeah Someday is always the day that this happens and I love someday because it’s my favorite day of the week and then on

Monday you might want to steal my car and on Tuesday you might want to kick me in the shins and on

Wednesday you might want punch me in the stomach and on Thursday you might want to break into my apartment and on Friday you might want to poke me in the eye and on

Saturday you might want to bitch slap me with the back of your hand and on


Sunday you might want to bitch slap my girlfriend with the back of your hand but

Someday comes around and again

and now we’re in the park and were staring at the stage while all the poets that have been doing poetry for years are performing their hearts out still and a couple young poets are up on stage trying out some new pourings out of the heart and they’re maybe 18 years old and maybe this is their firsttime performing and they’re nervous and we’re sitting back and watching and remembering why we started writing poetry in the first place, because we had something to say and no one to listen us, and so we wrote, and our grandmothers are sitting in plastic lawn chairs and our parents arestanding their watching us perform again and our children are in the front row sitting cross legged and watching us perform and the mayor is there and so are a couple ministers and maybe some people that found out about the event and didn’t want to miss a great show and it’s our Woodstock, theone where there aren’t any fires and there aren’t beatings and there are just real chill cats who found a real chill answer just doing what makes sense because this

makes sense and that’s all the reason we need to be doing it and then on

Monday you might want to shoot me in the heart and then on Tuesday you might want to stab me in the back and then on Wednesday you might want throw a grenade at my feet and then on Thursday you might want me to step on a land mine and then on Friday you might want to push me offof a tall building and then on Saturday you might want to give me an uppercut to the chin and then on

Sunday you might want to throw acid on me and then Someday comes around

and for some reason more people than have ever come together before all come to the Stadium and fill it up and we all agree that we’re not leaving until we get something worked out, until we get everything off of our chest and speak everything that we need to hear to everyone that we want tohear it and we finally solve our problem that we know our city has because this is getting old and this is getting tiring and its someday and someday is the one day of the week when something like this is possible and Someday is the day of the week when dreams come


true, why because its Someday, that day of the week dreams always come true.

And that’s what happens on someday and it doesn’t ever matter what day of the week it is but then it doesn’t matter because no matter what day of the week it is because were always waiting for someday to come around and sweep us off of our feet like we always know it will and everysomeday, some cats that I know all get together and we have a stiff drink and smile, today is Someday, so what do you want to do?

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday and yeah man, definitely, Someday.


that even cupid quits poem

I sling arrows I found at Cupid’s garage sale, and my quiver is quite full.

I reach back and rip one away!

because someone’s going to fall in love today.


that what do you expect from me poem When you don’t expect anything from me I’ll surprise you. When your expecting everything from me I’ll disappoint you.

Never thought you’d find a revolutionary behind these eyes, but that just happens to be the case.

You might see a leader rise up out of me.

I am crafting a better day and I really want to say

“Come and sit with me and it will be okay.”

followed by

“We can commune and then go back to work.”

Happy that we found a moment where we laughed like jesters, dined like kings on symphonious conversation that brought us close to the edge of elation inebriated on simple verbication.

Word for word we passed the energy back and forth sifted through laughter and tears, we shifted gears, planned a moment beautiful and calm. We floated palm to palm riding out the storm that started to fall. Rain soaking all our pores, washing away every spot that’s sore.

We lock lips and start to explore the only idea we understand in this universe.

Skin to skin we start to begin the motion that allows us to transcend. Now we’re living in the lion’s den.

We have a mighty sword that shines like lightning, through these sub par analogies, I apologize that I couldn’t be a better poet.

Just let me change the world So that I can close my eyes and softly die knowing that I lived.


that sitting on my sanity poem I sat on the front porch of my sanity

and wondered why I left the back porch light on, maybe because I wanted to leave the door

open so that I could go inside my mind and swim around my cerebral cortex where I store my morning glories

that shine several hours before I awaken because my dreams have been forsaken and so I keep my eyes shut to fight

the demons that glow so bright

and the angels are the keepers of the light because they have capitalistic tendencies and even God can’t figure out a way

to make everything free

so even in my dreams God charges me a fee so that I can buy a ticket

that takes me back to reality

where you can charge me for where I live and everywhere I go they charge me they charge me

they charge me full of energy

so that when I charge back we can topple their chemistry with 6 billion credit cards

making purchases on the very same day that we began to own the cosmos

that is only worth something gift wrapped in galaxies

and they just finished my transaction so here comes my receipt

and I leave a tip for God because I love the language that I speak.


Blind and Delilah the cool cult

Cool: a state of knowing why you should care, and ironically not.

Warm: A state of knowing how many people are cool, shaking your head in a little bit in slight disgust, and then being counter through actually caring.

Rated R: No one under 21 can read this. Rated R+: No on over 45 can read this with out college student permission. Beginning of story: The Northside Tavern is where the beautiful people of Cincinnati reside on the nightly nightly nightly, nightly. The tavern sits in the spot middle ofliberal Cincinnati, where eyes look for eyes and skin looks for skin. This night the Lucid Delinquents are playing their futuristic Pink Floyd inspired ballads as they traverse the sound scapes of ambient music loops, tweaked out lead guitars, softer than jazz drums, and a lead singer whospins lyrics around the hearts of everyone that is listening. In the middle of the place there is a velvety, crimson colored couch that “If” and a woman named Delilah are laying across each other on. At this very moment, “If” is rolling up a nice tripnosic Salvia Divornum inspired cigarette.

“I remember you saying you’ve never experienced the Divornum?” queried If.

“No baby, I’m interested though, I’ve heard good things. “ responded Delilah.

“Definitely.” said IF

“I could use something intense tonight.” said Delilah.

“Definitely. You’ll enjoy it, just remember that it happens quick and just remember to stay calm no matter how intense it gets, you’ll still have your inner voice that doesn’t change. You’re in for a bit of time travel, my dear.” spoke If. On the table in front of If, were a pack of Marlboro Light’sand a small plastic purple hinged duplet filled with 35x extract.


If was slowly put¬ting his voodoo on this paper, tobacco, and divor-num. He was mid-spliff at this point, carefully rolling up another gateway to the nebulous regions of the cerebral cortex.

He was happy to be sharing this natural technology with Delilah. A bit surprised that she wanted to take part, he had planned on going on a solo mission to another dimension while the Delinquents were playing, but since she seemed like a beat to If and since she was curious, he figures that tonighthe can be a comfortable co-pilot and introduce someone else to one of the doorways of the absurd.

The joint is rolly rolled and he hands it to her. She thanks him. Kisses If on the cheek and reaches back to the very first time a mammal inhaled the fumes of the foliage of a forest after a lighting strike and realized that some¬times when cellulose is burned, new patterns of synapse connections aremade and for the sensitive minded person, the illusion is broken. The illusion of social structure and the illusion of television and the breakdown of the shoddy inspired never ending commercial art expo that is in constant rotation across all mediums 24 hours a day 7 days a week 365 days a year.

She begins to push down a plastic button that ignites a stream of butane sending up a small dancing tongue of flame that starts the chemical reactions that enable Delilah to stare through and experience the lens that the chemicals that were entering her lungs were creating.

Every moment builds on every moment that precedes it. Eons from our po¬tential as a powerful conscious species , we ingest the chemicals that ignite our passion and spark our intellect just as Delilah is doing at this very moment. She would have a new moment to build on, after this, a newmemory, a new experience, a new construct of reality to compare to the baseline, the same bass line that the Delinquents were strumming majestically.

She begins to lean to the side, If wraps his arm around her and kisses the top of her head. It has begun. She is being passed through over shaped hands as the power of the music begins to flutter in front of her. She has nothing to say and it doesn’t matter anyways, because the Salvia won’t let her talkanyways, just a pure powerful experience floats


behind her eyes and through her skin. It’s a moment just for her and just as soon as it has begun it is over and she looks If in the eyes and just smiles.

“What did it feel like?” asked If.

“It felt like I was being passed through time and was being shown infinity as though this right here right now, is but the least amount of truth that we understand. Everything that I am melted into a blather of skin and sweat and I honestly felt this powerful sensation of compre-hending the factthat the universe doesn’t surround me, but that I and the universe are one. There isn’t a difference between the universe and me, and because I am conscious and because I am a part of the uni-verse, the universe is conscious, I have the blood of the universe in me, we all do. The blood onearth is the blood of the universe, the hearts on earth are the hearts of the universe, we are as much a part of the uni-verse as the stars and the moon and the asteroids. We are the force that feels the universe and the passing of time. We are proof that the uni-verse is conscious. Fuck man we arethe proof. We are the aliens that we are looking for, we are the mystery that we are trying to solve. We are it, and it with limitless potential. If, we are it. We are the first conscious voices the universe has ever known. This is our universe. This is all ours. This is our species only chance toclaim the kingdom. We are this and this deserves us and is us. We are looking at our imagination that is neverending. We are looking at our potential in time. I heard a voice telling me that we are supposed to strive for something perfect and that perfection is our collective human goal. Weare the universe If, If, we are that special. We are that amazing. We are that everything. We are the potential of the Universe. We are the hands and the eyes of the Universe. We are what the universe sees, we are the memory of the universe. We just are, If, we are just that special. Does thatmake sense? “

“Shhh. I know. This is the music of the universe. Try and see it with your ears. Try and look at the music Delilah. It’s a nice universe. The television might not be the best part of the Universe, but this right here, right now at the Northside Tavern. Well, this is perfect. We’re holding eachother, the music is playing, we both know we can dig deep into the ether of conversation , and yeah Delilah. Welcome to Consciousness.”


laughed If.

“Its good to be here. I like your velour shirt. Its fuzzy. That was amazing though. I have spent my whole life thinking of the sky as being up there, but the sky really starts right here in front of me. I have always thought that the sun was over there, way up in the sky, but we’re in the sun because wecan see it and we can feel it. We are inside the sun If. Were not just looking at it, were inside it. We can see the moon, but we are in the sun. I don’t remember what it was like before I was born but I think it will be similar to what it is like after I die. I’m here right now, aren’t I If. This is real isn’t it?This is real isn’t it. This is real isn’t it. This is real isn’t it. This is real isn’t it. This is real isn’t it. This , all of this, it’s real.“ philosophized Delilah.

“Delilah, yeah. This is oh so real. This is real like, all there is real, this is real like there are infinite options real. This is real like if our genera¬tion survives the arguments of the generations that came before us, well, if we can survive their taxation on abusing absolute power, well we have a chanceto do something amazing you know? You said that the Universe is ours? It is. We’re the first generation that has the tools to go in that direction. We can start it. We just have to hide our dreams in a safe place, wait for time to take care of the problem of the people that are older than us, and whenyou feel inside yourself that you are power-ful enough to stand up to their authority. When you are powerful enough, start unleashing your dream. The younger generations, they want to see people that care. So just care. Avoid all the people that don’t care and just care and spend time with peoplethat care. It’s a hard time for people that care, there aren’t many of us. “ said If.

“Yeah. That’s why you do this, isn’t it? It’s like I was just pulled outside of everything I have ever known and now I know there is something else. I like you so much.” said Delilah.

“I like you so much too. You don’t need to see it all the time, you don’t want to see it all the time, you just need to know it’s there. “ said IF

“Let’s just sit and listen for a while. “ said Delilah.

With that she nestled up against If and the two of them relaxed. Delilah 23

leaned her head back and gave If a soft kiss on the neck. If gave her a slow hug and pulled her closer. Right now, they were doing what they wanted to do since the first time they saw each other months ago. They don’t even know how many times they touched eyes at the local shows in thescene, they became experts at smiling at each other at the shows and they built up a romantic tension. A silent game being played by two people that were in the same scene but weren’t in each other’s scene. The Lucid Delinquents are covered in sweat and the lead singer, Almedo as hecalls himself, has his shirt off , revealing his thin tight frame, the kind of frame that only lead singers have and his long hair harkens back to a time period when musicians paved the way to social consciousness and creative enlightenment. The time when musicians were shamans and livedmusical lifestyles and didn’t just participate in some kind of lyrical computerized fashion show. There was a time before the glossy magazines and the professional gossips, just like there was a time before the glossy musicians.

These Lucid Delinquents, well they always made If feel like Woodstock could be just around the corner at any moment, not the Woodstock of Fire and Embarrassment but the Woodstock of Aquarius and Promise. Not the generational criminal insanity but the pinnacle of a generation ofeuphoria. The memory everyone wishes they had, instead of the memory everyone wishes they could forget. The Delinquents finish, give their grand finale and as they strum their last note, an ebony colored woman steps up and gives a shirt back to Almedo, she is his girlfriend.

If looks down at Delilah and she looks up at him and they give each other another soft squeeze together. They head outside. They are both trying to coyly discern a way to keep the night alive for themselves.

If and Delilah are both standing in front of the NorthSide Tavern.

If pipes up. “This was nice. Good music, good people, good vibes. I dig that.”

Delilah Laughs. “ You dig it?”

“Yeah I dig it.” said If. 24

Delilah just laughs. “ You would say “Dig.”

“Who are you? It’s taken me a long time to craft this vocabulary. Each word is carefully selected for both flavor and perfection.” said If.

“Yeah, so, are we going to keep this party going?” asked Delilah.

“When do you have to be up?” asked If.

“I work late, so whenever.” said Delilah.

“Then how about this, let’s go hang out and listen to music at whoever has the most songs on their playlist?” said If.

“Or we could just go to your place and listen to some music.” said Delilah.

“We can do that. I have some nice speakers and it’s a little known fact that one of my favorite hobbies is staring at the ceiling listening to music with the lights off, except for the colors of my glowing screen that I will try levitate with my mind.” said If.

“We can listen to some music and levitate.” said Delilah.

A taxi ride, a house key turned, a joint smoked and a computer turned on later, the two of them are laying on the ground spread out in oppo-site direactions ear to ear staring at the calling listening to Stairway to Heaven, followed by the entire Pink Floyd catalog, Air, BT’s This Binary Universe, anda number of other choice elegant tunes and every Sarah McLachlan song ever given a trance remix treatment. In other words there was some music to be heard and some time to be spent beauti-fully doing nothing other than looking at some waves of sound. After some lengthy quality conversationabout beautiful fluid topics, Delilah leans over and asks If what he is doing tomorrow.

“I actually have an assignment that I have to go on.” said If.

“What do you mean an assignment?” asked Delilah.


“I am a professional author and on the regular I cover the local night club and art scene and get to know the people that make the night life happen in this small corner of the world. I write the stories that I come home with and as it turns out I am a pretty decent writer and people dig mystyles and I earn enough money through AdSense to pay for this apartment and the items you see in it.” said IF.

“Really? So what’s your assignment tomorrow?” asked Delilah.

“I’m covering a new invite only club that opened up in Columbus up north. It’s supposed to be straight spontaneous because get this, they don’t have any lights in the main room. It’s just comfortable chairs spread over the floor, not just on the sides and everyone has flashlights and redlaser pointer pens and there is some low key European DJ that is going to school at Ohio State that spins the softest trance grooves in the state. The vibe is supposed to be spectacular and I got invited to come check it out.” said If.

“You’re the first professional author I have ever met.” said Delilah.

“There aren’t many of us but every now and again, some guy or girl figures out how to turn that damn computer into a genie machine.” said If.

“A genie machine?” asked Delilah.

“Yeah. I push the buttons and the thing spits out a living for me. I quite like that.” said If.

“Everyone has a talent.” said Delilah.

“Mine is turning ordinary computers, into genie machines.” said If.

“No lights?” asked Delilah.

“No lights. Ill find out if that’s hype or not when I get there.” said If.

If reached his hands up and started to give Delilah a scalp massage. He 26

started to put a soft kind of pressure in circles on her scalp and in circles on her temples. She liked it. They both closed their eyes and started to stare into the music.

“What are you thinking of?” said If.

“That this feels really nice. Good music, nice lucid feeling, mysterious guy, and a massage. Life is good, right now.” said Delilah.

“I’m listening.” said If.

“Just keep massaging. “ said Delilah.

“Okay.” Laughed If.

“I’m studying fashion design, right? It was better before I knew how it worked. Fashion was more glamorous before I knew what kind of work was put into it. It’s so, so, depressing. You have to be making a sale all the time, you’re always selling fabric. That’s all it’s really about. Now they tell youit’s all about predicting colors and new trends and this and that, but it’s really just about making something at a low cost as a company by any means necessary and then selling whatever gets made for as much as possible by any means necessary and then repeat. There is nothing glamorous about it.It’s just a massive sale of fabric at an in inflated price. It’s disgusting but that is just how it is. “ said Delilah.

“I’ve heard.” said If.

“Here turn around, let me see your feet.” said If.

Delilah turns around and Nicholas sits up and he takes off her shoes and her socks and he slowly starts to run his hands around and under her feet and in between her toes. He is massaging her souls, as she is getting to know his.

(If you are reading this, and you have a special someone, massage their feet shortly after reading this. This is the Universe telling you to do something, and that something is, a foot massage for at least ten min-utes. Now back to the story. )


Delilah is smiling.

“Your problem is that you are real. You are a real person who has real dreams and real talent that you want to accentuate. You couldn’t have gotten this far into fashion design if you didn’t. It’s not easy to do what you are learning. You may not like it when you understand it, but that doesn’tmean it’s easy. The thing is, that school that you are going to, that design school. that place is on the cutting edge of capitalism every day. That is where they take in geniuses and they beg them to keep this machine of buying and selling of materials running. They are slyly begging ourgeneration to keep the materials moving. You are being begged to keep this industrial object oriented society alive. It’s up to you and all of your design school friends in your generation. You’re the Research and Development minds in training and the best of you, will eventually learn howthe whole thing works from top to bottom.

You’re just being introduced into it. It’s not going to change, you’re just going to learn more and more about what you are already learning about now. You’re learning about the business of selling fabric and dye and how to support companies of people and their families, it’s honor-able,but it’s exactly what you think it is, and you’re learning a trade. You help support fashion, and fashion will help support you.

It’s not a terrible dream, it isn’t a nightmare, you’re doing honest work designing clothes and doing the research work that it takes to be a part of a company that wants to survive and that wants to make sure that health insurance is paid for, and that rent is paid and car insurance is coveredand groceries can be bought, whenever you buy clothing from a label you’re not only buying the cloth but you’re also helping to pay for all of the bills that the people that make the clothes need paid. You’re buying their internet access and their computers and their video games and theirpuppies and kitten food, every single piece of clothing you buy is you trading money and making a decision that you want to support the people that make the product that you just purchased. You want them to survive and keep doing what they are doing. That’s the deal, that’s how all of itworks. We’re all walking around voting on who we want to keep doing what they are doing. If you keep learning what you are learning, people that aren’t involved in fashion but that want


clothing, will be supporting you and your lifestyle. That’s the deal. The trick is to figure out who you think is the most important to you, and who do you want to support? What community do you want to be a part of and in that, well in the answer to that question, you will find your place in lifeand it will make sense and you’ll be able to fall in love with what you are doing.” said If.

“That makes sense. Who do you want to be around?.” said Delilah.

“People like you. People that might have something new behind their eyes, people that have a dream and that never say terrible things about those that do. People that don’t complain and don’t have a reason to, the people that work hard enough doing the things they want to do so that they areleading regretless lives. The people that are mad about life and laugh really easily. That’s who I want to be around.” said If.

“That’s nice, I like that.” said Delilah.

“We’ve just been playing hide and seek with each other for a couple months, but it looks like we found each other.” said If.

A full body massage, many songs, a sun rise, a knowing goodbye, a promise to see each other again, a departure from each other, two and a half doobs, a post on a blog, a nap and a drive up to Columbus later and If is standing in front of Blind.

There is a line of smart looking men and women waiting to spend some time in the darkness that Blind promises twice a week. Ladies wearing black gowns and black gloves, and men wearing black shirts and black pants. If is the only person out of nearly fifty or sixty people in the vicinity that iswearing any color at all. No matter. If starts to walk in …

“You must be If. Everyone else knows not to wear color. “ said the doorman.

“I am If and no one said anything about the color rule.” said If.

“No matter, enjoy your evening and I look forward to reading your next posting.” said the doorman.


A hostess escorted If to the last room of light before the main spot, a manager came over and chatted with If and they talked about his website and how it was a big hit among a lot of the people at this club. A couple patrons suggested that he be invited to come check it out and that’s kindof how the special invite even came to be. The manager tells him that he should use the flashlight sparingly and that the red laser light is to let people know where you are. He’s told that everyone in here is professional and one last thing, that it’s surprising what the darkness does topeople. Something about an absolute lack of light, that changes people.

If shakes the man’s hand, thanks him for the invite and makes his way into the club. The door closes behind him and the music that he heard from just outside the door was now ridiculously perfect and loud. There wasn’t going to be any conversation tonight. No, this wasn’t aconversation club. You can’t read lips, or facial expressions. Apparently this was a club devoted to touching and real body language. Slow, conversational, nice touching. Massaging. There was an unspoken rule to be sensual and not sexual, since that could ruin the whole vibe, not that itdidn’t happen, but it only really happened with the people that didn’t get it, and that couldn’t control it, it’s not a brothel, it’s a club exploring touching.

The music has a European edge to it, which makes sense, it is aggres-sive ambient music. Just the kind that If likes. This is the same kind of music he listens to when he is crafting his craft. He really liked web authoring because he felt published, he didn’t need a book on a shelf to bepublished but he was writing, enough money was coming in to pay the rent and he was being invited to places like this, he was an author, he was published, he was successful, and he was read by thousands of people that could contact him directly. He was better than Barnes and Noblespublished, fuck Barnes and Nobles. He had something better than a book, he had a conversation that he was professionally involved in and well, tonight, he was Blind.

If turns on his flashlight and it’s not even normally bright, it’s just barely bright enough to let him see his way to a place to sit down. There are soft chairs covering the whole floory floor. If finds his way


over to a small vel¬vety lounge in the corner and gets comfortable. He turns off his flashlight and turns on his laser pointer. He begins to rock some laser light dancing. He starts moving the little red dot around the room trying to get the attention of other red dots. That is who he was tonight. He wasa red dot. He wasn’t a pretty face, he wasn’t a slim build, he wasn’t a nice shirt, he was a red glowing dot floating around the room. That’s If tonight , that’s all he was. There must have been fifty or sixty red lights bouncing around the room in an odd pattern of coher-ence that didn’t quite makesense. Roughly ten minutes of laser dancing later and he felt someone sit down next to him.

Shortly after a hand was placed on his neck and it began to massage his neck. It felt good. Another hand came over and found his hand and placed a small pill in it. Wouldn’t be the first anonymous pill he ever took, so he pops it. A bottle of water comes his way and he swallows it. Blind. Nice place.Random people and random pills, European music and dancing red lights. Futuristic. Damn it is futuristic. It’s a small slice of perfection, a club with such a Republican, handpicked clientele that for at least right now, it works. An extensive neck massage later, a euphoric lapse into bliss and a newperson sitting next to him later and life is taking on an interesting twist. The pill was obviously ecstasy and as it turns out it was damn good ecstasy too. If found his hands rubbing his face and his neck and the couch that he was on. He finds a set of hands rubbing the couch also from the other side.They meet. The hands feel feminine, nice nails, soft hands. Small. Everything moves slow in the darkness but If’s mind is racing as two hands are exploring each other, like a sensual conversation. Like two blind deaf people getting to know each other for the first time. There is just touch in thisclub so touch is how you communicate. “This is beyond perfection, this is futuristic. What am I going to write about this place? AAAH my teeth are grinding. Fuck it, it feels good. It’s not like this is an everyday thing. Oh man, the waves, the universe can feel this good, this is how it can feel toexist, existing feels like this and this hand. When did skin ever feel so perfect and amazing?” said If to no one in particular, but quite fast. She’s moving closer. I’m used to making the first move. The darkness really does make people different it seems. The euphoria. Her skin. She moves closer.Lips and fingers, fingers and lips. If moves closer she moves closer. Hands. Back. Lips. Lips. Tongues. Sensual Amaze-ment. A wordless conversation, a sightless beauty. Light creates the


problems of inequality where in the darkness , skin to skin, all that matters is the rhythm. Just enjoy the conversation and curse the light. The massaging continues, tongues caress, the warm moistness of two souls interacting. It was at this point that If makes a small but poignant discovery.This woman, is not a woman.

This woman , well, is a smooth skinned man. Too cosmopolitan to freak out, too saturated in serotonin to care, nervousness, learning. “Holy Shit I am kissing a man. Do I get up, do I pull away? What do I do? Should I care, it didn’t matter a couple seconds ago? Why does it matter now?Who is going to know and who is going to care?” thought If.

It turns out that when a writer who is solely interested in accumulating stories runs into a new situation that would obviously make for great content for a professional online space. That a person like this in a situation like this just rolls with it. Just slides with it. Hesitation. Gen-derconfusion. Is this an abandoning of women or is this the accept-ance of men? Delilah! Oh my goodness Delilah? What will she think? Or is this just this moment and nothing more? Since this isn’t a life-style, why does it matter? This mouth to mouth feels so amazing, not unlike a woman,but it’s not a woman, but it feels like a woman and this guy knows how to kiss. He knows all the moves too, soft, fast, soft bite, teeth lick, breath inhale, neck to ear to neck to mouth. This guy has all the moves. I can appreciate that. Why not just consider this a practice session? A brushingup of skill?

The more practice you get the better you get so , fuck it, this is basket-ball practice for the mouth. I can live with that. He feels perfect, his skin is smooth, and he isn’t pushy.

He gets it. Fuck it, have fun.

This would have never happened in the light without this pill. I love this, this is amazing, this is perfect. I can do whatever I want to do and right now, I just want to experience this moment. Time to slide away, in search of other skin. Several hands, backs, genders, ages and mouths later. Anin¬vitation to return. A thought of experiencing the original. A drive home. A squat in front of a computer screen. A tap dance


across a keyboard, creates the following …

Authorial Entry Club Blind:

I’m sitting here with Delilah in my arms after two solid nights of beauti-ful music and beautiful chemical technology. Let me tell you about Blind. Last night, I was in Columbus, Ohio and found myself in a lovely situation. A club with no lights, Shift into madness when the light disappears, clubfor your life when the music is clear. Sounds and rhythms biting your ear, waiting for you to bite back. Ecstasy pills and velvet chandeliers. Kisses with women and massages my dear. Inhibi-tions lost and euphoria found. Ah, the most pleasing sounds. Gender-less obsessions with the only skin thatexists. Slowly exploring sensual-ity in brazen opposition to sexuality. Fair skinned men and women getting on with getting it on and feeling the thrills of a beautiful answer that solves an ugly problem. Some people want to be touched and last night at Blind, you could be touched so much.

Hands touching hands, skin touching skin, anonymous sensations. discretion left at the door. There were a couple of us that somehow ended up on the floor. Making out with making up for lost time. Futur-istic explorations flooding the night. a couple people pinched my ass. yeah , it felt perfect andright and I pinched back. You’d think this poet crazy, and in the maze of life, become invited to Blind, and you just might see the light. Delilah said “That’s it, that’s what you do to pay for this apartment and all of this.”

If said “Pretty neat huh. This time I wrote something flowery , it’s crazy but people like what I do with an alphabet. I get paid to push electrons around the circuit boards of stranger’s computers. What do you think?” said If.

“I want you to show me how to do it.” Said Delilah laughing.

Then If leaned back and took a massive toke and passed the smoke to Delilah and started laughing.


Moral of the Story:

It’s awesome being young and if you explore enough while you are young, well, then you’ll have something to talk about when your older. Waste enough time right now, and you’ll just get used to turning your potential into regret.

That’s Kablamo!


that letter to city council Dear Laura Quinlivan,

I would like to help improve the image of Cincinnati throughout the nation by helping us to craft our national media campaign into perpe-tuity. It was stated that Cincinnati has everything to offer that New York City has and that Chicago has in terms of services that are provided as a City and Iwould like to point out that that is far from true. What separates Cincinnati from Chicago and New York City is the fact that they broadcast their ideas and inspirations out into the main stream media. Cincinnati does not do that. I have read numerous times about how Cincinnati is a place for peopleto become trained and then they leave for other cities to pursue their career in creative industry work.

If Cincinnati would like to reverse this trend I would like to propose that we create a citywide radio station whose purpose is to be consist-ently auditioning new bands and talent with a website whose purpose is to consistently rate the music that is playing on such a station and essentially make itvery simple for talented musicians to gain access to the mainstream. This is a service that Chicago and New York City does not provide. A dedicated radio station to new local and national acts. The inception of such a radio station would bring value and excitement to the twenty something crowdin Cincinnati as there is no greater joy than hearing your work live on the radio. I know because one of my poems was read on 107.1 recently and I just tingled with excitement when that happened.

I would like to enable more people to experience similar moments as that would make me feel fulfilled. I would also like to suggest the creation of a dedicated television station here in Cincinnati that focuses on Cincinnati Issues and is operated and run by Cincinnati talent. Our writers and ouractors and our performers and our directors absolutely need a professional venue to continue to hone their craft. The lack of any form of infrastructure that supports media expression is a massive deterrent to creative class individuals who are seeking to make a sus-tainable living at provokingthought and inspiration.

If Cincinnati would like to be a world class city then it needs to have


world class amenities. London has its’ own media, New York has its’ own media, Tokyo has its’ own media, Chicago has its’ own media, Sydney has its’ own media, Paris has its’ own media. Cincinnati cur-rently does not and will never be able to attain the level of exposure thatwhat I assume this last council meeting was about broaching the topic of.

I currently work at Media Bridges and am working to develop technol-ogy as a researcher that will allow me to engage in performance com-puting.

What this would be would essentially be a live stream of what I would be doing with a computer live on television. I would be able to engage in performance writing, I would be able to engage in sharing YouTube Videos, I would be able to engage in sharing music that I find interest-ing.The convergence of the computer with the television on television would be to the best of my knowledge a first for quite possibly the entire universe. If you would like to be truly progressive as a city and reap the benefits of attracting the kind of attention that you are seeking that wouldbring in the kind of revenue that our city needs then I would recommend implementing value adding amenities to our Queen City.

I would also like to invite you are an associate of yours to Coffee Empo-rium at noon to help us begin the discussions that would lead to the Greater Cincinnati Airport becoming the de facto model for airport customer service. This will be accomplished through the development of an inairport talk show that would have a never ending supply of interesting guests as the traveling business class is just that, the most interesting segment of the population. I would also like to discuss the creation of a recording studio within the airport for the purposes of providing a creativerelease to passengers that are experiencing layo-vers and in return for taking the time to record their creative sides we will market their music for them and give patrons of CVG the experi-ence of being able to experience the recording studio experience and the relief of stress that comesfrom such activity. It would also be worth mentioning that the type of transformation that I am proposing would be akin to the way you get off of a plane in Hawaii and they place a lay over your head, well here in Cincinnati when you step off the plane all


of our passengers should be approached and given media packages that promote the music, poetry, and writing, that our city is known for.

I am a graduate of the University of Cincinnati that accumulated 315 credit hours of classroom time before I received my degree and I spent time in Journalism, Digital Design, Fine Arts, German Studies, and finally I graduated from English Literature. I have lived in Cincinnati my entire lifeand feel as though I understand what would improve the quality of life in Cin¬cinnati as it has been a deep concern of mine for several years.

If we would like the rest of the world to engage our city on a profes-sional level then we need to engage ourselves in the level of professional mass media communications that will attract the attention of a national stage. If we as a city were to host the Olympics we currently do not even have thecapacity to cover the event through our media outlets. If Cincinnati would like to craft a message that would resonate with the masses a solid message that Cincinnati could rally behind would be “Cincinnati, this is where the Internet comes alive.” This would be a slogan whose purpose would be topenetrate the concept that all of the billions of man hours that have been spent developing the computa-tional infrastructure that we see before is essentially meaningless work without content. These machines are essentially empty and until a machine is filled with valuable information the machineitself is worth-less. It is the information that is valuable , not the vessel that holds the information. You would also be happy to know that Cincinnati has one of the most powerful poetry communities in the United States as we consistently work with HBO Def Poets from New York City and bring inartists from Atlanta, Chicago, and Houston.

The art of performance poetry is very much the most valuable art form of the present day as it usurps all other forms of media currently in operation. would recommend searching for the artists Sarah Kay and Mighty Mike McGee to get a sense as to what is happening in the world of writing andperformance art. If Cincinnati catered to these people, these artists and made an effort to become the most friendly city to performance poets you would be surprised at the positive effects that this would have on our entire national image. These poets of today are working to speak the most eloquentand beautiful sentences that can be


crafted and there is currently no city to the best of my knowledge that is making an effort to amplify this new movement of artistic expression and if Cincinnati became a haven for performance poets some wonder-ful things would be able to happen because there would be a renais-sance ofempowerment that would radiate through the city from the mouths of the poets that we would cater to.

I would truly appreciate the opportunity to attend more meetings regarding the conceptualization of a branding strategy for the city of Cincinnati and I would also like to share with you my current maga-zine project that is being hosted online at … … I encourage you totake a look at the writing that I have done in the last week and from your position as a professional writer would you please provide feedback as to what you think of the quality of my work?

I also wanted to share with you a space online that could be a very open and honest space for you to receive feedback on what others would think about in terms of branding Cincinnati who may not have been able to make it to the council meeting today. There is a bit of honest discussionoccurring at the following address that I imagine as a Council Woman you would be able to gain a number of fresh perspec-tives that would be useful to your initiatives to uplift the city of Cincin-nati in the eyes of the national community … ( should Cincinnati’s image be/ ) … I am very serious about acting on behalf of my city because as I am growing as an artist and a writer and I would like to explore the idea of mass media and since we are looking for new ways to market the city tobusinesses I imagine you would be surprised at how a vibrant arts community would be inspirational to the advertising agencies in Cincinnati, the marketing agencies, the graphics community, and the design community. I would like to work on wonderful ideas with you and I believe that Ihave much to offer.

Cincinnati and would like to begin working to my fullest potential as a college graduate. Thank you for taking the time to raise an issue that I have been contemplating for some time now and thank you for allow-ing for the open discussion of ideas and strategies that we can pursue tobring value and revenue into Cincinnati. I look forward to meeting with you in person soon and hope that we can work together to bring a


new level of prosperity to our lovely city.


Nicholas Lawson


that letter to the mighty mike mcgee letter Mike,

I just watched a number of your videos and sort of feel like I have at least a small idea of what it would be like to be around you. I think I’d have a good time. That being said I wanted to share with you myself so that you could know what it would be like to spend some time with me. Fromone artist to another I am humbly extending my hand to you. You inspired me deeply with In Search of Midnight recently and I just couldn’t stop thinking after just absorbing it. Thank you.


I just listened / watched / absorbed / thought through your poem video for In Search of Midnight. I thought that the repetition of the word midnight took on a rhythmic quality that reinforced the message you kept conveying of people doing what it takes to get by. You were telling the story ofthe most interesting people in society the people that are working their way up or working their way out of situations that no one wants to be in but that everyone has to go through when your family connections aren’t as solid as a power line.

Mike I gotta tell you, I like you. I like your story and I have been follow-ing it since I first heard about you. I am a poet. It’s all I have ever want-ed to be and its all that I will ever care about in my life. All I care about is writing and the quality of the story that is being told. From what I haveread you tour mercilessly in a genre of entertainment that is in the process of being built. Its because of people like you that we have a movement and a future in this field of performance poetry. I wanted to tell you about myself because there is a part of me that just wants to be known by you.I just want you to know who I am and to know that I love the song “Central Reservation” by Beth Orton. I love both the electronic remix and the soft melodious version. She is a thirty some-thing singer out of London England and she is my sweetheart though she doesn’t even know wherethe city I live in is on the map. If you asked Beth Orton where Cincinnati is on the map she would probably


look at you puzzled but that doesn’t change the fact that she is my favorite singer. Now you know about my musical tastes. I also love Tupac and Rappin 4 Tay.

I’m just hanging out with you right now man. Its me , Beth Orton and a keyboard and I am just rapping with you. I hope you don’t miond. I honestly figure that if I write you the longest message you ever received on Facebook that maybe I will stand out enough that you will respond to me in somefashion. I think you are a celebrity, at least you are to me. You aren’t manufactured in your personality and you look at the world through honest eyes. I dig that. I dig that heavily.

Can I be honest with you? I think that what you are a part of with Write Bloody is one of the most awe inspiring efforts that I have ever seen online. Here you have Derrick Brown who was a Gondolier of all things one day waking up staring at a group of poets who all need help with theirchapbooks and he just says “Alright bet. I will sell your chapbook but you have to do something for me. You have to tour. I will treat you like a fucking king but you have to fucking tour like you are building a genre of entertainment.” I dig that and then he signs to his poetry label Anis Mojgani thisBahitian poet who says the most lovely words ever spoken. He signs Buddy Wakefield who worked in corpo-rate america sold it all and just fucking started touring and now he has like six books a CD and a DVD. Then you have Sarah Kay who actually responded to an email of mine when I senther the loveliest poem I ever wrote, she thanked me and melted my heart with gladness. I don’t know if Sarah is part of Write Bloody or not but she should be.

That website is probably the finest example of online entrepreneurship I have ever seen. I can’t tell you how amazing I think poetry is in the age of the computer in the information age. If we are in fact in the information age and I don’t think anyone can deny that we are then lets ask ourselves …what is the most valuable information? We still live in a capitalistic society right? I mean I hear stories that we are transforming into Western Europe but really, that’s not true we are in a recession. I think you can be considered ahead man, Mighty Mike McGee because if it would interest you toknow I think the most interesting form of information the most valuable form of information is well … art. What is more valuable than art in the information age? In the Industrial Age


art was valuable it gave people a reason to randomly purchase goods and tools and to lump them together. Art in the Industrial Age was a means for an artist to be a spokesman for the tool manufacturers. When you saw musicians at the pinnacle of their popularity in the 80’s filling arenasyou had to wonder why they were given such attention. IT was because they were artists who were expert musical goods salesmen. Led Zeppelin knew how to sell a fucking guitar. Louie Armstrong could sell a fucking horn and Jim Morrison could sell a fucking microphone and that guyfrom Def Lepeord could fucking sell a drum and he could fucking do it with one arm. With a single fucking arm he fucking sold an entire drum kit to thousands of people. Picasso could sell paint and wood frames and canvas and gesso. Art is about sales I believe. The best love the sale. Icould be wrong but when I see art I see an intricate ecosystem of use and providing.

One man wakes up in the morning and goes to work to build a ham-mer. The next day he wakes up and gives that hammer to an artist. The next day the artist that has the hammer goes and looks for a nail and one man wakes up ready to build another hammer and another guy wakes upready to sell his first nail. The artist gets paid to use the hammer and the nail and to validate the work of the hammersmith and the nailsmith. The artist is a collector of sorts who obtains tools and uses them in intricate ways.

Herein lies the problem that we are faced with. We don’t live in the age where people are exploring the production of tools. We live in the era where all of the tools have already been fucking produced. There is nothing left to fucking build. We have the internet we have Chipot-lesTMand we have an interstate highway system lled with more cars than there are people to drive them. The system did not collapse it came to full fruition.

This is where I see the beauty of your work and the beauty of my work. We live in the Information Age and honestly the Information Age is the age of artistry. We are in a bit of an unfair situation, this explains your In Search of Midnight poem. Every struggling person in the UNited Statesis not struggling due to lack of work or lack of ability. We are still the mightiest nation on earth but we are also ahead of the technological curve. Typically a major massive upheaval of society occurs when one a


single new tool is developed. This process normally takes thousands of years in the process of tool development, deployment, skill building, normalization and then a new problem is found and a new tool is built to solve a new problem and this goes on and on relatively slowly be-cause people arespending far too much time talking to each other, toiling in the fields of farming and essentially working on making their lives easier. Much work goes into the creation of a simple life. You have to spend generations upon generations upon generations of intermin-gling families each developing andlearning because of each other to develop a single tool and a marketplace for that tool. A single tool in a warehouse solves problems that you may not even know you have.

Now part of the reason in my belief that you are seeing what you are seeing and the reason that a new genre of expression is building up is because we live in a new era. First off remember we did not ask to be created and we certainly did not have a choice as to when we could have been created.We could have been born in Burma around the turn of the second century but that did not happen. We could have been born in Trinidad during the eighteenth century and we could have been born in Rome during the reign of caesar but none of that hap-pened. We were born at the cusp of the 21stcentury and in this century we have the following & follow me on this & we have an interstate highway system and access to automobiles that cost roughly $1000 at auction if you know where to look which means that for $1000 and some gas money you can travel to the farthest reaches yourimagina-tion and patience can take you and further if you have a passport. We have airplanes that will take you around the entirety of all that exists which means essentially infinite space in three days. We have multi room houses with locks and doors and high definition television and high speedinternet trafic which essentially means that we have access to all of the knowledge that has ever been created since the dawn of breathing bipedal humans a click away on a mouse and a keyboard which & pardon be for saying this & the keyboard is the laziest inven-tion since the dawn of mankind.

I look at keyboards and I just grimace. I don t mind anything else in all of human existence but I loathe the keyboard. It s the most disgraceful unceremonious banal repugnant sleazy vomit inducing invention since the dawn of people whittling sticks together and making fire. From the


time the universe was created it took all of evolutionary history to come to the point of language. The creation of symbols to be placed in prear-ranged orders for the purposes of storing information and transferring information from one complex arrangement of neurons to another complexarrangement of neurons and then these languages because there were more than one developed. There have been thousands of languages developed. There has been a constant evolution of the human language for millennia and then the keyboard comes along and spell checkers. This is whereI get heated. The powers that be stunted our evolution. That is why we have poetry performances that should be filling arenas with adoring fans falling on deaf ears of people that kind of appreciate it.

I’m looking at this whole world of poetry and I feel like we are the new pioneers of the information age. We don’t need any of this and because of the last one hundred years of Industrial innovation we have reached a social pinnacle, some of us have at least those that avoid video games likethe plague, and we are just looking at the world. You have that look in your eye Mike. You have that its not that I have seen it all and done it all and can do it all but that I know I exist and I am conscious of my existence and honestly I think this is a fairly strange world look in your eye. It s avery specific and peculiar look. Tell me you don’t feel that way? Tell me you don’t look at this civilization everyday and just won-der. So you write. That s why I write. I gave up on developing any sort of external value and have completely and whole heartedly given in to the fact that I livein the information age and that my existence has been relegated to pushing buttons and making noise. That s what I hate. I hate what I should have been and I hate how I was groomed to be a button pusher in an age that I should have been scribing my words with a fine quill. I’ll never knowwhat good penmanship is because they literally stopped accepting handwritten assignments in school. I couldn’t have developed good handwriting if I had wanted to because the teacher was only ever going to accept a print out from the printer. I just stare at the world mike.

I love the poetry that I am hearing and I love the music that I am listening to but I rebel against all of this because there are just too damned goddamned many tools. Its like the Massachusetts Institute of Technology has been having epileptic brain farts for the last one hun-


dred and fty years and crazy shit is just popping up everywhere. Do you realize how long it is going to take for us to find an equilibrium artisti-cally with everything that we are surrounded with. Do you realize that this internet is going to be around forever. We have one hundred years left to liveand lets not forget about time travel. Fuck. Time travel is going to become as commonplace as ordering a Big Mac someday because they did it all wrong. There are no ceremonies left. Everything is get grab go. No one cries anymore. This is what I am proposing. I have a group of poet friends thatare involved in some heavy activities. We all are. I should probably introduce myself. My name is Nicholas Lawson and I am one of the poets here in Cincinnati, OH. I have been to the Canary Islands, North Wales, Germany, England, San Francisco, New York City, Boston, Orlando, Fort Myers,Bel Air, Cleveland, Columbus, Little Rock and Xenia. I spent ten years at the University of Cincinnati and spent a year studying at the University of Westminster in London England in elds such as Graphic Design, Digital Design, German Studies, Fine Art, and nally English Literature. I’ve spentprobably 10,000 hours surng and staring at the internet. I have spent several thousand hours in a classroom. I’ve been to probably 200 poetry open mics and performed at probably all of them. I’ve been performing since I was 18 at Cody s Café and then I went from there and started performing atShakers in Town and then I performed at the Jupiter Room and Cancun s Cantina in Norwood. I can’t forget the infamous Historic Greenwich Tavern which has been the stalwart performance space for just about forever. Mark Yates is a God where I come from and I won’t hear otherwise. I’veworked at Hasbro Games Research and Development as a game developer, Eric Doepkes Archi-tectural, Bacals Café as a dishwasher and host, Lees Famous Recipe as a friend chicken cook, Gadzooks as a retails sales clerk and professional flirtsman, Blockbuster Video as a shelf restocker, Iworked for Short Vine Redevelopment as a web developer, I worked for the Public Allies as a researcher and I worked for a public television station Media Bridges as a web developer and researcher. That is pretty much my life up to now. I am leaving out some information because my life feelsdense and I can’t remember it all.

Again, this is what I am proposing. If you have read this far then we can definitely form a relationship that could be mutually beneficial. I know poets. I know great poets. We have a Lyrical Insurrection DVD


coming out quite soon. We have a Hip Hop Album coming out quite soon. We have afiliations with Ohio Chapter of the Hip Hop Congress ( through Hakiym and Tfiany Shair and we have afiliations with SunfoodSovereign ( through Khasa Silasi and we have an afiliation with the Knowledge Nation through myself at ( we also have the Lyrical Insurrection which has won a Best In Cincinnati Poetry Spot award. We are linked with singers, rappers,poets, authors, actors, photographers, non pro-teers, and chefs. We have a very interesting and beneficial situation in Cincinnati that on the surface you would never see.

We want to do films. Mike. Can I talk to you about making films. I am just laying it all out there in a short term. This is the information age and the most valuable information is the most dificult information to create and the most fulfilling to experience both on the production side and onthe witnessing stage.

I have written Derrick Brown an email before and I guess I didn t make much of an impression. Mighty Mike McGee can we talk about creat-ing a relationship between the Write Bloody Camp and the Lyrical Insurrection Camp here in Cincinnati. We could bridge some impor-tant gaps incultural capacity and we tour as well here in Cincinnati. I have been to Louisville, Indianapolis, Cleveland, Columbus. We enjoy lovely times here in Cincinnati and honestly I would like to invite you to come out and spend some time with us at one of our shows that currently take placeevery other Sunday for the Lyrical Insurrection.

Oh shit, I almost forgot to tell you two things. One. The Knowledge Nation. That is in line to be what Write Bloody is in your sphere. All I have to do is activate a single plug-in on my Word Press theme and I have a store that can accept credit card payments. That might not mean much butover a 60 year cycle of existence that is going to add up to some money because of the absolute quality of the work that we are going to be representing at the Knowledge Nation and if there are trademark issues we will quickly revert to a moniker known simply as Erithian Nation. I amdeveloping the Knowledge Nation through the perseverance of ten years spent clicking keys on these keyboards and reading and watching movies and watching television and studying


music. I just absorbed so much and now I have a website that is the essence of what I am talking about as an artist and pioneer.

The second thing I wanted to talk to you about that would benefit Write Bloody, Knowledge Nation and the Lyrical Insurrection would be to make films. Mike. I want to act with you. I want to be in a scene with you talking about filming something important that may allow us to continue to leadour treasured lives the way we see fit with maybe some nicer computers to work with. I love me an apple computer even though I do hate the keyboard. I love mice though. I think clicking a mouse is a lovely existence. I wish we had electronic pens that would allow us to have digital handwriting. Iwould love to spend sixty years of my life using a mouse and an electronic pen to get my creations on the screen. I love this language and I love the work that we can do. Mike, again. Films. We as poets are devout to beautiful writing. I have three screen plays that I would love for you to be a partof when we start production here in Cincinnati. I would also love it if we created poetry music videos more often. There’s nothing left to do but to do it and we already do it to death so why not do it to the afterlife and be remembered forever. Which imagine the fact that it s a lot easier to have aneternal personality in a dense media empire than at the incep-tion of one. Reputations fade but prolific digital work at the inception of a new field of expression will be eternal into eternity.

I love to write Mike. If you have read this far then you have the kind of attention span that I admire. If I could leave you a gift for having read all of this I would have left it right here & & & & that is as close to a gift as I canachieve in the written word & links to other valuable information.

Mike you are a treasure on earth. Thank you for your poetry. Thank you for your presence and thank you for your character. I look up to you and your hustle because you are helping to make this poetry realm what it is supposed to be


With the utmost sincerity,


Nicholas reigle Anthony bossart Nicholas Lawson the First


that vanilla sky essay

I watched Vanilla Sky for the fifth time yesterday and I would like to point out how completely unfair it is that our generation is subjected to such mind altering cinematic masterpieces. My life isn’t dificult enough as it is to now have to question the very nature of reality on top of all that I have todeal with.

I remember having dreams many years ago where I was approached by two individuals who addressed themselves as technical support for reality interventions and they addressed their concerns with me that they just could not read my thoughts. Now normally I would consider this just an aberrantdream that is in response to the growth of the computing industry and my involvement in the internet, however in light of Vanilla Sky, I would like to better understand the nature of the reality that I am facing. What if I am a client?

What if this is a reality that is being crafted for me by an outside entity that is working to actively provide me with a sense of purpose? I don’t know. I do know that I do not remember being asked to be created as that is true for everyone and now that I have been created I feel as though I am insidethe mind of my creator. As far as I can tell I was created by Kathy Lawson. In essence this is her world, I am walking around her thoughts, and I am engaging with her creations. I firmly believe that I am inside of the world of my creator whomever that should be. We are all inside of the world of awoman. I get the impres-sion from the world around me that the woman’s world we are inside of has been actively trying to destroy herself for quite some time.

I believe this to be the end result of evil men trying to manipulate the goddess without her consent for seductive gains and for destructive results. Vanilla Sky to me represents a reality that is mirrored in movies such as Tron, the Matrix, and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, these ideas alsocoincide with the concept of heaven and hell as the idea of heavens and hells reinforce the concept that what we are experienc-ing now is not all that there is to be experienced as there is something that occurs after we die that is better than what we are faced with now, there is also the idea that whatwe are faced with after we die is worse than what we are experiencing now. Either way there is a dramatic


amount of effort placed into the concept that the right now is not worthy of our time, a moment at a later date is and all of the work that will make that moment great for us will be done for us.

I take issue with this. I take issue with the idea that we are to wait for a better life after we die, that we are to wait until we are cryogenically fro-zen and then thawed to wake up in a better world, that we are to build a computer simulation to exist within that will give us a better world. All ofthese concepts are forms of escapism to me and serve to only distract us from the now that we have in front of us at the moment.

We are willing to go to great lengths and spend great amounts of time to distract ourselves from the real reality that we are confronted with now in front of us. There is no reason to wait for a better future as we can perfect the present and in doing so the future will be perfected as well.Penelope Cruz in Vanilla sky accepts the idea that it can all be turned around with every passing moment. This is a very beautiful and true senti¬ment as at any moment the universe can begin to heal itself to absolute perfection. The degree to which our lives will be perfected is the degree towhich we are willing to perfect our lives in the moment. Vanilla Sky is a wonderful opus on the confusing and convoluted concepts that involve the creation of hyper realities where anything is possible. Those hyper realities exist right now in front of us. The con-ception of the reality thatyou wish to experience is compounded by the amount of work that you are willing to do to bring such a reality to bear. Look at the character Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky. He begins the movie absorbed in a world of high finance, powerful humans, and absolute creative authority. This is a manwho earns his living being professionally creative. This to me is why Tom Cruise and Life Exten-sion are such powerful allies for each other to each other and by each other. For a writer, the possibility of a reality that is malleable and eternal and timeless is such a beautiful thought toexperience because as with Tom Cruise, every wonderful instance of life is experienceable again and again and again.

I would like to point out a fatal flaw that I find quite sinister in the film Vanilla Sky. It is the moment when Tom Cruise is on top of the sky scraper. Now I wholeheartedly disagree with Mr. Cruise’s choice to jump off of the top of a skyscraper at any point in his timeline as a


human being. I believe that the entity that was tempting Cruise to jump o of the building was essentially the embodiment of Saytan and is reminiscent of the tempting of Jesus to jump off of the cliff. This crea-ture is the same character as the Saytan in the Catholic Bible.

Now what issue I have with this moment is that , knowing all that Tom Cruise knows about everything that he has been told, to decide to jump off of the building is just disappointing. What he should have done in this situation is walk over to Penelope Cruz who was standing there looking at himand he should have reinitiated his reality at that mo-ment and knowing all that he knew at that moment, walked over took her hand and invited her to coffee.

This may have been to the disagreement of the Saytan but he is only there to provide the highest levels of trickery known to mankind. What would Saytan’s interest have been in asking Tom Cruise to jump off of the building been? Well, quite honestly, the Saytan may have issue with the lifestylethat Tom Cruise was living and singled Tom Cruise out for his own special kind of punishment. When faced with a situation such as what Saytan provided there be as normal as possible. If the answer to your problem ever involves jumping off of a building to find the solu-tion, then maybe that is asolution that should not be discovered or unearthed. Never jump off of a building , under any circumstances. If anything is possible then so is being shown a solution that does not involve self-immolation. How different and amazing would Vanilla Sky have been if Tom Cruise had walked over toPenelope Cruise and asked her out to lunch , she could have said yes and all would have been right with the world.

That is not what happened though, Saytan, tempted Cruise to jump off of the building and he did so. That just goes to show you the power of manipulation that Saytan will go to in order to get the affect that he would like to see in the world itself. The matrix is another movie that involves a falsereality where falling off of a building is seen as the ultimate expression of one’s faith in reality. Again this is devastatingly obtuse and wicked. One should not put oneself in ultimate danger just to discover if one can be in ultimate danger. In other words, do not jump off of buildings for any reason.Period.


Vanilla Sky is an interesting, reality bending movie, that serves to make my life more dificult by proposing quite convincingly a concept that I already take to heart in terms of the holodeck on star trek, the inner world of the computer on Tron, the inside the matrix in the matrix, the insidethe mind of Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind, and Lucid Dreaming in Vanilla Sky, time travel in Back to the Future is another example of multiple realities being explored. Total Recall is another. I would just like to point out that all of these films have only served to make the lives ofpeople like mine more dificult. If you really dig in and develop an understanding of these films you end up walking around reality just staring at it and wondering what it is in fact is.

I believe in this , that I am experiencing and I understand that it will improve with time because of the relationships that I am building around me and because of the work that I am doing to improve my surroundings. I cannot and will not allow myself to fall victim to the idea that life will bemagically better in a reality that is not this one. If I wish for this reality to improve I must do the work of improving it myself and in starting a busi¬ness or a company it serves the purposes of being successful by finding the people that believe similarly and wish to work to collectivelyimprove their surroundings for the purposes of sustaining oneself and those around oneself.


that sarah palin letter Miss Palin,

I would like to speak to you about the battle of the sexes. I would be willing to as a devout alpha male to concede that you are indeed the most powerful woman in the world. I am highly impressed. That being written. I would like to propose to you the following scenario for your approval. Imaginea scenario where you are running on a treadmill and there is a man giving you a back massage while you are running and it is quite a comfortable situation for you. As you are being given a back massage while you are running therapeutically there is also concur-rently a man mowing your lawn andwhile this is occurring there would also be a man going grocery shopping for you and while this is happening there would also be a man doing your taxes for you to his highest ability with this there would also be a man taking your pets for a walk and cleaning up their litter for you with thissituation enacted there would also be a man installing a futuristic shower in your bath-room that shoots sheets of water at you at a lovely velocity and feels

as amazing as warm water would be able to feel and while this is hap-pening there would also be a man planting a large number of flowers in your garden and there would also be a man cleaning your silver and there would be a man writing poetry for you that would be about you and there wouldbe a man writing engaging in correspondence with all of the major television networks in order to bring you the type of television engagements that you deserve and that would sustain you

much more elegantly than the united states government ever could and there would be a man who would be speaking on your behalf to your congressional representative making certain that your tax dollars are being spent wisely and there would be a man walking around taking photographs of youand your house and your life and they would work for national geographic and there would be a man writing a biography about your life and there would be a man consistently working to book you tickets to all of the most pressing social events in the world and there would be a man who would beworking to ensure that your press releases were always timely and hand delivered with a smile and a nod and there would also be a man who would be working to ensure that your car was always spotless and washed and smelling quite nice and there would also be a man working to ensure that yourmail was always


taken care of to the best of their ability and there would be a man who would be cooking for you on a regular basis the most elegant meals that the world has to offer and there would be a man whose sole purpose would be to ensure that you have the nest shoes in the world and the finestclothing jewelry and perfume.

I can understand your desire to be the most powerful woman on earth and that you feel that in order to ensure that this happens that you would need to be spend your time in the white house taking care of ridiculous matters of the state when in reality you could be oversee-ing theassurance of your own personal legacy as the most powerful woman who has ever graced the face of planet earth and I know this scenario may seem appealing but imagine that this would be your situ-ation for at least a span of eight years and quite honestly I feel that this

would truly be a wonderful compromise to our tea party surprise party conflict that we seem to be experiencing.

I would like to point out to you that the white house is at this point only that … a white house … and at this point the united states govern-ment essentially has access to all of the exact same information that the rest of the known world has and as such … do you really want to work as hard asyou are and subject yourself to the kind of treatment that you have been … just to live in a mausoleum? I imagine that if you could be catered to in a very overflowing manner that you might feel as though what is essentially possible for you after this email is more appealing a lifestyle tostrive for than the lifestyle you were striving for before your received this email. I am pointing out that you have options and if push comes to show we could call this the Sarah Palin Treatment and at the very least I believe that it would make for a timeless YouTube video. I look forward tohearing from you and yours and I would like to meet you for dinner sometime to discuss the writing that I am exploring at … … I think you will find that we share common inter-ests and that honestly the future is whatever we would like it to be … I hope you enjoy mywriting and if you reply it will increase the chances dramatically of you being able to wear a recent brassiere hat was cre-ated that from what i understand is worth $2 million dollars.

I hope you find your day to be supremely lovely and that you receive a level of stress relief from this email as this has been therapeutic for


me to write and I hope it has been therapeutic for you to read. I look forward to seeing you in Cincinnati, OH quite soon and believe that we can offer you services in our Republican oriented city that you would not find anywhere else.

Good day Miss Palin and thank you for making our wonderful country that much more enjoyable with your presence.

with sincerity,

Nicholas Anthony Nicholas Lawson the First aka The Poets Lawyer It


Dear Steve Wozniak,

Did it all turn out the way you thought it would? From your garage there was some tinkering done and you developed the first Apple computer. At the time I imagine it was a novel invention but did you imagine that it would turn into this? Did you ever think you would achieve your goal of acomputer on every desktop? I understand that at the time you were just looking at the computer as a box that people wanted but what were the philosophical questions like surrounding the computer? Do you feel like the computer truly changed our lives for the better? I know children that arebeing born today that will never know a world that does not have a computer in it , to them it will have always existed.

Steve, you changed the world in ways that you cannot possibly fathom. Do you feel like it was meant to be? Do you feel like what you did improved the world? You basically created a new path for the evolution of the human form to take. We will never know what it was like before youcreated the computer in our hometowns. You toppled an institu-tion and to me from my perspective I think that things got and are out of control. I personally don’t feel like there should be a business that takes the most powerful computational device known to the history of mankind andsells it like a vacum cleaner. I think your company should have done more testing over longer periods of time to study how that computer would be used in our lives and I think you should have looked at the work you were doing and wondered if it was worth the effort.

Now that it is here Steve and we have reached CS5 … I think your company should begin delving into the television industry in some fashion. I think you should start telling us what you created and how to use it effectively. Honestly the complete lack of television infrastructure into theworld of the computer is astounding to me. Where are our television showcases that inform us how to use Adobe Photoshop? Where are our television shows that tell us how to use the internet? Where are our television programs that tells us what the computer symbolizes?


I don’t think it is taken seriously enough and it seems as though you have not done enough to educate your patrons as to just what they are purchasing. Me personally, I have spent thousands of hours reading internet based web content that is connected to your computers and I have calculated that Ihave easily pressed somewhere in the neighbor-hood of five million keystrokes and roughly one million mouse clicks. I have been heavily vested in this machine from an early age never quite realizing what it is or what it is capable of. It is new the way that radia-tion is new and the way that light isnew.

You could have been writers, you could have been painters, you could have been actors, you could have been journalists, you could have been photographers, you could have been professors, you could have been supervisors but no … you were computer scientists and I don’t think you wereconducting quite enough experiments. When will the com-puter be finished? I just want to know, is this computer going to be worked on for the next several decades? Is it going to keep becoming more and more and more powerful? Is that the goal to place as many high powered processors in thehands of people as possible? You have your new iPad and now you are coming out with the iPad 2 and I saw your new application download component that is with your iTunes 10.

Now any families that were in the newspaper industry are looking for work. bookstores are closing down, video rental stores are closing down, the music industry is no longer an industry, the film industry is dramatically changing , all of it is in direct relation to your computer. Do you ever thinkabout the fact that for another several millenia we would have been content drawing, painting, writing, and making films and would never have needed the computer? What about those video games? They started off innocently enough as arcade halls where kids could gather and play and then youmade the processors faster and now kids just sit at home playing this game that they think has existed forever never considering the fact that there was a time when playing outside under twilight was the birth place for dreams. You gave us something while you took something away. You told us tothink differ-ent and now we do think dierent and we will never be able to think the same again.

I am lucky , I have child hood memories of playing in the street and


throwing a frisbee and maybe in my free time I will hire a programmer to come along and create an application on the iPad 15 that lets kids play catch with their iPhone. It just seems to me that you created so much change in so little time that sometimes I just look around and wonder where Iam. I think about my dreams as a child and how because of the work you did those dreams no longer apply and might as well just be thrown out with all of the other memories that I used to have about the future.

I am worried about our children and not because of the fact that their lives may be skewed from a piece of technology that reaped in many many many billions of dollars of capitalistic revenue. I am worried about our children because they live in a universe that you created that you willnever understand. You lived with the computer for maybe half of your life and during that time you were building it and thinking of what it can do, kids today will be living with the computer for 100 % of their lives and on top of that they live in an internet connected world that you nevergrew up in. Can you name any traditions or cultural institutions that these children can learn from?

I worry that you still believe your values have value in a world where children are being given a very dierent world to live in than the one you did. Before the computer when life was literally and I cannot stress this enough … quite simple … the older you became the more valuable youbecame through hard work and you could pass on your traditions to your children who would pass on their traditions to their children and on and on and this worked just fine until the computer. Now there is a generation of children that has to move in a completely different direction. We arejust looking at you at this point wondering what you did to us and our lives. I read every day about how we have to basically rebuild our social constructs.

Some of us take this all very seriously and I just think to myself that had I never encountered the computer I could be tapping away in an analog world where everything made sense and instead now I have more questions than answers and I believe it will always be like that but thanks togoogle … well I can find the answers to all of my questions in a couple of keystrokes. I want for nothing. There is a not a piece of food that I cannot have, there is not a piece of clothing I cannot wear, there


is not a bit of information that I cannot find and there is not a place in the world I cannot go and all of this is thanks to you. You have taken the mystery out of my life. I understand every aspect of basically every corner of the world and can explain to you the essence of every politi-cal,educational, and entertainment institution.

At this point all I now how to do is replicate and in my career I am going to build a new political institution, a new educational institution and a new entertainment institution because I am thirty and I represent every single person who is younger than me and the older I get the less of you there willbe and the more of them there will be. They need to be represented and before they get to the point that I am at there needs to be new ceremonies created, new dogmas created, and new traditions created and I know how to go about doing this. I understand how to heal this and bring us back to apotent state of homeostasis. It is going to take the rest of my life but by the time I am finished every generation after the work that I have done is going to look at earth as though it is a natural playground filled with wonder and amazement.

You might wonder how this could possibly be possible and I will tell you, it simply has to do with the language. At this point words are our most valuable asset. Simply put we are starting with words and it might surprise you to know that from my vantage point I can see into your mind. I have beenstaring at your thoughts for fteen years. I have been staring at this internet and searching and searching and searching and it dawned on me not to long ago that every moment in the history of mankind has been for the purposes of creating sentences for us to use to speak with and about after the fact.

We live to talk about what we did in the moment prior to the moment we are experiencing now. That is it and that is all that this is. We do to talk about what we did. If we did something good we will have some-thing good to talk about and if we did something bad we will have something bad to talkabout. What do you think you are talking about? Are you talking about something good or something bad right now? I also know this much … we get to spend the next ten thousand years at the very least … filling these machine with content. Think about every single computer that comes off ofyour assembly lines, they are worth-less. Literally you spent billions of man hours building something that


is inherently worthless. You have created a content management system and here is the thing. No matter how many billions of man hours you spend creating your machine it still only serves the purpose of being a conduit for the arts and information sciences.

I mean you computer scientists and programmers you talk about variables as though they are the last thing you should be worried about, well I am an artist, the variable is the first thing we think about. Buying a computer should not be as simple as walking into a Best Buy and handing a guythat was hired last week $500 and taking home a ridicu-lously powerful machine that is only going to be used to go online and look at ‘youtube’. That’s it, that is all the potential you see when you see those computers? When you purchase a computer today first you should have to set up anappointment with a computer specialist who is there to determine if you deserve one of these machines that you will be getting for free. We are not selling them anymore. No that is not how this is going to work. Our generation has a different definition for money and that definition is time.If I spend time talking to you and working with you I am engaging in business with you. That being said and considering that there is literally no money left for us to spend we have to transform our society from the internet up and we have to pull ourselves up by our websites or somethinglike that.

No tomorrow if you want a computer you have to schedule an appoint¬ment with a specialist who will be checking any and all cre-dentials to gauge whether or not you deserve a computer and access to the internet. If you are found to be the type of person that deserves access to all ofthe information that has been created since the dawn of time, consider yourself lucky. Your computer will be delivered to your home and a team of specialists will come in your home and with your computer you will receive a digital camera, a digital video camera, a complete suite ofsoftware, and a high level fiber optic connection to the internet.

Following this we will sit down at your dining room table and someone will go and make some coffee and we are just going to sit and talk. At this point you have been welcomed into the future and we are going to at length discuss the computer and the internet and we are going talk aboutwhat you plan on doing with this computer. We have a vested


interest in this moment because we are going to be keeping track of how many Mac Pro’s exist in any given community as that is for now going to be our main metric unit for assessing the property values of a given community to begin with. A community will be given a potential metric that isbasically a number that symbolizes how many mac pros are within twenty five miles of city hall. Then with that number we are going to estimate how much content should be being created at a given rate and this number will help us determine property values. If you live in a productive communityyou live in a wealthy community and if you live in a complacent community you will be living in a community that may be functional but will not be considered wealthy.

We will not be selling the machines, no we will be purchasing the content created on these machines and then reselling it in the form of entertainment. Content is the new currency. A dollar bill is a piece of art. A coin is a piece of art. A check is a piece of art. A credit card is a piece of art. We areactually all going to become art dealers. I take a computer and I infinitely upgrade its value by filling it with my several thousand pages of original writing. I just have to write and survive and hopefully in the process I can help to make your lives easier by applying the thoughts that I have beenthink¬ing on your behalf.

The creation of art is what generates wealth. All of the people that reside at the margins of society, your singers, your writers, your pho-tographers, your comedians, your poets, your authors, your journalists, your painters, your dancers, and your musicians. These are all of the people that bringvalue to your community. Everyone else works to bring about an environment where these people can work and produce the kind of content that the entire universe can be proud of and revel in. Your storytellers are the most valuable people in existence and right now is the greatest time to be anartist since the dawn of mankind and I will tell you why.

Prior to computers artists had a finite amount of space to work with. We had sheets of paper that would run out, we had ink that would run out, we had painting supplies that would run out, we had concerts that would end, and we had fim that would be used up. Well because of all of the work thatyou have done these same people that used to be limited by their mediums are now experiencing a state where they have


infinite amounts of sheets of paper, infinite amounts of photographic memo¬ry, infinite amounts of time and people who want to listen to their music, and a limitless palette of color. You literally are selling billions of gigabytes of empty memory and the only way we are going to enactvalue out of these worthless machines is by placing content within them and then selling the units once they have been lled with content. Basically the future of the computer is one that has no applica-tions on it , the future of computing is a machine that is already lled with all of theinformation that humanity has to oer and then if you would like you can explore to your hearts content. You exist , you exist now, and so you deserve it.

I would like to point out that none of us had anything to do with this and we as a generation are just starting to become powerful enough to make our voices heard. Remember you created us, we did not create you. You created this, we only have been using it. For a long time it is apparentthat your lust for financial information has blinded you from the fact that in your wake you have created a new natural environment. We exist in this natural environment and we cannot even learn from your stories about how you made it in the world. Do you know how many ridiculouslycompetent and brilliant people I know that are struggling to survive? Do you know how embarrassing this is for us that are trying to start families and live lives of substance and are thirty years old with multiple college degrees and friends of people who have college degrees and simplycannot have enough money to use to even do business with. We know the money is worthless we watch the news but in your world we cannot even barter with our local shoe salesmen and cut deals that would make our lives easier no we have to use your useless cur¬rency and itsmaddening.

I read about the colleges that you have created and I in fact actually graduated from college this last june. I accumulated 315 credit hours of university time. That amounts to roughly 105 three month classes. I literally took 105 classes that each lasted three months each. Each credit hour ofclass I took accounted for one hour a week for three months. That means that I spent 315 hours of my time multiplied by twelve weeks which amounts to roughly 4000 hours of time spent in the classroom alone. That is not counting time spent on homework or the three years I spent in digitaldesign school being told that what I was


learning would be useless in five years and taking classes that were weighted half of their credit value because they were studio times and this doesn’t count the countless conversations and the countless pages of free form writing that i created nor the times i spent in dierent countries nor thetimes i spent performing as a poet.

I am the pinnacle of education and have an absolute mastery over the english language at a time when newspapers are failing, magazines are failing but the computer is doing great and everyone seems to be fine and happy just so long as apple keeps coming out with new products. YAY ITSTHE IPAD 2 and now five thousand writers are out of a job.

What do you think you were building? Do you know how fucking dificult it is to think of something new to build, its all been fucking built? What the fuck do you want us to? What the fuck would you like our children to do? You mother fuckers went and built it all and sold all for essentiallynothing. Do you remember moores law that little fuck-wad? Yeah you know how computer processing power is supposed to double every fucking year and half and the price is supposed to stay the same? Yeah well that is what happened but guess what , that little moores law flies right in the face ofevery economic principle ever created since the dawn of mankind. Do you know how it was supposed to work? The first computer should have cost a dollar. The second computer should have cost two dollars. The third computer should have cost three dollars and on and on and on. Really MooresLaw, who the fuck came up with that? If a new computer is more useful than an old computer then why they hell shouldn’t it be priced as such and if we reach a point where the computers are not moving like hot cakes … mother fucking good because that means we have reached a saturation pointand maybe we need to fucking spend some time using the old computers and fiure out what the hell we want them to do before we start working on the next generation of computers. I am not saying that Moore’s Law did more damage than the concentration camps in dachau but I am saying thatmoores law completely and irrevocably destroyed your economic system. Now we have to build a new one.

How much is a single photograph worth? Well A photograph is worth more than NO photograph so even on a small scale A photograph has value. A hundred photos has at least one hundred times the value of a


photograph and a thousand photographs has ten times the value of one hundred photographs, no? A single minute of youtube video is worth 1/10 the amount of value of 10 minutes of youtube time. I am just saying we are doing our part and we are creating the content and we are creating thevalue on your machines but your credit unions cannot issue federal backed currency fast enough to keep up with the amount of art that has been created.

i am so tired. i just walk around so angry most of the time that i feel a slight bit of euphoria. i just stare at all of this and i eat my food from the free store food bank and i live in my apartment with my roomate hakiym and his wife surriah and their children yahweh and mes¬siah.

i perform poetry in the hopes that a talent agent will see me and sign me to a record deal like they used to make movies about in almost famous. i’ve been to new york city and then i realize that their artists have an unfair advantage over our artists here in cincinnati because new york city inall its splendor has complete control over the airwaves so even though i have performed at several hundred shows here in cincinnati i cannot earn a living doing what i love because i have to com¬pete with some no name hacks from a city that doesn’t give two shits about my own and i drivearound and listen to them wish upon an airplane or sing about lemonade or whatever else the fuck they are say¬ing to get on their radio. then i turn on the television and i am staring at some idiots from paradise inter¬viewing their local residents and laughing about how blatantly stupideveryone around them is and then the host from what i understand has a garage that is lled with like 150 cars that he purchased himself all because he took some time to share some laughs and make fun of some people while a fucking camera focused on him.

all i am saying is that you are killing us here in cincinnati. you are fucking killing us. we have nothing and the little that we do have you take from us by plastering your artists all over our airwaves and you don’t come here. why isn’t there a rule or a law that if you are going to send your cdand if you are going to send your music over the airwaves that you have to fucking come and perform and meet the people that are supporting you and if by some utter chance you can’t get to every city that you sell your cd or mp3 or wave le then guess what you don’t


get to syphon money o of our system and away from our artists. peep this, we have the technology right now to create the effect where when an artist comes to our town we can place their music on our airwaves then since it would be kind of special to listen to the music from an artist when he isin town but this bullshit about playing some goda-mned mating call when there is no chance of a mating occurring then fuck that.

i know plenty of talented musicians that are radio ready but you know the fuck happens when we approach the radio stations in our own fucking city, they tell us that it doesn’t work like that and that i need to go to new york city to get a fucking record deal with a man that does not have my bestinterests at heart and then i have to come back to cincinnati and maybe my music will hit the airwaves when i know perfectly well that all that it should take is that i hand my cd to a disc jockey and tell him that i have a show this upcoming week and he should be like bet and it should hit the radioand if my friends like it , it stays on the radio and if they don’t it doesn’t get played and that about it.

i hate you people so fucking much for putting us through this. i hate your capitalism. i hate the fact that you spent 18 years of my life teach-ing me what negative numbers are so that by the time i graduated from college i would be smart enough to realize that not only do i have nothing but i have thisridiculous concept of less than nothing. hey here is an idea you know there is no money and i know there is no money so why don’t we quit acting like i am going to come up with 100,000 dollars any¬time soon. if i did have 100,000 you know what i would do? i would start a fucking on profitbank and you know what the purpose of that bank would be? it would be to dole out that 100,000 to everyone in my commu¬nity as slowly as possible so that maybe some of the artists that i know could get a fucking bite to eat after performing for fifty people when no one has enough money topay at the door. bitch we do this for free be¬cause we love to do it and all you we have to listen to on the radio is some bullshit about how CASH RULES EVERYTHING AROUND ME … MOTHER FUCKER THAT MAY BE TRUE IN NEW YORK CITY but in CINCINNATI its all aboutDREAMS … motherfucker here DREAMS RULE EVERYTHING AROUND ME.


I am sorry. I am being crass but I am boiling right now just thinking about your city and the way your city markets itself and just sucks up all of the money in the universe and doesn’t do shit for anyone else. you put on a show and that’s it. if you want to eat you need our food. what the fuckdoes new york city do that is so fucking important? i would like to know because regis philbin looks like he is comfortable and all he does is laugh. You had howard stern who threw bologna at woman’s asses. you have the magazine industry that picks a woman out of the crowd and justphotographs her and her friends and that’s about it.

who the fuck are you people and why the fuck are you on my television and my radio and what gives you the right to think you are anything more than just a fucking tel¬evision show in your own fucking city? do you know how fucking valuable our airwaves would be to us if we fuckinghad access to them , but we don’t because you cut deals with everyone in our city and now we talk about prada and gucci when guess what we have just as valuable garments here.

its a facade i get it. well i can see through the facade and i would rather stay in my own city and build something that we can be proud of than emigrate to a place where god knows what would happen to me. i am comfortable here i have my friends here and my family here and i wouldlike to have a small apartment of my own somewhere that i consider to be nice and i would like to make the kind of art that would speak to the people that surround me and live in the kind of world where people know that i helped build something even if it was after everything hadalready been built. i wanted to build something and so that is what i am trying to do.

Yeah. I guess I will stop here. If you want to reach out and arrest me for writing this you can call the cincinnati police department and give me the nelson mandela. i work at media bridges a community television station. you can call me at 513 312 5204.


Letter to the Anderson Institute Dear Time Travel Enthusiasts,

I am not really a scientist but I am however a poet. I am very sensitive to the language that I speak and that I write and I would like to offer the following observations that I have made in regards to my readings on the theory of the multiverse as well as my readings about the work of Peter Lyndsand my own thoughts on the nature of time that you may be interested in. I would be very interested in an email exchange of some sort with someone who is an expert on time theory and I would especially enjoy a telephone conversation at some point so that I could listen to how you discuss timeand the in flections that are made in the voice when discussing the topic.

My main observation that I would like to see explored in the wake of all discussion of time travel and time control and time theory to me are the end effects that this technology would have on the language of the people enagaging in such travel. Prior to the exploration of time infor-mation was tobe discussed and relayed from person to person and from person to computer in a purely narrative style that involved the disseminating of information in a linear fashion. What I would like to point out is that for a person or a group of people who are experiencing time travel or that have traveledthrough time, their individual con-cepts of reality and their individual concepts of how they relay infor-mation will be fundamentally different.

How would you explain to someone that yes you exist now and that you were born after this mo ment first occurred accroding to my timeline? How would you share the knowledge that you have inside of you with an individual who has never experienced or contemplated time travel? I amcurious as to how you would consider the changes that would occur to the english language in the wake of the discovery of time travel? It is a very interesting concept to me as a poet because I would be interested in the ideas and the poetry that would be created post time travel? What would thesyntax look like, sound like, feel like when discussing it? It is an amazing concept for me to consider as timelines would involve a need for a new vocabulary that would en-compass all of the new situations and concepts that would arise in a


post time travel world. We would need new entirely new words that enmesh the ideas of before and after and present as there would be moments that would couple the future with the present and the past with the present and the past with the future that does not involve the present.Normally the past comes before the present which comes before the future but in a post time travel world the future could come before the present which would come before the past for an individual that was traveling through time.

How would one communicate with the people that need to be commu-nicated with in a post time travel world? How would one describe their experiences, create artwork, make music, or craft narratives and con-duct business if one is experiencing a post time travel world? How doesfinance work in a post time travel world because if time is money and money is time and i am born with nothing but then i encounter time travel and travel to a point where i have money and then can i send myself a check from me to me from when I am successful to when I am searchingfor success? How would finance work in a world that is post time travel?

I believe that these are all thoughts that need to be thought of because the work of time travel is being invested in now such as at the anderson institute and i would like to point out that the wright brothers devel-oped the early technology with which to fly only one hundred years ago and nowwe have airports all around the world that are tremendously powerful.

I would imagine that one hundred years from now the work that you are doing now is going to be multiplied and entered into the main-stream society in ways that no one can imagine as of now. You invest one hundred years of man power and imagination into time control and you aregoing to have a very interesting situation on your hands as people are going to be traveling through time as though it were com-monplace and there will come a time when the novelty will wear off and some people will essentially be going to work as time travelers and engaging in thework of the time traveler. How do you feel about this? I can understand the concepts of the time traveler from a simple concept that I happened across, the egyptians built the hieroglyphics several thousand years ago and we can see their work now. Essentially the


work they did then was instantaneously transmitted to the future which would be in our timeline. That being written I would like to point out that we now have the internet and this contraption is going to be viewable in the future the way the hieroglyphics are viewable now. I wonder how you feelabout this? Does it ever occur to you that the work that is done today is instantaneously viewable in the future and that with the help of the GPS systems that we are developing and with the help of the computational items that we are surrounding ourselves with that we are essentially providing thefuture with all of the knowl-edge that they would need to be able to interact with the past in most accurate fashion. They would have the timing codes for all major events and would also have the coordinates to know exactly where to emerge and interact and then leave with no interaction with thepresent time period. They would also have the internet that would enable them to deliver messages inherently anonymously that could quite heavily redirect our path of existence. I would imagine that our future versions of ourselves are very interested in the well being of the past because the higherthe quality of life we experience for ourselves and create for others now will determine how high the quality of life will be for the future and their future selves.

The further back in time the future can improve the past the better of the future of the future will be, no? I bring this up because I would imagine that this time period would be of great great great interest to the far future as they might understand that this would be the time pe¬riod where the mostoil was being burned at the highest rates in the history of recorded human history and it might be interesting to point out that the fuel that we are burning today to spend time with grandma at easter might be the same fuel that is needed to , i don’t know, power a massive endeavor to travel to the starsor develop some important form of medication or possibly to even develop a new material that may be necessary for the computing products of the future that would be inherently necessary for discussing the past with the present. I am just saying, the present definitely affects the future and we as asociety are currently engaged in behavior that could to some people be considered harmful to the future of our future and in that future they may be extremely angry at the work that is being done at the present moment by the forces that are currently in power presently.


It would make sense that a life spent experiencing an infinite loop of existence may be perpetually working to improve its core inherent experience, whatever that may mean. For instance it would make sense that a futuristic survival instinct may derive itself from the ideas that once one hasaccepted that self preservation is no longer an issue and that self preservation has been achieved that from that point forward self perfection may be enacted and as one begins to perfect oneself lifetime over lifetime over lifetime moment after moment after moment that certain levels ofachievment may be possible as certain lifetimes and certain situations could arise that were never intended to occur and that from which certain breakthroughs of ones consciousness and ones ability to interact with the outer world could be created.

I write this because I am fascinated with the idea of time travel control manipulation and I wonder to myself that if one is successful at time control that one would at some point reach a point where all that one would be able to do is pass thoughts from onself to oneself from oneself and thatthe you that exists in the future is intrinsically connected to the you that exists in the present and that the more energy you exert in any given moment will be remembered by your future self and will provide for an inspiration loop that would with success funnel itself back to itself at a pointin the past to be repeated in an ever expanding ability to continually experience higher and higher levels of energy and inspiration which could then be generated and dissipated through artwork or even more importantly shared with the surrounding com-munity of people so that the energythat one is feeling or experiencing could then be passed through to other people and aha moments could be shared and more and other people could then begin the process of self correction for the purposes of self energy acquisitional responses.

it could most definitely be believed that all of this would be possible from pondering the basic prin ciple that what you create now is observ-able by the future immediately and the more you create the more the future has to work with and the more the future has to work with the more energythe future would have to work with and i believe that this is a very important issue to consider when discussing nite resources and that capitalism may have been an important course of economic discovery to chart up to the creation of the computer , internet, gps , automobile quadratihowever now that we have reached a point where


we can disseminate information from any point in our earthly existence to any other point in our earthly existence it stands to reason that much much much much of the burning of the fossil fuels that we have access to at this point can be dramatically slowed down to only the most essential oilconsumption possible and I say this with all of the humble-ness of a man who has spent a lifetime contem¬ plating the ideas that exist within the movies Back to the Future and Slaughterhouse 5 and the Time Traveler’s Wife.

It could surely stand to reason that within our subconscious tendencies there exists a need to understand the inherent ability of one to interact with time a concept that Peter Lynds believes is inherently flawed and non existent. This is an interesting concept in and of itself that there is a singularmoment that we interact with in which there is no time to speak of. This idea could be tested in that we could retract all time measuring items and observe how we would exist minus the watches, clocks, and timers that we surround oursevles with daily. Would we be able to exist without measuringtime as Peter Lynds supposes that there is no time? What would be left if we deleted the calendars, watches, and clocks and left the study of time to be left to the computers themselves because unlike organic crea¬tures they inherently base their entire existence on the acceptance and theyinherently understand time in a way that humans possibly do not.

I believe that the conversations that I am a part of now will only in-crease in their ability to experi ence energy and that the conversations that I am holding and the energy that I am sharing with those around me will one day be the type of energy that we will all be capable of shar-ing with eachother in that we are currently experiencing an interaction with information and energy that is not in line with what we would naturally be more happy to experience. For insurance this language and this technology does not serve to improve the human condition, it might serve to improve thecom¬puter’s condition but not our own, humans are emotional feeling beings who naturally interact with infroma¬tion and existence without the need for time and now that we are to a point where we will be capable of traveling through time, we should ask ourselves what does that exactly mean?

How can you travel through something that does not inherently exist? 71

Who is fooling who would be a question that I would like to pose in terms of the idea that when you ask me to be somewhere on time you are essentially controlling my existence in a way that you were never meant to do. It would seem that the human condition is resilient enough toweather the storms of countless millenia of obstacles and we still exist and still create and still perform and still interact and still breathe and still pump the blood of the cosmos through our veins and arteries and in spite of plagues and wars and famines and locusts and droughts we stillpersevere and have now reached a point where we have essentially gained complete control over our existence and nature in the western rst world.

We have reached a point where we collectively want for nothing other than to perfect our interac tions with each other and at this point it could be deemed that we have breached an apex point of great impor-tance where the ideas of the end of existence have obviously been overstated andthat what we are experiencing now will be the founda-tion for all experiences leading up to the moments when we collectively begin to explore the cosmos en mass in massive spaceships whose purpose is to travel to the far reaches of the galaxy and interact with whatever we should nd inother spaces in other galaxies. At some point some of those travelers would create situations similar to what we are experience¬ing here on earth now and at those moments those people that left earth at some point in the future may wish to return to the points in their existence that theycherished the most in order to redirect the energy that they found in other existences back to the moments when it would have done the most good to the most people for the most moments in time.

It could very easily be a cyclical exploration of the amounts of energy that we would seek to have access to with the knowledge that the more energy that we would have access to the more good that we could collectively do to and for each other. Would we be able to send the music from thefuture to the past as a form of energy that would inform them about how to improve their lives and their culture? Would we be able to send writing back to the past the way we can send it into the future by writing it down on sheets of paper?

The way the language of the english language evolved from the time of 72

Shakespeare to now would be a good indicator that the language that we speak now will evolve heavily in roughly five hundred years time as the words we speak now will not be the words we will speak then and so the question arises what would be a language that could be spoken that wouldexist both outside of time and outside of culture in such a way that we could all be able to communicate eectively no matter what time period or energy level we were experiencing ola o taya nomay sentia solatiama enteo namaste denu tellia nom atlastia and then we could transform our thoughtpatterns and cleanse our thoughts through the languages that we would speak at dierent time periods in our human form’s existence.

How does all of this aect what you are doing with your work now? I would say that the existence of this email is evidence enough that you are successful in your endeavors and that through the careful intro-spection of poets like myself and the inspiration that we can provide to your work and thatyour work can provide to ourselves that we can quite earnestly deliver messages through each other’s work that would be imperative to each other’s work.

I would like to point out that there are currently a large number of items that describe this time period currently floating safely in space, at some point into the future there will be archaeologists who will mine the artifacts in space for their relevance. A large number of these items will be earmarkedwith information that leads these people who are searching for knowledge into space into the work that is currently and has been being done in the last century. I can imagine this would be a time period that would be of great importance to the future because this was when we survived theapocalypse Armageddon end of the world battle for survival attempt to commit global suicide that was the world wars and maybe there are not many realities where the course of events went the way that they did, how many universes exist where the bombs on hiroshima and nagasaki did notdetonate, we ex¬ist in a time period where both bombs were detonated successfully and as such the wars came to a close and we still exist and there are other generations that are being created that are going to exist further into the future than ourselves and they are going to create generations thatare going to exist into the future further than themselves and all of these people that are existing from this point on are going to have expert knowledge of


the work that you have been doing and will be doing for the rest of your careers.

I would just like to point this out to you as as a poet the syntaxes that i appreciate the lines of logic that i interact with as a poet in search of the perfect sentences is akin to the effort that you place into studying the causes and effects of time on reality. What are we to think of a com-puter thatis constantly capturing and cataloging the events and the days and the time and the events of every moment and from this point on and from many points before this we have been interacting with the future in that they know expertly about all of the time that exists post internet ubiquity andeven before then through our writings and our newspapers and the such so the future even has knowledge of what happened leading up to the web that has been spun for us and here we are exploring the connes of reality deactivating landmines while we mind our minds and realize the sightsthat we behold are more beauti-ful than spun gold and so we grow old with the knowledge that we will be forever young and still we work on your machines and explore your ideas to the depths of your decisions.

I implore you to begin making your work known and begin discussing the inspirations that have within yourselves because honestly the work that we are doing is about communicating with people who existed generations before us and will exist generations after us in an eort to improvethe quality of life as much as possible in all directions for the purposes of experiencing higher and ever increasing levels of energy that we can then share and impart into our artwork as we experience the sensations that our language was meant for us to experience.

I will leave you with this and hope that we can discuss our viewpoints at some point because hon estly I am extremely fascinated with your work and would like to discuss with you the ramications of the ideas that you are germinating now and about how we can best ensure that thework that you do benets the most people in the highest forms possible.

if you have read this far thank you kindly and I look forward to hearing from you soon. I’ll buy din ner at a lovely restaurant i know of here in cincinnati oh.


with sincerity,

Nicholas Lawson 513 312 5204



All just within reach.

Walk to the store and see the selection Which combination shall you choose?

You have a whole assortment of goods to choose from So be glad that you are in the U S of A

where everything you need is just minutes away and today just like before

I will reach for the fridge and open the door, Pull the Mayostard and Soy Sauce out

and begin the process of a taste sensation. My tongue cries out for flavor!

My stomach cries out to be full!

I am at the mercy of this devourful being that I call me as I prepare another meal

I wonder how the food chain feels about refrigerators.


that family dog poem Little Cookie, brothers dog

love the food, with mouth and paw stares you down and wonders why you don’t reach down and dignify his aching stare , his pounding belly

his wagging tongue, and dutiful patience. Little Cookie, the wonder dog.

I ask who loves food? …and you raise a paw.


that embrace the binary poem There comes a time in every man’s life

when there are buttons to be pushed.

There comes a time when a man must move

beyond the analog world and embrace all that is digital and Through careful plucking of digital strings

informative symphonies must be crafted that will leave legacies on hard drives and will enable combinations of binaries to represent combinations of neurons

while I feel like im being graded on my manipulation of energy so why don’t I manipulate some today

and craft the images that will make the professors say “You passed.”


that neuronaut poem

I’m exploring the language like a neuronaut finding words and tossing them around looking for which ones rhyme and have a solid sound. What’s the newest linguistic flavor? I step back and react to an exact phrase while I sit back and enact a moment and soak up the suns rays … Vocal chordsmaking noise while we’re surrounded with sounds frequencies of energy are affecting us now combinations of syllables bringing us around the one million word mark, or mapped out mean-ingful frequencies. What does a compression wave really mean? Sonic energy surrounding me everysingle which way, you make noise and I make noise but just make sure that everything you say sounds famil-iar and I don’t know why randomly speaking in tones, makes cerebral

cortexes come undone? So let’s add some confusion that you’ll need me to unconfuse

“Yo dolla fome day, ent yomma so wah, olla folla doni ah!”

and the congregation stood up to applaud because they follow the men with the message who work hard enough to get you to listen refining the syllables that leave your throat makes you hard to ignore when you’re building the boat that saves souls and symphonies and makes it easy for people tobelieve that no matter what the universe does today… tomorrow is going to be okay. Time to get ready to do it all again and if you’ve read this far

I consider you a friend.


that recovering psychotics poem For the recovering psychotics!

For anyone that ever saw the inside of the padded rooms! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! It wasn’t supposed to be like this! Maybe it wasn’t supposed to be special but it wasn’t supposed to be so finite. We were never meant to be schizophrenic or bipolar or ocd or add or autistic. I’m sorry I’veexperienced too much reality to subscribe to your fantasies. You weren’t there and you sure as hell didn’t see what we saw behind our eyes. You didn’t see what any of us saw behind our eyes! You saw the after school special version of reality and we saw the theatrical release rated R. Myscreen opened up and left me reeling deep down in the depths of my cerebellum where moths are lost searching glimpses of sunshine there is a small heart shaped box enclosed with a heart shaped lock. Inside that box is all of the love that I have to offer this world most likely it will neverbe open again but I am trying and every time that box opens …

My world closes and firecrackers go off behind my eyes because my love runs deep like sycamore trees and is capable of nourishing a planet if saturated with care. I know the key is locked up inside the mind of my match … my mate…

who i am searching for with the diligence a poet should because it’s as real as a galaxy to me and I want to orbit your cosmos so that we can build starlight and awaken on the equinox holding each others hands blending our realities into something awesome.


that bill hicks poem

I can feel the inspiration flood my temples and then I jump to the keyboard to unload my mental flu that is caused by the effect of all of you, the drugs you’ve given me your tongues and your hues. In order to break free i have to stop caring about all of you. I have to write for me and say what I needto say, maybe this will kill you and our friendship and our love but I’ll be able to say that I spoke from my heart.


I’ve tried for so long to speak from yours so that you’d be happy with what you saw but when I read my writing it’s beautiful as beautiful as my very own broken jaw. You’re angry with your revolution because you don’t have the money you’ll say its over when you’re on top and when your laws arein place and when they’re your cops. You’ll be happy when the revolution is over. I will be happy because that will be the day when no one dies. The revolution I see and the one you see are the very same revolution but were revolving we are E VOLVING a type of electronic emergence that has ussplnning around these computers and laughing at their digits.

We’re so in love with numbers that we’re losing ourselves, we’re deriv-ing power from numbers and we’re like machines hellbent on seeing the most massive one manifested in front of ourselves, as if quantity ever meant anything in terms of culture? Where culture is always concerned with qualitybut quality is just quantity of time spent work-ing on something and we’re all looking for magic in the mysteries that surround us and I swear to god I’ll be a poet for certain and I’ll reap the magic that comes from my words I’ll count on you to count on me and we’ll rework this mystery so that themystery is easy to believe and hard to forget and we’ll make all the women wet. They’ll search for the asian lotus and we’ll powder our facets with chalk and we’ll chisel our abs with running and we’ll worship the six pack and we’ll sing the songs of melody because the silence truly scares usbecause then we’ll only be able to stare at the night and wonder when that next asteroid or mes-siah is going to come and from our hearts the world will see that we’re going to write the world a new gospel a set of answers that will guide the children into new days and new ways and we’ll all bepagan some-



We’ll be pagan as were pagin through millions of words that are com-ing from millions of birds flying through society like they want to

be free but really all this writing isn’t meant for me it’s my attempt to reach out to the great deity as this is my offering this is my stench this is the aroma that my mind permeates the ether with and I’ll make the question unique so that I can rearrange your temple and the thoughts thatrest just beneath it because when i ask you a question i am ask-ing you to think and one of my questions is going to push you to the brink these are the weapons I use and while you’re teaching children with your blues clues you’re teaching us with your amber waves of grain that arepiling up in silos that are filled with as many missiles as

grains of rice in asia that you’re waiting to destroy with your manipula-tive language rearranging station better known as the PC the personal computer because we need personal computing so that we can run

the numbers and see that your still lying to us and your bibles are still making us die and your religions are still making witches fry and you’re not even worried about what’s behind the poets eyes because we’ve got a grasp of the language that you can’t comprehend with your militarymadness that has us going spastic.

I just want to let you know that your way of life is on death row and were bringing aquarius in tow and jupiter and zeus and saturn and cupid and were bringing bows and arrows and sparrows that are going to spare you and then are going to be eaten by the hawk because the mercy you showfor the weak is the mercy we will show for you you damage our brothers to the east and we’ll damage your culture in the west and then we’ll come running for your brides and your women and we’ll amaze them with our incantations and I know this is the lesson I’ve learned look at mypoetry and then look at them I’m one of them but I can see the evil that rests inside of me I’m one of their clones and im aging and dying and leaving behind a morning glory story that even causes Copernicus to worry and Galileo who looked and saw with his very own eye the sensationsthat brought him in line with the salvation story we were all going to recite next morning glory where we live for the sunshine and spread our breath over existence because there comes a time when we all speak from the heart some of just happen to do it for a living.


that shadowless suns poem

They create no shadows because they are called suns, places where light congregates and salivates on its own origins. The future home of our souls when the closest star to our land expands and engulfs our planet there will be no escaping our emergence to cosmic sands. We will one day bewhisked away As the sun expands it’s command of the universe And decides to speak it’s language to the other stars as we are our sun’s experiment. We are the plaything of the moon We are being observed by the rocks radiating outwards, so we must look inwards to find our source of energy.There is no shadow outside the sun and there is no sun inside our minds Brains canvasing around this energetic existence while breathing the breath of circumstance. By chance do you happen to have a dollar? Because the stars are asking for some change and I don’t want to be the one to tell themto go away for they shine so bright. So can you spare some change so that we can live another day Because they are looking for charity and if you don’t have any They we’ll whisk you away to the furnaces of hades. Had you just opened your heart a little bit more you might have felt the love exploreyour veins And your arteries would have been filled like galleries With dynasties breathing with energy onto menageries And you won’t believe me but I saw Nep-tune surfng the web and he clicked on your profile And called you up so that he could reprogram your mind He wanted you to worshipthe water and all you did Was piss in the place where he called home And now your time is up and a God is coming for you With a storm behind his eyes!


that pioneer poem

Writing to me is like an exercise in exploration.

Its like an expedition into my the recesses of the wilderness that’s rest-ing just above my tongue.

Won’t you let me decipher you, you’re the one that’s moving me. Why do you hide secrets from me? Mental imagery driving me wild A stern demeanor refined for the college classroom

Give me some time and let me explode away from this box full of boxes Manipulating electricity for a moments joy upon seeing the end result Of thousands of mouse clicks and presses of the button And still I press on.

We’re working on the creation of information in our visual laboratories we’re working on the logic That will be reaching your cerebral cortex soon enough Through the trickle down effect , we’re creating the trick-les That will hopefully someday tickle your thalmus Where discretechemicals reveal that you can be tweaked And we are the tweakers of the tweekies Where our thoughts become yours when we develop Ideas that are impossible to ignore.


that metonymy poem

Back to the buttons and then beyond using metonymy gives me reason to believe that I’ll pick up these words they give me and make people believe that my college degree has some value beyond the years it took to achieve the moment where societies best deem you worthy of suc-cess.

In their eyes again and again you solve the problems that they bring formulating connections and receiving lovely pattern discretion ac-cepting 5 years of rhetoric and then beginning to formulate opinion, to accept or reject the premises placed before your soul there is nothing wrong with followingthe rules but will following the rules allow you to discover what you really want to do and do the rules and the system take into account what’s happening in nooks and crannies that tweak me discretely And make me want to fly and meet thee.

I’ve wasted enough time and amassed enough words I want to reach out and now speak to the world.


that we that have something poem

Earth is the focal point of consciousness as we are the experts on asking questions and finding those frequencies of energy that float from our throats and embed themselves into the minds of truth seekers who go out into this world and build bridges to infinity.

Laced with the graces of troubled souls there are those of us who strive for lives of understanding as we place our eyes on the circles of time that measure the moments. There is nothing guaranteed but an ending as we should all feel like guests who were given a beginning to work withbecause maybe that means something and to me something is something and its better than nothing because anyone with nothing isn’t here as in they never existed!

They never were and never will be, but us, yeah the lucky us, we’re here with something and maybe some of us have something great and may-be those people just need the time the time to fathom their existence and become reminded of the fact that we all saw the stars and loved the nightand this was our planet and we were here to carry on traditions while we created new epiphanies for our little ones to ponder so that we could turn on light bulbs and bask in the imagination of a generation of beautiful people who were all absorbing more than a cosmopolitan society couldever pour into a chilled glass of opportunity.

We’re all a little surprised to be here and isn’t this alphabet astounding forming the foundation for every sentence we speak As we melt our verbs into a soup tasty enough to nourish adult minds and maybe some poetry would do you some good! We all determine our own level ofinvolvement but the deep end of the language is where the beauty lies and the ugly truth resides. We’re all here trying to surmise the origins of the sunrise and your eyes seem to be the surprise i am trying to align with and we haven’t even begun yet, and the words I’m subscribing to stemfrom the souls of battered beginnings because I have spent my time languishing in the psychotic sensations that come from disrup-tions in authentic patterns of thought drowned in drugs from providers with a degree and without I’ve imbibed on the chemicals of catharsis searching for acreative catapult that would send me to the ends of ex-istence where I could email the Goddess and ask her for her cell phone



So that I could have a direct line to the inspirational vibe that seno-rita sonnet could provide for my writing As I sat back and tap danced across a collection of letters that took millions of eons to create and were destined to defend my fingers from the dawn of time. Yeah man these fingers weremeant for letters and these eyes were meant to read and its been so long since I’ve been here. I miss the ceremony of seren-dipity and the outpourings from the heart and I know you don’t know me but I wanted to share my words And thank you for your poetry because behind my eyes this is abeautiful epiphany every time I arrive and the poetry I find here is saturated with soul The kind that allows

one to evolve and find better words to say and better dreams to imagine We all have our dreams and maybe for those of us searching for the right words to speak this is where you find your ceremony and from these incantations The universe unravels itself before us one line at a time and after aweek of searching for meaning leaving here makes me feel just fine.

Thank you.


that drench me in god poem

Drenched in God the congregation worshipped astoundingly. The stage was staffed by the men and women whose privilege it was to sing the songs of salvation and there I was among the masses amazed at the devotion to the words in the book they were still reading. It’s a ceremo-ny forsinners and convicted hearts alike and everyone who wants to explore a tome together.

I thought I understood so I joined the masses at mass and witnessed as hands were raised as we all approached eternity in earnestness awaiting the answer to our collective questions Was there a god awaiting us or was there only the timelessness of eternity? Resigned to my own de-vices Iam awaiting the gorgeous darkness as those around me await the beautiful light.

I couldn’t imagine spending an eternity existing because I need my sleep. Ten years ago heaven sounded like a promise worth living for. Ten years on, it sounds like a fable believed in by deceived men who feel beautiful today. Thy kingdom come and we shall build it in your absenceshould you not return to lead us. This church . . . this endless entanglement with heartfelt thinking, you seem to find your myths useful and I seem to find my custom truths comforting. There is noth-ing between us that isn’t shared by all of us. Dreamer and activist , musician and actor,president and pauper, we all have our future to face and the truth doesn’t need our belief to exist.

What is, is, and every man woman or child who has ever expressed knowledge of the hereafter is but a beautiful breathing vestibule of wanting. Knowing the morals of the stories told for centuries my mind interprets my world and when my mind goes so does my world and me along withit. Stars are destroyed with time, galaxies are formed, trees grow, and all start from ,”I don’t know.” and return to “I guess I am.”

Wasn’t showing up on earth enough? How much more did we want than a chance to observe the stars and become engaged in the wisdoms that we can find within ourselves? We can tag along with pastors and priests all our lives but they are only leading us into their churches and teachingus to need their teachings. You never graduate from religion


class you just start understanding the teacher or maybe even teaching the class if you attend long enough.

Rising through the ranks of time we stumble through ecstasy drunk on existence. Like so many dreams we’ve had before we just appear in random situations and interact with our scenarios. If your mind can conjure false worlds at night maybe our collective mind can create collective falsemovements one mass delusion at a time, as we observe, all that is, in a never ending chemistry experiment that started itself and now wants to know how it forgot how it began reacting at the beginning of time.

We are those beings who are compelled to find such an answer, as our most basic elements cry out for knowledge. We’re like leaves asking questions about the tree, and every winter the leaves fall but then every spring they come back again from the very same bud they fell from. No oneremembers the seed or the sapling, we are what we are now and will never be what we were. Every adult should believe in their family because such basic communities are the think tanks of creators. Live for the children and prepare them for adult life.

Be acceptable and strive for amazement and surpass expectations at least once in your life. Find yourself a country prairie and sit and stare at the beginning of time in case you have never seen it. Absorb your birthplace as your elements came from those stars that are both burn-ing and cold at thesame time. Billions of years ago they existed and we can see their light now but right behind the light from those stars is a vacum and we are the caretakers of their memories.

One day all of this will dissolve and long after anyone is left to remem-ber what was meant to be remembered we will have a universe that was a beautiful one: and it was: oh heavens it was! we made this so beauti-ful! We painted and wrote songs and laughed and we explored the hell out of theseemotions and every possible combination of every possible moment and yes maybe we were meant to do just that if there was ever a “meant for us,” to be meant for. Some of us are fans of positive anar-chy where there is no end to the good we can do because maybe the money is holding us back ina world where few know what to do without the rectangles and the circles and the numbers. Imagine a


world minus the system, and maybe we can begin right there. If there ever was a revolution to be televised it would be a promotional video for hustling and going out into the world to discover what good it is that you can do for your neighbor. Right now we have our poetry and we have ourwits about us and we are adults , goddamn it we were created without asking to be and here we are in the ceremony of the cypher with the blood and the hearts of the universe right here next to the breath of life that we care for in our chests. The universe needs us to be alive because theuniverse is lifeless without us. Like a sixteen year old poet seeking to share his work with anyone that will listen this universe is unfolding itself before us one line of writing at a time, one brush stroke at a time, one note, one observation after one conversation after one birth at a time. Eachevent at a time adding to the culture of collaboration that we find ourselves in and the most broken of us have the most beautiful things to say.

From the shattered pieces of souls falling apart we can recreate our destinies and beautiful states of being. They say a great story always has a beautiful conflict within it that gives the story meaning and value. We need the worst of times so that we can understand when we are experi-encingthe best of times. How much more amazing are those family picnics when you can understand just how amazing those family picnics are? There was a time when the elders told the stories of how all of this came to be and maybe one day I will be one of those elders and my story of how allof this came to be would be for the purpose of teaching children to cherish women and through that respect we would respect each other and my story would go like this: : : : : :

Gather round the camp re kids and let me tell you a story about how all of this came to be…

There was a great nothingness and then the great nothing awoke and there were other nothings that awoke and then the nothings began to walk around and they became somethings and the somethings became something more and then the something mores became something greats andthose greats became women and they decided to create us, all of us, every single set of eyes you have ever seen descends from these women that braved the beginnings of beginnings and fought and scraped and learned and laid the ground work for all of this and there


was very little sleep and there were very brilliant dreams and then there was reality and mothers keep these truths inscribed on the backs of their hearts because women have been begetting humans since the dawn of time: There have always been women and there always will be women. We allhave a woman to thank for bringing us here: from flesh to flesh we are walking amidst the mysteries that brought us here. I have never met a creature that was not created by a woman and can only surmise that women are the beings that brought all of this to flour-ish.

I can imagine you are tired ladies, because through you the work of divinity is done. What do you wish for, as I selfishly wish for more time to wish. Thank you for your integral work in bringing us all here and thank you for your heartfelt traditions of bringing us into adulthood. We wouldn’t behere without you and maybe the sacred stories should begin to reflect that. As at any time this can come to an end and what then for those that continue on after loved ones leave? What have you left behind? Where are your stories? Where are your drawings? Your photos? Your imprints on thiscanvas?

Somedays I dream of stone tools and pieces of granite that I can chisel my dreams into because the future only seems to remember the rocks. These fingers have tapped many letters and danced across many thoughts and now here I am, calm as a singer in a room full of record-ing equipment sharingmy words. It’s a revolving world and wisdom is hidden and while I stand in that church listening to the spiritual leader speak, the music is no longer playing and my imagination has long since calmed itself down and now I am ready to begin listening again. Try as I might I have no idea what thepastor is trying to say and am happy that so many other people seem to understand. I forever feel like a stranger in whose ever house of worship I attend and no matter how beautiful the music, the words always seem to lose me as I imagine I seem lost to the writers of the words of worship. I can’tbelieve what you believe and must act accordingly as my soul is my heartbeat and I have one as long as it does just that … beats.

My heart has never not beat but I believe that one day such a thing may happen and I will return to the nothingness from whence I came but right now I am not experiencing nothing, I am experiencing something


and am sharing what I believe the best of myself with people I believe have a love for expression here amidst the chambers of poetry. So thank you for listening to my voice and thank you for listening to my words.

One day I will find a house of worship where I can feel at home. Until then, well, until then, I will just be happy that the universe was created and in that creation there is this microphone and a place to speak into it . It has been a long time since I have been here and I am glad to have foundthe time to make it back. I’m a student of poetry and this micro-phone will always mean more to me than God ever will. So thank you for your time, I’m glad to have found something to say and the courage to say it to the people who have always inspired me most.

The poets.

Thank you.


that knowledge of death poem

Sometimes I feel like I am floating six feet above my future there is this small space below my feet that is just awaiting my presence I have blood cells coursing through my arteries keeping keeping my con-sciousness conscious and there are only so many breaths of life you can absorb in alifetime to keep the chemicals staring at the letters and discerning an intuitive path through their sounds.

I’m placing my fingers on these symbols searching for frequencies of sentience, preprepared moments of intonations that are derived from a wanting mind proof that against a backdrop of an ever expanding cos-mos a single life can experience epiphaniftic moments of introspection where what youwant to be and who you are could be two very dispa-rate things, possibly these words are a way to create a path between here and there as if I can create the sounds of the soul I want to intone with.

Am I not that which pours forth from such a being there is so much you learn about yourself writing and meditating on your words, what does your vocabulary say about yourself and how do you really know what you have to say unless you take the time to say it and stare at it and absorb yourmeaning that maybe you can share with your creator as you embark on a journey as mysterious as the creation of a star that is the provider of the essential nourishment we need as a species need as a species.


that parents poem Dear Mother and Father

On August 10, 1974 you entered into a beautiful bond and have formed a more perfect union and from that union comes us your children, as on your anniversary our entire family has reason to celebrate because you began something that created four beginnings, your children you delvedinto the depths of love through all of the beauty and spiritual growth that it has to offer and have approached life with a moral fiber and a depth of character that is truly inspiring the two of you have made your lives as parts of the medical and education¬al communities daily touching thelives of your fellow man and woman and bringing the best out of those same people you have helped your love stands for a truth that is comforting and heartfelt you both serve as role models of devotion and development through all of the changes that occur in life and your children havebeen able to observe your bond first hand from morning to night as you have remained true and devout To one another and your family as all of your children strive for lives that in some way can mirror the lives that gave them life more thanks can-

not be given as from your bond comes the foundations for our future bonds and interactions with life


Mark Lawson a Husband and you Kathy Lawson a wife

thank you for your love and thank you for our life.


that vegan poem

there was a monster stalking my shadows and I was left to discover the truth of the fact that falcons surrounded my paradise keeping me inside of my moonshine that kept me comfortable while I was awaiting the inevitable and you know what i am talking about the inevitable the very first momentwe get to live when what we know is confronted with what we have always wanted to know so here I go out into the wilder-ness of eternity looking for Easter Eggs because i basically believe that god is a chicken trying to cross the road into our reality where we search for saviors to bleed them oftheir energy won’t you walk with me and help me with my cross the fire that I get caught up in daily because I want to imagine that you are beautiful as I grow more delinquent daily because I was meant to be a world war two soldier fighting the good fight while Turning the tide against those thatwould strip us of our freedom and now I have my freedom and I’m fighting to discover what to do with it I don’t think i will ever start a family so what I have right now is what i will always have as I blend into my artwork discov-ering news ways of screaming look at me aren’t I interesting , comeinto my world and help me decipher myself because I am too tired to do it myself and I have seen the seven signs of the oracle but they just keep telling me to buy my Oreo cookies and I ask if it’s okay to dunk them in milk and the oracle says yes and hands me a glass filled with three shots ofvodka that I drink quickly and spin into my dervishes of drama because i love my soul even if you think it’s awkward and boring I find more and more to discover daily I just don’t remember most of the details because I want to be a genius and have bigger fish to fry than the guppies I seemsurrounded by most of the time so I guess there are just some things that are better off left to the experts like poetry and sword swallowing and if you are not an expert in either then you probably have some kind of use to fulfill that is beneficial to society in a concrete fashion and women mustagree that you are powerful because you are aren’t you?

I’m just a fan of the alphabet and the clever tricks that it can do when tapped out just right refined in refineries of whiskey and coconut rum I’m trying to impress you and if i haven’t succeeded yet I just might keep trying because look at me I just keep writing and I am waiting for you to tell mehow special I am because I am and I know I am and this


is my flagship into eternity because I’m claiming all the land that I encounter I’m not comfortable with the idea that I never asked to be created and now I have to audition for a nicer landlord in the afterlife I didn’t have to care to get here and here seems just fine so I am assum-ing I won’thave to care to end up somewhere else after this quit pester-ing me with your programming because its giving me a glitch and i don’t care about your books because your beliefs make my soul itch say hello to the insides of my mind and let me show you the place that I birth my lines rightbehind my eyes you’ll find a kingdom of syllables all awaiting their time to shine as the path to enlightenment and sepa-ration from the demise of society that’s awaiting us all comes unless we find some passion to push through the motions of music that’s waiting for the prophets to rise andpaint the way to the secret corridor of order that’s found amidst the caverns of curiosity that happen to lead to discussions of introspection and imagination as we walk through sets of sentience where all that’s missing are the lights and the cameras because my home town happens to beready for a YouTube friendly environment and my ride to the cosmos is going to be lined with rhymes that tell the story as I’m doing it letting the pieces to the puzzle line up like grid iron lines and I’m already in the end zone building the stadium around me and that’s where I touch downdirecting trafic like a London bobby just happens to be my hobby and if you think you’re thinking of the thoughts I’m writing you’re damn right because I’m smooth as a stone at the bottom of the stream of my home team been there for centuries and I’m just finding my pace and i don’t mindif it’s from NYC just so long as at the end of the day I’m growing and learn-ing how to do me to the nth degree because I’m creating my name sakes and the vision could never be clearer just add some time and give the creators their time to do the things they naturally do because the plansare so far ahead of the moment that the minds on the grind are invisible architects planning mansions with nothing but a clever brain that’s ready to drain the funds from the fools because you never needed your presidents anyways as you were never involved enough to partici-pate insteadyou pick and choose how you’re ready to hate and that’s just part of the debate because the other half is about how you couldn’t possibly be ready for reality because the virtual world pales in compari-son to the facts you are not ready to face the news that you’ve wasted all the time theprophets provided for us and now we’ve got to rebuild a society that’s in need of a shot of adrenaline and I’ve got the needle


tipped tongue that’s ready to inject the serum into the prisms of perfec-tion that we’re all waiting to look through and if you’re standing in front of me just understand that I’m building my story because at the end of this we all get to share the glory.

Hello and welcome to my mind. Welcome the space behind my eyes. Let me tell you stories and build the bridges to infinity’s children with you. We were just that once and have found ourselves here amidst the grasshoppers. Just let me know when you want it to happen and I will jump for you Iwill leap whenever you want me to leap because it might make you smile and in that moment when your lips are pulled back into a symbol of friendship I will want to embrace you and hold you forever but I won’t be¬cause now is not the time for that and instead I will smile back and in my smile Iwill want you to see understanding and a wanting to comfort as these times can be hard and I know I have my bruises and I can see you rubbing yours but we’re still here and there is still another revolution of the earth around its axis of rotation ahead and while it orbits that shining star ofsignificance every year were watching the star shine and we love it Because we are the children of the sun and the babies of the cosmos and as we are growing into adulthood we are finding our way into each other’s lives and finding those moments When eternity seems to take a step back andrerelease itself into our eyes Because we can see the future and we want the future it’s just a matter of building it Those wonderful extensions into those relationships we are building daily I’m glad I took the time to shake your hand I’m happy for that and for the fact that we spoke words to eachother The next time we are in a crowded room together you will recognize me and i will recognize you and maybe we will make our way to the bar together and buy each other drinks and become inebriated . . .oh won’t you share your truth with me because I want to share my very own withyourself taking the time to understand the insides of each other’s minds because there are no more continents to discover just each other’s ideas and maybe you can dazzle me with your prose and i will try and comfort you with my poetry while we are together in a moment at the bar where thebartender is the star and were asking for the elixir that he is dispensing to help lubricate the cogs of cognition that turn with every word you learn from me and I from you and we from we and this is how it’s supposed to be successfully celebrating the essence of existence one conversation at a timemaking


each other feel like we belong to the human race that’s never going to find the finish line because we stopped running years ago and are now surrounded by a social experiment that is changing directions daily as we stop and observe our words like investigators on a search for the crimebut there was none that brought us here no rather it was a gift from the universe either this one or the next and our family has been family forever and we will forever find ourselves in each other’s lives searching for glory amidst the stories we are all the main characters of as you have yourstory that you are exploring and I have my own but in this moment we are in each other’s worlds interacting and reciprocat-ing our better tendencies and I want to fall in love with you as you fall in love with me and we want to want each other in our minds eyes so that we can explorereality regularly and we can fall forever as far as I am concerned because I’m on a path to the ends of forever and I want to meet you there when I arrive and in that moment I will surprise you like a dozen summer memories who just happen to all involve lemon-ade and orange juice thereamidst the moments we can truly cherish you’ll be there and I’ll be there and we’ll be there and that’s what we are talking about right now because we can put our passion anywhere and I’d like to share mine with you.


That libido poem

since i was born all i wanted to do was sex and since i was young

i just wanted to suck on a nice supple breast and since i was young

i just wanted skin to caress and since i was young

i wanted a heart i could undress and since i was young

i wanted to be a hero

I wanted to be the man i knew i could be

i wanted to be the man who could make you feel free i wanted to be the man who’d make you feel a song

i wanted to be the man whose hand you’d hold

i wanted to be the man whose love you’d strive for i wanted to be the man for whom you’d walk miles i wanted to be the man who made you smile

I wanted to be the man you couldn’t live without I wanted to be the man that made you shout

I wanted to be the man that made you scream I wanted to be the man that made you beam

I wanted to be the man that made you glow I wanted to be the man that let you know

that since i was young

i knew i would be good to the one i knew i would be good to the one i knew i would be good to the one i knew i would be good to the one iknew

i knew i knew i knew

and now i know i was too good

to be good to the one

i had to be better with two


and kinder to three

and then i started to see that one was too few and all was too many

I could only love the ones that were ready for love

because my love is hard to meet eye to eye you also have to be toe to toe

and breast to breast and mouth to mouth and all to all

is how I’ll fall

when you need me to finish you and i need you to finish me

and inside this sweet symphony we can feel melancholy

when each other we cannot see and i just know

that lifetimes can’t be spent with me there are only moments

when delicate life makes itself known and in a moment you moan

and i know that i own your heart

and from this start we begin to see

that moments are like blades of grass and a lifetime is like a lawn

and when you’re with the woman you love she is like the

owners among

the blades that are my memories and sharp as sharp can be carefully i can pick them up and pinch them together just right and i can blowpast my memories and the vibration makes a sound that my ears can see

and my eyes can’t understand


just like in love

your soul makes a sound that’s felt by the heart sweet as a tart

i know the feeling because love makes you melt and like steam in the air

you stop and don’t care that you are part of the air and part of the error because love is all wrong

and there isn’t a song you can sing or a game you can win

that has anything to do with anything that has to do with love

and it makes you strong so that you know

and can show

and it’s a language that is not spoken it’s a language that is shown

and when you move an object that makes her smile that’s when you’re running loves greatest mile when your legs start to hurt

and you don’t want anyone to put you out because you have what you need

and that’s just love indeed against greed and speed love is slow and giving you before me

and me before you and together

we can make our orgasmic dreams come true holding each other

under nights beautiful hue

where you think you know what to do but you have no idea

until you let a poet come too and spend the night with you and let a poet show you

what love really looks like


because until you’ve spent a night with a poet can you ever really say

that you spent time with every person that could make you say

ugh ah oh ah eeee

ooooh ah

because if there’s one thing a poet knows all about

is metaphor play

and we’ll have you inside yourself loving your body

and your mind

while you fall in love with us as you sense

the greatest sense of trust that you could ever feel

inside of something so fulfilling

that you’ll think you’ve been given a meal and if you think you’re full

wait just wait

because you’ve never been fulfilled until you’ve been filled with

the love of a poet.


that was read on 107.1 poem who needs joints more than the cops?

who needs ecstasy more than the strippers ? who needs cocaine more than the homeless?

who needs LSD more than the computer scientists? who needs mushrooms more than the poets?

who needs nicotine more than the killers? who needs alcohol more than the sororities? who needs crack more than the politicians? who needs opium more than the therapists? who needscaffeine more than the capitalists? who needs aspirin more than the headaches? who needs Viagra more than the needy? who needs heroines more than the heroes?


that my eyes are awake poem 10:00 AM

I’m Up… I’m UP I’m Up I’m Up

I’m finally up!

My eyes are awake. My mind is refreshed.

I have another chance to walk around the universe and survey my surroundings that are forever changing as are my reasons for being.

I think I’ll manufacture some logic

and try and unwind a wonderful thought in my mind.

I don’t need to do pushups or run for something exciting I just have to relax and get back to the fact

that I’m conscious and I know that anything else is extra.

I’m one of the sperm that made it into this world and I’ll be one of the sperm that makes it

into the next.


that question for pro athletes poem

1. What if there was a professional dodge ball league that incorporated athletes from different professional leagues for games once a season. They could wear headgear and protective attire because professional athletes can throw pretty damn hard. There could be a number of games leading up tothe que de gras where the pitchers from the profes-sional baseball leagues have their game of dodge ball every season?

2. What if the Professional basketball association developed a new rule where you would be allowed to triple the number of players on the court but you would not be allowed to run during the game? Quints would continue until a team scored 23 points in a sectional. There would be five quints toa game and the first team to win three quints wins.

3. What if the professional Football league developed new rules for the super bowl where the center of ever set of downs had to be a cheer-leader?

4. What if there were guest referees at the pro bowl? The MVP from the previous season would be allowed to be a referee for the entire follow-ing season starting with the Pro Bowl as their inceptionary game? The player would then be allowed to decide whether or not they would like to go back toplaying football or they would be allowed to decide to stay a referee or they would be allowed to decide if they would like to enter into the administration of the football league? If they would de-cide to go back to being a referee, once a season they would be allowed to be a twelfth man on thefield for a team of their choosing after their first season as a referee. The Guest Referee would also be enabled with a digital video camera and would be taking classes on digital photogra-phy during the week leading up to the game and this player would be allowed to have carte blanche on thedays of games to create any type of photograph that they would like with any of the people who have sub-mitted to purchasing tickets at the stadium. These photographs could then be uploaded to the web through special technology that would be developed for the camera and would only bedeveloped specially for the NFL league cameras. There would be one of these.


5. What if the professional golf league had a game a year where they used different weighted golf balls to the discretion of the golfers? The placement of the golf ball would always be the same but a golfer would have a gradient of maybe 35 different weights to use at any given mo-ment? The instrument that they would use to propel the sphere would be a fleet of slingshots. They could have caddy that knew the power

of the slingshots and the selects that the slingshots would have on the various weights? The golfers would also only be allowed to play these rules when it rains.

6. What if the professional hockey league instituted rules where the puck was expanded out to a much wider diameter and incorporated light tech¬nology so that it would flash with various levels of bright-ness depending on how hard it was hit? It would keep track of the strengths that it washit with previous and should it ever be hit the hardest it would trigger an effect with the sound system and visual effects system that would begin playing pre-recorded music videos cho-sen by the hockey player when he or she is the one that is the current strength leader upon hitting thepuck.

7. What if the baseball league incorporated gps tracking technology within it and it kept track of how far it had been hit distance wise and if the ball was hit into the stands it could only continue when the ball had been returned to the pitcher? The point would be to use as few balls

as possible so that as much statistical information as possible could be captured in every single baseball. The ball be registered with the GPS and would track total distance covered over time, fastest trajectory ever, and greatest amount of power achieved at the point of impact with the bat.The ball would be time coded and the timings would match up with the baseball players who created such effects and it would become a new statistic on their baseball profile websites.

8. What if there was a game of professional darts developed that used the javelin or discus as the object of aim onto a target that was devel-oped by a group of landscape architects? It could be like golf in that the discuss or javelin would have to achieve eighteen goals before in asclose to eighteen throws as pos¬sible. The discuss itself could be graphically enabled and would shine while being thrown through the

air. It would keep track of the distances it was thrown. There could also


be fields erected for this sport where accuracy was also explored as the throwers would have to use their typical form to also get as close to a target as possible, making this the most dificult sport of all, possibly.


that freaks poem

Oh the weird ones! Freaks, disenchanted with the religious superstruc-ture

the ones who wished they could have put the nails in Jesus.

Staring at a mediocre God for mediocre people hearing stories of clicks of mice turning men into mouseketeers backpacking derelicts standing at the entrance to insanity wishing all their brethren hello with a smile and a wave.

the distance between the queers and the straight men happen to be the same difference between slavery and freedom.

your priests explain the facts of life to you from a book of fiction

while your homeless explain the facts of life to you from a street corner won’t you listen to your weird ones your derelicts

your bible is filled with the kinds of people you hate to see around you today

so many so surprised by fancy fabrics and glowing screens your heros hate you and your so naive you love it

maybe we will survive long enough to enjoy your demise until that day comes enjoy your trophies and your television because there aren’t enough orgasms to save you from the poets!


that NRA poem

They keep wrapping God around their trigger finger, Ready to empty a magazine full of misunderstandings. Debating with demagogues who gets shot next

Embracing the safety of an instrument that illusion of safety And the reality of the world we were never meant to inhabit You cling to your cliches of capital investments

That invest in capital crimes smiled upon by capital legislators Because maybe the men who peddle the weapons

Have ulterior motives as bullets are expensive

So lets raise some taxes so that we can invade the next defenseless country

And shine the might of our military down the throats of the enemies Of wasps in the wasp nest clutching their communion

While they cannibalize their christ in their unholy tradition Dedicated to unholy men who burned their communities and now the funds are collected

From men who have no professional morals as we are all trying to make it

One transaction at a time and if the bullets are flying so are the doves That sing their music and you wouldn’t need to defend me If your ways were more hospitable to the reign of diplomacy

That the future clings to like cathartic creationism

Oh you religious nuts following your bible into the afterlife Maybe you can bring your bullets with you when you leave Because your community of Jesuits follows your God closely

Now all you have to do is become crucified and you can understand what Jesus would do

As you would rather prepare yourself for death than align yourself with life

You have the wrong heros and time forgets those have no clue Even your history books will rewrite you because while you wor-shipped war for centuries

Sitting back sipping on your cognac its almost as if the only thing I can wish upon you is a heart attack.


that they are lying to me poem

I think they are lying to me God because I think you are a woman. They tell me you created the world in six days I just think it took nine months of labor it can’t be what the big three books say it is no God, I think you are a woman who is searching for herself.

I woke up one day and was told a story about what happened before I was born its almost been like a briefing that I was sent to correct they say there were billions before me but there was never a me that came before me So here I am awaiting my chance to be remembered for being createdthere was a time before me and then there was me and there will be a time after me but I am here right now sharing my words and my sentences while I try to think the thoughts that they say I ought not to and maybe that’s just the way it is because they don’t want to give their own godcredence but I believe in you because I can see you three letters for all of you G O D yeah that’s what god looks like to me and they say that word created all of this but I think they are lying because they left off the “dess”

which is just one “r” short of a dress

that I love to watch you walk in

while I try and serenade the creator of the words we work with here in this English saturated ceremony


that alive amidst the strange poem

let me tell you what strange is, strange is being alive in a world that is inherently trying to destroy not only itself but anyone and everyone who would try and create more sense and that would bring about a level of existence that would benefit everyone. What is strange is that I never askedto be created and yet here I am , dealing with all of the strangeness that I see surrounding me. At one point I was told that I

was the strange one and that I was the one that had the problems when just obfuscation of the facts was the case.

How can you expect me to behave like I have done this before when I have not done this before?

You must understand that I have spent the last fifteen years of my life online. I have been surfing the web since I was fifteen and I am now thirty. I have been online at least ten hours a week that entire time. That is at least ten hours a week for fifty two weeks for fifteen years. That amounts to at theminimum 520 hours a year. For roughly ten years that is 5200 hours and for fifteen years that is roughly 7800 hours and that is not counting those weeks where I read for roughly twenty or thirty hours when that happened, which had a habit of happening.

This does not include time writing the several hundred pages of writing that I have printed out and detailed in my binders at home. This does not count time spent watching movies, watching television, or read-

ing books, magazines, and newspapers. I have also spent roughly 4000 hours in the classroom accumulating time that leads up to my English Literature degree. Then I read about the current state of education and have been reading about the current state of education and apparently in thisenvironment graduating with a bachelor’s degree in any capac-ity is somewhat of a miracle and then , and then even in spite of having graduated with a degree from an accredited respected state institution, I am told that the job market is in steep decline and the future for col-lege graduates does notlook well.

You have been training us for college since we were created and now you are telling us that everything you were training us for is meaning-less? Is this a regular occurrence in your world? I am not certain what I


was doing before I was created, however I am fairly certain that coming here and involving myself in your problems was not on my itinerary in terms of all of infinity.

I strangely know how to help, and I inherently know how to solve your problems and help you build a sustainable platform for your personal growth and your spiritual growth but so many of you would rather wal-low in your ridiculousness and negative attitudes.

Sometimes I just stare at existence and I boil with hatred at all of this. I feel levels of hatred so pure and distilled that I channel into myself

knowing that there are times when I do not know how to see straight. I watch what you put on the news and what you put in your movie thea-tres and what you put online and what you consider entertainment just makes me cringe.

Case in point, the “Saw” movie series. How many saw movies did your society allow to be created? What exactly is the purpose for these films and how exactly is this considered entertainment or useful? You dis-gust me in ways that you cannot possibly imagine and I just walk thesestreets staring at you and what you have subjected myself and my gen-eration to and I want to show you what you could have been doing the entire time. Do you remember Casablanca? Do you remember Audrey Hepburn? Do you remember when movies used to be entertaining? Do youremember Gone with the Wind? Do you remember Charlie Chap-lin? Do you remember Frank Sinatra? Do you remember your begin-nings? Do you remember why you do what you do?

No you give us the most ridiculous contraptions known to mankind and then you wonder why the world is the way it is. You created this with your mass media and you created our problems and you poisoned our subconscious out of some sheer disease that you wanted to inflict upon us.Then you saturated our subconscious with your Matrix Films, Out of the Mouth of Madness, Tron, Vanilla Sky, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, and Total Recall. You have consistently brought us to the point where we question the very nature of our existence and you call itentertainment and yet you present it with all of the intentions as to make the concept as believable as possible. Then your reality mirrors your fantasies through the work of Ray Kurzweil and the development


of robotics in Japan and the computing industry in general and the Anderson Institute in New York.

You continually move us in a direction that is not healthy as you have no sense of timing and no sense of what you are doing. You create and disseminate with no overarching theory that directs your most potent actions.

How long have you been doing this and you still have no sense as to what you are doing? You still take shots in the dark that should have by now been disseminated with pinpoint accuracy in terms of solving real world human situations. I’m so tired of you and I am only thirty.

I want nothing else than to lay in a warm bed and dream warm dreams and listen to warm music and drink warm tea and think warm thoughts and you consistently work to take this away from me at every moment of my existence. I burn with distaste for your idea of art and

your idea of expression and with your lack of care for how what you do affects the people that you expose to your corruption.

Then you wonder why your system breaks apart when you have sys-tematically destroyed its incentive system and its joy system and its internal reward system. You should be the happiest any generation has ever been at this point and instead you are the saddest and that saddens me and I guess Iam just trying to do more than help, I am trying to heal but how are you supposed to heal when that which needs healing is unwilling to heal or even admit that it has a problem.

You created me , I did not create you. Just remember that.


that art of dance poem

We explore the art of war on the dance floor, stockpiles of kisses wait-ing to be unleashed We dance because we didn’t ask for permission to exist And now all that makes sense is this A late night rendezvous serenaded by the sensational songs That bring the memories we want toremember As we jump to the conclusion that all we have to do is

dance And the romance will take care of itself As we enjoy each other’s anticipation moving closer to one another Brushing up against the people that we desire To be close to as we remove one article at a time While we unwind and define our existence through our enlightenmentBecause it’s frightening to comprehend the words that we do As we are daily through the dictionary searching for the spells that will make it easy to tell who is in love with who and what does all of this mean to you?

Where our direction on the dance floor is towards each other As you never know what may happen amidst drinks and dervishes Turning circles and laughing all night long As we go from one favorite song to the next And the dj seems to be an expert on the subject of movementBecause what would we do if there was no place to groove?

And we’re ready for eternity and it just so happens that I want to spend it with you So grow with me and glow with me And know with me that tonight is the most beautiful season to be alive And anything can hap-pen one moment at a time So why don’t you reclaim your empire And Iwill descend on your kingdom While we go to blows fighting for the

right to know That the nicest fight we could experience Would be a bat-tle of the sexes And the choice of weapons is up to you But no matter what you do or what you choose I’ll do my best to disarm you With my flower power hours of happiness That realign my spine with the shakras inyour soul And when you are aligned with me We can massage each others chi into infinity.


that stars poem

i want to break free so i can see

the cosmos that’s just in front of me i can see the dark matter

it’s all around the stars your speaking in tongues that just aren’t that hard

to understand and comprehend it’s just as plain as day

and you can see it any which way

and i think we just may break the lights and sway out and about as we understand the slanguage it’s something that you just have to see

it’s psychiatry mixed with cosmology and everything that we happen to be just inside ourselves

and inside our lives beautiful and wonderful and all precious indeed

take a moment

just take because they aren’t given if you want you have to grab it and said yeah i just did it

and then face the world that you stole from and stare them down

and recombine and mastermind

the reason behind the because the world ain’t right

but the world marches on fight after fight

with its victims being M.I.A. searched and found

they’re found below ground and i can hear the sound

of soldiers dying

in the name of advertising

because they signed up for a dream


and ended up with a nightmare

and on a level that you might not be on that’s highly and detestably wrong when your advertising war

you need truth in your advertising and you need to pin a picture

on who saved private Ryan and say sign up for that

i say never

because because the meaninglessness of those moments will last forever

as i am glad i exist when i do

because i know i am stronger than you even though you’ve got the bomb

I’ve got the song

that can wipe away your weapons and I’m singing it all day long and I’ll never be a target

because you’ll never see the real me until you promise me safety

in a world that you’re making unsafe I’ll go crazy in all the right ways

if you can promise me protection

and I’ll be everything that you ever wanted to see if you can keep me safe and harbor my interests because i have a life to live

but i notice that you do too so what are we going to do as the crossroads are coming

and we’re close to the moment when society capsizes

and the captain abandons ship and then maybe someone else grabs the wheel and steers it clear of the iceberg that’s coming

just like it always does but not this time because this time

we know we were right all along…..


that thinking about age poem

Three months from thirty I contemplate the concept that I may have another hundred left to run Surrounded by screens filled with informa-tion I wonder what the days ahead hold for our generation. We have what we have been given and then it is very possible we will be given that again and thenagain and even then again With no place left to migrate we have only each others minds left to explore your construct of reality compared to mine. Maybe we give and take from each other as we all explore our love and evolve into more normal states of being as staring at screens is not our waywe were meant for better days that have yet to be created by the programmers who are playing games with social sentience. This sentence was never meant to be written but it was and will continue until they charge us for our alphabet because intellec-tual property gives us a reason to believe in thefoundations of empires burning with desire to believe that they are the pinnacles of their places and spaces that rest above are awaiting our presence with the presents we have yet to claim so bleed with me and seed with me a new state

of understanding and in return I will be your servant and lead you by feeding you.


that twelfth man poem

i was the twelfth man on my high school basketball team i sat the bench all season

i believed in jesus and heaven and hell and angels and miracles i liked to chase girls and didn’t know much about women

i had a girlfriend that liked to kiss me and then i broke up with her for the wrong girl

i went to collge and learned to draw

i left for england and chased more women

i moved and touched and danced and wrote

as i pushed this body of mine into places i never thought it would go because i never thought about going but i did and served up shillings to my soul that was observing with a tender heart this young man that would grow up to be me.


that nas poem

He said you are just another slave to a page in his rhyme book… So I’d like to point out that you are free wake up with a new look. Nas is like the pharaoh trapped in his tomb… I’m like the grave robber coming for your riches soon… If I could free the world and everyone in it sky’s the limit… I’dmove with the quickness of a nasa outlaw… Armed with the knowledge to out rhyme all a ya’ll… And I breathe the breathe of infinity as i share with you this new prophecy… It came to me while I was searching for the prosperity of a quintillion mc’s… Waiting to be given the permission to breatheand travel through time expertly and

exhale the words they have been patiently debating… So grab yourself a recording device of any quality and we shall see… In the first days who was going to paint the way to a new day… That we could spend forever rewinding time and rewriting the scriptures… As we proceed to mine these wordsfor the knowledge they glean… And then we the many gravitate to the microphone because the more we rhyme the more we own and the more we distance the future from the ways of the past the more our generation will have a future that will last. So glow with me grow with me and know with methat a knowledge nation is here and the words we are choosing are going to make it very clear… That first you get the power and then you get the respect and then you get the prosperity that comes with englishtic literacy. So run to me and let me make it plain and clear that we’re writing the linesthat make unskilled mc’s contract lockjaw can’t talk ya’ll so take the time to type as I don’t need the hype just give me time to write and everything ends up being alright.


that kiss but do you love poem You think but do you imagine?

You talk but do you listen? You kiss but do you love?

You see me but can you know me?

With a universe larger than the one you see inside of me You can study the thoughts that stem from me forever Because you’ll never find the same one twice

And each one is like its own galaxy Floating and orbiting

Through the membranes of memory That are growing daily

And sifting around the stiffness of reality Then through my eyes you’ll find a surprise Because what I see might not be what you see Because visualization is a language to me Andwhat I see speaks to me

But does it speak to you

So just ask me to talk about the universe And I’ll ramble on forever

Traveling and talking

And finding all the places that you love to be touched As relatively speaking

You really have more skin to touch Then there are worlds to explore. So ask me a question

Just make sure it sounds something like Give me more.


that be kind to your genius poem maybe the whole world changes

when a genius gets its heart broken maybe the cosmos folds inside itself when genius and love become entangled maybe love is relatively powerful


that alabaster poem I’m white

I’m white like cocaine I’m white like semen I’m white like teeth I’m white like sugar I’mwhite like flour

I’m white like tooth brush bristles I’m white like the moon

I’m white like the hottest stars I’m white like the sandy beaches I’m white like bones

I’m just white


that shel silverstein poem i know where the sidewalk ends

so i picked up a trowel

and i picked up some concrete and i started diggin

makin that next square where the sidewalk ends because some poets die only to live on new lives inother people’s eyes

as they are reborn and rebooted

and sent back out into the world

to manifest new rhymes for us to hear

selling us words that sound pleasant to our ear i love the life of poetry.


that women of my life poem Julia

such a cherry blossom i have never seen before and shall never see again

such a wonderful idea in the cosmos of imagination i hope a ladybug finds her soon


such a groovy woman

i couldn’t handle her telling me it was gods wish for us to split what could i say

maybe we can argue some other day as for her today i must pray


thanks for the dance

it was you and me and you and me and us out on that


i loved your lips

and would love to have tasted more


such a sharp little tongue

you keep it hidden well behind smiles

but sometimes your venom becomes unhidden such beauty rests in your power

and i wish we could have spent another hour



loveliest of all

from a simple smile you made me unwind

such majesty i have never before witnessed maybe you’ll see me sometime


in old south Africa maybe you’ll be married

to that wonderful man you know that lived through a life’s

horror show


intensity you were full of and caressing feelings as well

i wish i could have read your mind and read you stories as night fell


such a lovely German youth wasted on you was wasted youth

but pureness on your lips was pureness i loved to feel


my first encounter with the poles you were hot one minute

you kept my head spinning may you find your time

in the big apple bountiful indeed


less is more when we explore

all that life has to give

and all that love has to offer your budding blossoms

i remember so well

but ah the stories i have to learn to tell you see love taught me something

i hope you can see

your lips were by the far the greatest and your tenderness the tenderest


Sarah lovely doe

you are so sweet

from such a young romance we played so sweet

a story here

and tremendous laugh there sometimes with you

i learned how to care


more radiant

and so full of love

never another woman i have met that was so much like a dove with a laugh like candy

that was so sweet and delectable you made a boy

feel like he was something


if your arm i broke many apologies given seeing you teach seems just like you

i know you’ll spread knowledge that i saw grow inside of you

Amy London

what can i say

the things that went through my head well i feel stupid today

maybe some business we can discuss

and be okay

Maria 126

the magnificent

most mean with the spoon you could cook up anything and we loved to chill

in your room

may your days be lovely and your time so sweet

I’m so sorry i had to be so unique


soft in the dew

when rain starts to fall none will fall on you with fun and beauty your such a lovely sight

sometimes we can be artists and sometimes we can be right


searching for talent

your great at what you do just keep those guns moving

and the whole world will thank you


with a wolf for a dog

your softness and tenderness will forever punk me out seeing you at the warehouse was something to scream about


with the feline teeth

i hope you got the letter i wrote it for you

and the conversation we had we had a perfect time

and shared some perfect bread i learned so much from you


and life for me moved forward

as i followed your gossamer thread


that meditation on understanding poem Waiting, trying to be deciphered

Hoping that what I say

will bring me where I need to be It’s me

I am all that you see Inside this suit

Is just who I am I’m ready

Work is what I seek Guide me

So that I may be

What you need me to be Many years I have studied Many books I have read Many places I have been So tell me

What shall we do This is the beginning

Of the conversation between me And you.


that fulfill your desires poem Fulfill your destined desires to be beautiful! Consult with your temptations and give in! Life is worth living and were right here,

right now, living and breathing and being. I think I enjoy you beside me.

Maybe my words can ease your insides? Have you ever tried to perform?

What’s your favorite color? Walk around the watchtower, carrying a glass of water.

Surrounded by keyboards and screens.

pushing words and numbers in ever more tantalizing combinations reformulating the universe before our eyes.

Special effects shows show us that we’re close to creating a new sunrise! Where will the ideas take us and in which direction shall we go? Entertainment is ever-present and were falling deeper into our couches. Why do you think we have an outside?

What have you done out there lately?


that beautiful abstractions poem

Withered emotions dissipating with age, numbness comes and finds me daily. Happiness comes in small doses like candy that I imbibe on carefully, sometimes I think I really need the serotonin, other times I

think I just need the withdrawal. Smiles and laughter bring me closer to nirvana! I look forward to ever pleasant release. I’ve never been an MC, never been able to rock the crowds. I don’t really know what I do with crowds, but I do know that I whisper simple truths, conveyed to me to be passeddown for centuries.

Prophecies and epiphanies elongate my vocabulary, as I try and play with the words that save the world, Raising eyebrows and kain, because this is the end result of living a life deemed insane. I tap danced across an alphabet while I watched the logic learn from the meaning. My faith had died inwinters season, there was no more reason for believing, just sit back and relish in what is.

Dimethyltriptimine might be our most conscious voice, our art form might be our most beautiful choice, practicing pantheons of majesty, we place words above our weaponry. Poets are the subconscious voices of the majority, exploring mental pathways we transcend linguistic lines of meaning,absorbing science and reason and explaining the bass lines of the galaxy.

Infusing rhythms and orchestration into our words we tap into the need to create beauty and it seems that rhyme is reason and like a jig sawed puzzle we poets, take the words from our hearts and place them together as we rework the universe because we want to hear what the language soundedlike at the start when all of it rhymed and was of one tongue and American borne i scream from my lungs “I’ll be writing poetry until the day I die!”

and on my video tombstone there will be a movie of me screaming I wrote with ferocity because I wanted to feel free! and just when I

should be ending this poem I back up and redraw my breath… there are more to these combinations of words than I previously thought, upon closer inspection there is another flow to follow… I draw my breath back and exhale all until i feel hollow. Won’t you move with me a little


bit while I show you how to follow I’ll pull my lips to yours and well fall down the well of spells, you’ll share your cosmos with me and I’ll share my nebulas with you. I write like I own the stars but all I have are these neurons that are perplexingly and maybe that’s enough for you to loveme.

Get past all the drama and chest thumping and maybe it will be my neck you’ll be rubbing; placing your body warmth against mine while i place mine against yours, we can travel to other dimensions as we

speak the whispers that reside behind our eyes, what do you sound like when you start to cum , what’s the secret to unlock¬ing your highest sensation? Don’t you think it’s been too long since we’ve kissed, ration-ing your lips to me in a seductive fashion? Let’s get together and ele-vate, I’lltake you to a special place, where they serve sushi on a beauti-ful wooden plate. We can dine on Saki and ask for the mahi mahi, from experience I’ll tell you to avoid the wasabi. Now won’t you come a little closer to me, you’ve been coy all night and we’ve shared some laughs I’m gladyou liked my writing, I’m glad you’ve liked my words.

What should we do next? The season is right, let’s take a walk and stay out a little into the night. We can spend quality time while we walk through the breeze. I’ll try and impress you by pointing up high, I’ll say something like “Did you know that one thing lasts forever, and

if you look up you’ll see it, it’s the sky!” Maybe you’ll laugh and do a cartwheel, call me eccentric and cute, I’ll bring us back the playground and chase after you, then pick you up and swing you around. Looks like I’ll try and make sure your feet never touch ground. Off to the swings we’llgo and I’ll show you how we used to do it in the hill , and I know, the playground in summer is a lovely place to go so maybe this is the place for us to know that we’re old and we’re young, trapped in bodies speaking in foreign tongues, this English is gibberish but I’ll make do because Ican. I’m starting to feel you, I hope you understand, this is all just imagination coming from the fingers of my hand now that we’ve come this far , thank you for enjoying my chosen words, maybe some-day you’ll be the lady I write about and I’ll show you the meaning of absurd. The sky isfalling, and all of it landed in my pocket.

Now I’m carrying axons around waiting for a super nova to make a sound. I delivered my existence to my makers, hoping to understand if


they were proud of me. After encountering the nether regions of urban life, what did they think of me? Hospitals and jail cells… drunken stu-pors and hot boxes… Had i strayed too far from the beaten path? Did Leary and Keasy and Huxley lead me astray? Should I have taken more notes inD.A.R.E.? or or or or or or or or or or or or or or or or or or am I perfectly fine just the way i am?


that less is more poem

Is monetary compensation at such a young age really necessary? Won’t my life bounce back if I at least try and bounce? Can’t I retry and get back to my zodiac sign? Libras balance their lives on the scales and maybe I need to add some weight to the right side, since I pushed down so hardon the left.

I sit lonely among the lonely. In my college hometown, thousands of youth working to get their work done for the sole purpose of working for someone else post-graduation. Working to do the kind of work that is socially acceptable because making food for people and selling cloth-ingjust doesn’t cut the mustard.

We want to be like the rich folk that have the shiny cars and the big houses with rooms they don’t need or use. We want to be celebrities in our communities and it’s so tiring and so pointless. If television showed us leaders who used what we learned in academia, if television showed usmathematicians on a regular basis, philosophers debating, medical personnel operating and talking about medicine, history teachers talk-ing about history. If you could get an education by just watching televi-sion, with some interaction online, we could make our country better by cuttingout all the deliberately useless information. Stop worrying about actors and actresses and people living fake lives. Worry more about the real people that the actors and actresses base their lives on and learn to have fun learning, but if you want an education you have to pay through the noseso that your anchored by debt.

A symptom of the imagination, being taught about numbers so that you can be taught about negative numbers, so that you can be told how far away from zero you are so that you can figure how long you have to work so that society can keep on building buildings that we don’t need andare just a waste of space anyways.

Who are the people that are scared of stopping the motion of society? Who is scared of relaxing in the age of post exploration, since there is nothing left to explore? There is nothing left to clean, there is nothing left to do but stay healthy and interact. We’re the first generation thatwas born after the photos of the earth from space. We’re post space


travel and your holding us back and retracting our dreams, more than what it seems we’re beautiful and there are so many beautiful lonely people. Look at all of the beautiful lonely people, there are so many, so many beautiful lonely people, so many beautiful lonely people, Why are you holdingus back? What are you trying to do that is so different from what we are trying to do?

Why are you trying to control us? What do you want from us? What do you think we should be doing? Why are you listening to that religious man? Why are you listening to that politician? Why aren’t you listen-ing to your mother and your father? Why are we working for money

to pay rent in houses long built for decades , what’s the con and are we trapped? Why does religion speak of shepherds and is that why you are trying to push us back?

What’s your function and why should we care? I don’t want to kill myself but I do want to get out of here. Would the government have as much power if it wasn’t for the media? Does the television empower the government and keep them in our lives? Would the government be more effective ifthey just stayed the hell of of television and relegated themselves to print and the radio? If we stopped paying attention to those that claimed to be our leaders, would they still be?

Are we really locked into democracy or are we just really locked into the TV? How could they send us to war if we didn’t know who they are? Aren’t they trapping us within their voices with their suits?

Couldn’t the presidential elite still feel elite if they were marginalized? Does the system work when the leaders are on television or are they just that vain?

Doesn’t television need to cover local politics more in depth and local business? I only ask because I know more about car crashes than I do about equity. Are you really trying to improve this or are you just trying to redo this.


that flavor in the language poem

I sit back and enact a spastic moment within my mind. I think to myself that I am outside the confines of time. Just another

flavor in the language, come and taste the rhyme.

Everything’s going to change.

Sit back, relax, have a good time, we’re just rearranging some verbs and speaking in the tongue of absurd. So come and craft with us

like people never thought we could, but when were finished,

we’ll be rhyming in the studio, takin photos and makin’ art,

because this is more than the beginning, this is really just the start,

hundreds of poems before this but this is where I begin to depart and make manifest the destiny that is in store for me.

As it’s the mind that morphs reality!

So don’t fall victim to chemical atrophy. Keep thinking and trying new things, and listen to the song

the poet sings.


that even atheists write prayers poem Lord,

Thank you, thank you for your love and for your care in creating us. Thank you for the mysteries that you surround us with and thank you for the love that you imbedded within us. Thank you for making us beings who look for the mysteries in life. Thank you for putting tears in our eyes and thankyou for pulling those very same tears from our eyes when we need to feel their moistness most. You are an awesome God and in your awesomeness you spark the flame that is lit behind our eyes and you give meaning where meaning shouldn’t exist. You give flowers where flowers shouldn’t existand you give mountains where mountains shouldn’t exist.

Lord we shouldn’t exist and through your awesome mercy we do exist and more praise couldn’t be given than through the songs we sing to you daily and through the thoughts that we lift up to you hourly. You are beautiful.

Thank you for giving me arms to hug people with and thank you for giving me eyes to cry for peo ple with Lord. Just thank you and thank you for staying true to me when I wasn’t true to you. Thank you for letting me take my walk in solitude lord. Thank you for letting me live alone Lord. Thankyou for letting me find the music that you would have me find. Thank you for just glowing. Thank you for shining brightly and for being more than I could ever hope to encounter alone. Thank you for showing me that there is more to life than my own interests. Thank you for showing me yourlanguage and thank you for teaching me how to speak it. Thank you lord. Thank you for being bet-ter than me and thank you for being stronger than me. Thank you for listening to my prayers and thank you for answering all of them. Thank you.

Lord from the highest mountains I cry out you are Lord and from the furthest reaches of my consciousness I ask that you make yourself more real to me. Lord I even ask that you manifest yourself again in our midst and Lord please come and bring another body to this world that is yourmanifestation. Lord I ask that you give us another face of yours


to spend time with. Lord I ask that you give us another body of yours to spend time with another face to cry with and another face to laugh with and another face to teach us how to praise you properly again with. Lord I ask that you come back to us and show us the way again andstraighten our lives again.

Lord be the lord of our lives and be the love in our lives. We need you and we want you to lift the burden of looking for you again and replace it with the joy of finding you. Lord I give myself to you and I want you to push me into all the places that you would have me go and I want you tobring me through all the trials that you would have me learn from and I want to thank you for the opportunity to call you my God again. Just thank you.

Graciously I stand for the truth that you stood for and at times it is hard to learn the lessons that you would have me learn but at times the joy courses through my body and I cannot deny that your road is the road to be taken.

Lord thank you for the spiritual journey, thank you for the spiritual growth that you instill in us. Thank you. Lord with tears near my eyes I cry the tears for having been born 2000 years after you. Lord I want to be more like you and I only have dreams and visions of what you must be likebut I strive for more lord. Forever I am wanting to look you in the eye and forever I am wanting to hold you close. Lord you are the lord that saved the world and through your salvation we find solace that we were able to make it 2000 years after you left though didn’t leave.

We are still here lord and it doesn’t appear that there are any other be-ings near us or that are within our reach lord. Thank you for choosing the best place to plant us and thank you for finding the water and the land for us lord. Thank you for finding the sun and the stars for us lord. Thank youfor finding the animals and the plants for us lord. Thank you for finding the light¬ness and the darkness for us lord. Thank you for finding our lives lord and thank you for leading us to where we could live.

Thank you for being our shepherd lord and thank you for finding the 138

food for us lord. Thank you for the dances and the music and thank you for the writing and the stories and thank you for the numbers and the math and thank you for the pixels and the pictures. Thank you for all of that lord.

Sometimes I think it’s hard to follow you lord but then sometimes I think I can be weak. Sometimes I think I can be stubborn and some-times I think I can be hurtful lord. You stand fast through all of my faults and you stand fast through all of my weakness and you wait for me to be strong againand you wait for me to be patient again. You wait for me to be supple again and you are ready as soon as I am ready and when I am ready you teach. You are always there no matter where I go and like a comforting blanket you warm my soul. You are beautiful in your presence and for all of that I amthankful.

Lord be the shepherd that we need and guide us where we need to be guided to. Salvation is what we strive for, those perfect days where we do all that we are meant to do and through all that we are meant to do we find you. You give us what we need to do and you give us the les¬sons that weneed to learn. You give us the teachers that love to teach and the artists that love to create art. Lord you give us what we

need and as a child with a loving heart you joyfully spend craft us into better than we could ever be alone. What more can I say lord, your holiness abounds. Lord you traverse the stars with us and make the stars that we are to traverse to. You know now if we are to leave this planet and you knownow what our future is. Thank you for the mys-tery. Thank you for the oceans and thank you for the skies. Thank you for the trees and thank you for the sand. Thank you for the beaches and thank you for the pastures. Thank you for the animals and thank you for the plants. Thank you for the atomsand thank you for the planets. Thank you for the stars and thank you for the electrons. Thank you for the physics and thank you for the poetry.

Ala toma adi o, cama don’t rosti oh. Cola tola fasio drosta toma entio. What are these words that you have me speak lord and from where do they come lord? Thank you for the words we have left to learn and thank you for the language we have left to speak. Thank you for the beds that youwould have us lie in and thank you for the people that

you would have us lie with. Thank you for nations that you would have


us grouped into and thank you for the future that you would have us sent into.

A blessed day is here and is being spent with you lord. From the hum-blest place that I know of , thank you.


that linguistical epiphanistic poem All that exists unfolds to create the patterns of energy that create linguistic epiphanies.

Language is the reason for being.

We transcribe sonic vibrations with our throat shakra. We transform air into the kind of energy

that can transform kingdoms

as combinations of sound have the power to build and destroy dynasties

and bring us closer to heavenly understanding.


that they were devout atheists poem

they were sky is blue atheists unable to take the advice of meandering fiction weavers teaching hatred as a moral imperative gospel preach-ers collecting minds for their mayhem as they planned their free car washes because they wanted to talk to people about jesus while they shined therims of the wealthy handing out sandwiches to people who weren’t even hungry reveling in their ways smiling as they stepped on the outcasts more mainstream than most can stand angry at anyone who critiques their creations shilling out opinions on existence that only insult the clichesthey cling to collections of selection of opinions that are empty calories reforming history on a regular basis to create conduits to capitalism as you paint pictures of collection plates that support your holy orders that come from schizophrenic realizations of the imagination peddle yourbook and your viewpoints and enjoy your freedom as your lack of involvement in anything useful only makes so easy to avoid.


that transcendent goal poem inwardly i strive for transcendence

as it becomes more and more necessary to prove i am not who i am

the further i distance myself from the memories the more i rebuild my aura and sense of spirit

what better places to discuss my inner most thoughts than with my innermost demons

skeletons who have taken over

closets and created who new wardrobes for me to walk in it might be adult life but i am back

to my bones and can’t find any clothing that fits me properly


that tell a vision poem Ah the television

The Tell A Vision

The box that searches for the unique people That aren’t necessarily good at anything Other than doing absolutely nothing

Better than anyone else

A culture of style for the sake of style

As the evolution of marketing makes its mark And there’s lots of money to be made and lost

As its all driven by commercials and the calculating boss But with all this talk about the economy

I can’t help but wonder about the nature of money The government makes it and then asks for it back And all I really want to know is , really, seriously, What’s up with that?


that we need a new post ofice What the hell do you want from me?

Oh yeah that’s right, you want 30 g’s Well let me tell you about my generation I’m post agricultural revolution

Post industrial revolution Post information age Post millennial

Post internet Post nasa

Post man on the moon

Post programming languages Post hollywood

Post warhol Post car Post da vinci

Post renaissance

Post challenger disaster Post berlin wall tumbling Post hussein

Post clinton Post hip hop

Post rock and roll Post poetry

Post def jam Post tupac Post biggie Post eminem

Post linkin park Post jay z

Post nirvana Post dc talk Post newsboys

Post soundgarden Post motley crue Post 80’s

Post 90’s

Post wikipedia


Post friendster Post bubble Post youtube Post nintendo Postsega

Post xbox

Post World of Warcraft Post Second Life

Post Jesus

Post Muhammed Post Krishna

Post Saul WIlliams Post turn tables Post microphones Post electricity Postspeakers

Post Billy Grahm Post Pope John Paul Post Ronald Regan

Post photos of earth from space ( that’s really really big) Post space stations

Post satellites

Post mini dv tapes Post voyager

Post star trek Post Lucy Post MASH

Post Superbowl Post Olympics Post BASIC Post HTML PostCSS

Post Actionscripting Post Kurzweil

Post Jeff Hawkins Post Peter Lynds Post Einstein

Post Proof of Relativity Post Orwell


Post Rand Post Dick Post Asimov Post Apple

Post Microsoft Post Photoshop Post Cinema4D Post Spielberg PostLucas

Post Airplanes Post Helicopters Post Radio

Post CD’s Post MP3’s Post Cassettes

Post Desert Storm Post Waco

Post 9/11

Post Oklahoma City Bombing Post Columbine

Post Virginia Tech

Post the entire span of history back to the beginning of time Post right now

Post right now again

Post whatever amazing developments were discovered today Post whoever died today

Post whoever was born today

Post light bulbs which allow for light 24 hours a day which is a huge change

Post Conord

Post round the world in less than a day

Post people having traveled at over 10,000 miles per hour which is something that was unthinkable by all of recorded history up to maybe fifty years ago

Post chemical weapons Post atomic bombs

Post world war two which was the biggest war that was ever enacted ever in the history of all that exists on every single planet in the uni-verse as the chances of there being life on


other planets is slim but the odds of

other planets being so unbelievably reckless is so much less Post world war one

Post cuban missile crisis Post civil war

Post enlightenment Post transcendence Post time travel

Post multiverse concept Post laptop computers Post cell phones

Post psychology

Post prison industrial complex Post education industrial complex

Post more than you could possibly imagine and pre everything that is ever going to matter to the future and the future of our future

Post the point where it doesn’t matter how much you try and brainwash me, Ill never forget because im post a special kind of respect that i used to have for you.

Post the realization that our generation was sent to clean up your fuck ups and the generation after us is going to have to try and gure out what the hell for the rest of the future to do because basically the way i see it, our generation’s job is to protect the them from , well, you.


that lips army poem

Let us take a moment to talk about kisses!

The kind of kisses that melt your mouth, and rejuvenate your soul. The kind of kisses that have symphonies playing in the background. Let’s talk about the kisses that make you feel like you’re in a movie. Let’s talk about all the kisses that you’ve ever had.

Lovely succulent kisses, placed by a gourmet.

That let’s you taste the sweetness of the soul in a moment, when you find the universe embracing you,

pulling your hair, tasting your teeth, massaging the nape of your neck,

all at the same time in the darkness of a few eyes closed. The science of the kiss is but a suttle one,

to be explored by laborers of love who press on in the battlefield of sex, making motions with movement

that should never have been thought of. In these moments lip to lip

you nd out you’re up against someone that can make you flip and your soul starts burning again,

while you bequeath your tongue

to be placed inside the mouth of another. You succulently surrender!

Lose all thoughts of the moment,

as your exploring ecstasy and it feels so beautiful!,

just being who you are and remembering what you did when you were young.

Methodically break it down;

and assemble a perfect moment for yourself as you inhale the breath of your lover

as you taste the sweetness of their juice, massage the pain from their day.

All while you’re exploring the darkness together,


that as daylight breaks poem

As daylight breaks so do I , an evening spent with the written word. I go over and over the words I write and I can’t help but see this lit-

tle man that just wants to fight to infuriate and fill with rage. All these words that he’s putting on the page so many people walking around numb, if even a brief emotion can be felt any of them just pick one. Feel it to it’s fullness and lose oneself again Travel the paths of emotions andconquer. We’re all here on this little blue spaceship. It’s full of every-thing we need and if big enough pins were to prick our home I know what color it would bleed. It would bleed all the colors that we would ever need to see and in these moments infinity and his brother eternity would comeand chant their chants and would suture the wounds be-cause the family of forever knows about All the time. All the time is just all the time All the time All the time All the time Its not fleeting to us, because we can see all the time, We can feel all the time, We can hear all the time, We canlove all the time, We can pray all the time, And this is what we do, all the time. So as day is breaking so am I, Wondering who will piece together my heart? Who can love me and pull me back together? I’ll keep looking for you, because it has nothing to do with time. You’ll find me and I’llfind you, and then we’ll do what lovers do, and create some moments that we’ll always remember and then we’ll rub elbows in another dimension and I might have been better before but I broke character and ignored all the parts I didn’t ignore before so please pull me apart and tell me itwill be better I was happy before I broken, maybe humpty dumpty can put me back together. I’ll write po-etry to the wind and hope the stars can comprehend the meaning that

I am seeking to derive from the moment I was born, til the moment I will die. I will be discerning and learning what this world is turning into and all the while I’ll wear a smile because it’s glorious and won-

drous to see the things I see. Especially the little shining dots that litter my thoughts and affect my lot in life, like my little sprites that come to light, calming my troubles and my past. Prove to me that once you do the math you’ll start to see your very own path light up and raise up off ofthe ground and it will make a swooshy sound like you’re just sup-posed to do it and i’ll move it along with my feet. I speak in tongues that get openly made fun of , i rewrite my scribblings so that you can understand my babblings because if you haven’t read my writing you haven’t readme and more to the point what i store in this box is what

i need to breathe because i’ll never feel let down by the language i’ll al-


ways feel like i let it down because i wasn’t unique enough and i wasn’t discrete enough but damn it I was always me.



that loveliest image poem I know what smart is …

smart is when your standing there observing time

while everyone else is lost in the moment. Smart is retaining the most detailed memory your culture.

Smart is a long line in a short poem.

Smart is following your heart while being guided by your mind. Smart is taking your time and living a story.

Smart is a manifesto that’s on the tip of your tongue. Smart is hyphenated words you created yourself.

Smart is Jack Kerouac crying six minutes past midnight. Smart is finding yourself right where you are.

Smart is what you cannot fathom when you’ve never been called it. Smart is when you feel the weight of the world on your very shoulders, pressing the t-shirt against your backbone because you can feel the swishing of the ocean massaging your neck and you can feel the hima-layas pinching anerve and your not letting go because you know you can cure this sickness if you just think about it enough if you can just come up with a combination of words that can be passed on from one person to another that will make us all understand that which we need to understand to get on the samepage and reform a Reformists age and move n’sync with the music and the motion that we need to be in motion with. It’s when your thinking of all of this while your watching the world change and you just want to make your change on the global mindscape so that you can say you existed and sothat the computer can say you existed and so that we all can say indeed “He existed and

you know what he was smart , wasn’t very tidy but damn he was smart.”

Smart is an addiction.


that trapped in reality poem A young poet trapped in reality

I set my sights on just what I need to see I wrap my words in analogies Metaphorically I inhale thee

And breath you back out Spastically

Its like math to me

I’m formulating strategies

Because I feel like rap isn’t the path for me I need to poetically get back to my roots

And see who are the people that im supposed to move Verbocity

In this realm you see

Is all that matters when the world is free

And English is the weapon that I was born to squeeze Rat a tat tat

I have a feeling its like that

As the peacemaker gets sent to back of the room

I can understand why unindoctrinated person simply pushin a broom I go over and over these stories I hear

The more I marinate the more it becomes clear War is the weapon of choice this year

If you think you’re a leader stand up and be clear As we reprogram the matrix

With these codes you see It’s all about simplicity And the least you need Is the answer indeed

Because we’re movin it now and were building a crowd Were pushin the movement and building it loud

A sonic youth that’s born to be proud

Were reaching nirvana and I can feel it now Sublimeness on a whole new dimension

I wanted an answer because I asked a question The universe made me and here I am Standing in front of you just a lonely man With these words that I create


As they are all I have

Preprepared paradoxes that I pop in my gun

I unload and shoot shots just to practice my aim Flowing through these stenciled energy patterns I feel found when I walk the trails I blaze

Going places that I know I’ve made It’s the passion that I crave

Your nothing and then you end up in the grave So while you’re alive do all that you can do Don’t worry about the powers that be

Just worry about the power that’s inside of we

because its we that have all the roads that we have to walk Some of us just know how to talk the talk

While we amble around this tiny park That’s changing more each and every day

Because were movin it now and were building a crowd Were pushin the movement and building it loud

A sonic youth that’s born to be proud

Were reaching nirvana and I can feel it now Hh Hh Hh Hh

Breathing the breath that I was born to breathe What is all of this supposed to mean

Ask a poet and he’ll describe it indeed

Because confusing convoluted language is all around me So confuse em back but with a message embedded Something that will shock em and will get em thinking That maybe they are sailing in a ship that is sinking They can’t keep onactin the way that they do

We’re spending time in world that is shrinking

We’re trapped on a planet that is full of mixed up missions Leaders going this way and that

And no one really knows how to react

When a new voice emerges that calms the seas

You just wait and watch what these metaphors mean to me I’m crafting my language to mean something indeed

I’ve heard all the stories and I can’t take it any more I’m tired of listening to tired people telling tired tales

I want to speak my mind and strike you with the tales I’ve made I’ve been around the world and seen many a creature


I’ve even spoken with God and he says im a preacher So I’m standing here with these words that aren’t mine

I know im borrowing everything I have and I’ll pay it back in time So listen well and listen good

Because were movin it now and were building a crowd We pushin the movement and building it loud

A sonic youth that’s born to be proud

Were reaching nirvana and I can feel it now.


that I’ve been traveling poem

Thirty revolutions around the constantly mysterious glowing orb and here I am. How many times have I seen that chariot of fire make its way across that floating ocean? The sister of the sun evokes just as much awe from a simpleton like me, as that pearl colored majesty makes its way across acrow colored spectacle filled with tiny needle points of light. I’m standing here on an equally spellbinding sphere in amaze-ment; just me and my blood staring out at all of this that never ends. Somehow this all fits together and I am one of the observers of this entity. This all encompassingspectacle is very real and is the birthplace of billions who, just like me with their own sets of questions stare and ponder like myself. I am daily amazed that I was given the chance to stare at this unending poem. One day I will lose my ability to observe this and like a beautiful tradition I am in themidst of my existence awaiting my departure. Together for the rest of forever we are here together and collectively we have our questions and maybe you can answer some of mine and I can try to answer some of yours then we can commune and share some food and laughter as we explore oursentience with one another and part ways back to our sleeping quarters that rest beneath the chariots of fire and the keepers of the night.


that beautiful symphony poem

There is a beautiful symphony awaiting the choirs of angels who are ready to sing the praises of creation. At any moment the universe is ready to set free its caretakers of song and announce its presence to sleeping souls Who love beautiful traditions more than contemporary technologybecause so much happened so fast And now we need a new answer to our age old questions because the old age old questions were answered Apparently yes, we can build anything we wish to build, so what now? We went to the moon and built an internet enabled personal computingmetropolitan gargantuan planet That still needs its poems. We have the latest conceptualized contraptionologica but we still need that ancient alphabet to run it. This future cannot exist without the past because the past did the important dificult work that we today like to call survival. Wededicated a movie to a single man living on an island, three thousand years ago that was called, well it would have been called Tuesday if the phrase Tuesday had been invented yet. I don’t know how dificult a war is to fight but we used to be evenly matched now we enlist genocidal roboticmarines To defeat stone throwing McGuyvers who just want to fight the fight that we fought against germany. We

are their monster and we never blink. I believe in deities you cannot imagine because I uplift my sentience to places you will not go. Won’t you throw your weight around because we used to commune at work and now we have no more communion. I’m worried that we lost some-thingimportant that you will never remember needing as I pine for an adult life I never was able to know and you grow in a world that you never needed to question. I’m on the edge questioning my existence while you are just a stones throw from never knowing what you have the luxury tonever know. They wanted to build and you are happy to have it while I am just staring at the two of you Ready to use your tools beautifully.


that angel irises poem

There was salvation to be found inside angel irises

that stared through the decisions I made and here I am awaiting my entrance to heaven or hell

but neither matters because both places are not here and here is neither of those places

So where is this exactly in the grand scheme of things?

Your religious speak of the joyful and terrible places that await us but I would like to know

What was the joyful or terrible place that preceded our emergence Into this place as I would call this place more joyful than heaven and more terrible than hell

Which is exactly what you avoid looking at while you wait for places that will never be

You could never understand the trauma you have caused the free

As you took advantage of free speech and 501(c)3 and now the money is all you need to believe

So I sit back with my book of poetry and laugh because you chase the notions that your books will last forever

and I tell you that even your god has a shelf life when someone like me writes the book of life

that you won’t be allowed to read because you damaged me I lived a life so perfectly and then you brought me into this and thought nothing of the kids.


that calm amidst the turmoil poem i stood inside a hurricane and licked a little lollipop

i knew that all that wind would very soon stop but not before it tore a tree from terra firma and planted roots inside my chest cavity where the fluid of my life came spilling out andwrapped itself around hickory arteries that held open houses once a week

for fledgling college students who have no idea what to say or what a painting is all about or why a sculpture matters

or why life drawing is sensual

my arteries are lled with poetry cells

that are mutating daily and keeping me alive and my veins hold my vanity because

there’s someone inside of me

that thinks this poetry will inspire thee so i keep writing while art shows

are filled with milling students and self absorption keeps me coming back to my words that

wreak havoc on my operating system that has me saving lives three at a time screaming in the center of a hurricane

that the weather will always remain the same


that shout out to voltron poem i recombined my mind like voltron

after it was scattered from discovering the truth and now that i can see the truer side of you

it makes me want to take away all the blue and paint your eyelids peppermint shades while i reach around your middle

and hug you while i tickle and listen while you giggle

throwing jokes along your path because i know they make you laugh what better way to be tempted by defeat than through the avenues of love.


that lets get it on poem

i want to wrestle you on top of the sheets and slide between satin

and glide over some silk

and then i want to taste your tongue and massage your gums with my lips while we engage in behavior

we have been waiting to experience since before we knew how to exist and so i kiss you on the forehead while you lay your head on my sleave tonightwe will know what love is because we took the time to believe


that what I would have said poem “can’t we all just get along?” is what rodney said… well what he should have said instead was …


that’s all that needed to be said and all that needs to change

is police oficers who treat people inhumanely with their weaponry and their demeanor as they are professionals and need to understand that the people they are policing for the most part are not

and could never be professional human beings and that sometimes things happen that are against the law but are not illegal

does that make sense? the law is not the law all the time its depends on the situation every situation

because sometimes theft is necessary and sometimes so is a joint you do not own us and this is not yours we respect you

but only so long as you respect us and that is true for all


that what i would have also done poem i guess i don’t understand because if i was jesus

id have been repentant and sorrowful and maligned about my actions facing crucifixion i would have done more than standing there speaking in my head asking the wind to come and make it all better again

no if i had been jesus i would never have turned over the tables in a temble that was not mine

i would never have faced breaking and entering in a business establish-ment

that just wouldn’t have been my style

but you love him and want to be like him

and worship him and all that he stands for yet you mostly seem not to read

the book the defines your deity

because if you did you would never follow a man that was an accom-plished petty thief

now maybe this was impressive in latin and the kings english

but translated into modern day contemporary magazine style writing english

its just sad what you would consider a god among men

if we are going to worship a man who gave sight to the blind with mud lets really worship men who give sight to the blind with steel

if we are going to worship a man who allowed people to walk lets really worship men who bring cripples to mobility every day if we are going to worship a man who treated lepers

lets worship real people who work with lepers every day lets worship the real gods and let the false ones fall away.


that professional beggar poem the more I learn about religion

the more I just want to be left alone your stylized begging

won’t get you any closer to heaven and you call your meetings services when your just serving yourself filling roles we don’t need anymore with a bookthat you twist into your messages that you strangely need

to fulfill your mission

that you feel the need to achieve for your 501(c)3

I believe that you launder more bills than you do souls

and its something of a mystery to me how you would rather uplift Truth

as opposed to uplifting Literacy

because if you take the time to read the book you find its not what you say it is

and compared to contemporary society its not even impressive.


that singular sentience poem

I’ve been experiencing tryouts for infinity here amidst the talent pools of earth

saturated sensations of singular sentience

I am at the center of my serenade that I share with the cosmos The beauty of existence hit me like a soul train

I have finally found the shore and am standing staring at my ocean of emptiness

And am ready to begin filling myself with the memories of better days It takes a long time to love someone who hates themselves so please be patient with me

I’ve spent time at four mental hospitals in three cities on two continents and still have shards of insanity stuck in my eye

I am the person I have always been only more distilled and potent so bare with me as I unleash my potential that was held back

by pill pushers and republican empires I only wish to serve and create wealth

won’t you take me by the hand and I will earn you a grand because my story ends the same way it began



that shirt shaker poem

shake that shirt now lady shake them pants listen to the music let’s start that dance because we’re surrounded by the music and we both want to lose it

while we love each others groove and the rhythm makes us move

and i want to flow with you around the lights and the smoke

because watching you in those clothes makes me want to explode with emotion and its something like a mystery

how you make these sensations come over me but there you are and the time is right

so when we start the tango just let go while we let each other know

that we don’t need a stage because this is our show and this is our night.


that what i want poem I want to explode with emotion and fall into the light.

I want to bask in the darkness and wait for my wife.

I want to hold her close and i want to kiss her eyes.

I want to live every moment as if i am about to die.


that memories of youth poem i remember the first time i ever danced

i remember the first time i let the music harmonize my pants i remember the way my shirt felt

i remember yeah i remember the music young as young could be i danced like i couldn’t seeand didn’t care about being free

but i was


that waiting for fame poem i think i shall be famous someday

this work is what i want to be known for you never know just what you’ll find when you’re waiting for life

to try and take your last dime it’s no use being fruitful

it’s no use being wise

it’s only useful to look forward to sleep

awaiting the day you can be at one with the deep knowing that you spent your youth

preparing for your adult life and spent your adult life preparing for your old age

to be famous for the way you moved through the trials we all face

is recognition worthy of working towards

because when those that don’t know what you know know that you know what they don’t know

and that you are buying drinks we all find time to smile


that god type language poem ala fomta yoshama yomoyoy

I used to be a little boy

And I fell prey to the words decoy So maybe I should enjoy

This time that I have

As I never get back the minutes That I spend with idle hands But with my fingers moving

I can move and choose The right to refuse

Any moment that comes my way Because I am learning how to drive The ocean away

So that there is that much more land to travel in and yeah it’s all I know and all I see

and together we can find the time to be free.


that i have days like this poem You have to love the dick

We have to love the clit We’ll worship each other Together

And find orgasms Forever.


that ode to elizabeth poem Suit on, shoes wet, and willing to dance for the women I haven’t kissed yet Saturday night and the groove was right

Grammar’s provided the space and Goddess provided the night So I sparked my consciousness and rubbed my hands

The ladies were lovely and the music was grand On into the night I was dancing for her hand

And we found ourselves from time to time smiling like genies just freed from the lamp

Nice young blonde, who knew how to move We canter banded and swimdoddled while the music gave our souls something to fondle

Round and round each others imagination we moved Step for step we each knew what we knew

The whole club seemed to be in the know

That there was some real life dancing at a real life show

The drinks were being downed and the smiles were moving around The mirror behind the bar doubled the occupancy

of the space we resided in

And when she and me held hands and spun

We smiled our smiles and felt the feeling of having fun

I felt a happiness down inside of me that is hard to describe Because the dance floor to me is where all of life comes alive As the chaos we experience in a moment like that

Is the greatest moment that can occur to a writer who pulls his words out of eternity’s hat.


that new york city fox poem Oh she’s a master of the universe in training

Gaining accolades like some people acquire clothing

Moving through life ready to roller derby her way into the history books

Waiting to take the stage and gain those Vagina Monologue looks As she brings eruptions of laughter that matter

And she has her special someone who makes her shine like the dia-mond that she is

Refined through pressure and her temperature couldn’t be hotter Lined with stars down her side because she is her own constellation

It’s a sensation when she calls because through it all she has been so tall The fox of her city , and when she gets angry she might say … ya’ll!


that time for some poetry poem now it’s time for some poetry.

we upload pages like prayers to God; a global consciousness is our maker, as it takes a globe of consciousness to solve the problem

of keeping everyone, alive and so we strive to be ever present poets

awaiting our time to shine

when you acknowledge our words and our worlds that we have carefully refined

for you.


that staring at my navel poem As I gave birth to my navel,

I saw myself unfold inside my soul, existence saw fit to remove me from infinity,

I’ve always existed and always will but different dimensions serve different purposes within reality.

I think! I know! I feel! I see!

I understand me, but wish to craft true beauty, something original exists just behind my eyes and I am blind to the reasons why my words

always fall short of the perfection I wish to behold. I pull combinations of words from the cosmos hoping that the next articulation of meaning

will allow me to transcend and defend my existence.


that squeeze a booty poem Small town beauties,

big city cuties,

both have squeezable booties.


that come together for a storm poem You’re so cool

And I’m so warm

And when we get together There will be a storm

As we engulf each other’s coasts

And toast to the moments we spend together because I love the way your skin feels

and your moans tell me you love mine so let us dine on each other’s ether

while we seek to place hurricanes in sensuous places while tornados find rainbows in our eyes

and i can hear the thunder in your voice can you feel the lightening in mine

channel nine could never have predicted this no matter what the weather forecast might be

no one can tell us what the temperature is going to be when you are laying next to me.


that alan ginsberg of the future poem I’ve seen the best minds of my generation

rise to the heights of astonishment

while I became lost in my own linguistic epiphanies Three months from thirty I contemplate the

concept that I may have another hundred left to run write and live where are these wording coming from

and where will they go when I am finished marathonning through existence drunk on english amazed at the places that my days would have me go so I throw out caution and care while i delight

in simple equivocations of the heart

that stem from ideas gleaned from decades

of learning about centuries that came before me.


that muhajadin poem

I am the master of my mastery of mastering mastery I am the muhajadin of my mind!

I am the angel that tends my thoughts.

I share my soul with you when the time is right!

I stumble through existence drunk on philosophy.

I manipulate evolution as I embrace enlightened desires! I feel the fluctuations of time down my spine.

I live for the rhyme because I love the sublime!


that engaged in my fantasy poem You could never love me, but you might love my words,

as what I leave behind is better than what I am right now. What I give to you is better than what you give to me, and from my point of view in the galaxy

the universe revolves around my soul. I am the center of all that exists

and at the same time so are you.

What you are to you, is more important than what I am to me, to you. What I am to me, is more important than what you are to you, to me. Our words are fluctuations of energy that we pass between us

as our collective energy unlocks the galaxy and makes tools that equip our chemistry.

Mathematically I know the equation that portrays you as equal to me, but at the same time I keep unraveling this riddle

that grows more convoluted as I grow.

I think the internet should be proof enough that we are the greatest beings that we know,

as I am the cat that chases the mouse with my paw playing games like click tac toe.

Laugh when you read this so that you can let me know, that you understand where this poet is trying to go. Because I am the ring master of my own three ring show.


that whats on your mind poem A B C D and the rest of these letters

1 2 3 . , !

Our toolkit, our english toolkit, that is our sonic delicatessen giving us the patterns we need to express ourselves

and let those around us know what our minds are processing. Are you thinking about mathematics or philosophy?

Might you be thinking of poetry or prose? Could you be thinking of cooking or machinery? Are you unraveling comedy or song?

What are your neurons doing to your mind? What is your consciousness brewing?

What are the words that you have yet to speak? We want to know.


that single haiku poem Just a puddle,

I am,

looking for an ocean.


that simple truth poem You can’t make culture,

unless your in love,

because it’s only through love that nothing makes sense.


that bread crumb trail poem I’m laying bread crumb trails to my heart, hoping that

if you’re lost

my heart is where you will find home.


that facts of life poem

I don’t have enough looks to be handsome. I don’t have enough brains to be a genius.

I don’t have enough strength to be strong, and I don’t have enough age to be old.


that infinite universe poem inside an infinite universe.

You move infinite ways, marking the mayhem

you feel inside yourself with your love. Spilling out through all your shakras And you know he’ll shock ya

with what he does with his tongue. You never know what to expect

but you suspect it has something to do with sex… and you don’t know why.

The anatomy of the kiss is this;

you take a moment

lock eyes with someone, then you feel the moment move with passion

to the point of contact where light subsides and tongues unhide. You see

this is the beginning of ecstasy. Now you’re feeling the smoothness; as you suck in the breath of life, maybe enact a small smile.

You’re speeding up and you’re pulling some hair. You’re not letting the juices spill all over

because you’re unleashing controlled chaos. You can feel it together

with hands

flowing a multitudes of motion; uncontrolled passion mounts; you can feel the work up;

as you work out the finer points of the moments, making all the beauty that you would love to feel. You do it all with your mouth open

like a cowboy you roam the range, spill over into the soul of this cowgirl,


sweetly singing the swan song of sensuality, laughing when you feel your teeth get licked. You pinch the hip

get a grip

laugh a sweet laugh,

at the ludicrousness of the moment.

You don’t care that she’s pulling your hair because you feel passion.

You can feel the dare to be more than just another lover,

you try and be the one that gives her something that she’ll never forget as you strive for unforgettable.

Tightening your grip your starting to flip,

then the moment stops; ; ; you lick your lips… awaiting that second kiss.


that i would be terrible at war poem They called themselves physicists,

they created the A BOMB!

They called themselves engineers, they created the TANK!

They called themselves intelligent, yet they were quite not.

Creating our very ending, they waged war with death while we waged war against.

We’re not trying to build a better way to die,

We’re building all the reasons that will make you cry. We need you to shed tears on Capital Hill.

See the blood that you’ve caused to be bled. If we do what we we’re meant to do,

fluids will descend and you’ll know who the new men are. We’re reaching from afar and we need to surgically be precise, Let you know about the pacifist counterstrike.

That will have you scratching your mind state, have you itching and scratching,

and wondering,

what was it we were fighting over again?


that you have to have balls poem There will never be

A better invention, than a nice round ball.


that truthinista poem They say time is money!

Ah, but they are wrong! Money is motion!

It’s something I give you That gets you to move

the way I want you to move. It’s something you give to me, that makes me want to move. In this truth we

find that money is in fact motion… Another phallic fallacy,

is that all men are created equal. This used to be true,

and became a broken document when men became created invetroically and intravenously. When you started creating

men and women

with skinny metallic penises

that you placed inside the vaginas

of bacteria you changed the course of existence when you started using the PENIS 2.0

with the Beta Vagina.


that working on words poem I write today not like I wrote before,

I dig a little deeper and explore a little more, unraveling thoughts as if I’m unraveling thread. Spinning a tale that’s just beautiful to see.

I can’t wait to see what the next word is that will come out of me! What’s the next word that will prove I do breathe?

Digging for inspiration seems to fit all my needs. I can write until my hands start to break.

When they’re broken I’ll write with some toes,

and keep on pushing these words out from my soul.


that what the future is poem The future is …

half the calories twice the pushups. The future is …

a healthy place to be

a beautiful place to see. The future is … running after work

and jamming on the weekends. The future is …

learning the ropes

and weaving some more. The future is … cosmology and astrology

networked astrophysically. The future is …

gaia’s dream

with a pagan lean. The future is …

poetry wrapped inside melodies right now


that seriously poem

I can’t break with tradition I’d feel the need to fix it.


that money in the mouth poem I’m full of five dollar words,

and three dollar phrases, crafting out these creations I derive placid pleasure from my sunken treasure

that I share each breathless day.


that kind of beauty poem She was so breathtaking,

she left me winded,

because as she walked around the room she attracted exhalations

of all who saw her

It made it hard for her to breathe. So beautiful she became suffocated as she stole our CO2.


that emotional moisture poem Her face was like a tear drop

falling to thy sky.

God was like the tear duct telling his child goodbye.


that lightning horsepower poem I sipped the nectar of the Gods

they shared their juice with me. I believed I saw the future when I stared at these deities. They joked about the future, theytraveled to the past.

They were everything in a moment and I was just traveling by.

They believed me to be immortal. They said they saw the signs.

I told them of my working mother. I told them of my absent father. They came and spoke a word to me: “Son you are a deity among deities!Come and take your throne!

Let all the world know!

Your blood runs like thunderbolts! Your neurons shine like lightning! Your muscles twitch with horsepower!

Your skin is smooth like polished silver! Come and spend some time with we, we will show you the tower.

Your place is here amongst the stars.

Your life is lovely now embrace the power.


that tragic american story poem My American Dream had a house fire,

and now my 2.3 kids are homeless, and my white picket fence is charred, and I’m standing in the rubble,

wondering how did all this happen to me?


that first two lines are my favorite poem I dig my grave with a silver spoon,

the very same position i hold my wife in, while we whisper dreams in each others ears,

trying to build a little slumber while we lumber away. We love what we see during the day

but our dreams are meant to guide our nightmares, like shepherds keeping them in guided groups flocks that make them easy to see.

I walk up to a nightmare, tie its legs together,

and shear myself a set of socks from its wool.

Now my toes are kept cozy from my conquered fear and in a little more than a year

I’ll be a deity to these sheep.


that yes this is completely true poem They say that failure is a big part of success…

well failure is also a big part of failure.


that lets talk about children poem This is a test of the Emergency Broadcasting System! We seem to have too few females

birthing beautiful children so

we are now casting broads to play the part of mother of 2.3 children,

who just loves her white picket fence.

I’ll play the father who comes home from work everyday to watch the children play and from this foundation we can celebrate the tenacity our species has for breeding

because earth will have no more men or women if we spend no more time in the bedroom

but it looks like we did and birthed some kids

so I guess we did our part, even through we have no art even though we have no music

even though we have no photographs even though we have no drawings weven though we have no poems

we have our children

so i guess we did our job, didn’t we?


that beautiful infinity poem

Oh won’t you imagine with me a beautiful infinity And I promise we will share some fermented forevers As we become divinely inebriated on the elixirs

That we pass to each other in heightened levels of conversation Where we establish our precipice inside of each other’s mind And drop candy into the cortex tissue from mountain tops Only found through spending time with your brethren


that 1984 reference poem I used to be a pick up artist

Until love scolded me and told me to be less bold And sent my life into a tailspin of turmoil

All because I wanted to touch you with pure elegance I remember when kisses used to be currency

In the sweetest way possible I remember when love marks

Were marks of honor held up in the battlefield of love We used to dance because it was fun

Then we danced because we were special Now we dance because we remember

The days when the suns rays hit us like dandelions I think I could muster some party

If you could muster some wine And together we could read 1984 And commit our very last crime.


that abuse me poem

I write like thoroughbred searching for a track I just love to run man its got me on auto attack My hands at the keyboard my mind at the helm

You may think me crazy but I know me too well I love my well thought out ways

I craft sentences to better days You may think I am crazy

But I know I am me

I’ve seen your world and what it has And to me that’s just the point

Won’t you imagine with me a better way So that we can see a better day

Or are you too busy catering to old news Old crews and old abuse

The abuse is the best part of life

Because then you get to write about how you healed That’s not a perfect deal but it is if you get used to it.


that hollywood poem It used to be called Holly Would And if she would why wouldn’t you

So lets start to act because if you don’t Holly will like she has so many times before Tinsel Town I see you now

As we feel strong in the land of the Cincinnatus Scholars Searching for a perfection that can never be

Looking for the W to enmesh with my E

And your leading lady just might have the style we need.


that halle berre poem And then Halle Berre begot

the Holly Berry

And who doesn’t know the power of a Branch of Holly

As the holidays come every year

And we remember the power of the Holly That mythical plant that brings lips to lips In the army of the kisses

That are showered like lavender on mother’s day


that angelina jolie poem We speak so highly of our heroines

Until they start to understand themselves

And take themselves places they have never been Your story makes its way across the universe

As you are a goddess among gods

And in that moment of Heroine’s afliction

I can imagine you felt better than a million dishes You will never have to wash

Because we depend on your soul

As we grieve the lessons we will never learn Because we don’t have the time or the ability And when I see you I don’t see a Tomb Raider

No instead I see a young woman with children on her heart And from city to city this is not the beginning

no this is just the start

Of a moment that we will remember forever As time breathes in the wind

And we can heal any wound

So ignore the voices that snipe from the woods Because how could your critics

Possibly understand the motivation behind the temptations That bring about the elation of the cosmos

And everyone forgets that there are reasons why heaven is hard to achieve

Because for you to receive your blessings that we will never understand In a needle in a vein in an artery and then straight to your heart Where the art of living is being explored and I know you want to feel real

Because I know that you are and when anyone looks at you askance And wonders why you had the chance

Just remember that the world is your oyster And Angelina you are the pearl

That grew up in a world that is stranger than fiction

And we appreciate your presence because being around you Feels like the sensation that heroine brings to you

And I can only imagine that one day The world will understand.


that good from good poem Preparing for the emergence of manhood I stand announcing my freedom to myself Needing nothing but a heartbeat

I let the paperwork recycle itself

As I never wanted trees to die for me Surrounded by situations that confuse me

I’ve heard I confuse you as much as the other way around Confusion sets in and I comfort myself with letters Piecing together pieces of sound

Searching for meaning where none can be found

Lifting the language up to Gods that only exist in conversation I find solace in the understanding

that most of you don’t understand

Maybe you never wanted to or maybe you never could Atheism as a true form of honesty, envelops me

Rips apart the membranes of my cerebral tissue Sometimes I just wonder what’s wrong with you I know who you see when you look at me

The same man reflected in every mirror I see Sometimes I think the stained glass was meant to be The eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

Counting the days until infinity

The same amount of time it takes to create a perfect society Most of the writing I read triggers my allergies

I don’t think anyone really listens to me

Sometimes I wish I could still believe in the heavenly You stand there worshiping your ignorance

In groups of millions , never expecting anything to change You don’t really want to be who you say you are Sometimes I think you dream of war

The same situations I call nightmares You seem to wait for

Cherishing your crosses like you cherish your swords Honoring your saints like you honor your money Worshiping your system like your worship your history Most of you never did anything greater

than making phone calls and drafting plans


Punching buttons and moving mice Watching others thinking it’s your life I see you standing there on capital hill

Drafting bills to make sure someone gives me my oblong pill Whose to say what’s to be in my mind?

I read and write like im transcribing my life Observing my dna being etched out by my fingers

Learning about the man my subconscious wants me to be Looking for the patterns of life

Walking the streets of downtown cincinnati Staring at babies born to be tools

Looking at me calling me the fool Your 401k will only keep you fed

so that you can continue to be the walking dead Throwing parties to celebrate each time you laugh Posting flyers to advertise the new friends you’ve made You find safety in your numbers I find safety in the music You’re used tobeing wealthy and

if you don’t believe visit the grocery Car after car adorns the road

As the lemmings travel to their next place to complain You don’t want to live but you’re not ready to die

Atheism scares you because it shows you who you really are Takes away your heaven and your dreams

Shines a light at your forehead like an infrared beam Lets you know that better days come from better people I’ve talked to people that don’t think you measure up But here we are in the assembly line of life

What did you want to make today?

Because honestly, I’m running out of words to say This might be the last time you see me

I don’t think I’ll be coming back this time It might be nice to be remembered

I just know I won’t be the one remembering me.


that angel poem

As the language enters a new day and all the shadows begin to fall away we see the meanings we’re supposed to say they could never plan the planet better than those that Plan It.

Planning it on the Planet As the son begins to rise in the east and the companies begin to earn their prophet the man they’ve waited years to speak to and onIntelligence like the command begins to help people understand that new ways of thinking are in high demand and were all DIY as theInternet makes people shine.

Conduits to the mind, glowing screnes, so serene, no reason to behold the reason we’re all growing old but the change we’ll make will create the state that will help entire nations create a better way to travel to the place we all find peace, As there’s no west to conquer, smooth and hollow we’reallowed to borrow time if we’re going to promise to make something peaceful.

As God is like that Angel who wants you to know your P’s and Q’s and when he sees that mission statement , that business plan That envelops every nation and every woman child and man Hell (he’ll) smile and say … now you understand.


that sci-final exam poem We’re reading science fiction daily

The sun is good The sun is bad

The sunblock works The sunblock doesn’t Coffee is good Coffee is bad

Eggs are good Eggs are bad Milk is good Milk is bad Fatis good Fat is bad Cigarettes kill

Well they always kill Weed is good

Weed is bad

It’s getting hotter It’s getting colder Glaciers melting Glaciers freezing Evolutionis real Evolution isn’t Science fiction man

We’re just reading gobs of science fiction.


that listen to the poets song poem Just another

flavor in the language Come and taste the rhyme Everythings gonna change

Sit back relax have a good time Were just rearranging some verbs

And speaking in the tongue of absurd So come and craft with us

Like people never thought we could But when were finished

We’ll be rhymin in the studio Takin photos and makin art

Because this is more than just a beginning This is really just the start

Hundred of poems before this But this is where I begin to depart And make manifest the destiny That is in store for me

As its the mind that morphs reality

So don’t fall victim to chemical atrophy Keep thinking and tryin new things And listen to the song

The poet sings.


that grace poem

It takes a couple sentences to define most words and the more words it takes to define a word the more power that word takes on and it takes all the words ever written to define humanity and since no man can understand all the written words it takes a group of people to define the meaningof one man and all the words that define humanity stem from the prophets whose lives have confounded and helped us find ourselves as our minds are made up of the shadows of greater men than us and in the shadows of great men you’ll find lessons that cultivate societies and grace.


that my type of romance poem we smoked cigarettes for the cancer

we always wanted something foreign in our bodies like the tongue of a woman from germany

that sipped too much whiskey and now she’s feeling frisky

so we slip away for a moments love or liebe in her language

she liked me from the start and her nipples tasted tart

with clothes strewn through the room this isn’t about making someone swoon just two strangers meeting for a moment that lasted as long as the cigarette

she asked of me that brought us to this moment

and past the point of ecstasy.


that young midwestern poem All the world is waiting for you to move so move Be a part of the show pushing life to the extreme If you want this Encore … bring it hardcore

Lets do more than they did before More tools than they had

So more is expected … drop out of being lazy Wake from the sleepy sleepy

And lets get this show going

Moving doing losing and then winning Coming for the trophy

That were all hip to share

Bring your best words but beware There are many many snares Booby trapps and prizes

Make a million and then start sizing

Up the competition like your on a holy mission And you don’t trust anyone because

reality makes it that way I wasn’t raised this way But this is the way I am

Family packs of wolves rushing the stage Making the moves to make it made

And were making the grade Moving the moves that make sense You want to see a man hustle Watch me run for the ball

I’m almost out of the gates

Give me a year and watch me move

You might not know the thoughts I’m working with So smooth and in the groove

What are you going to do

When we make mention fo the fact that Were in a Sim City

pushin for the mayor And then some more

If we can get it all organized We can have some nice dinner


And bring in the people we want Property inspectors in the pocket Of a pool hall

So squeaky clean you’ll think I was pristine And I just might be

So let’s keep on the real Kindness isn’t weakness

it’s just knowledge keeping me humble Dodging the destiny that they said they had made for me

And fighting to craft a reality my way Unseen forces

Molding everything around me But then you get hip to the energy And you push back sublimely …

Were just a conversation away from Nirvana So lets say those words and see what happens When we break away from the absurd

And bring some common sense to the curb We’ll never be east coast or west coast Were midwest young and reckless

That’s right we wreck less because we’re better drivers Than you are.


that nice way to talk poem I tied my shoes

with fat string theory laces and got ready to run through the warm wormhole that rests between her legs

hoping to impregnate the Goddess with some test tube sperm

that I’ll break as I make my attempt to procreate.


that let us think about money poem

Have you ever really thought about money? This is what it is from where I stand. The government knows they make it and you don’t Then they tell you that you owe them something that they make They make paper and pass it out among the crowds Its like we could be living so much morepeacefully But the government is taxing us, and what are taxes?

Taxes are moments when you are forced to give currency back to the men who gave it to you. Money is off the gold standard, so it’s all based on faith. Don’t stop and look around , you might question what you see. Especially if you spend a lot of time at the university.

What is money? Look at it. I don’t know anyone that knows how to physically make it. I hear the government has money factories where it’s made en mass. Wouldn’t the society that makes the money have to exist without money? It comes from somewhere it comes from some-thing I know wedon’t need it but as soon as I start thinking like this A wave of thought passes over me reversing my thoughts I’m sorry for questioning reality I didn’t mean to be this way But nothing seems to make sense and I have never been to your planet before.


that lifestyle of the artist poem Pleasure derived from pain

The lifestyle of the artist Moving through the tightest

Spaces looking for that which encases That next awkward position

Where something happens And nothing does

Because a moment turned into A lifetime

And it isn’t just because Of some drugs Complicated complexions And opening eyes

I remember the very last time I cried And I forget the last time I lied

Must have been a couple years before I died I am not alive

Though you see me

I am but a capsule of my past Floating through the future Awaiting that which awaits me Where is it that I am supposed to be Someday you mightsee

That a beautiful panhandler I can be.


that how i learned to steal poem Finding the emotions that you enjoy each day

Is like finding the time to fly and

fly away Each day So I say

Drugs were never meant for me anyways I had to betray

That who I used to be And forever

Is what I used to see But now

I’m dying in the light Because it isn’t bright enough To me to consider it bright But my fingers just might Touch another key

And program that combo That will end this jumbo Facilitated dimension

That is either just my minds interpretation of real Or there is something I can’t see

That will be mine

When I learn how to steal.


that clownish poem

What’s up with what’s down and I feel like a clown Just sad enough to make you cry

And just happy enough to make you laugh A designer clown

Here to make you frown Because I can’t draw

But these words can flow

It’s not like they show what I know To graduate into that big audition That when Ill start to tow

The line that is mine And I think I can see

That none of this means anything to me.


that words yet spoken poem

A new language was awaiting me words yet spoken , a formal decree that the world has succumbed to blasphemy and if you don’t believe, just shake that laffy taffy and get back to me, hopefully you’ll laugh with me as we watch the chicken heads fry like KFC Colonel Sanders , McDonald’sand Wendys. Damn it’s just so plain to see we’d rather be wealthy than healthy. They’re not sellin oranges and apples to keep the

doctor away, they’re selling grease and grime to bring him closer so that they have a reason to check in that next blood donor that they’ll suck dry like vampires a pint at a time. No ceremony when they take your blood. No religion in the medicine. ( which is where is should be ) Just pins andneedles and meds and feds collecting insurance for the red white and blue cross and blue shield. So many people involved in the scam that the man with the knife cuts once and gets paid twice, hiding behind the logic that you can’t put a price on life but they do every sin-gle time, we’re at war.World War Three is happening right behind your eyes. You’ll never see the bullet enter your brains because the bullets are the lessons that have you trained Yes sir! no sir! I’ll die for my country sir! I’ll die for the rich man whose controlling numbers metaphorical abstractions that just ain’thappenin. Who said the constitution is more than just a piece of paper man. We’re changing and so are they. Bet-

ter keep your eyes on the sky and two on the man that says he loves to pray, because there’s no God saving us today. The christians talk about the righteous way! The muslims talk about the ocean! The jews have their hebrew lessons! The atheists are at least honest today pointing out that all thepeople pointing to God have a book that straight tells them what to say while the atheists sit under the stars and heavens. Cyber-netic society started with the first symbol. I want something real that

I can see with my own eyes. I don’t need a miracle when I can see the stars in the sky. I’ll fight and I’ll die and ask every question why.

My neurons are firing My chemistry is made up. I’ve got a message to share and I know I need to stand up shout and fight and say what’s wrong, finding solace in the language, furthering the cause chanting

out these spells until my throat gets raw. Step into the world of Ontol-ogy It’s getting serious now. You never knew just what to do Until they showed you the information that made a computer do it to. The story is changing and so are we. I remember when I loved Christianity, I too


used to be a sheep. Something about a well spoken man claiming the truth. So who knows the truth, when there’s too much for anyone to know? This isn’t ancient Rome when there were three books filled with all of it This is 2006 with the internet, the book’s bigger than it ever was and thecomputers are starting to do all the reading because we’re get-ting control of this ship, plant earth I mean we’re turning Gaia into God and when we’re done we’ll leave in ships that will leave you in awe. I’m serious man, I’ve seen the future people are leaving , gonna happen, sit back relaxand enjoy the show… Express yourself futuristically though art is the evolution of language step up and grow a pair say something fierce and then do the poet stare.


that where i want to be poem

I wanted to be more than a monkey with a refined mind’s eye and so I write the beginnings of symphonies combinations of letters empow-ering your energy and as I speak these words in front of you, I affect your chemistry that’s just a handful of minerals and 7 buckets of wa-ter wrappedaround your electricity, rhyme schemes starting to grow

weary, this piece is growing cold tts nearly right where I don’t want it to be so lets get back to the fact that this ain’t rap and I know that.

I caught a case watching the great get greater in linguistic laboratories And the first four letters of culture is what we’re all subscribing to As its not a matter of “If you’re in a cult…” it’s “Which cult are you in?” be-cause there isn’t anything that amounts to anything inside of capitalism that someoneisn’t taking advantage of you in one way or another and you’re born carefree and then they start charging you to care and mon-ey makes the world go round and round the ritual of work celebrated by the masses as we watch ourselves build marvelous contraptions still trying to affect this universe ,afraid to confront life and death from realistic positions we’re always the ones that are putting off the most important decisions like opening homes for homeless people so that the homeless have homes or maybe even nothing important so much as a roof … can’t we as a community on some pieceof public property afford to build something that can be sectioned off from the collective mind’s eye so the wealthy don’t have to see poverty and just build a roof and give people the opportunity to be sheltered … or would that chal-lenge you far too much because if you know the homeless arebroken. You’ll fight hard not to be yourself … knowing there isn’t anything to do just might bring out the best in you … we need some roofs … in a park … or something And this is just stream of consciousness at this point

… personal introspection … Neuronautical time traveling inner dimen-sions … I wanted to be more than a monkey with a refined minds eye … And so I write the beginnings of symphonies … Your amazing to me … Seriously.


that before the ice age poem

I wanted to change the world before my body grew cold. I wanted to be a chemical reaction that created chemical reactions. Hands and feet all moving harmoniously with glints in eyes, as we all tried to do what’s best for the rest but then I realized that that already exists and that I wasjust on a hippie power trip. Trying to dictate what 6 billion people should do from where I stand ss ludicrous indeed but then I realized that instead of creating massive change, create tiny change and just be personally productive because then you can enter into a great rela-tionship withsomeone you’ll love soon. I miss being right all the time because now I’m always wrong, I remember when I had all the answers and now I just wish I could find a good song to sing while I begin to make my way in the world that education prepared me for.


that did you walk on water poem

I tried walking on water once. I remember how I stood under the fiery sun in the middle of summer. I stretched my limber legs and felt a burn crawl up the back of them. Then I ran as fast as I could to the edge of the pool and just tried to sprint across the water. I remember I felt like I was going tobe Jesus after the first step. It was always the second step that reminded me I thankfully wouldn’t be. At the third step I was waist deep in my own knowledge, so I shimmied back to the ladders and

damn it if I wouldn’t try again. I was forever trying to walk on the water just like the times I would try to fly. I would stand in the middle of a cathedral in front of a 40 foot tall wooden figure that invariably had great abs and when no one was looking I stretchted and strained and waved my handsuntil my feet left the ground. They didn’t. Then I tried a different approach … I stood as still as humanly possible and just im-agined I was floating and waited until my feet left the ground. Through doing this I learned that my imagination just wasn’t nearly as strong as gravity, that invariably keptme right where I was. Twas only my imagi-nation that soared as I remember moments like these I was the one that tried the outlandish When no one was looking And today … maybe I’ll try just one more time And hopefully you can watch me fly. Nope. Not today. ( perform as actually trying infront of people.)


that what can a pimp really do poem

Decrepit scripture lingers on their lips. Their language is dying faster than they are as the reconfigured meanings of combinations of sound surround cerebral cortex tissue and the issue becomes the ether as the invisible world of wonder meant begins to repeat like Pete that fell off the fenceand Repeat and Pete conversant daily working on the plans to bring Humpty Dumpty back again Like in Jurassic Park, because they couldn’t put him back together but they did sample his yolk And now they’re ready to clone A million eggs for easter To walk around and spray the pleasantsound of pheasants flying through the air

The thing about Humpty Dumpty is that he really doesn’t care, he caresses his shell casts a spell and watches the dish run away with the spoon, while a plate is growing cold with Mother L Ron Hubbards food. He didn’t want to eat his pork and beans because he was too busy being lostlooking for Xenu and the thing about him was that He Knew and now look at this place. Going for a cruise while reading the Enter-tainment News Snifing lines of coke while drinking a pepsi All just to stay awake and conversant About the Lexus you want to get so that you can say you’resetting the pace that’s not made in New York, no salsa

in the NY just doesn’t seem right, we want to keep it real all day long , even though we’re listening to fantasies we call songs that play through the radio while all the pimps walk around feeling way too strong , talk-ing about how hard it is to live their life and I understand their ways but Iwonder, as religious as they are why don’t they seem to care about other peoples wives and I sometimes laugh when I see their crass and think to myself They do have it hard. But is it hard like the asians in the sweatshops making their gear Or is it hard like the engineers who create thecars they steer Or is it hard like the alligators life for whose skin they love and care Or is it hard like the miners who bring the gold

they hold around their chin Or is it hard like the factories who burn the sand to make their shades Or is it hard like the woman who is suck-

ing that dick Or is it hard like the streets they walk on every day Or is it hard like creating the tires that they roll on every day A pimps life is hard, for this is true But when a girl leaves a pimp What can a pimp really do?


that sensations poem Didn’t you see the dupsy dos today? Didn’t you see the mupsy droos, okay?

All upon the midnight hour and a shower that fell tremendously all day.

Language can make or break simplicity, exponentially diabolical,

reading makes the mind feel full even though it’s empty. They sent me, just let me breathe. She wandered around the dance floor, a tease. A rhyme scheme in english please, cowardly pent ameet her, bent a greeter, I say. Tomorrow is just beautiful, I may,

Look around the room and apologize

I had too much caffeine , my lips did fly. All around the room my energy tried

to be the best I could be , honestly Stimulation! Sensation! Watch me smile! The language is technology, see

the words surround me, pleasantly today. Poetry! Poetry! Poetry! Sleep.


that this is done poem

The goal of writing poetry is to aid in becoming a poet To wrap yourself around the complexities of language And enable your words to flutter

Until the only words that leave your lips Are butterflies and swallows

Whilst you dance a little dance And enjoy the language of romance

Flipping through englishtic metaphors Balancing paradigms on platters

That you ingest whilst spinning with Gaia Braving the universe under the envelope of air

That you pull into your lungs and taste with your tongue And as this poem spins out of control

The poet declares this work…



that love culture poem I shall get there,

You shall find me Where I need to be Spanking you the night after you were bad

I’ll get mad ,

Then we shall find some leather And you’ll really feel

like your being punished

Because you really did something wrong And we won’t be able to laugh

Because the leather will make sense And the wounds will heal

And the hardness will fall And then you’ll make a call And I’ll smoke a bowl You’ll get that next hit

And then we’ll admit That because we’re in love We’ll get to make culture.


that 911 poem calamity makes cousins of us all 9 hundred and eleven deaths times two is what died that day and familybecame a word

that entered every mind of prayer and we dared not deceive ourselves of our great loss

and yet we all felt the force of family and the air was a bit cleaner that day maybe not the air we breathe

but the air that makes the ether clean

a cleansing happened and we all were washed in the blood of aspiring angels

who were subjected to the programming of faith we watched a bullet kill a man

and it ricocheted and killed his twin brother and on that day we all bothered

to speak in humble tones because we all understood

what it was like to lose our own.


that revolution in the forest poem

There’s a revolution occurring inside the forest because a single tree stopped changing its’ leaves it’s decided to let them be and soak up the suns energy and now mountains are calling out to farther mountains jaguars are restless in the hills of the jungle and yet the leaves are all smiling whilelistening to their mother. father sun is smiling and leav-ing for work this night while the moon baby sits this darling little lum-ber some dove and the perfect harmony of existence has been reached and in this perfection three entities raise the leaves that are calling out to all come and see a truedeity as you come up and wonder at these beautiful leaves sun moon and tree raising the leaves. the parental power of these three, and the mother needs her children to breathe to breathe to breathe and when she dies they will all fall to be loved again by the ground who is patiently waiting for thesesouls to fall an earth understands natures course.


that moon juice poem All I did was ride my bike

And I didn’t fall off and I didn’t care

I was just riding it straight to the stars With a pit stop at the moon

So that I could bottle a bottle of moon

That would refresh me when the journey got long

And all through time I would remember this adventure Sippin on some moon juice

In a rocking chair balding and losing all my hair Because I made it home again , intact

With a story about moving your feet in circles

Until you finally see the scenery that you need to see While you contemplate breathing

And the need to be.


that word play poem poetry is about

taking apart the language and building a poets tree that lets you see something you didn’t see before

it’s about breaking a glass eye and fixing the fragments

and frag meant aim and pull the trigger that would raise the figures

on a statistician’s workbook who thinks you’re just a number and you think you’re a soul

but your both right in each others eyes

because as long as your being told what to do you won’t have a soul to listen to

so be the beast they want you to be and then we’ll see what there is to see when you realize the more you believe

the more they can manipulate your cosmology and maybe your stars are aligned in such a way that your planets destroy each other

and leaving you feeling like a disco queen with no disco to attend


that role ex watching poem My rolex watch tells me

that my role is to be her ex and spread stories of how beautiful her pussy felt between my legs

while I massaged her temples that I prayed to daily sacrificing the emotions

that she cultivated inside my chest cavity that I could

feel being filled as I filled that gap below her belly and intertwined we dined on each others nectar

that moved our motion for us while we just watched

in third person mode

the making of the kama sutra an american art form because we love orgasms

in this part of eternity and if you can spare one or two then you can be a deity

for a million years but first we need you to fill out this form and tell us just how thesoma felt to you.


that gods glass eye poem write and never look back

write the words your mind embraces and surprise yourself and others faces rise up to the heavens high

and give god a moment to put back in his glass eye

so that you can see yourself in god’s blind spot

and realize the lies that christians speak are good for the soul and the bank roll

but god never sees that for god has a glass eye

that he got from his years in the military where some shrapnel didn’t miss his head while he was on a crusade to end

the muslim book trade and kill their false prophet because the christians just

wanted all the prophets to themselves

they wanted to have a monopoly on predicting the future and i just wanted to look at god’s glass eye

and marvel at the marble that lied a great lie if you would want a better world

you would have made it by now and i could make you all disappear if i made my final choice

and made it very clear

that i want to get the hell out of here so that i can reap what i have sewn


that do something poem if you can do something

that 100,000,000 people can enjoy

you and your family and your family’s family will reap the benefits for having

added to the culture in a cultural way

the only way for the middle class to find wealth is to serve the community

in a communal way

so dig in deep and see what you reap when a million seeds are sewn.


that i love to write poetry poem I want to breach perfection

And create a masters moment Where all the stars align

And my poetry will actually shine Because its emblazoned on monitors And glowing all the while

I love to write the poetry


that lets burn a bush poem status quo puts on a great show

as we adapt to the advertising that makes us think we need more than we do

and look at me

writing words on the most

expensive word dissemination machine ever created not using it for anything more

than what i was using paper and pen before but now the words are all glowing

and i think i might be knowing that it’s all a sham

to bring us closer to damn

nation where the burning bush is definitely president.


that my goddess calls me lover poem i felt a burning on my feet

and woke up realizing

the towns people had strung me up and called me warlock

their hunt was over

and they had found their convert jesus couldn’t save me

because they couldn’t understand my spells that i enchant daily to the deity

i see before me that loves me

for who i am and who i was and who i will be all together encapsulated inside my body

my deity does not fear me

and allows me to call her lover


that be afraid to fail poem Never be afraid to fail

Because the world is bent on failure

They failed before they went to the moon The failed before they drove the car Success is bent on failure

But then so also is failure.


that all the world is a stage poem If all the world is a stage

Then i’m a lost audience member Milling around among scripted lines

Spouted by quasi sentient citizens of earth Who stare at me strangely

For staring at the stage Like it’s a foreign object

And they laugh at me when I point out There is no space between the stage And the audience that I find quite odd

As we await your dissipation of our boredom With being alive so please when you stare at me Stare at me with your good eye

Because you noticed me And I did a dance for you

That brought a smile to your jazz hands That I was trying to bring together Because I love applause

Especially when I receive it for my routine That has been in production

Since I became bored in Science class A decade and a half ago.


that my culture poem my culture was buried

in old indian graves

and unused missile silos where no one dares to look because cold wars might erupt or manifest destiny

who paved the way to insanity and middle age crises

because america was meant for indians and their spirits will never let us

earn a lifestyle of peace.


that television does not make a man poem i underwent surgery

and they extracted all my arteries

so now i’m only filled with blue blood that has no place to go red

so my blood is always running

towards my heart and the start of my death was the start of my life

that began the moment my creator and co-creator

came together in coital union that brought me out of my father and into my mother

where i gestated until i mutated

into the form you see before you today where i place letters before letters

one keystroke at a time

because my body was ready for nature but you gave me virtual reality

and so i have to virtually exist for even brief moments of time

when i could have been full-blooded forever

but you never seem to understand my dalliances into an alphabet that rests on a keyboard awaiting individuals to fragment their sentences because heaven can’t resist hell’s romance

and neither plays a role in my romance

with the end of my existence because my resistance to your ways of commercial enterprise

surprise even the most spotless minds

and i am erasing my memories one year at a time as i reminisce back to my creation

that i played no role in and now i must avoid the pain you would bring me

for embracing the pleasure

that i find as i relapse contemplating the absurdity you have forced me to deal with

because yes i am here


but i played no role in my role as an earthling you kidnapped me into a war

that i wish to play no part of

because i am a man and i have art to create and you can’t imagine the depths of my hatred

for tuskeegee experiments and clip board psychologists and all i am asking is to imagine a beautiful infinity because i want to share some fermented forevers with you together as we become clever with our sentences

and it could be so different but you won’t embrace the art of creation instead you would rather throw nuclear darts

at people who have just as much blood in their arteries as you but you won’t listen and why should you

because dan rather scheduled an interview with you

and he is important because he stood in front of a television camera that was branding his blood for the whole world to believe

that just because you could paint a moving picture meant you had powerful beliefs but i read 1984 too and as it turns out that was like a manifesto to you but we keep it cool down on internet row

making all the manuscripts beautiful as we borrow our breath from the sun that’s glowing like a fire fly in the sky giving life to people who would rather die and the moon is the same diameter as the sun

so when you see a manifesto you better run because we all know we are ready for tomorrow the one day that we are supremely unsure

if will ever come and then it does and we are back at it again

reformulating the formations of society one breath of life at a time

and i write because i know the power of time and while my hands are spinning these poems

you need to unwind your totem poles of patriarchy because im ready to wood chip those columns

into disexistence while i wait for my pay check

owed to me for using the tools you passed out like paper clips and never thought for a second would change the way society equipped its hands as you transitioned from one age to the next


without any form of consciousness for an answer that would solve the problems you see before you today

i came from nothing and to nothing i will return

but in the meantime I’ve got some ideas that i want to burn its not your witches that bother me

its your ministers who stand preaching confusion in a consuming system of memetic control

as you teach weak minds to be strong in weak ways

and we go to college because we want to learn what to say to make you happy while you change the game and collect your retirement package and your ages are aging

and our numbers are building as we transition to a place you will never see

time prepares me for leadership because i was never promised existence

but here i am sent from the semen of a surgeon to be incubated in the uterus of a teacher

and dropped like a package of blood

on your existence and these words bring me the power. i was trying to be strong in what i wrote

because if there was one place bravery was most respected it was on the page and i was placing my faith in the sage

i burned to remind me that my nasal passages

were sorely neglected and then i sparked some herbs and felt resurrected to a plateau of platitude

just look at these words and remember that i meditated on them while i crafted creations that could bring you to the promised land kicking and screaming i would bring you to heaven

as the semen that birthed me was searching for artistry

because you gave us a pantheon of tools that created the thin film between industrial ages and information stages

we birth beings that we need to stop ignoring because

you never know what will come from the hands of the fetuses

you allow to grow in your presence and no we do not belong to you because we have our sovereignty and just

because you walk with cameras in hand just makes you easier to avoid, which is exactly what i want to do

because the television does not make a man no that’s his job to do.


that where are my children poem i’ll share this poetry with my offspring

that will grow yearly more sincerely and i’ll learn lessons watching these little creatures that came from my being and am i being silly becausea part of me wants a child

to raise and watch and learn about the universe from who better to understand life from

than a fledgling of my energy and i know i am not ready

but that does not mean i cannot yearn because my feminine sides want to nurture my masculine sides want to provide

and my personal side just wants to partner

with that person that can teach me about who i am as i live to deeper understand

that which i have been presented with


that poetic image poem i started scrying into my poetry

hoping to see something that will help me see a truer version of reality

and i intoned incantations

screaming as several entities possessed me and none of them

ever caressed me like you do so come and hold me

and take my hand

and we can walk together in this strange strange land I’ll finish college and then we can travel

and find a place where we can get away every single day

and feel romance tingle our toes

while we create lovely little snippets of prose and craft otherworldly poetry

for people that really want to know time is ticking down

wait for me to whisk you away keep in touch and it will be okay


that was read on 107.1 poem my soul was caught drunk driving my body and the existential 5.0 pulled me over

and made me contemplate catharsis i made the mistake of blinking

they said they thought i was thinking and then they locked me up

and stole away my body

it’s such a hassle getting bodies registered with the department of mobile bodies

i guess i’ll just hitch a ride with some siamese twins and make them laugh and giggle from within

all the while i’m ghost riding through life vagabonding with strangers who are stranger than i sharing spiritual spirits that cause us to drift

and reminisce about that last carcass we had

and about the times we performed high maintenance maneuvers with females at high altitudes

and then the wind changes an i go on my way existential departure from reality

i go peacefully and experience a requiem for a dream.


that theatre of my mind poem i’m inside the theatre of my mind

and you’re playing parts getting closer to the bullseye it’s time we start

scribing our names on license plates

so that we know a little bit more about the people we brandish our middle finger to


that i want you to read me too poem i want you to read me too

so that i can read you and you can tell me what my poetry

does to you


that i love pussy poem i’ve never walked on mountain tops but i’ve laid in hotel beds

and screamed i love you between her legs


that divine comedy poem a divine comedy

isn’t funny

when the tragedy is about you


that obligatory carpe diem poem I concur with my delegate

from the poetry nation

It is time to resuscitate ancient phrases Carpe Diem

Seize the day like you’re a leader In the U S of A

their’s no talk of giving no not today

We’re caught up in verbal semantics You kill nations

We kill namesakes

And phrases make our blood boil In kettles on KFC its so easy to see That our religion is growing greasy And poetry needs me

Because of what I see From my vantage point

I push my finger to the sky And point at the glowing disc And ask why

Is it the same size as the moon?


that unique soul type poem i travel with the sun to my back

and the moon to my feet

i feel as though my soul is unique i levitate into brand new space and feel the feeling of

self given grace


that rize poem own me throw me beat me down

destroy our temples steal our crowns

you hate our magesty and our imagination there’s more of us and less of you

and were dying

while were watching you RIZE.


that i declare my freedom poem emancipated i proclimated

that i declare myself bound by the books of accountants

and i owe money to people

that don’t even know how i look


that whats wrong poem she called me on her phone

that was just another cell on her body experiencing meiosis

duplicating all the meaning

she wanted to speak into my ear i became confused when

i started feeling more attached to my phone than i did to her

and so i melted it in the microwave while she was left asking

“what’s wrong?”


that glowing words poem i impressed a piece of plastic

with my finger and lingered in front of a glowing screen

it seems we’re all bearing witness to the rise of glowing words

and i love to see my words glow on these monitors

that are monitoring our progress recording our finger strokes

for other folks that love it when we consume their tools

that cause us to waste our time making electrical messes

that a glass of water can fix in no time or more beautifully a glass of wine poured on an intel processor

and once your in tell all your friends

so they can process the meaning of your request to be left alone.


that P L U R poem i was caught up in the P.L.U.R. of the moment

Peace Love Unity and Respect or rather

please respect my unity with the universe while i offer respect to the dj who brings me peace.


that drinky drank poem the seed was so thirsty

and it kept telling everyone that it wanted to be a tree

but no one believed just a seed so that seed

drank and drank and drank for thousands of years

and grew until it knew

that everyone knew that it was a tree.


that tritan pta meeting poem god could give us grades

and then we’d have it made

and he could hold teacher conferences with himself

the father the son and the holy spirit announcing at a PTA conference

that they didn’t have to be absentee fathers they just chose to be


that poetic question poem what do they write

on a poets grave when they know

he could say it better?


that youve got me fucked up poem Maybe you’ve mistaken my identity

And think i’m five years younger Than im five years older

Than im experiencing eternity right now Set aside to write the rhymes

That will serve as messages to myself Bottled up on paper

That will last longer than I will Acid free parchment

Has done stronger drugs than I have And i’ll combine symbol after symbol Until I create a symbol of this reality

A multifaceted multimedia coagulation Of digits and electricity and fiber and ink Manifested by my hands

As I plan to understand My aging self as a man

Pulled away from the universe I reside inside my mind and

Feel disconnected offering up my artwork

As part of the dialogue that makes me believe One day you’ll really see the words

I’m trying to say Right now.


that heres to the good times poem Here’s to the nights we used to be young

Here’s to the swings we used to swung on Here’s to the smiles we used to ash

Here’s to the tears we used to cry Here’s to the ideals we used to hold Here’s to the hands we used to hold Here’s to the past

Here’s to the wrinkles that have yet to form Here’s to the knowledge we have yet to gain Here’s to the blinkers we have yet to blink Here’s to the tears we have yet to cry

Here’s to the ideals well teach again Here’s to the chairs were going to rock Here’s to the future

Here’s to the poem that’s inside my mind Here’s to the girl that walking a straight line Here’s to the pins pushed in the wall

Here’s to the crit were about to tique Here’s to the screens that love to glow Here’s to the poet that thinks he knows Here’s to the present.


that little angels poem Little angels

Little devils Little souls Little planets Where we play.


that that time travel poem Maybe life is like a ball of yarn

Wrapped around your time And you spend a lifetime Unraveling so that you Can find the secret

That is your soul.


that there are few patient people poem I don’t run into many people writing

The way I do

Maybe it’s just something I do

But these words make me feel like me And I go back and reread my deeds And I’ll laugh

A big healthy laugh

When I think of the existential 5.0 Pulling me over for pulling U turns At the corner of We St and Ea St Where you can find the Sun Delivering milk in theearly morning and the Moon is delivering the paper headlined with the stars

that shone the night before at open mics with poems

ready to glow brighter than the milk man setting off fireworks behind the eyes

of sensitive minds that belong

in a paradise of purpose where life makes sense and handbooks are handy.


that life story poem

He said he was just trying to get lucky She said she just wanted some play Now they’ve got a baby to worry about And neither really knows what to say.


that poem with a story poem There was a cool breeze blowing across the grave. Six feet below topsoil,

Inside an old cofin,

Lied a woman with a maggot in her ear.

She was a motionless expert at being motionless

She was all of death, she was every single dying person, She was HIV and she was the Holocost

She was gunfire and explosion She was war and famine

She was spilled blood and broken bones She was starvation and malnutrition She was sin and drug addiction

She was house fire and hurricanes She was homelessness and crucifixion She wasn’t Jesus though

Jesus would never have been in a mess like this Jesus wasn’t any of those things

Because Jesus avoided death

So that he could live in his parents house for all eternity That none of us were allowed to stay the night in

Because he wasn’t looking for friends as much as we was looking for followers

Who he made leave after all the water and wine had been drunk And right now thousands of calendar pages later

We find a woman that Jesus couldn’t save But didn’t mind accepting money from When she was busy worshipping him

And since the last bit of dirt was heaped on this grave Since the last bit of attention was paid to her

Since the last tear was shed for her Since the last letter was carved for her

Since the last flower was dropped for her She had been gorging herself on death She had been rubbing it with her tongue So that she could taste its finality

So that she could ponder it’s complete distaste for time She was falling in love with death


Because there was no one else to fall in love with There was only this lid above her

And like the festering piece of meat that she was She laid there

With a maggot in her ear.


that inhale infinity poem Inhale infinity

Exhale galaxies

And break free from the confines of reality As cosmology can set your spirit free When you realize that truth

Is just a commodity

That’s bought and sold like monopoly A game that’s played to win

Through the bankruptcy of your opponents As it’s illegal to share and work together

Because you’re the one that has to hold all the paper So that you can wrap your soul up

Ready to be unwrapped at Christmas Time

The annual moment where it is made very clear That religion is reason were buying gifts this year.


that kissy kissy poem how did she feel

when you placed your tongue in the place where she places her meals

and did she enjoy

it when you placed your member in her organization


that playing doctor poem we played doctor

and i unlocked her while i shocked her with my prognosis


that antsy poem

i placed ice cubes in her panties she began to grow antsy

and whispered in my ear “Won’t you romance me?”


that clinging to the bone poem I’m a handful of mineral

Clinging to a bucket of calcium That has been poured over my soul And molded with calculating hands

That knew I would never understand But blessed me with poetry

So that I could find the beauty The goddess finds in me


that FUCK YEAH poem not many societies

can jump into the cosmos but mine can


that dimes of music poem i bought some wind chimes

for a dime

and now i can hear ten cents worth

of music for all time.


that this is for my girl poem You’re the sweetest little candy drop

The sweetest little can’t be stopped Can’t we dance dance dance

And build up a night of wonderful romance Can’t we dance dance dance

and build up a night of wonderful romance you sweetest little can’t be stopped

you’re the sweetest little candy drop The Night is young and so are we

We worked all week and now we’re free Softly softly softly into the night

Waiting for the moment and I just might pull you close and hold you tight dancing to the music it sounds alright The DJ’s smiling and so are we

the night is young and so are we Your the sweetest little candy drop The sweetest little can’t be stopped Can’t we dance dance dance

And build up a night of wonderful romance Can’t we dance dance dance

and build up a night of wonderful romance you sweetest little can’t be stopped

your the sweetest little candy drop


that i am searching for the goddess poem i broke up with God

because I didn’t want to be Gay

and now im in search of the Goddess for in her I want to put my faith.


that deep in the night poem I write deep into the night

I write to make my world alive

I write because I want to survive Many different styles

I will search them all Pertaining to Explaining you

I become the tool That speaks the Truth You need my hues

So that you may color My encrypted thought

Melt into meaning with time And when you see what I see You become sublime


that im tired of being beautiful poem im tired of being beautiful all the time

Sometimes I gotta know If the ugly man in me Could make it if he tried is it the effect you get when yousee my face

or is it the effect you feel when i describe this place

what’s happening inside this skin maybe im morphing like a caterpillar and one day you’ll see me

banging my head against a streetlight because all i’ve been taught to do

is reach for what’s bright.


that new words poem Sometimes I just want to create new words Absternation, Cosmosigalactic , Denenuay In the hopes that I mind find her name TheGoddess…and if I do succeed

Then maybe she’ll come and find me And together we can create the definition That will be absternation

And together our lives can symbolize Unity in a way that you’ll never understand Until we bring the letters together

That spell out what the universe does to us.


that ghost poem My existence is filled with Invisible complexities that

Can only stem from invisible deities As I combine their words

In ever changing patterns

that they never intended to be sewn And I sleep beneath blankets

Sewn by slavery hands

While I understand that I have begun To mold and grow old

And I disappear and reappear While I bend societies ear

So that I can be the ghost I want to be.


that new good deed poem We reclaim our temples

And normal states of being, Screaming is not our way.

We incite a common mind state

As we gravitate towards understanding, In a world that is ever changing.

A need for knowledge is upon us

As great is our need for daily vitamin and mineral Collectively we must carry on these views.

If we do not carry the current traditions of society Society as we know it shall not prevail and will fall.

We have a need to know because we have a need to lead. Time as we know it is drawing to a close

For we are breaching the point of it’s need. We have a Knowledge Nation we can build. This is our first creed, our first good deed.

This is our breaking away, this is our creation of a better day. This is our influxation of emancipated proclamations. Spend time thinking and understanding your options. Develop a single talent to the point of Mysterious Mastery.

Be ever confident in your individuality and ever striving for a good community.

We find all language as of this day to be not good enough for our ever changing standards and we wish to move forward and change what we see

We want all access to all media and we wish to create the mystery : unforgettable.


that broken hearts poem I’ve disappointed friends

I’ve disappointed churches I’ve disappointed lovers I’ve broken hearts


I’ve spread love

I’ve been in friendships I’ve been to church

I’ve been near her heart


that close to infinity poem So close to infinity

And yet my back feels itchy It’s that close to me Pushing my wool sweater Up too close to my skin

And the veil of sweat is so thin But everything is drawing closer And I can feel it against my pores When an event horizon I breachWhose Gospel will I preach?


that perfection in the mind poem I see perfection in my mind

I see all the time I should have spent in the gym I see all the time I should have spent drawing

I see all the time I should have spent learning programming I see all the time I should have spent writing essays

I see all the time I should have spent writing plays I see all the time I should have spent dancing

I see all the time I should have spent working in a restaurant I see all the time I should have been painting

I see all the time I should have spent doing all of this I’m not a failure because of who I am

I’m a failure because of who I could be.


that holy anarchy poem

they had cell phones embedded in their souls that they used to talk to god long distance because they never thought to visit his house and speak face to face to their creative deity

instead they’d rather conference call him with the devil on the line praying to everyone just to make sure they were heard

that they were still in the herd

with their shepherd paving the way to safety while they were in the middle of a three way devil smiling while god is all in dismay

and we’re avoiding fluorescent auras attracted to the red ones

because we’re the real ones

and we just want some warmth not some robotic tryst in the myst of holy anarchy


that life and all that life is poem I found this …

Life and all that life is;

Forever and that’s what life gives;

You never know what you are looking for,

but that’s okay because no one is keeping score anyway. No one that guy with the white hat and the white suit with the dark shadow and the glint in his eye

yeah that no one that keeps life interesting because

no one is keeping score and he won’t let you see his card that he is keeping scores on.

Beautiful silent no one the giver and keeper of scores its all been done and its all been done before

so why mourn?

when you’re loving your life; so why cry?

When you gave it your best try; Really that’s all that life is

and that character that was named that’s something else that life gives, people and places and things and tears

all the reality that will make us human this year.


that be down with me poem I need someone to be down with me

That unconditional love That brings you in my life And heals the sorest spots. I think you need this too,Someone to just listen And be there listening

More than you need food at times.

Everything and everything that everything promises Is what I want to do for you

And maybe that’s what you’ll do for me And we can do for each other Perfecting love

Hurting and being hurt

And thinking that love is in the moment When love is in the long term.

We’re all facets of pure energy So we’re all facets of the Source

And the Source is when we were one And the unviverse existed in us

We were the universe and it was us And in us and for us and through us

Was all there was and then we separated And manipulated the stars until …

Until, until, we could see a past version of ourselves

It’s like we fell outside of time and landed on this planet And now we’re lost because because

We forgot how to plan our destiny among the stars.


that mind massage poem she massaged my mind

while i massaged her feet and we both grew content coiled and rubbing


that how i feel about writing poem i drove a pencil

down the freeway

and picked up a pen lady doodling on the side of the road

we were going the same way anywho and i think she knew

i liked her cursive ways

she took to my prose right on sight and later that night

we wrote a story in bed together that gave both of us happy endings.


that freedom poem raised with immigrant roots ellis island and Ms. liberty

indoctrinated us with american spirit my motherland raised my mother while my fatherland impregnated her

and while i was raised by their grandson here in america

the rest of the world spoils us here in the US of A their experiment gone terribly wrong

like the lost son coming home with an uzi just to let everyone else know

he discovered freedom.


that manifesto poem i manifested my destiny

as i rode from east to west until i came to the corner of Ea St. and We St.

Where I stood sketching caricatures Of the homeless because

I felt like that was my community

And on the corner I picked up my charcoal And dusty paper and sketched until

I made someone smile

And then I smiled and we smiled

And they smiled and they smiled across the street And everyone smiled for a moment when she saw Her face at the end of my hand at 3.52pm

She wasn’t at work and neither was I There was’t any work for us

But it didn’t matter because we were smiling

And both knew we would be sleeping peacefully that night.


that brave new world poem Imagine a group of people hoarding the truth Robed in ancient garments

Imagine a group of people whoring the truth Robed in new attire

Imagine they don’t believe we evolve They don’t believe we change

And neither does their place in society Staying their dismantling days Imagine a different nation state

More fluid than fluid

Where your robed in robes of your mind state And your mind state is your mental state

That dictates your nation state That dictates the leaders you follow

Imagine a nation your mind belongs to That doesn’t need your body

Imagine if you can

A world where lines redraw

And were old people say they saw The New World Order

The Old World Order would dissipate As they cleanse us in their rhetoric We wash their feet with our dreams And accomplish the unseen

It’s so easy to see

But I’m looking through dreamers eyes With rose covered lenses

Covering my corneas

And I imagine more farmers And less plastic workers Transition to other systems Always leave older systems Withoutpower

There are only so many plugs For so many computers

So much power

For systems of thought


But I’m just trying not to become a robot

And if I can’t evolve then I don’t want to create Because I’ll always be exploring the same old space Let me evolve

Say your wrong

And lets sing a brand new song A new world religion

Under the cosmos of Earth

Where we raise dreams from the dirt And let the sleeping dreamers lie

I watch with watchful eyes As my poetry starts to pry

Into deeper truths that move me to motions Of revolution emotion

Stand up and sing or stand up and fight But songs are so much sweeter

And you can either take the blew pill or the read pill And either way you’re going to experience hell

But with no knowledge of hell

No knowledge of heaven can exist Because you don’t know you’re out of hell Until you realize you’re in heaven

The whole world should reformulate itself Slowly so we don’t burn our dreams

But it is possible Because I say it can And if you say it can And they say it can Andwe say it can

Then earth can learn to understand

We are all in a palace a temple a mosque Built for worshiping the godhead in all of us Strain your eyes and look to see

The future that is directly in front of we And i’ll take my step

As you take yours

And we’ll just start to explore This Brave New World.


that other brave new world poem They gave us Keyboards

And a handful of locks

And with the combination of keys Hit in just the right order

We can undo centuries of conflict And write our way into the future Of a Brave New World

And no door is too closed That it cannot be opened

We’ll dig through the wall if we have to I’m a Revolutionary.

Come revolve with me.


that they saved me poem I raise my fist and scream aloud

Thank the Universe for letting me see all the clouds Blessing us with rain

They are glorious angels I can see so plain Have another look again

At those floating tufts abrupt All life arose from simple clouds Angels seeding existence Screaming aloud



I worship carnal deities I I I I

My whole life starts with me Your life starts with you Collectively we can stop it all Like I’m stopping this poem too.




book four : Lemonaid

Little Brandon was not more than eight years old. He was a young man. Brandon was watching television when Sarah McLachlan’s plea to help animals was on television. Brandon did not know why but it made him cry in a way he had never cried before. Sarah McLachlan did not fully come out and say it but Brandon for the first time had a feeling as to what happened to animals that did not get adopted. He called his father who was at work after he finished crying.

“Yeah Honey, I’ll be home in a few hours, how are you doing?” said Mr. Stevens.

“No Dad, its me. I just had a question.” Said Brandon.

“Okay, what is it?” asked Mr. Stevens.

“I just saw something on television and I started crying and I don’t know why I did it but I called you when I know you are buys at work. I just wanted to know what happens when a puppy or kitten doesn’t find a home?” asked Brandon inquisitively.

“Brandon, that’s a big question. I can’t really talk about it now. I’ll talk to you about it when I get home.” Said Mr. Stevens.

“They get killed don’t they.” exclaimed Brandon.

“Brandon, like I said that’s a big question and I am going to make sure we talk about it when I get home.” Said Mr. Stevens.

“When are you going to come home today?” asked Brandon needing vital information.

“No, I have one more case today but after the case I’ll cancel this thing I have and I’ll come home and talk to you about it. It really is a big question so I wouldn’t even want to talk to you about it over the phone. I have to go now but know for certain that when I get home we’ll have a long talk about what you asked me.” Said Mr. Stevens.

“Alright Dad, but I know why this is such a big deal. I know. I know.” uttered Brandon.

“Just don’t make any assumptions until we have our talk.” Said Mr. Stevens.

“I just wanted to talk to you Dad.” Said Brandon.

“We’ll talk. I just have this really important work that I do that I need to get back to. I love you Brandon.” Said Mr. Stevens wishing he was at home, instead of torn at this moment in his life between work and home.

“I love you too, Dad.” Said Brandon describing how he felt at that moment.

Brandon’s Father Mr. Stevens hung up the phone. Brandon after his father broke the connection just looked at the phone that was in his hand and knew a big talk was coming up, maybe the biggest he ever had with his Dad. He knew what Dad was going to tell him. He knew that his Dad was going to tell him that something terrible happened to the animals that never found a home. Brandon did not know what happened to the animals yet but he knew it wasn’t good. Why would that woman on television be pleading with everyone that watches television to help those animals and why would she be so sad if nothing bad happened to those animals. Why did they need homes so badly if nothing bad happened to them, Brandon thought to himself.

Brandon went online and he went to and he typed in “puppies” to the place where you type in words. Apparently you can buy a puppy. Brandon did not know you could buy a puppy. He became more sad at the thought that if some puppies could be bought then maybe some puppies do not get purchased and he just wanted to know what happened to the puppies no one bought.

Brandon then typed the word “kittens” into the place where you type words on and he found that you can buy kittens too. Brandon was having thoughts that he never had in his young life before. He was beginning to ask his first big question. His first big question was what happens to puppies and kittens that no one ever bought or paid for and gave a home to. Brandon pulled out his notebook and started writing. He wanted to make certain he had his question for his Dad just right.

“Dad, what happens when puppies that do not get bought. I mean, when they do not find a home. Dad what happens when kittens do not get bought? When kittens do not find a home what happens? What happens to the animals no one wants? The woman on the T.V. was playing the saddest music and the animals looked so sad. It was the saddest TV I have ever seen dad. What happens to the puppies and kittens that no one wants?” wrote Brandon to himself, to his father, and to no one in particular.

Brandon’s small hand was tired from writing so fast. He had the first rush of confusing thoughts that he ever had. He just did not know what to think. He was thinking maybe there was a place for the animals that no one wanted. Maybe there was a place that the animals could go and play. Like a zoo for small animals. He had been to the zoo for big animals. Maybe there was a zoo for small animals. That had to be it. There had to be a zoo for small animals that he had just never been to yet. A zoo for the puppies and kittens that no one wanted. Maybe there was a zoo for puppies and kittens.

Chapter Two

Brandon was outside shooting hoops in the driveway of his house when his Dad came home. When Brandon’s dad got out of the car. Brandon threw him the ball. Brandon’s Dad was surprised and dropped his briefcase and caught the ball.

“Nice pass.” Said Mr. Stevens.

“Let me see you shoot the ball.” Said Brandon.

“It’s a tough shot.” Said Mr. Stevens.

“I want to see if you can make it.” Said Brandon.

Brandon’s dad squared up and took the shot. It went right in after it bounced off the backboard.

Brandon ran over to his dad and high fived him.

Brandon’s Dad went over and picked up the ball and passed it back to Brandon.

“Brandon, let’s see if you can make a shot from right where you are.” prompted Mr. Stevens.

Brandon squared up and put his arms to work and followed through the right way and made the shot.

Brandon’s Dad stood underneath the rim and picked up the ball again.

“Lets shoot hoops while we talk. You called me at work today didn’t you?” consoled Mr. Stevens.

“Yeah I did. I shouldn’t have. I just saw something on TV.” Said Brandon.

“No. You asked me a hard question. “ fathered Mr. Stevens.

“Was it a bad question?” inquired Brandon.

“No. It wasn’t a bad question. You saw something on TV that made you feel sad. It made you think.” Said Mr. Stevens.

“I looked online and you can buy puppies and kittens?” said Brandon.

“Yes you can.” affirmed Mr. Stevens.

“How much do puppies and kittens cost?” said Brandon.

“Not much.” Said Mr. Stevens.

“So everyone can have a puppy or kitten if they want.” responded Brandon.

“That is true but not everyone wants a puppy or a kitten. They can be difficult to take care of.” In response stated Mr. Stevens.

“Is that why we do not have a pet?” said Brandon.

“Well, we just never talked about getting a pet. “ responded Mr. Stevens.

“I’ve always wanted one.” Said Brandon.

“I know.” Said Mr. Stevens.

“Do you think I am old enough to take care of a puppy?” said Brandon.

“Yes.” Said Mr. Stevens.

“Dad, what happens if no one adopts a puppy or kitten?” said Brandon asking the hard question he wanted an answer to.

“I think you are asking me what happens if a puppy or kitten never finds a home?” said Mr. Stevens.

“I think that is what I asked. I just want to know why the woman on television was so sad, what didn’t the woman on television say?” Said Brandon.

“She was sad because she knows what happens to the pets that never find a home.” Said Mr. Stevens.

“What happens?” said Brandon.

“Well most of the animals find homes.” Said Mr. Stevens.

“What happens to the ones that don’t?” said Brandon.

“Well, something sad happens.” Said Mr. Stevens.

“What?” said Brandon.

“Well the animals that never find a home get put to sleep.” Said Mr. Stevens.

“Sleep.” Said Brandon.

“Yes. Sleep.” Said Mr. Stevens.

Brandon had taken a few shots by now and his Dad was extremely impressed with how many times he had made the shots. Brandon was good at putting the ball through the hoop from really anywhere.

“Dad, when they put an animal to sleep, does it hurt?” said Brandon.

“No.” said Mr. Stevens.

“Why was the woman on television so sad?” asked Brandon really wanting to know.

“Because putting animals to sleep is a very sad thing.” Said Mr. Stevens.

“Then maybe more people should try and help the animals find homes.” In response, said Brandon.

“Absolutely. That is what the woman on television wanted you to know. She wanted you to know that you can help keep animals from being put to sleep if you give them a home.” Said Mr. Stevens.

“Can we help animals?” said Brandon.

“We could talk about adopting one, I have to talk to your mother first though.” Said Mr. Stevens.

“I would take good care of it.” Said Brandon.

“I know you would.” Said Brandon.

Chapter Three

Brandon’s mother woke him up the next morning so that he could do his school studies.

“Brandon, make yourself some toast and have a bowl of cereal.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“It’s early mom.” Said Brandon.

“I know its early, its always early this time of the morning. It was this early when I woke you up yesterday and it’s going to be this early tomorrow.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“Give me a minute. Ill see you in the kitchen in a few minutes.”said Brandon.

“Just don’t make it too many minutes.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

Brandon laid in bed for not too many minutes and got his mind together before he got out of bed and perked up a little bit as kids can do.

“I earned 13,000 points last week at school, mom.” Said Brandon as he was walking into the kitchen.

“I earned a Master’s Degree.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“Mooooom, you know I’m not as smart as you.” Said Brandon.

“It’s okay honey, one day you might be but you need at least four million points to say you are as smart as me.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“Mom, do you think I’ll ever be ready for Udacity.” Said Brandon.

“ABSOLUTELY!” said Mrs. Stevens.

“I’m going to need a car one day so that I can turn it into a robot.” Said Brandon.

“Well, you need a lot more points before that happens, and a lot more days.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“Did Dad talk to you about yesterday?” said Brandon.

“Yes he did and I don’t know.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“Mom, we can save an animal from being put to sleep. We should listen to that woman on television. She knows a lot about animals.” Said Brandon.

“I know. I understand this but it takes a lot of work.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“I’m here all day when I am not at gym or at Mike’s house. All we would have to do is open the back door and let it run outside in the yard and then let it back in. I would be in charge of that. I’d be the door opener for the puppy and you and dad could get the food and I would be the person in the family that feeds the puppy. “ said Brandon.

“I’ll give it some thought. I sort of noticed that we made it through eight years without a pet. I was sort of hoping to make it through another ten.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“Mom. Think about this. We can stop an animal from sleeping. We can entertain it.” Said Brandon.

“Did your father explain to you what being put to sleep means is?” said Mrs. Stevens.

“Sort of, it’s like when a bear hibernates or something.” Said Brandon.

“I don’t know if I should tell you or not.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“Tell me what?” said Brandon.

“Let me make certain you know all of the facts Brandon. When you put an animal to sleep. It doesn’t wake up.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“You mean ever?” said Brandon.

“Basically.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“WHAT!?” said Brandon.

“Calm down.” Said Mrs. Stevens.


“I don’t know. A lot?” said Mrs. Stevens.


“Well, Brandon, you should know that sometimes the pet population isn’t in line with the people population.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“I don’t get it.” Said Brandon.

“When there are more we’ll say puppies and kittens that need homes than there are people to give them homes, when there are more animals than there are homes for animals, the animals that no one wants to take care of. Get put to sleep.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“No.” said Brandon.

“No. What?” responded Mrs. Stevens.

“That’s not right, that couldn’t be true.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“It’s why the woman on television was so sad because she knows the truth.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“I am going to create a web site that lets all of my friends know this.” Said Brandon.

“Now Brandon, what do you think that website is going to do?” said Mrs. Stevens.

“It’s going to let my friends know to adopt something. Something that’s going to be put to sleep.” Said Brandon.

“Brandon. There are a lot of facts in life and one of the facts in life that I just shared with you is sad. A lot of the facts in life are very sad. There are a lot of sad facts in life but maybe I can talk with your dad about getting you a pet because maybe it’s time you had something to take care of.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“How many can we adopt?” asked Brandon.

“We can talk about adopting one.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“If we adopt one, how many will be put to sleep that we don’t adopt?” asked Brandon.

“I don’t know.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

Brandon sat silent. He had made his toast and was eating his cereal. He was thinking about what he was going to do with his website now that he knew a new fact about life.

Chapter Four

Brandon had finished his Khan Academy courses early that day. His mother was at work.

Brandon called his friend Mike at around noon.

“Mike.” Said Brandon.

“Brandon?” Said Mike.

“Yeah it’s me.” Said Brandon.

“Mike my mother told me something this morning.” Said Brandon.

“What?” said Mike.

“My mother told me that when an animal is put to sleep it doesn’t wake up.” Said Brandon.

“That’s not true.” Said Mike.

“My mother said it was a fact.” Said Brandon.

“Do you think my parents are going to put my dog to sleep?” said Mike.

“No because it has a home. She said only the animals that didn’t have homes were put to sleep.” Said Brandon.

“Well, then maybe we could build a website that helps animals find homes.” Said Mike.

“How is that going to help? We can’t build a website that has money on it.” Said Brandon.

“What if we set up a stand outside the playground where we sold lemonade to raise money.” Said Mike creatively thinking.

“Raised money for what?” said Brandon.

“We could raise money to pay for puppies and kittens to be adopted so that it made it easier for them to find homes.” Said Mike.

“Mike, our friends might want to help.” Said Brandon.

“Maybe.” Said Mike.

“Did you finish your Khan Academy classes?” said Brandon.

“Yeah I did.” Said Mike.

“How many points do you have?” said Brandon.

“I made 4500 points today.” Said Mike.

“I made about 3000 points today.” Said Brandon.

“You made more points than I did the other day.” Said Mike.

“I tried really hard.” Said Brandon.

“Brandon, we sold lemonade before.” Said Mike.

“What if we just did it again but this time gave the money to our friends to help them give animals homes, maybe our friends that don’t have pets could help us find animals homes.” Said Brandon.

“The playground is always busy.” Said Mike.

“How many puppies and kittens do you think need homes?” said Brandon.

“Dozens.” Said Mike.

“So we need enough money for them to find homes.” Said Brandon.

“I guess.” Said Mike.

Chapter Five

Brandon picks up his journal and starts writing. He has a mottled journal that his grandmother gave him for his birthday. The journal is the place where he keeps all of his notes for his Khan Academy homework and it’s also the place where he writes things. Brandon likes to write. He writes stories and poems and he writes ideas for websites that he thinks would be fun to make when he is better at making websites. He also draws pictures in his journal and when he fills a journal up his mother gets him a new journal. He needs about one journal for every class that he takes on Khan Academy and he fills them up quickly with his hand.

“I sold lemonade before. It wasn’t hard. If I can help something find a home that is what I want to do. How hard could it be to find a puppy a home? Why would anyone put an animal to sleep? Why wouldn’t the people that are putting the animal to sleep bring it home to give it a home? Who would do such a thing?” wrote Brandon.

When Brandon had finished writing, he went outside and got his basketball. He started making shots at the basket and he missed some shots and he made some other shots.

His neighbor Dorothy came over and she asked him to pass her the ball.

“Brandon, throw it here.” Said Dorothy.

“Catch!” Said Brandon.

Dorothy stood further back in the driveway than Brandon had and took a long shot. She made the shot.

Brandon was surprised.

“That was a hard shot.” Said Brandon.

“Mike sent me a message.” Said Dorothy.

“Yeah.” Said Brandon.

“He said the two of you were going to start another Lemonade stand but that this time you were going to use it to help pets find homes.” Said Dorothy.

“We just talked about it. Do you think we should do it?” said Brandon.

“Yes!” said Dorothy.

“Well would you want to help?” friended Brandon.

“I’m really good at drawing. I could make the sign.” Said Dorothy.

“Do you have lemons.” Said Brandon.

“I could get them. You have a cooler. I know Mike has a table.” Said Dorothy.

“That’s all we need isn’t it.” Said Brandon.

“We need something to put the money in too.” Said Dorothy.

“We could put it in a pencil box, I have one of those.” Said Brandon.

“We’ll bring that too.” Said Dorothy.

“My parents told me that they put animals to sleep that don’t find homes.” Said Brandon.

“I’ve known about that.” Said Dorothy.

“They never wake up.” Said Brandon.

“We have to do this. If we can help even one animal find a home, we can say we did something.” Said Dorothy.

“You know, the playground always has a lot of kids and parents.” Stated Brandon firmly.

“That’s where we’ll do it. The same place you and Mike sold Lemonade before. I’ll help this time.” Said Dorothy.

Chapter Six

Brandon, Mike, and Dorothy on a steaming hot summer day when school is out tell their parents that they are going to sell lemonade again. The three of them meet up Bising’s Playground with the table, the heavy large jug of homemade lemonade and of course the pencil box for the money they were hoping to make. There is a basketball court at Bising that the other kids are competing in basketball on. There is also a jungle gym that some other kids are having fun on.

Brandon, Mike, and Dorothy the three of them know one thing. Their friends are going to be thirsty. So they set up their stand and start selling Lemonade for fifty cents a cup. Their friends start coming over slowly at first not noticing they had set up a stand but after word gets out that there’s cheap lemonade, since it’s so hot everyone comes over and waits in line to get some of the lemonade.

One of the kids that is waiting in line reads the sign. The signs says that the money is going to stop animals from being put to sleep that can’t find homes.

“I don’t want the animals to be put to sleep either. There was a woman on television that made me so sad. I started crying.” Said the girl.

“I saw it too.” Said another.

“Me too.” Said another.

“Here take all of my money, just let me get some lemonade when I am thirsty.” Said a fourth.

The kids started talking.

A parent came over.

“What are you kids doing?” said the parent.

Dorothy very astutely explained, “We are raising money to save animals from being put to sleep that can’t find homes.”

“That’s very noble of you.” Said the parent.

“What does noble mean?” asked Mike.

“It’s means really good.” Said the parent.

“Do you think that maybe you could tell some of your adult friends about what we are doing?” said Brandon.

“I’ll send out a tweet right now.” Said the parent.

The parent sent the following tweet to her actually quite long list of followers that she had steadily became a reality over the time this parent had her Twitter account.

“Kids having a fundraiser at Bising Park to help find homes for pets. Make sure to come.” Was the tweet.

She went over and told the other parents and then they retweeted the tweet. This tweet made it’s way all through North College Hill, quite quickly.

Chapter Seven

A couple dozen parents and their children came out on this hot day in the summer to meet these kids that were raising funds for the animals that were in need of homes. How often are kids under the age of ten raising funds for something?

One of them was a reporter for the local Community Press, that was always interested in stories developing locally. She got the tweet and thought it was at least worth looking into as a special interest story.

“Would you three like to be interviewed for a story.” Said the Reporter that thought some young people , younger than ten were raising money on their own for a cause, was interesting.

“YES! YES WE WOULD!” said Brandon, Mike, and Dorothy.

“Alright, let me get out my note pad.” Said the Reporter from the Community Press.

“What are you doing for the record?” said the Reporter with very much officialness.

“We are selling lemonade to raise money to help people give animals homes so they don’t get put to sleep.” said Brandon.

“Puppies and Kittens should be able to find the homes they need to keep from being put to sleep.” said Mike.

“My family has a pet, we aren’t putting our pet to sleep, so we want the rest of the animals to be saved from being put to sleep too.” Said Dorothy.

“You know you can make a donation to the SPCA and they can lower the cost of adopting an animal or even several animals.” Said the reporter.

“That’s what we want to do.” Said the three children raising money.

“Mind if I take a photograph.” Said the Reporter.

“Would you?” Said the kids.

“Alright stand right here to the side of your lemonade stand and I’ll make sure all three of you are in the newspaper for being as noble as you are.” Said the reporter.

Brandon asked the reporter this.

“Why doesn’t the zoo take care of all of the animals?” asked Brandon.

“Well, the zoo is a place for exotic animals right now, it’s not a place for pets. That’s what the shelter is for. The shelter is like a zoo for pets that lets you take the pets home if you want to adopt the pet.” Said the Reporter.

“I know but they don’t put the animals to sleep at the zoo do they?” said Brandon.

“No, no they don’t.” said the Reporter.

Mike then said, “Then the zoo should take care of all of the animals that don’t have homes.”

“Well, maybe I’ll add that in my story. That one of you said that the zoo could help out in finding homes for animals. It’s a modern idea.” Said the reporter.

“Why is it a modern idea?” said Mike.

“Because it’s never been done.” Said the Reporter.

“The zoo has never had an exhibit for pets?” asked Dorothy.

“Nope.” Said the Reporter.

Chapter Eight

“Brandon.” Said Mr. Stevens.

“Yeah Dad.” Said Brandon.

“I got a retweet that you and Dorothy and Mike were at the playground today raising money to help find homes for pets.” Said Mr. Stevens.

“Yeah a reporter came out and talked to us.” Said Brandon.

“That happened really quickly.” Said Mr. Stevens.

“I know one of the parents sent out a tweet and it was retweeted to their friends and a bunch of people showed up to buy lemonade from us. We sold all of our lemonade and some people gave us money that didn’t even want Lemonade.” Said Brandon.

“How much money did you raise?” asked the very interested Mr. Stevens.

“I’ll show you.” Said Brandon.

Brandon went to his room to pick up the fundraising box. Dorothy and Mike thought that Brandon should take the money home with him since it was his idea.

“Here is all the money we collected.” Proudly stated Brandon producing a box of more donation than he was aware of.

Brandon’s mother counted through the money and she saw some checks, and she saw a lot of cash. She counted it all up. She even needed to get a calculator to count the money.

“Did you count this?” asked Mrs. Stevens.

“Not yet.” Said Brandon.

“There is nearly five hundred dollars here in checks and cash.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“Do you think that’s enough to help a pet find a home.” Said Brandon.

“Absolutely. You yourself will be able to have any pet you want with this money.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“I mean, will it help a pet that won’t be coming home with us to find a home.” Said Brandon.

“Well, I don’t know about that.” Said Mr. Stevens.

“We wanted to raise enough money so that all of the pets could find homes.” Said Brandon.

“There’s not enough money in the world for that to happen.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“What do you mean?” said Brandon.

“Well, it is not always about money.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“Doesn’t everyone want a pet?” said Brandon.

“No, Brandon, everyone does not want a pet.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“People would rather let animals get put to sleep then give them homes? Is that true?” said Brandon stumbling down a path of questions that his parents wanted to be as painless for him as possible to come to terms with.

“Unfortunately, yes.” Said Mr. Stevens.

“That’s not fair at all, what did those animals do to anyone?” said Brandon.

“They didn’t do anything Brandon. Sometimes things are just the way they are.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“But they take care of the animals at the zoo. They don’t put the animals to sleep at the zoo.” stated the young Brandon.

“That is true.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

“Then why do they put pets to sleep if they don’t put zoo animals to sleep?” asked Brandon.

“Well, I don’t know, do you know honey?” stated Mr. Stevens.

“No, I don’t know.” Said Mrs. Stevens.

Chapter Nine

Time passes. Lots of time passes. Years pass. He never forgets that time where he first learned what it meant to be noble was. To be noble was to do something good. Brandon grew up. He graduated from the Khan Academy and North College Hill High School. He went to the University of Cincinnati and studied Biology and learned everything he could about animals and how to take care of them.

While at the University he interned at the Cincinnati Zoo. He became such a good zoo keeper at the Cincinnati Zoo that after he graduated from the University of Cincinnati, they hired him to be a zookeeper.

After taking care of the penguins, and taking care of the lions, and taking care of the otters and the flamingos. Brandon thought back to that day he Dorothy and Mike, two people he kept in touch with through the years, raised some money for the animals at the SPCA.

Brandon called Mike the same way he had over a decade earlier.

“Mike.” Said Brandon.

“Brandon?” said Mike.

“Yeah, this is Brandon. Its been a couple weeks I know. I’ve been busy.” Said Brandon.

“What’s up?” said Mike.

“I was thinking today about that time we raised some money for the SPCA when we were kids.” Said Brandon.

“Yeah, that was a good day. I think of it from time to time.” Said Mike.

“Well, something that has come up recently that might interest you has come up at the zoo. Maybe, just maybe you could help me with something. “ asked Brandon to his old friend Mike.

“What’s up?” responded Mike.

“There was this one moment that stuck in my mind, I don’t know if it stuck in yours but it stuck in mine.” Said Brandon.

“What’s that?” said Mike.

“Why can’t the zoo have an exhibit for pets?” Said Brandon.

“Well, the zoo usually only has exhibits for exotic animals as well you should know since you work there.” Said Mike knowing the type of person Brandon was.

“I know, but it just recently came up at work that they are looking for pitches from the zookeepers and other people really everyone that works at the zoo.” Said Brandon.

“What’s this about?” asked Mike wondering where this was going.

“Well, I have been informed that the Cincinnati Zoo has been gifted some land from an anonymous donor out in Mason. They have two options, they can sell it or they can expand. Selling the donated land would make the zoo a lot of money up front but the zoo honestly might be interested in developing the land into a satellite zoo of some kind where they can expand their operations. It’s being considered an open symposium that is coming up where anyone working at the zoo can discuss openly their ideas for the land since everyone working at the zoo would be affected by the expansion.” Said Brandon.

“Alright, what’s the pitch?” said Mike.

“What if for once they housed a petting zoo for animals that can’t be given homes from the SPCA?” said Brandon.

“You mean realize that vague dream we had as children?” said Mike.

“Basically.” Sad Brandon.

“Have you contacted Dorothy about this?” said Mike.

“I haven’t talked to her in a while.” Said Mike.

“I just talked to her a few weeks ago and she’s still planning events.” Said Mike.

“Do you think she would be interested in this idea.” asked Brandon.

“I think she would. The question is, would the zoo be interested.” Said Mike.

“I’ve talked with zoo keepers before, and they have said that it’s a novel idea but that it comes down to space. The downtown location just does not have space for this type of exhibit … BUT … with the donated land it might be possible.” Explained Brandon.

“Well, its about decisions and sales and the pitch. You know I’m great at pitches.” Said Mike.

“I know. How are things at the dealership?” asked Brandon.

“I’m still at a point where I am picking up the paces on selling cars but if you are on my lot. I speak your language.” Said Mike.

“I mean you’ve always been better at talking to people than myself. You’ve always had a lot more confidence too when it comes to talking to people that you just met.” Said Brandon.

“I know it’s something that I’ve always been comfortable doing. It’s why I went into sales.” Said Mike.

“The idea of some kind of an exhibit for domestic animals isn’t so far fetched when it’s quite common to find a petting zoo for farm animals. ” Said Brandon.

“I mean it’s kind of a hard idea to get, since the zoo, and you again are more aware of this than myself, is typically for exotic animals.” Said Mike.

“Well, as I am imagining I can envision a petting zoo for all of the types of animals that you typically find at the SPCA and to give it that exoticness, it would be the numbers of animals that would be the exotic element of the exhibit. How often do you get to see thirty dogs in one place from a safe distance? As an act of community outreach we could have an exhibit at this new location that has yet to be developed where quite frankly animals that have not been adopted and that normally would be put down could be placed in the care of the Cincinnati Zoo and we could be a home for these animals that people just for whatever reason can’t find a home for and because of the numbers it would be as exotic and interesting as any exhibit at the zoo?” Said Brandon.

“What I like about it is that it would be entertaining and that it could be a successful petting zoo if you haven’t thought of that. I also like the idea that it would be great Public Relations for the Cincinnati Zoo because it would be solving a problem, the same problem that we in our own way were trying to address as kids.” Said Mike.

“Maybe you could help me with my pitch? The symposium at the zoo is in a couple of weeks and I’d just like to go over it with someone at least once before then.” said Brandon.

“What would you want my help with?” said Mike.

“Just keep me from working on it alone. Help me with the persuasive element of it.” Said Brandon.

“I guess I could help with that. I don’t know how much use I would be though.” Said Mike.

“I just need an audience.” Said Brandon.

“For the novelty of it, we should contact Dorothy.” Said Mike.

“I haven’t talked to her about it. Didn’t send her an email or anything.” Said Brandon.

“You should do that. This could be something that completes a day that we experienced years ago.” Said Mike.

“That would be special wouldn’t it.” Said Brandon.

“I think it would. It would be that noble thing that we heard talked about back then.” Said Mike.

“So how about this, it’s Monday right now. Are you free this Friday night, Saturday night, or Sunday night?” said Brandon.

“I’m free Friday and Sunday night. Saturday night I have plans with someone.” Said Mike.

“Alright, how about this. Ill see if Dorothy is free Friday or Sunday Night as well. Its been a few months since I called her, but a week is plenty of time to make time to meet with some school friends isn’t it?” said Brandon.

“I think so, plus it’s not like we don’t keep in contact through the social, we just haven’t been in the same room together for at least a year at this point.” Stated Mike.

“You can make it this weekend?” said Brandon.

“Yes.” Said Mike.

“Alright. Well then I’ll keep talk to you before then just to confirm and hopefully Dorothy will be there too. If the three of us got together, maybe had some drinks, that would be good times.” Said Brandon.

“Yeah, yeah it would be. Hopefully Dorothy can make it. It would be good to see her again, if not, we can work on this pitch.” Said Mike.

“I’ll see you this weekend.” Said Brandon.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Said Mike.

The two of them go through the process of hanging up the phone.

Brandon goes through his contact list and calls Dorothy.

“Hi, Dorothy?” says Brandon.

“Yeah. What’s going on Brandon?” Said Dorothy.

“There is something going on at the zoo.” Said Brandon.

“What’s that?” said Dorothy.

“It hasn’t hit the press yet, but the zoo has been anonymously donated a piece of land that it has to make a decision on. It has to either sell it for funds or put it to use as an extension of the downtown zoo.” Said Brandon.

“Really?” said Dorothy.

“Yeah. Apparently they are asking for ideas from all of the employees at the zoo. I am one of their youngest zoo keepers and they know my intentions of making a career out of it. It’s sort of something that that is preliminary but they just want to know the thoughts of their employees on the matter. I talked with Mike just a few moments ago and I asked him for some advice and to maybe get together this weekend and I wanted to call you for the same reason.“ said Brandon.

“How is he? And what did he think of what you said?” said Dorothy.

“He is good. Said he would be interested in coming over this weekend.” Said Brandon.

“Alright, I might be free this weekend.“ said Dorothy.

“Remember back when we were kids and we had that lemonade stand that we used to raise money for the animals. Remember how we made the news and how maybe one or two animals found homes that otherwise wouldn’t have? “ said Brandon.

“Yeah, we made the paper for that. That was the first time I was in the newspaper actually. Taught me some things.” Said Dorothy.

“Well, the zoo is collecting ideas for what can be done with the land. The board of the zoo is collecting ideas from all of the zoo employees about what to do with the land that they were not expecting to receive. They received it about three months ago but they just let us know last week. There was some paperwork that needed to be finalized before they reached out to the employees to ask what people thought could be done with it.” Said Brandon.

“What are your immediate thoughts?” said Dorothy.

“That they use a portion of it to give homes to unwanted pets. It could be an exhibit with a couple dozen number of animals in it where the pets can have a permanent home and have some kind of life.” Said Brandon.

“You think they would go for that? Doesn’t the zoo typically only deal in exotic animals?” said Dorothy.

“That would be the whole point, it would be an exhibit that lets people know that we are surrounded by nature. It would be a place where kids and adults can come and observe how dogs and cats spend time with dogs and cats in exotic numbers.” Said Brandon.

“Yeah, I’ll get together with you and Mike this weekend. I’m not saying it’s a bad idea, I just think you need a great presentation to make it happen. Have you ever talked about when we raised money for animals when we were young?” said Dorothy.

“I’ve told a couple of the other zoo keepers, the ones that I see the most often. They loved the story and think that working in the zoo might be a life long calling for me.” Said Brandon.

“You could let the zoo know that you have a professional tie with an event planner that could come up with some creative ideas for promoting the successful exhibit. I would do some planning work pro bono for you since it would just be planning and I wouldn’t be doing the actual work. I could draw up some inspiration for you to add to your presentation. I have a large online footprint that depending on the event I can draw upon to make some real magic happen with.” Said Dorothy.

“Thank you so much. This weekend Mike is free Friday night and Sunday night. I was wondering if you were free Friday or Sunday night for a brain storming session to help me develop my pitch. “ said Brandon.

“I’m free on Sunday Night.” Said Dorothy.

“Then we can meet Sunday around 9ish” said Brandon.

“That’s fine.” Said Dorothy.

“Alright, I’ll let Mike Know.” Said Brandon.

Chapter Ten

Brandon is in his apartment and he is drinking some hard lemonade that he is drinking because he thinks Dorothy and Mike will think its quaint. He knows no one really drinks hard lemonade. He just thought it would be cool to have some hard lemonade to drink that would be symbolic of the of lemonade they sold to raise awareness as children. It was a corny gesture but it was one that he didn’t feel too corny to make. Plus he thought hard lemonade actually tasted pretty good if you haven’t had it in a long time. It was a decent choice to make for drinks that night as he wanted to provide something for them sharing their time and intellectual resources with him to get this presentation right.

Brandon spent the week in his usual exhibit. He looked over the penguins. Since he was a child he loved penguins. Once he first saw a flock of penguins scampering around on the ice he fell in love. It was his love of penguins and his many visits to the zoo during his high school years that inspired him to become a zoo keeper in the first place. He thought it was fulfilling work. He loved animals. So looking after them for a living was a joy for him. It was something that fit him.

There was a knock at the door and it was Dorothy. She was about twenty minutes earlier than she said she would be which was refreshing for Brandon. When you set up a meeting it’s the waiting for people to show up that takes the longest amount of time.

“Brandon, its good to see you.” Said Dorothy.

They gave each other a big hug.

“You too, Dorothy. How is everything, how is the event planning?” said Brandon.

“Even planning is event planning. I just did a suare for Genuine Products and it was a big corporate affair. They wanted crystal on every table that fit within a the budget that wasn’t small but when they wanted their theme to be crystal I don’t think even with the size of the budget they allotted me that I would have to do some serious research into getting the right adornments. I did something special for them though. I did some research online and used my company’s reputation to make some magic happen. I got in touch with a certain cola company and explained to them the theme of the event and that it would be a beautiful surprise if I could could obtain roughly 200 bottles of their crystal branded cola.

They said that they did in fact have some in stock and that they could forward it to me but that since it was not available to the public per se that they would have to charge a premium to me to make this happen.

I took a hard look at my budget and sacrificed two or three minor elements so that I could include this lovely take home that people would probably find novel. Crystal Cola. It was a throwback as everyone attending would remember the short lived product but to have it at the Crystal Event would be really special it would take a crystal event and make CRYSTAL if that makes sense. It’s just a way that I thought I could go out of my way within the budget to make the event for Genuine Products special for them, it was an anniversary event and I wanted to out do myself. So I reached out and pulled a string I invented. In the future I might try and do that more often. Invent strings that can be pulled, instead of sticking to all of the strings I am used to pulling to get my work done.” Elucidated Dorothy.

“That is extremely impressive, are their any cola’s left?” said Brandon.

“Not really.” said Dorothy.

“Then those cola’s must have been truly appreciated. If you had some left maybe people would not have been as impressed as you would have thought. “ said Brandon.

“The crystal cola for the crystal event really impressed people and everyone I talked to wanted to know how I got this rather obscure product. Not all but a lot of people did not even open the cola, they brought it home with themselves as a collectors item. Something about nostalgia that makes everyone feel something inside.” Said Dorothy.

“Yeah, nostalgia isn’t even something you can feel until you get to a certain age. Like cartoons, I think the first time I ever even knew what it felt like to feel nostalgic was when a friend of mine in college sent me a link to the actual Duck Tales thematic opening. I was floored. I was flooded with what I could only describe as nostalgia. I had heard the word before but I never knew what it was until there I was watching Scrooge jump into his vat of coins that to this day I am certain is not actually possible but in a cartoon, eh.” Said Brandon.

“I’ll be honest with you, I am also quite certain you cannot dive into coins but cartoons are where the all is possible.” Said Dorothy.

“Well, let’s sit down.” Said Brandon.

“Yeah, your place is always nice every time I see it.” Said Dorothy.

“I keep busy.” Said Brandon.

“When is Mike coming?” asked Dorothy.

“He said he was coming around 9ish.” Said Brandon.

“Well that’s not long from now. It will be good for the three of us to get together again. We don’t do this enough.” Said Dorothy.

“Life, eh?” said Brandon.

“Life.” Said Dorothy.

“Would you like a drink?” said Brandon.

“Hard Lemonade? What because we’re adults now?” said Dorothy.

“You get it. Hopefully Mike will too.” Said Brandon.

“You could be an event planner if you wanted to be. It’s little things like this that makes for a successful event.” Said Dorothy.

“I didn’t know that.” Said Brandon.

“Well, now you do.” Said Dorothy.

“Well thank you.” Said Brandon.

“If you think about it, an exhibit is like a never ending event. Its meant to give a special experience to everyone that encounters it.” Said Dorothy.

“Yeah, that’s true.” Said Brandon.

“From what I know about zoo exhibits, they are meant to give an experience to everyone that encounters them.” Said Dorothy.

“Yeah. That is what an exhibit is. It’s a manicured long standing showcase that provides insight into the showpieces which at the zoo are of course the animals.” Said Brandon.

“You want to make the pitch that this new land that has been donated gets used for the purpose of housing for lack of a better way of putting it, pets?” said Dorothy.

“Basically. I mean to be coarse, if it was like the TJ Maxx of the the local animal world. Where TJ Maxx takes into it’s inventory clothing that didn’t make it off the rack at the retail location this would be similar to that, where animals didn’t make it out of the retail locations of the SPCA , we would provide a service that allows for those animals to live out their full lives and maybe even experience something more special than they would experience at individual homes. The zoo could be approached from time to time for adoption of the animals and as I am envisioning it now this exhibit that I am wanting to pitch would be a place for the public to see the exotic in the seemingly ordinary. Maybe to present the idea that animals are each exotic in their own right. “ said Brandon.

“I like it. It’s sort of halfway between an original idea and applying something that’s always been done to some animals that no one has looked at a certain way before.” Said Dorothy.

“I think Mike is at the door.” Said Brandon.

“Yeah, that is probably him.” Said Dorothy.

Brandon gets up and goes and answers the door and Mike is standing there with a bottle of top shelf whiskey.

“I thought I would bring something to drink. Dorothy its great to see you again.” Said Mike.

“Its great to see you too.” Said Dorothy.

Mike and Dorothy hug and Brandon and Mike shake hands the same.

“Hard Lemonade? Since we are adults right?” said Mike.

“That is exactly what Dorothy said.” Said Brandon.

“Yeah well, I brought some whiskey since we are adults but I’ll have some hard lemonade.” Said Mike.

“What’s been happening?” said Dorothy.

“Life man. Life’s been happening. The cars are moving with the right sales touch, and if you treat people the right way you can get some extras thrown in there that people were not expecting to think of needing. With cars being as option rich as they are now, a lot of times people don’t even know what the options on a car are. I kind of over time have developed this list of options that assuredly most people have never heard of that time and time again people unexpectedly discover that yes actually I would like those options and no I did not know the car came with those options. Its halfway between informative selling and pressure selling. Im light on the pressure though but when someone is encountering new information for the first time, invariably they are at least interested and I let them know that those are the options that make all of my customers happy. “ said Mike.

“Yeah, you are a car salesman.” Said Brandon.

“Damn right I am. No finer business to be in.” said Mike.

“When was the last time you had Crystal Cola?” said Brandon.

“Ages ago. Why do you ask?” said Mike.

“Because I told him it was the centerpiece of my last event truth be told.” Said Dorothy.

“How the hell’d you get Crystal Cola?” said Mike.

“I did my job , that’s how.” Said Dorothy.

“Did you try it?” said Mike.

“I didn’t think to ask that, did you get a taste yourself Dorothy?” said Brandon.

“I did.” Said Dorothy smirking.

“Well, how was it?” said Mike.

“It was amazing. I wasn’t expected to be amazed but I was. I am certain though I was only amazed because of the fact that its been fifteen years since I had it. “ said Dorothy.

“Theres none left is there.” Said Mike.

“Theres not.” Said Dorothy.

“You would be surprised, throw a 24 Pack of Crystal Cola into a car deal and it could mean the difference between someone walking out and sticking around to put pen to paper. I kid you not. I love stuff like that. “ said Mike.

“It’s unfortunate.” Said Dorothy.

“What is?” said Brandon.

“That they let me know, it could only be a one time deal. What’s unfortunate is that you can’t even get the Crystal Cola. The only reason and they let me know the very only reason they were letting the deal happen was because Genuine Products had a certain reputation with them and that and they had to confirm this that it was their actual Crystal Anniversary. They let me know they received a lot of bad press for their Crystal Cola and they weren’t happy about that but that yes, they kept inventories of evey flavor they had ever created in one of their warehouses.” Said Dorothy.

“It was worth the effort then to procure it?” said Mike.

“Yeah I don’t know why they got the headache they had in the press years ago. I don’t remember that. I loved it then. I love it now and everyone at the event thought it was some kind of miracle to see it again. The effect by one of my fellow event planners was called the ‘wave of nostalgia’ it was the only way to describe the way people felt about it. Genuine Products was genuinely impressed. “said Dorothy.

“Brandon, you have a pitch coming up?” said Mike.

“Yes.” Said Brandon.

“What do you have so far. Give me the short and sweet of it as short and sweet as you can get since that’s important.” Said Mike.

“Puppies and Kittens finding a home with the zoo.” Said Brandon.

“Never been done before as far as I can tell. Have you ever heard of that before Dorothy?” said Mike.

“No I have not.” Said Dorothy.

“What about you Brandon, have you, since you work in the zoo, ever heard of that?” said Mike.

“No I really haven’t.” said Brandon.

“Have you done research into finding similar offerings by other zoos?” said Mike.

“I have and I don’t think anyone’s doing it.” Said Brandon.

“Alright, am I to understand that the Cincinnati Zoo is a LEADING zoo?” said Mike.

“Yeah it is.” Said Brandon.

“Alright you’ve got that going for you. If they weren’t a leading zoo I’d say you’d have no chance in hell to even get this idea into a set of ears, to put it shortly.” Said Mike.

“Leading organizations look for ways to continue to lead.” Said Dorothy.

“That makes sense.” Said Brandon.

“This is what we were really working on back at Bising Park when we were selling lemonade. This is what we were really trying to do. We didn’t know it at the time but when we were trying to save a couple animals from being as I later came to discover the meaning, from being euthanized, what we were really interested in was having all of the animals saved from being euthanized. “ said Dorothy.

“Is there anything wrong with that?” said Brandon.

“Maybe.” Said Mike.

“Let me here your maybe.” Said Dorothy.

“There are violent animals.” Said Mike.

“Is that all you got though?” said Dorothy.

“Basically.” Said Mike.

“Alright, then what about this. It won’t be a petting zoo. It could be a petting zoo but animals are unpredictable.” Said Brandon.

“Yes they are.” Said Dorothy.

“Would you want two exhibits for domestic cats and dogs or just one exhibit for the two of them?” said Mike.

“I mean realistically there would be two exhibits, one for dogs and one for cats.” Said Brandon.

“I like it. The zoo takes the dogs, puts em over here.” Said Mike.

“And the zoo puts the cats over here.” Said Dorothy feeding off of Mike.

“I mean that is typically how a zoo works.” Said Brandon.

“How many dogs and cats can you expect to have in each exhibit?” said Dorothy.

“That’s the problem but at the same time that’s the interest factor. I typically work in the penguin exhibit and I just notice from time to time that it’s the exhibits that have the most animals that get the most attention because there is the most to see. I’m thinking the major selling point for the public mind you would be to have as many cats and animals as possible in each separate exhibit. Theres a problem though, bringing the animals back into their cages at night. The more animals there are to be housed at night the greater the more work it takes and work takes people.” Said Brandon.

“Well how does that work with the penguins. You have a couple dozen penguins. How do you get them all in their cages for the night.” Said Dorothy.

“Well I’ll be honest with you. We don’t cage the penguins separately. They don’t really have the ability to fight each other or to be violent so we just take care of them in a group for lack of a better way of putting it but the dogs and the cats that we are talking about would be able to bite and scratch and that might take some special clothing and care to be taken by zoo keepers to work with.” Said Brandon.

“Well, you have a cat house at the Zoo. The cats are indoors in their exhibits all day. What if you pitched the idea that they housed the animals in not an open air exhibit but one that gives them space and serves the purpose of being an exhibit and a housing at the same time. I don’t know I don’t work at the zoo and I only know what you tell me about how it works but there has to be a way to handle these dogs and cats from the SPCA so that the zoo can take care of them.” Said Dorothy.

“What are the politics involved in passing house pets to the zoo? I mean when we were younger if we had gone to the zoo and there was an exhibit where we could see some what 40 or 60 medium sized dogs and some 40 or 60 medium sized house cats roaming around and playing and the such that would have been amazing! I would have loved that. Then to kids that don’t have pets and never really grew up with pets those house pets at the zoo would be exotic to them. I also think that the zoo could benefit from this new location by maybe being a place that if they would be interested could be a place that lets animals become adopted as well. Is there a reason why the zoo can’t act as an agent of adoption? Could the Cincinnati Zoo expand it’s brand and at this place where this new land was donated, wouldn’t it at least be a pitchable idea to suggest tying the zoo closer to the community and allow it teach that domestic animals are exotic somewhere, which they are.” Said Brandon.

“I think you are asking two people that aren’t involved in your field for information that you need to be the expert on. “ said Mike.

“I know, I was just speaking out loud. This is just a unique opportunity for the zoo, one that doesn’t come along quite often.” Said Brandon.

“Have you heard it discussed what other zoo keepers are interested discussing as a use for the land?” said Dorothy.

“One idea is to use it as safari space. Its actually a really popular idea. To use the space to give some of our bigger animals space to roam around more freely. If there was a local safari space where people could be driven through the space and observe our larger animals in various enclosures that could be driven through that is actually one that most people are in favor of.” Said Brandon.

“Have you asked any other zoo keepers about your pitch or have you only talked to us , because we don’t work at the zoo we can only help you with your pitch, you are the one that has this idea that needs to get it through to your board and you work with the zoo, what is the typical response to when you talk about this with other zoo keepers?” said Mike.

“We should have asked you this earlier.” Said Dorothy.

“There is this one guy, old guy. Guy that’s been there longer than any board member. This one guy that kind of took me under his wing. Guy named Frank. Frank sort of in conversation lets me know the zoo’s history and how he has seen it change over time. He loves the idea. When I approached him and discussed my idea for a domestic animal exhibit he’s the one that let me know that it makes perfect sense and that with the amount of land that was gifted that there is no reason not to try something new. Thing is when I discuss this with the younger zoo keepers that are a little bit older than myself, they don’t seem to excited about it. They ask a lot of questions that let me know they don’t think that’s the business the zoo should be in. That the SPCA exists for a reason and that the zoo is by its very nature interested in exotic animals. Frank’s opinion is that animals are animals, each is as exotic as the next. They are all interesting as hell. As he puts it. Frank’s behind the idea 100% but he’s like the only one that seems to be in favor of this concept. It’s why I called you two. You’re like my two best friends that I have known the longest and you’re both really creative and I was just hoping to get some insight into what you thought could be said to sell this idea.” Said Brandon.

“You got this long time employee on your side. “ said Mike.

“Yeah.” Said Brandon.

“Does he know any of the board members?” said Mike.

“He’s good friends with the head of the board.” Said Brandon.

“Then what you need to do is tomorrow talk to this guy. Let him know that you talked to some professional friends of yours and that some ideas were fleshed out for an intitial pitch. Before any architectural plans were drawn up or anything that an initial pitch was developed for bringing in domestic animals under the zoo’s wing and that it’s been decided it’s a great idea. “ said Mike.

“Have you been told when the zoo is going to go public with its new land holding?” said Dorothy.

“They are going to release that information to the press after they make a decision as to what they are going to do with the land.” Said Brandon.

“Alright, then you can’t drum up outside support for your idea so its on your pitch to convince them.” Said Dorothy.

“How about this. What if we drew up a Google Document and when did you say the presentation for pitches was from inside?” said Mike.

“It’s in two weeks for initial formal ideas from within the zoo.” Said Brandon.

“Alright, we’ll draw up a Google Document, send invites to me and Dorothy and over the next two weeks we can help you brainstorm all of the ideas that you need to develop your pitch. “ said Mike.

“is there a time limit on your pitch? “ said Dorothy.

“Not really. The board put out a call to all of the employees of the zoo to come up with ideas as to what to do with the land donation and since it’s a unique opportunity they are reaching out to people to see what people think. It’s a formal survey is what it’s being billed as.” Said Brandon.

“Spend some time with this Frank , and maybe let him know that you are taking this really seriously and that you are planning your career around zoo keeping and that you really want to get someone’s attention when it comes to this idea.” Said Mike.

“Dorothy, like you said. Frank seems like your strongest ally. The idea of reaching out to the SPCA and the Humane Society even seems like a strong one. It’s a shame you can’t create more public awareness about this idea so you have to make the magic happen but please understand that boards sometimes collect input even though they already have a pretty good idea of what they are going to do. I mean this is an opportunity that you have to give your presentation but if its not in the long term vision for your employer it might just get listened to and not acted on.” Said Dorothy.

“Yeah. Don’t lost heart if it doesn’t resonate with the current board members. Just remember that if this is your career, you have to really have seniority to make a major change like this. Don’t get discouraged if this idea of yours gets paid lip service and isn’t given its full due. If that makes sense. Im new into my career and I have pitched a couple new ideas to my employer at the dealership and its not always how great the idea is that gets things done sometimes there are other factors to be considered. From to time I suggest different ways we could do things and sometimes the idea resonates and sometimes it doesn’.” Said Mike.

“Yeah but sometimes something new is exactly what people are interested in. The bringing together of the zoo and domestic animals might be just something that your board needs to hear so that they can think it over. It would be a new point of contact between the zoo and the zoo’s brand and the public. They get a certain amount of people coming to the zoo right now just to see the animals. I imagine they would get more of the public involved with them if the patrons of the zoo could see something new. New is not always a bad thing. Sometimes new is exactly what is needed at just the right time and this land donation, maybe with the right pitch, if you let them know about your past and how a long time ago you thought of this and it gave you direction in life and embedded your pitch with emotion and testimony from an event that happened a long time ago. It could very well be that you get the attention you are wanting to make a dream come true.” Said Dorothy.

“It seems realistic to me. The thought that the public could come and see something familiar in an exotic light such as seeing dogs in large numbers or domestic cats in large numbers would be the core draw. It would have to be the numbers of the animals that would be the draw and the Humane Society and the SPCA would be organizations that could see to it that we provide a public service to the community by being a place where domestic animals that couldn’t find homes as puppies and kittens found homes as adults which is around the time most animals don’t get adopted from what I understand. Euthanasia of animals when its just matter of them not having been able to find a home is the most tragic part of the entire process. If the zoo could find a home for these animals that were just looked over , it could be something really special.” Said Brandon.

“That’s the pitch.” Said Mike.

“That’s the right note to hit.” Said Dorothy.

“What?” said Brandon.

“Make sure there is emotion in your voice when you are giving your pitch. Not needy emotion but confident emotion. Let them know you think that the draw would be something familiar in an exotic light. That’s the perfect way to put this because that’s what it is isn’t it Dorothy.” Said Mike.

“That’s what I am thinking myself. Just make certain you say ‘something familiar in an exotic light’. It’s just what needs to be said. “ stated Dorothy.

“Let’s take a break.” Said Mike.

“I mean this is great conversation.” Said Brandon.

“It’s better than average conversation. It’s about something real.” Said Dorothy.

“We rolled the idea over several times and thought it through. For an initial pitch this is the right kind of conversation to be having.” Said Mike.

“What’s the two of your love lives like?” said Dorothy.

There was a sort of mild pause to the conversation at this point.

“Come on , it’s a fair question.” Said Dorothy.

“I’m seeing someone that I met at a local coffee shop.” Said Mike.

“What’s she like?” said Dorothy.

“She’s great. We have a lot of common interests. Shes in sales, I’m in sales. She deal in reality. I deal in cars. We handle similar styles of block of money so we know what it’s like to be dealing in high pressure sales. On our first date we took a car ride through the city and she discussed it in a way I have never really heard it talked about before. As a real estate agent would she gave me the insight into different neighborhoods and she playfully gave me her real estate pitch on the neighborhoods we drove through in between us talking about our disparate lives.” Said Mike.

“That sounds like a great date.” Said Dorothy.

“I’m not really seeing anyone. I was just in a relationship about six months ago and she got a job in another city and we knew we couldn’t make it work so we said our goodbyes.” Said Brandon.

“What about you Dorothy?” said Mike.

“Me. I’m more the match maker than the one to be matched up with someone. I introduce people to each other over and over at my events and from time to time the people I introduce to each other hit it off and they decide to meet outside of the events I plan. From time to time people let me know that serendipitously I introduced people that really enjoyed each other’s company and I’ve been told I’m responsible for at least two engagements. I haven’t heard of any weddings I’ve been responsible for but I have heard I was responsible for two engagements.” Said Dorothy.

“I imagine you develop an eye for chemistry between people in putting your events together.” Said Brandon.

“Yeah. I don’t know if it’s that or if it’s I’m just always finding the people that look like aren’t involved in a conversation and introducing them to other people that are not involved in a conversation at an event. I try and act natural about it but that’s what I am usually doing once the event has started. Noticing the people that aren’t engaged in conversation and finding a reason to get them involved in a conversation with someone.” Said Dorothy.

“That sounds like a great way to keep an event cordial.” Said Brandon.

“I don’t know if everyone does it that way, but it’s the main way I try to keep everyone involved at the function. It’s a way for me to make sure that as many people as possible have at least one meaningful conversation at my events. I want people to feel more than not left out, I want them to really meet someone that is of similar interests.” Said Dorothy.

“Dorothy, it’s never come up and lets not talk about it now, but please send me your standard rates to my email address and I’ll pass along your details to my manager. We could always use a great event at our dealership to interest our clients in just keeping us in mind as their number one car dealership. It really is about getting as many people through the door as possible and making certain they have a memorable experience. “ said Mike.

“Yeah. We could have our people talk to our people and see what happens.” Said Dorothy.

“Pass me another one of hard Lemonade would ya, Mike?” said Brandon.

“I’ll have on too.” Said Dorothy.

“Yeah, to the both of you.” Said Mike passing Brandon and Dorothy Hard Lemonade bottles and as their arms accidentally touched while grabbing the bottles from Mike they just sort of looked at each other, they looked at each other for a moment like Mike wasn’t in the room, for just a moment. They didn’t say anything they just, for a moment, noticed each other in this conversation, in this room, in this setting, after everything that was discussed, they just, noticed each other, and it was the briefest of moments but they both knew that each other noticed the other noticing the other.

Mike didn’t notice them noticing each other because it was just a moment.

Chapter Ten

Long story short the cincinnati zoo led the way for the Yosemite Naitonal Park to become a zoological preserve for all of the animals in the zoo system in the united states of america.

The End

book one : the gospel of the return of christ by nicholas lawson : the story of a man that dreams through a computer

Chapter One: Getting Canned Can Really Put You In A Jam

Lucius is walking into work sober as a puppy first born waiting to tell everyone about this man named Hakiym that he has met in the interest of promoting his show and producing some material for his Society. He walks up to his secretary and says a little hello. She doesn’t say much in return which is strange because usually she asks him about his morning. Lucius then walks over to his cubicle and attempts to sign in and to his surprise has no luck after several attempts, a morose feelings starts to seep into Lucius, computers are something that are highly predictable and in that Lucius knows that someone wants to tell him something about his computer, maybe he got a promotion and this is how they inform him? Lucius walks over to his boss’s office and the boss waves him in with a smile on his face.

Lucius’ boss’ name is Donald Warner. Donald is very cordial and studied English Literature at Harvard University. He is a very well educated man with great leadership qualities and is very diplomatic.

“Lucius I need to speak with you.” said Donald with the sterness of an employer in power.

“Can you believe that computer outside?” said Lucius searching for insight into his situation.

“We can talk about that in a bit.” said Donald dismissively.

Lucius knew immediately what being canned feels like. Apparently it feels like this.

“Lucius, what is”

“It’s the place that I find my inspiration and interact with other designers in other cities.” said Lucius still not knowing what the problem is.

“Lucius what is r/girlsgonewild?” said Donald.

“That’s a subreddit.” said Lucius knowing what said subreddit is but also knowing he does not attend such place.

“What is r/4chan?” said Donald building up his case. “That is another subreddit.” said Lucius feeling queasy.

“We audited your computer and found that you are subscribed to these quote unquote subreddits and we are professionally and personally disappointed in your connection to these sites. You posted a picture of my wife on r/girlsgonewild from the office party and then she found herself referenced in several memes that we find disheartening. My wife is not a doe with a slut condition and I don’t know how her photograph was involved in this smut but you are to blame and for that and I can’t work with you anymore. We can’t work with you anymore at this office. Just the utter level of disrespect that you would show to your colleagues is beyond troubling, Lucius what are you doing?” said Donald wondering much about Lucius at this point. “I’m sparking a little pinner.” said Lucius making the most of a bad situation.

“Lucius you know there is no smoking on these premises, especially not that.” said Donald who thought about how he had never smoked pinners in his entire life.

“I mean fuck it right? The world is on the brink of total peace and you are fucking with my life over some shit that has nothing to do with me. I mean I have one account for my reddit life and what I look at, at home is my own business and you just fire me.” said Lucius knowing that he did not post those photographs but not caring enough about this job to keep this job.

“We are not firing you, we are placing you on full leave.” said Donald thinking about the fact that he really doesn’t like Lucius much to begin with.

“Will I be getting paid for my time off?” said Lucius thinking that m a y b e e e e it was him on that one night he can’t quite remember.

“No. No you will not.” said Donald not finding this situation humorous at all.

“Then I’m fired and its bullshit because you need me right now to finish my assignment and you didn’t listen to me about starting the newspaper from the future concept anyways and then you never took me seriously and I was just an over aged joke to you and in that joke no one was laughing.” said Lucius trying to defend himself weakly.

“Lucius we have to ask you to leave immediately and we will call you when we require your services again.” said Donald doing the best he could not to smile.

“Fine.” said Lucius coping with the situation and boiling with anger over some photos.

Lucius takes an inhalation toke on his pinner and on his way out he walks over and picks up a computer printer and chucks it at Donald until he ducks. He flat out throws an Epson and it hits the window and breaks into pieces. Then he picks up some trophies that he had helped win and starts throwing them at the window with every intention of breaking the window. It’s starting to crack. Donald looks scared as shit and runs out of the room and Lucius just starts owning shit in that office and destroys the computer the whole while he is thinking the most serene thoughts of immortality and about how when you fire someone you damn well better make sure you have a legitimate reason and how is he supposed to know who put that photo online it was a company disk of photos that was passed out and just because he has a link to the subreddit doesn’t mean shit. Lucius is laying on the ground now just staring at the ceiling and he knows some shit is going down but since it’s a professional office he figures it will all go better than expected in light of all things considered.

Donald leans over him.

“You fuck. Have fun at the looney bin.” said Donald.

“What?” said Lucius inwardly thinking that life if was a dream life, why couldn’t it be a nightmare, which starts at a point like … this.

“We called the hospital because there is something wrong with you and we will be pressing charges upon your release. You overweight… over aged… over educated… piece of shit.” said Donald with a slowness of speech that for once actually caused Donald to catch Lucius’s attention.

“I did what I did, and you ain right. The hospital will be nice, maybe I will meet a nice woman.” said Lucius completely in the wrong but trying to salvage some form of something.

Lucius is plainly laying on the ground just serenly lifted, he was going to wait until that evening when the festivities started and the Black Eyed Peas were going to change their name to the Black Eyed Peace in honor of the celebration and he was going to celebrate with them. He had heard rumors that there was going to be a flash mob dance but he wasn’t sure. Apparently the Cincinnati Ballet was going to perform a futuristic contemporary ancient swan minuet at the unveiling of the interface and now it looks like he is apparently going to have to change his plans.

“Lucius you could have just been strange now you have to be a criminal on top of it.” said Donald thinking about how wrong he had been upon a first professional interest in this man.

There was a small gathering of people outside the office and they were laughing their asses off at Lucius, like LPK needs to worry about a messy office, they have the funds to clean up anything and it’s just funny to most people to see someone with talent fuck up and be a fuck up and live a fucked up life. To sit back and watch a serious talent rising through the ranks maybe a little bit too quickly and then to just fall flat on their face is funny to people.

Lucius was just laying their horizontal staring at people looking like they were walking on the sky and then he watched them coming for him in slow motion. There were four men dressed in white coming for him with a straight jacket in hand. Donald backed up and said “Goodbye Lucius, you fat fuck.” and then the men in white came in and held Lucius down while he smoked his reefer one last time before it was taken from him. There were two officers as well and they were taking police photos for the municipal records on Facebook and Lucius the Strange was eased into a jacket rather unceremoniously and then they picked him up and and started walking him out of the office.

One person was crying. One person felt sad. One person felt like the whole experience was bullshit because Mary knew that Lucius was forced to use a computer to do business with and three dimensions = so doing felt betrayed by that which meant the most to him. She knew that Lucius took his job more seriously than anyone else and in doing so he was always under a lot of stress to perform to the Design Arts Archtecture Planning levels of prowess that he knew he possessed plus the liberal arts years of absorbing rhetorical linguistica. She just stood there crying while fifteen people were laughing their asses off at a man that was talented but broken.

Lucius was wrapped in restraints and was falling victim to his own behavior. He could have just been fired and let that be that but no he went bananas and in going bananas he opened himself up to this situation. You would think the weed would have calmed him down but apparently he enjoyed his psychotic behavior and he thought if there was ever a time to lose your mind it was when getting fired and he just took it to a place that he probably shouldn’t have taken it but he did take it where he did and that is just what it is.

The ambulance that Lucius was placed in had a stretcher in it. The clerks placed Lucius on the stretcher and then injected him with serum that would put him to sleep.

Lucius said “Hey! Whats in the needle?” groggily as it set in quite quickly.

Lucius started dreaming immediately upon the injection as the lidocaine which went straight into his blood stream and worked its way to his brain where he lost consciousness and in that loss of consciousness Lucius the Reject started dreaming.

He saw a dream that was beyond beautiful as his different layers of consciousness began to overlap and take form. It was his dream that would be the dream of a million dreams and in that dream he could see the future speaking to him.

“Lucius, take heart. All that seems lost is won. All that seems won is lost. Welcome to your freedom.” said a voice.

Then Lucius was taken through a concept. He saw himself as a foreman of a foundry who produced the color purple and it was his job to reinvigorate the purple business and his first thought was that they needed a fundraiser and in that fundraiser there was a website called that aided in the arts and he saw this factory cutting a deal with artists offering purple at a discount to try and bring it back into serious fashion so that business would pick up.

Then Lucius woke up and was staring at a television that was attached to a corner in the room. Lucius gauged his situation and he saw himself in four point restraints and then he just laughed. LOL O LOL O LOL O LOL O LOL O LOL O LOL O LOL O LOL O LOL O LOL O LOL O L L L L L LOL O LOL O L L LOL LOL O LOL O L LOL O LOL LOL LOL O L LOL L. Doctors came in to see what he thought was so dilusionalistically funny.

“This, this is funny, that you would think I am crazy in a world changing so fast that sanity finds it hard to keep up. You don’t know what led up to my outburst, you don’t know Donald Warner that passive aggressive supposed leader who avoided every moment that I brought up that was strange. He was weak and he wasn’t even a boss for real he just kind of came in and decided he could tell me what to do, even though I was older than him and was at LPK longer than him. He was unoriginal but very literate and could write like nobodies business and we were friends off the clock and enemies on the clock because he didn’t let me bring him the kind of business that he knew I could bring.” said Lucius the Now Sanitized.

“Lucius we believe you are suffering from mental illness syndrome.” said a random unknown untrusted doctor.

“Are you going to let me go?” said Lucius not really knowing how this situation would pan out for him or what psychiatric hospitals did to people or under what conditions people were allowed to leave these places.

“If you are calm.” said the doctors thinking that Lucius the Stuck meant the restraints.

“I am calm.” said Lucius the Psych realizing the doctors thought that he was referring to the restraints.

An orderly came in and loosened the straps of the restraints and Lucius the Kidnapped sat up and rubbed his wrists. He thought to himself that even though he is in a psychiatric unit it’s not the strangest day of his life. That would be the day that he was drunk and blacked out and woke up in London, England with a crepe in his right pocket and a gun in his left. He was studying at the University and all he knows is that he either got away with or it didn’t happen because that gun was missing three bullets. Crazy shit.

Well, now, Lucius is walking around the hospital and he makes his way from room to room in order to get a feel for what these new surroundings are. It’s not like he didn’t think there would be consequences to his actions it’s just that he didn’t think the consequences would be this interesting. He figured he would be out in a couple hours … it’s okay to get angry isn’t it? Some people experience intense emotions and some people just are batshit capable people, you probably know a few yourself.

Looking around the layout is simple enough there are main hallway doors lining it up and down leading to bedrooms and there is a room for watching television at the end of the way and a small cafeteria on the right and behind him is the most beautiful sight he has ever seen, The Exit.

A patient walks up to him and taps him directly on the chest. Lucius just looks at the short funny looking creature in a pink gown and thinks to himself “I went crazy. This person is.”

“Yeah?” said Lucius further into his thoughts about this creature.

“What color is Thursday?” said the man most sincerely solidifying Lucius’s belief immediately there are multiple levels of sanity.

Lucius just stood there and then in a very peaceful calm manner spoke.

“Chartreuse. Thursday is typically a very subtle shade of chartreuse.” replied the Inwardly Hostile but Outwardly Shepherding Lucius.

The man smiled and took off running in the opposite direction screaming “CHARTREUSE!” with a very maniacal style that implied Lucius had provided him with his own momentary personal holy grail.

Lucius starts calmly surveying his surroundings and thinking about his predicament. He doesn’t say anything to anyone he just walks around and absorbs the sensations of being in this unfortunate place and he sees a certain someone in the back on the phone screaming into it and talking about something having to do with wanting absolutely zero meat products on their food. Lucius walks closer out of amused curiosity and hears the following.

“Look … you have to understand you FUCKING carnivore I don’t want any bloody bony flesh products on my meal. I have told you politely and I don’t know how many times that your fucking flesh covered, dead carcass, mucoid, debilitating to my homeostatic state has appeared on my plate and I am ordering you as I am the supreme vegan that you will discontinue feeding me any and all and every caloric particle of flesh on my plate and from this phone call on you will only serve me fruit and vegetables and nuts and seeds and that is all the fuck you are going to serve me on my plate. Do you fucking understand me? This is bullshit … I don’t even want to be here and I am just sick and tired of this treatment, hello? hello?” said the short powerful man.

Lucius takes a look at this man after his own heart and decides that he looks like a normal enough Aferican who just doesn’t want to chew on something that died a week ago. Lucius had been vegan for about two weeks when it occurred to him that rotting dead carcas tissue may not actually be the most healthy caloric item to place in your body as there may in fact be evolutionary defenses embedded within the dead carcass tissue and that an all knowing Mother Nature may ostensibly on some level actually punish carnivorous behavior on some level but that since he learned about veganism from his mentor he decided that since he wasn’t on television producing veganism, he wasn’t spearheading it in his life as the dead carcus tissue did fit between his teeth a certain way. Any day you find yourself chewing on dead carcass tissue that is not considered a winning moment. Winning is keeping your karma in the best position possible and through devouring something that at one point itself had karma, well in that moment, you may be ostensibly inheriting a massive amount of negative karma. You honestly cannot defend the devouring of eating carcass tissue. You can do it but you cannot defend it. You can ignore your behavior but you cannot explain away what you are doing. If you have the ability to live and let live you should honestly do so because that is best for the equity of life on this highly marble shaped planet type item floating in the cosmos. Winners are raw food veganists and you can determine where you stand in the world of karma differentiating yourself morally downward from a karmically perfectionist diet. The most karmically perfect of us is of the raw food vegan. Dietary morality is a very real thing and just because you do not personally care about your own moral upkeep does not in fact mean that you are making moral decisions. It is not okay to be amoral and atrophying morally. Working against the definition of civilized behavior is not karmically sound. Civilization needs to be consistently grooming itself and perfecting its social ceremonies and honestly the only way you can interpret consuming something that used to love life as much as you do out of convenience is honestly abhorring and I ate a steak burrito bowl from Chipotle’s the other day so morally I am as bankrupt as anyone but I still defend raw food veganists for it is good habit to defend those that have higher morals than yourself even though you may be of the most base creatures on the planet. If you know someone has more positive karma than you that are of a positive nature you just do yourself a favor by knowing they are better humans than you and defending them for what they are while you wage your own battle with your habits and predispositions in this strange world we call earth.

“Yo, are you okay?” said Lucius the Caring wanting to hear a “Yes.”

“Who the fuck is you?” said the man not replying as Lucius the Now Careful had expected.

“I’m Lucius” said Lucius the Supreme Authority on All Things Lucius.

“You’re the fuck they had in four point restraints, It’s fucking nice to meet you , you European, invading, war mongering, colonizing, mouse clicking, overweight, awkward piece of fecal matter.” said the man unknowingly ingratiating himself to Lucius the Insulted.

Lucius the Stricken burst with laughter.

“You are my new favorite person.” said Lucius the Strange Befriended.

“I’m going to shove a carrot up your asshole when I get a chance.” said the man who then walked away leaving Lucius thinking about the safety of his anus. Lucius thought for a second about what it would be like to have a carrot rammed succinctly into his anus and thought that it would be better if it just didn’t happen. He probably didn’t mean it but just being around a raw food vegan is comforting even if he is batshit crazy but cool.

Lucius the Athletic drops to the ground and starts doing a couple pushups. Why not? It’s a free country. And he gets in about 15 reps before he craps out. Fat fucks need to work hard to not be fat fucks so that fat fucks can drop and give 50 instead of 15.

Well Lucius the Fat Fuck walks into the cafeteria and he sees that the television is available for remote controlling. He looks up and turns on the TV. There is literally nothing to do in this hospital and so he cops a squat and figures he will just think about his situation before he talks to a nurse. He is truly surprised that no one has spoken to him but there are about a dozen people walking around and honestly Lucius the Participant of the Crowd does not really feel like caring he just came out of four point restraints and was called evil by a vegan Aferican and just too much is happening all at once so he turns on the television to just zone and apparently there are some BET fans in this hospital because the first thing that he sees is Terrence from 106 and Park on television and he is in the process of introducing Nicki Minaj as a guest on the show.

To be quite honest Lucius thinks to himself, her best track was Warning and the accompanying YouTube Video was the hottest Lucius had ever seen of the female gangster hip hop artistic vocal percussive variety. As a Minaj fan Lucius decides that at least one good thing is coming from all of this. He gets to see the new Nicki Minaj video.

So he sits back and Nicki comes out with tie dyed hair and a giant spoon wrapped around her body and she is holding a giant purple fork in her other hand. She is smiling that priceless smile like a post-modern Audrey Hepburn surrounded by the Breakfast at Tiffany Party 24/7 who lives a life filled with the adoration of a nation ready to watch her pop that pussy. Lucius is enjoying the show and Terrence is letting the world know how real all of this is and that is case you are wondering … it’s so so real. Well Nicki is talking about how she met little Wayne because she absolutely LOVES talking about how she met little Wayne. She thinks it’s a cute story to tell and it doesn’t matter how many times she tells it she just keeps embellishing on the facts as she gave up telling the truth years ago about the matter. Apparently this time Nicki met Little Wayne in a recording studio in Antarctica when he saw her across the room and he went up to her and asked her if she wanted to play his electric guitar. She apparently said only if he would help her make a music video where she got to bump her bum against his jeans and helped her dress like a futuristic oil painting everywhere she went. As the story goes he agreed and then she picked up his electric guitar that he kept with him everywhere he went, like it was his chain, and she started playing “Stairway to Heaven” because she was classically trained at Julliard in electric guitar riffage and when Wayne heard her spit that smooth Jamaican Queens or Queens Jamaican or rather just that Queen spit he looked her right in the eye and said … baby will you join Young Money… it was love at first sight according to Minaj and she is gushing on television and then she mentions how the first time she met Drake he was lifting weights in a Gold’s Gym and Nicki was doing pull ups and he just walks up to her and he asks her ‘who the fuck are you?’ and she was offended at first but then when he explained that no one ever helped him, she relented and helped him get his recording contract with Cash Money Records so that Young Money could eventually grow old together. Minaj started crying on television and her Opai eyeliner started to smear and then she recovered her coherence and looked right at the camera and said “CINCINNATI GOOD LUCK WITH THE COMPUTER!” and then Lucius was like…

“OOO OOO OOO OOO OOO OH HHH HHH HHH HHH HH SHH HHH HHH HH HI II II II II II II II II IT TT TT TT TT TT TT TT!” and screamed it so loud that a nurse came and checked on him.

“Yo nurse let me holla at you for a minute.” said Lucius preparing to let the world know why you should be careful about what you say to professionals.

“Excuse Me?” said the nurse using a phrase she most likely used often.

“Bitch, I said let me holla at you.” said Lucius smiling letting her know that he is dead serious.

“You will address me as Nurse Riggs from now on, nurse Denae Riggs to be exact.” said the nurse who is a charming creature but not very astute.

“Why did you tell me your first name.” said Lucius getting ready to enter into a battle of words with this person.

“Because I’m stupid okay. I got into a car accident and my brain splattered all over the road and they had to put me back together and then my girlfriend wasn’t allowed in the hospital because lesbians can’t hold hands after a car crash.” said nurse Denae Riggs crying.

“Alright, well, look here bitch, err nurse Denae Riggs. I need you to take your little fat car accident ass and go and get me a remote control so that I can watch the computer unveiling. “Said Lucius not having a clue why you would share that story in real life.

“OH THAT’S RIGHT THE COMPUTER! And I am only doing this because I want to see it too but you are not to call me a bitch. I am an empowered woman who suffered excruciating heart break because THEY WOULDNT LET ME HOLD HER HAND AFTER MY BRAIN SPLATTERED ON THE ROAD IN AN ACCIDENT and I deserve the respect that any full blooded woman who tells terrible stories with no bearing on Public Allies curriculum whatsoever but is weirdly tragic and not worth mentioning and I am a woman who you need to bow down to so … YOU BOW DOWN TO ME! I was in the first Public Allies class.” said nurse Denae Riggs.

“Miss Riggs I don’t care about any of that all I know is that uniform or no uniform you are exactly where you need to be. I might be here because I threw a computer out a window and smoked a lil blunt like an L at PK but the universe has saw fit to reunite you with your own kind and we just met so it’s not like I have a strangely biased opinion against you for telling me crazy shit like the Public Allies is a fascist organization but in another life I am certain you told me that and you ruined my experience and had me thinking of conspiracies and anyways what I am really trying to say is that I hope you read this message carefully … GO GET THE FUCKING REMOTE YOU FREAKY LESBIAN CREATURE!” said Lucius t r y i n g to strike a severe nerve.

The nurse just smiled and walked her fat waddly little ass down the hallway and tapped a doctor on the shoulder. He looked at her and very pointedly asked her ,

“Where did you get that nurses outfit?” and she said “Um, I work here.” and the doctor said “Oh yeah, unfortunately, what do you want?” asked the doctor not really caring about the very breath in her lungs.

“We have a patient that is being verbally abusive.” said the nurse Riggs.

“Did you tell him the story about the accident where your brains were splattered on the concrete in what can most certainly be considered evidence that you survived but in the form of an idiot who would give a public speech about how a woman was not allowed to hold your hand while you were recovering from dangerous driving habits?” said the doctor knowing how this was going to go down.

“Yes.” said the Riggs machine looking for a woman’s hand to hold.

“Alright, well, if he wants the remote control so that he can watch the computer unveiling you should probably get it for him since that is in your job description.” said the doctor wishing she was a patient as opposed to a nurse.

“I work. I earn a paycheck telling people about my problems and I do not deserve this treatment. I quit” said Denae and then she started to walk out of the room as the doctor under his breath let out a small applause whisper that only he could hear.

Lucius was then approached by the doctor who told him two things.

“Here is the remote. You are going to be here for a while just so you know and thanks for dealing with Denae Riggs.” said the doc actually fairly friendly like.

Lucius was flummoxed but what could he do? So he reached all the way back in time to Thomas Edison and came back and with all the panache he could muster he ceremoniously pushed the channel button and in this moment we are no longer watching Nicki Minaj talk about life standing in front of cameras spitting the hottest cutesy rap flows from Marilyn Monroe’s style like she herself could have been a rap vixen and instead turns to the one event the universe has been awaiting since existence unfolded trillions of years ago that put us on track to be building up to this moment in concert with the greatness of the Egyptians, Babylonians, Greeks, English, Italians, Australians and the Mayans and the Aztecs and every one of these civilizations was great but not as great as our civilization because we have ….

Chapter Three ::: We Must Honor Our Creation

… Lucius the Controversial and he was watching the television and Sheila Gray was standing on a stage holding a microphone speaking to the audience. Cincinnati voted Sheila the most prominent news anchor in the city and the most liked person by everyone in the city. She is the host of the festivities because in a reddit poll everyone in Cincinnati seemed to think she is the most famous person in the news business and as such she won easily and now hosted the festivities of the Unveiling.

Lucius the Patient was just sitting there observing Sheila Gray on the morning show that she was a true anchor for and then the aferican vegan from the telephone situation sat down next to him and looked up.

Lucius the Bemused looked over at him.

“I may be crazy but I can at least enjoy some history?” said the bi-polarish individual.

Lucius just nodded like right, right.

They both looked up at the television and no one else at the hospital really seemed to care or were capable of caring. Murmurs of it just being a computer resonated with the masses in the hospital and created a lack of impressment.

Well, Sheila in all of her Queen City majesty and per Steve Jobs Instructions gave a very simple presentation. After spending 50 years working on the computer he wrote a speech for his afterlife that was to mark this opening occasion of this |small wonder | that he created with his own imagination, ingenuity, pervasiveness and ultimately his very own most holy hands.

Sheila begins with solemnity. The audience is silent and holy.

The computer is standing there in all its futuristic glory with a monitor that is three hundred feet tall and one hundred and fifty feet wide. There are about a million people flooding the streets very calmly paying homage to Steve Jobs for providing the ultimate inspiration for the perfection that is the computer. His company Apple Computer Incorporated produced a very special operating system known as AppleSauce |tm| that was meant to power this hydrogen energized quanta net computation device that served the purpose of being the singular computer that would be passed down through the ages. Data centers would fail, personal computers would fall into disrepair but because of the logical input of the Long Now Foundation this computer was going to be downloading and cataloging the entire moment in GIT style fashion such that every permutation and every change that deviates from the original source file download will be changed. As the internet changes so too will the master files of the Quantum GIT repository and it was to be a stroke by stroke catalog of the causes and effects of the memes that fly through the computer and this computer was to serve the purposes of discretely identifying mimitic patterns and mimitic creations and their dissemination and emergence. It was to identify who the real power users of the web are and rank the most powerful internet users by discerning whose ideas are propagated the most diversely and implicitly. This computer was also to serve the purpose giving people a glorious computing experience to do everything but play games on. It was decided that computer games would not be a part of this experiment as there is no need to detail the intricacies of a massive waste of time. The computer was outfitted with; now check this out, the | ADOBE | MASTER’S SUITE XQ975678. This was a piece of software specifically built for immortality. This software was only available on this computer and it was hard wired into the motherboard and encoded on a chip so that this software could not be updated or changed or manipulated and the expressed purpose of this was so that 10,000 years from now the same software would be being used as it was now. This computer was the first trans generational piece of hardware whose purpose was to create a metric by which every generation could be gauged in their skill at using the computer. This was a competition of sorts, a new sport. Ultimately the purpose was to state that anything analog was just practice and it’s the digital age where everything counts. Yes you can have skill in the analog age but you cannot achieve pristine immortality which is the whole purpose of creating authorship and this computer serves that purpose to measure immortal works and the admin’s are professional enough to leave well enough alone.

The computer allows for the uploading of video, photo, audio, text files and a few other choice markup files and that is the fuck all this computer runs on coupled with styling htat is provided by the browser of the video, photo, audio, text files. There is not to be any communism done on the files of this computer in that it is a finished piece of equipment. It took 50 years to build this one giant computer and it’s more intricate than 15 sky scrapers in scope and everything about it is considered perfect. It was decided that the greatest minds would combine to create the greatest piece of information architecture for the purposes of creating a lasting memory of the greatest generation that ever lived and you can tell this is the greatest generation because all of us are alive in it. If it wasn’t for us this generation would not be as peaceful and enthralled by the authoring as it is but we all are here so it’s awesome. This that Apple built in Cincinnati, OH has an Apple track pad and a keyboard made of granite that has been stress tested to last longer than the stress tests and it is estimated that the keyboard alone will last for several hundred thousand years. There was NASA engineering put into this computer in that instead of aiming for the moon of space they aimed for the moon of time and essentially this computer is a time capsule and a graveyard at the same time.

You have to face your mortality when you are on the computer and since this is the inception of the computer and the inaugural ceremony there is little evidence of sleep surrounding us. Sleep is typically forgotten for the most part most of the time but the hope is that as generations build information on the computer and as generations wane and disappear the data from their existence will build up from generation to generation and every generation that exists after every generation that exists will have peta bytes of information stored on this computer to learn from and build on and the whole point of creating a FUCKING STANDARD UNCHANGEABLE INTERFACE is so that skill can be gauged in very real terms and comparative knowledge can be gained. This computer that has been placed in Cincinnati is meant to be a form that every generation makes their mark on. The future might want to know who we are and what we are doing so a generation created the most immense and vast memory bank that has or ever will be created and this was placed in the Fountain Square of Cincinnati. The monitor is coated with diamond sheets that were forged in Iowa, There is a chromium silo housing the hardware that has been calibrated through fifty years of existence and collaborative work in the greatest effort that patience has ever achieved an unfathomably satellitically precise and automatically maintained inner hardware structure and the entire computer is hermetically sealed in such a way that should civilization cease to exist and the power of earth shut off and dinosaurs start walking upon the earth again in millions of years this computer has the solar power capacity to function for the raptors that might want to test it out.”

Then Sheila added, “This computer is also to serve the purpose of bridging all of the gaps of conflict on earth and refocuses our energies on a new task…astronomy. This computer exists per Steve Jobs honorific request to make data and to study data and to engage in data creation and he wanted this computer to be more than a toy he worked his entire life to oversee the creation of a machine that would serve the purposes reclaiming information science and authorship and this computer on Fountain Square is also to serve as a reminder that we are here for a short period of time, if you want to be remembered for having passed the test of time’s purposes you should consider getting to work because this computer serves the purpose of reminding us that this computer will outlive us. There may come a day when data input stops and where all that is left of is memory and keyboards.” Then Sheila stopped for moment and just looked around and gave herself a moment. She turned on her iPhone and started her own personal YouTube for her own personal digitalation that moment was for her.

Then Sheila went back to Jobs message “We are immortal creatures and I should know because I knew my time was coming so I created the largest computer screen the world has ever known, it may not all be in one piece but together all of these computers serve a purpose that transcends spread sheets and complex circulation of strange energy patterns. These computers symbolize who we are as people and give us a reason to live in that we know that we will be remembered and in being remembered maybe we can be appreciated and in being appreciated maybe we can be inspired and in being inspired maybe we can elevate our mindsets to the level of that I strive for and we no longer have to compete with Apple, we can strive to be like Apple in all that we do. Say what you will about numbers and prices but when it comes to object for object that Apple computer that I oversaw the creation of is over and above the power that even NASA was working with. We should all hope to take our lives and our careers and our ispirations as seriously as myself because I no longer exist, so you can say what you want about me but what you can’t deny is that that computer exists. That giant three hundred foot tall computer is a lasting mark of the wisdom that was built and we engaged in logical conversations for our entire lives and from our logic we broke ground that no civilization ever broke before and from that effort you will find that we created memory. We created time capsules and all of your computers will last for certain periods of time but this computer will last for all time. You speak of Da Vinci and Michelangelo … they drew pictures and theorized about what could be … I actually made it possible for this project to take place … please now that you are all assembled for my final masterpiece a master peace where we all get to work creating the art that will fulfill and enrich our lives in the city that brought us baseball and the republican party we stand resolute that if we will die, our memories will not. APPLE.”

Lucius was crying and the man sitting next to him was crying as well. Nothing pussy like but just those tears that let someone knows that someone was touched.

Lucius looks over at the man next to him.

“You seem real, what’s your name?” said Lucius the Weepy.

“Khassa.” said Khassa the Weepy.

“Yo what brings you in here?” said Lucius the Man Who Weeps

“I’ve fucking had enough man and I was in Trio’s on a business meeting and I didn’t want to go and I ordered my veggies, banana smoothie that I PAID to have them specially make for me and they thought I wanted a steak and potato and I lost my shit. I stood up screamed FUCK THE CARNIVORE EMPIRE and I started picking up the disgusting flesh from peoples plates and decided to start saving lives the way we should all be doing. The restaurant called the police and the only reason why I’m not in prison which is where I would rather be, is because the hospital said I was sick and that I wasn’t a criminal buuuut these people are the real sick ones they don’t know that they are eating dead carcass tissue. They should be honoring my spirit and putting me on television and the radio and fucking listening to me man. People talk about their health and how they want to be healthy but too many people are too concerned with whatever, I don’t fucking know, but I’m speaking the truth and they don’t want to hear it.” said Khassa the Raw Food Vegan.

“You sound like you snapped.” said Lucius the Impressed.

“Yeah I snapped, this world is fucked up and needs to not be fucked up..” said Khassa the Despondent Healer.

Lucius was sitting there contemplating everything that was happening wiping the last tear from his eye. A bell rung and Khassa leaned over and told him that that meant it was time to get medications. Khassa just sat there. Lucius just sat there. They both kept watching the television.

Sheila Gray came out on stage and began another discussion.

“This is our pyramid. This is our monument to our civilization. Every prayer that has ever been prayed has been for this machine. We are marking a singulartarian point in our existence with this supernatural object. There are engineers and atheists alike who will tell you this is just an object the same as any other object but I remarkably counteract that and point out that this object has a memory. Pure and simple no other object before this has had the ability to transcend time and space the way this object has. We have with us our tombstone. I will come out and say it, we are going to die the same as every other collection of generations before us but we have something that every generation before us has never had to the extent that we have it … WE WILL BE REMEMBERED … we are the start of new traditions and we are the start of new social conventions … we are the start of new religions and religious practices as the religions we study today are not like the religions prior … we are more advanced. We have our values that are higher than the values of previous generations as today we will not put patriotism above human rights and we will never see another world war because we will be open to the dialogue as a generation that prevents it and we will show the forthcoming generation how to to avoid war as well with this instructions to do the same and too much effort and too much work has gone into the creation of what we see before us today. Now we will work to preserve, memories and people. We may be facing a recession but in that recession comes this object this beautiful pristine object and from that object comes a need to rupture to change to uplift to another form of consciousness. It will happen quickly for others and slowly for others still. We have with us an object that will remember us forever. For the rest of what time is we will be remembered and future generations will thank us with their lives for providing enough of a distraction in life to keep us from imbibing on that lust for power that transforms societies into warring nations. We will no longer fight the weak; we will no longer fight the strong. We will no longer fight. We will explore the insides of our minds and we will find out whom here lives among us. Some of you are performance authors who were never in a social situation that provided you with the confidence to entertain us. We deserve the ceremony where the individual expresses their true form before a world audience. We deserve the best that you have to offer your fellow man and we deserve to cry and we deserve to laugh and we deserve to be angry and we deserve to be embarrassed and we deserve our emotions. We are seeking to explore our emotions in ways that prior to the immaculate global infrastructure of media was not possible. Look at Nicki Minaj. She was never meant to be a celebrity. She was a locked up box of emotion that decided that she wanted to be a star and she shared her emotions with the people around her and as she received support from her peers she began to blossom. It is because of the support that Nicki Minaj received that she was able to blossom. She is being herself and that is who she is. We all need to find our inner Nicki Minaj because honestly she is a darling among darlings and in that we can find our Nicki Minaj and become as beautiful as she is. Who among you can elevate to the levels of Minajisty that Nicki has. I implore you to develop the tradition, I do more than implore you, I order you to incorporate the computer into your lives such that you make YouTube videos of yourselves. We have to fill this computer up with information that is of a higher quality than what we have prior to this moment. The future is watching and you can tell because we see their hieroglyphics today and they were built some 7000 years ago … this computer is going to be around for at least 7000 years and we are going to be remembered in our fullness long after we all depart. This is our immortality and in this computer we can develop virtual simulations of our consciousness and we can get as close as humanly possible to having all of our information remembered for the rest of time to the extent that the future would be able to with the information we are providing it with, we can find the places where it could reconnect with the past and we could commune with our grandchildren and greatest grandchildren and we could have an interplanetary family reunion where we through the power of love transmit medical information from the past to the future so that the future knows exactly where we received our information because we have medical technology that has never existed before in the history of mankind. The very real defeat of sleep is at hand and if the fight wages for another couple of centuries and we take more casualties to the unnatural entity known as sleep at some point we conquer sleep …. and then what? What happens to the economy when all souls live forever and in that world we need authorship. This is the time for artists to shine, become in touch with your inner Da Vinci and Michelangelo and remember that they were searching for what we have right now. We will never find our Jesuses and our Muhammad’s in time we will only ever read about these persons that engaged in the creation of art and were remembered for their art. Moses created art when he built the Ten Commandments and was remembered forever for creating a baseline of law that we still follow to this day. Authorship is more than just pictures on paper and musical performances it is the end result of a lifetime searching for answers and finally deciding to as a man step into that place where anything can happen and its making that anything happen.”

Sheila wipes a tear from her eye, not from the emotion of sadness but from the emotion of … depth … and she intones. “Let me tell you about the history of this computer. It started with Steve Jobs at the beginning of Apple Computer. This computer is the reason that Bill Gates went his way and developed Microsoft instead of sticking by the side of a genius Gates would rather compete. Time has shown that | ? | was the greater genius and possessed the greater vision. We only ever needed one computer and Bill Gates started a divisive movement in the computation industry that created division and non compliant computers but Steve Jobs was an author. He was not just trying to create another computer he saw the computer as a medium to facilitate the creation of authorship. Steve Jobs is our generation’s author. He is the author who made certain that all other authors would be remembered and able to elevate their form. He is the author that deserves a level of immortality; well, commensurate with this computer that we have built in his honor. Every artist that exists today owes their career and their livelihood to this computer and through the greatest fund raising that the world has ever seen we raised the funds to build this computer that serves as a world wonder worthy of the remembrance of a man that determined his fate and the fate of humanity by proving that creation was the most powerful force on the planet. Prior to Steve Jobs there was art and there were movements but there was never anything practical that served the purposes of achieving immortality. The timing wasn’t right and the civilization wasn’t ready but Steve Jobs was the man that saved earth in that he inspired all of the greatest minds to focus on immortality and that brings us to this computer. The Appliconica.”

She went on in this appropriate visage to a man that will be remembered in every file that we save. “We will be remembered in ways that Steve Jobs discussed. He used to go on these religious pilgrimages to a Buddhist temple and do yoga. He was a centered man in his own consciousness and through his prayers he divined the higher levels of consciousness necessary for higher consciousness levels of work. He was angry so often because he used his supreme anger to pull out of all of us the highest levels of perfection. Bill Gates was happy with … it works and can be sold … Steve jobs was ONLY happy with … is it perfect yet? [ On a side note, this book was written on a Windows machine towards the end of it’s creation and quite frankly the Window’s machines used in the creation of this product crashed less than their Apple Counterparts and FELT cleaner ] … a new breakthrough … incorporate that … he kept collecting all of the best technological improvements and he was steadfast about his implementation of the technology because he had a long now vision of the future … without him we would just have computers and every generation would fight over standards and would fight to be the greatest tech company and there would be divisions … but Steve Jobs corralled everyone together and said … no … the best of you will fight to work with the best of you and we collectively fight to create the best and if you don’t live up to your highest levels of expectation for yourself I will kill your ego and make you start over just so that I can eviscerate the worst of you out of you so that the best of you can be the best that you could possibly be.”

“Steve Jobs was the artist that absolutely hated going to market with less than his absolute best. He would have been fired from Microsoft for trying too hard to serve his consumer … he was not a market friendly person but he realized that the computer was an object that was more important than a widget. He saw the computer as something that the widgets were to serve the purpose for. He saw a conduit to forever and in that conduit he knew and he fought and he screamed and he realized as a result of all of it that his level of perfection was supreme to his peers by an infinite potential. His computers did more than just work they set a standard for an immortal brand that would seek to outlast all of his peers in power and design.”

“He was the designer. He was the man that the typeface of God deemed responsible for enabling humans to redeem themselves in their own eyes. We have the power to see ourselves in a time lapsed mirror called video and listen to ourselves talk and to listen to ourselves sing and to watch ourselves act. We have ourselves to spend time with and the greatest moments can be sold and for those working for great moments they can earn a living just living.”

“The iTunes store allows us a global marketplace to entertain the world because it was getting scary there in a world that DEPENDS on the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA to be the absolute pinnacle of achievement and when Steve Jobs came out with the computer that was his vision they realized that the United States would never be better than Steve Jobs and his Wizard of Oz like offering of an operating system and started to ignore us and our principles and as such the world started to decay because earth has evolved to depend on the United States as being the bedrock of civilization. From the derelict pilgrims that were kicked out of their home countries for being too strange religiously and too fanatical comes this derelected highly civilized beyond cultured realm of the English language that creates new logic for the worlds purposes as a rule. The United States amended the Ten Commandments to Eleven. and the Eleventh commandment was per Steve Jobs request THOU SHALT UPLOAD and with that one line the entire holy system of religion was updated in as few words as possible.”

“He was a religious scholar and a logician and he made plans early through working with the Long Now Foundation to create the item known as the Time Machine. It was Steve Jobs who worked to develop this item that we have before us which is our space ship into time. He knew that a time machine would not have engines it would have memory and you can see the kernel of his genius in his very own updating system. That is essentially how the time machine would work and he spent his entire life working on the prototype that led us up to this time machine we see before us. We have explicitly not tested it in 100% fashion because test or no test Steve Jobs wanted Earth to be in lock step when he turned on his ultimate time machine. This machine would download all cataloged movement and all cataloged information and in the same way his time machine worked on the Apple, blessed be this machine, where you had a comprehensive template of all of the systems that were capable you would then simply update the content changes or the preferences and you would also catalog how the changes occurred and by who and at what time.”

“Steve used to talk about how there was going to be a limit to the technological progression of these systems of computation and that a time machine would work best and would kick in when every system that could be created would be created. He knew that at the exact point where human imagination was at its peak … time travel would start there. It happened to him and he didn’t know how it would happen and that was because the information that he was building was essentially exquisite rudimentarianism. If he had stopped with the first Apple computer and just sold that forever he would have built what was necessary for the creation of this object but he spent forever refining it and making improvements and now, well we can allow for the whole world to be immortal because of this work.

“This computer serves the purposes of giving every generation a file indexed in a pristinely built database and every second of every generation has a file earmarked for every person in that generation. This computer works heavily with the United States government and the office of medical records and what it does is it starts a file off in your federal name at your point of physical inception into reality. This computer waits for you to start uploading to it yourself in your name and with this speech I can unveil a broader secret to you. The whole point of this system is to communicate to the grand children of our grand children. We have reached a level of civilizational development as a planet that calls upon us to understand that we are a peaceful enough species to flourish and that we will survive. We will survive until we no longer have a planet that supports us and then in that planetary scenario we will be prepared to leave this planet and find our survival in space.”

“This computer is the ascent of our civilization into adulthood. We can observe every type of human interaction that exists and we can see everything that is possible for us to do as humans and we can see what it takes to make a breakthrough and we can see what happiness truly looks like and human sadness as well. We can collectively paint a picture on this computer and give it the purpose of allowing all of us to listen to all of us. I think Tosh.0 is the worst show in the history of television and him the best comedian in the history of comedians because he is brilliant with a desperate need to achieve his ultimate potential. He is outrageous _ yes but, needlessly mean. He thinks it’s funny to prey on the weak and has no decorum. Yes he has talent and yes he can make you laugh but not at yourself because of yourself. Steve Jobs always said he contemplated heavily censoring tosh.0’s television shows from his network but didn’t because it would create a terrible precedence. Daniel Tosh is probably the anti-bob saget. Bob saget had his asshole persona but he put it aside when it was time to be a professional and when he was on camera he put his best personality forward on Full House. This person that is an enigma among personalities and then Daniel Tosh has the nerve to lambast the person that created the template for his show that is just a hack version of home videos? He single handedly made me admonish the world of standup comedy when I realized that what Daniel Tosh does is all that it has become on Tosh.0. The powerful prey on the weak verbally and because someone laughs apparently it’s okay. Tosh.0 could be doing the opposite. He could be championing the internet and pointing out all of the successful moments that it has on it and instead he is just creating the nexus point for every fucked up moment on television and basically ruins the entire comedic experience and pulls all of the fun and excitement out of what comedy Central Stood for in the early 90’s. You know, there was a time when Comedy Central was just stand-up comedy? There was a time when Comedy Central was our YouTube and the greatest people that were ever to perform comedy were started on that station. It was the greatest channel, more so than even MTV could hope for, but it has slid into a derelict state of corporate malaise that just wants to sell commercials and get away from the fucking plot where Comedy Central is supposed to make you laugh and Steve Jobs commented on all of this in his asides where he stopped working and was just himself.”

“We have a computer here folks. Look at it. Look at this computer. It’s worthless. I said all of that and now I am telling you the value of time travel is based on content. Time Travel and the computer are inherently worthless. There is no value in time travel. There is no value in the computer. The value is in us and what we do with this computer. What do you think you would travel to see in your visits to other dimensions? I shall tell you. You would go to see people and visit. What do you think you would be looking for in this computer one hundred years from now? You would be looking for art. That is all that gets remembered in time. Look at your museums and your universities. They pass on the creations of artists and any and all complaints you have with life stem from an internal defect that you have with yourself that art can fix. Steve Jobs was a broken man before he found his art. Art allows you to go past the boundaries of what your human form was meant for and art allows for you to create what can only benefit us all as a society. All art benefits someone if even only the person creating it but real art solves a problem and this computer solves the problem of giving us a machine that can create the foundation for quanti generational exploration.”

“This computer solves the problem of sleep. Steve Jobs’ art was the conquering of all that is sleep and he gave us the ultimate tombstone that will be passed down through centuries and ideally every generation will pimp this computer out to the fullest extent that such a thing is possible. That is what we want. We want a computer that gives humanity something to pimp out as a planetary body. We want to stunt so hard on this computer and put in the kinds of energies that give us supreme confidence every year after every year to every and all beings on this planet. We want the most piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimp literature the most piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimp photography and we want to be ninety year old men in fedoras holding magic sticks walking around preachin to the children so that they can grow up and preach game to the children because this is real son this is real life and Steve Jobs favorite music was Jay-Z. Steve jobs loved Jay-Z. So much that he secretly called himself Eye-Y so that he could feel like he was in the rap game. Steve Jobs would tell people that the next generation of computers would have spinners on the sides with a neon light that goes off every time you click a mouse. He just wanted so badly to piiiimp out the computer but it just wasn’t cost effective. Steve Jobs was the consummate thug too. That’s how he got the deals that he got because he would just flat out tell people that they are going to die one day if they didn’t follow standard protocols for their hardware he would personally bomb their companies manufacturing bases. He scared the shit out of people and he threatened to accidentally get his core of /b/ hackers to take down sites and he was actually the funding arm behind Anonymous. Steve Jobs could rap. Steve Jobs could cook vegan food. Steve Jobs could make web pages too. He was handsome and looked good in magazines.”

“I am telling you all of this because you need to understand the man that made this monumental computer possible that earth depends on. When you are building a spaceship through time you absolutely must completely depend on for your life upon structural integrity that must be infinitely precise and sound. You do not want to go eight hundred years and have a component break which is why these components are made from diamonds. In the creation of this time machine we have leveraged all of the greatest technologies from around the world and on top of that we have worked with Maybach and Ferrari automotive so that we could establish a level of systems organization that would provide with absolute precision in the parts. These parts have been designed with heat sinks that dissipate any and all heat and with a condenser that allows for the computer to never vibrate. The data house that this contains is clocked at being accurate to the download capacity of 100 petabytes a year. If we download 100 petabytes a year which amounts to every man woman and child creating a triple audio album, a fifteen hour documentary, and a multi-thousand page document and even then we are still good on memory for the next 10,000 years. We have a hermetically sealed computer here that is beyond specifications. There are going to be encyclopedias written about how to go about building this computer because the economy depends on these being built and we are in the process of building one for every continent with ever increasing power. We have enough personal computers for personal computation and we don’t see why they should advance further. We have diminished the PC market to a commoditized standard unit. We as a society are humbled enough by the passing of Steve Jobs and are not so arrogant to think that we can build a better computer or that we need to build a better computer. That Apple computer will reside itself to halting PC refinement and will become solely a software entity and a hardware manufacturer and will no longer work in the PC arena. Our leader wondered what we would do and in honor of Steve Jobs Apple will no longer produce more it will produce better.”

“Your city was gracious enough to allow us to essentially take empower it. We came at you with a proposal for a monumental computer that would stretch the capacity for our engineers to work within. You traded your past for your future when you dismantled your Fountain Square and you gave us complete access to your infrastructure that allowed us to develop this monument to time and memory. This is Time Code Alpha Moment Zero and on this computer is every Apple worthy piece of computation such as the entire Adobe Suite of products that streams to your iPhones through our system which allows you to take photographs, make movies, and record audio on your phone and then when you want to you can schedule time on one of our many kiosks that have been enclosed in this giant iPad that we can see above us. We have the Apple Matrix here for you to interact with that allows for you to see the iTunes visualizer in the sky coupled with the latest selection of music that is being played from your city’s iTunes account. Steve wanted to give you the tools for the future and the computer as you knew it was only the smallest portion of his dream. He wanted you to know that you were alive and that being alive was magical and special and worth honoring with the greatest art that mankind could fathom.”

“Steve was inspiration and now we bring that inspiration to you in the form of a product that your city can market in terms of tourism as this will be more monumental than the Sistine Chapel and more intricate than the Grand Canyon because you can already see that Michelangelo’s work is beginning to crumble because of time but this computer has a digitized version of the Sistine Chapel so that his work will live on into infinitude. Every single building on earth is captured in exquisite detail in the most elaborate form of Google Mapping which exists solely on this computer. If you want to travel the world you can do it on an airplane or you can virtually find someone to flirt with abroad and you can Skype with them in HD. You can represent your city every time you use this computer and in representing your city you can create a scenario where your metropolish becomes capital city earth one to you.”

“We figured your city handled the success of baseball, your state handled the success of football, so it made sense that your city could handle the success of performance computing and not disrupt its corporate culture. We are proud to share with you this monumental abstraction of our reality and with that I would like to introduce you to the following speaker who knew Steve Jobs very closely. I would like to introduce you to the new CEO of Apple, a man that came into the Apple family an employee and that became our de facto leader in this absence. I could say much about him but I will let him say it himself.” said Sheila Gray.

Then a warm looking man slowly walked out onto stage.

“Hello. I am the man that will be pushing the power button and implementing the Apple simple mechanism that will leave this computer receiving input until a point in our human history that disengages us from reality permanently. My name is Jeff Bezos. I met Steve Jobs shortly after I was pitched the idea of being the only retailer of Apple Computers. Steve had an aura of ultra magnetism to the extent that your world would change in a few short words from conversation with him.”

“He spoke of his vision for a time machine and I didn’t have faith for a long time after he pitched the idea to me. He was the one who literally compelled me to understand what that computer was that he was developing. I thought he was simply developing a platform for writing and for music and office work but he painted a vision that was much richer and much more in depth and he brought me into the cult of Apple for what it’s worth. He shared with me his vision for and I shared with him my vision for and between the two of us we saw a symbiotic relationship in our work.”

“We needed to aspire to his level of perfection and he convinced me that yes I would sell more computers NOW if I sold all different brands but I would sell much more computers later if I only sold Apple Computers and he explained it to me. He told me about the raising of funds that Apple was conducting for this monumental computer and he told me that he was going to need an infrastructure like mine to handle the ordering load and that Apple could do it but he saw Apple levels of proficiency in my business model. He wanted me to partner with him because he told me upon his sleep Apple was only going to be finishing his visions for his computers and they were going to be developing partnerships with numerous high level brands to conduct a global raising of funds for the most precise computer ever devised.

“I laughed because he told me that he essentially wanted to turn into a kickster website. He looked at me squarely in the eyes and said that that is exactly what he wants me to do.”

“I was in and I want to give you a vision for what I foresee for Apple computers presently. We are now searching for ideas. This computer essentially gives us a planetary revenue stream in that we are contracted to build six more of them and entire nations are coupling together resources to make this happen in other countries but it begins here.”

“I firmly believe that in terms of hardware Apple could make the computers more powerful but I also believe in standards which are the absolute most pristine important element of a computation ecosystem. I sympathize with the generations that never had a standard to learn. We are working at Apple to leverage our market dominance to go so far as to share secrets with Microsoft and the open source world in order to bring all computers up to the same level of competence that we promote. Instead of surging ahead and continually developing the most proficient software we are working to bring all computers up to the level of Apple. We are working to bring all businesses up to the level of Apple. Steve Jobs has extensive documents that detail his level of process and we are working to instill this level of perfection in all products that you work with. You will find that that hardware market is going to do the opposite of diversifying. You will find that the iPhone and the iPad and the iPod and the iMac and the iTunes will all be unequivocally shared with other hardware manufacturers so that they can be installed as standard on a massive scale via open source business models. We need the physical help of our traditional competitors to get iPhones and iPad in the hands of everyone because we need a standard as we are now working on developing the sociological model to the point that we can increase the use of the machines for creative potential. You may find that you will only be able to find iPhones at your local store. We want a non diversified world because again the computer is not a hammer. This is a social infrastructure tool and the more people that when are on the same standard create the better off we will all be … because the only products that interact with the iMachine here are apple products. In the altruistic vision that is Steve Jobs we are gifting the rest of our iProducts on a need based process where if you pitch an idea to us that will be streamed to the machine will allow you to use any and all of our products that will help you complete your purpose.”

“Microsoft in all their luxurious glory has pulled Apple into its ranks as a division but in a leadership position in that we are teaching Apple and they are paying for the schooling and all you will find in the future are Apple products and all for the purpose of streaming this information into the Apple Time Machine.”

“That being said I am going to go ahead and enter the encryption key that begin the process of uploading.”

Jeff Bezos walks over to the monitor and pushes a small button and collectively the entire audience is in awe and the bwoooooooooooooong sounds and fills the air with the most amazing sound since God spoke several thousand years ago. Well Bezos backs away from the computer and the entire monitor is filled with energy and he bows his own head and says a small prayer. The audience is in complete silence and the whole world just starts to be in awe of a vision that all want to be a part of. If this is the new world order that everyone has been talking about then it’s about time this happened.

A woman pulled out her iPhone and began to speak into it very quietly.

“I loved Steve Jobs even though I never had the chance to meet him. I know that he didn’t have the time to talk to me but he was doing something important. A lot of people say a lot of things about european people but I never saw any African do anything like what Steve jobs did. Maybe it’s hard to be European because that potential exists within them. We build things like families and pristine DNA and European people breed power. There is more power in the average European man than the entirety of earth’s nuclear arsenal as a whole. I see European people and I am amazed at just their level of control over their environment and I often wonder if us Africans were not genetically predisposed to living in the desert that we might be capable of the same things. I know people are people but maybe it’s the traditional African environment that breeds their lack of respect in the world when really Steve Jobs gives us something to strive for. We will look for our Steve Jobs and it might not be a computer we build it might be a lifestyle that is just as important. We didn’t build the computer and as there is a new need for civilization to change Africa has to take to the forefront and help show the rest of the world just what these computers are capable of in life not in the theoretical laboratories that we are all putting this in.”

“I firmly believe that hip hop and rap are the African equivalents of the computer software because while Steve believed that you needed to elevate the computer to be remembered as a people we have always known that it will be the users of the computer that have a better chance of being remembered. It’s like the guy that invented paper, was it the guy that invented the paper that was remembered or was it the guy that wrote the Bible on it? This computer only serves the purpose of cataloging content and honestly Afericans tell the best stories at their best and more importantly make the best music at their best. Many would disagree but they don’t understand the purpose of the Aferican men and women on earth. We are like Cincinnati all day because we are working to implement your technology in everyday nonmonetary life. We are solely interested in quality of life and are not looking to build new tools but this new tool that you built apparently creates immortality and for that we are eternally grateful. You made the Aferican nation believe in the European man again and for a long time we thought your entire genetic line was corrupted at the highest levels but when one of you gets an idea … well I guess the whole world listens.” said the woman who then stood up in her chair with all of the other people around her as they stood and watched the most beautiful vision they have ever seen.

The football sized screen and the ceiling and the walls all encompassed and went dark and then the hyper visualizer began much to the enjoyment of the awaiting audience. This visualizer happened to be streaming abstract imagery of the events of time and had the most elegant fade ever created and then the language visualizer started to fade over the images and Steve’s personal photographs took to the screen and then a billion apples filled the screen each one fading out a different color and then from the random input search came the beginnings of a story of a tall brown haired man that was crouched over on his knees in New York City as he stood back and watched two planes flying side by side flying into the buildings. He knelt down and it was apparent that he was madly insane with anger and then he faded out of the scene and the scene faded and you could see a man climbing the trellis to a woman’s house where she closed the window on him coldly and he sadly climbed back down the trellis and then there was an image of a man walking around a university campus naked and the entire audience started to wonder.

Bezos said “That’s not in the program.” to Mr. Gates.

Gates said “Just be quiet we are not interrupting the greatest moment in human history because of a couple erroneous jpeg files.” said Bill the Illustrious.

The images kept continuing and a story was being shared of the life of a man that lived a strange sad life. There were images of a mother yelling at her adult son, there were images of failures on report cards, there was an image of a man walking in a college graduation with a severe weight problem.

“Who is that? Who did this?”

There was an image of a man performing poetry. There was this entire life playing itself out before the eyes of the entire world and then there was an image of this same man going to sleep and ‘oh my goodness!’ you could see his dreams. You could see the dreams of this man frolicking in prisons and working at a factory and working in other capacities just leading this powerful strange life of wonder and pain.

“I wonder if that man is still alive.” said another. Gates spoke up… “Transition out of this.”

Bezos the Merchant worked to transition the slide to another aspect of the program and while he was talking to the crowd Bill got up and went on his cell phone.

“Look, what the hell happened, who was that and how did someone crack Jobs code?” said Bill the Infuriated and Confused.

“We are looking into it already but I have to tell you most people were moved by the presentation. there was a purpose to that it wasn’t just an accident or a random file error. That was a story and that random file generator was just supposed to show well random images of Steve … we are using the Google Analytics Protocol to get the information now and apparently the most unique IP address we have ever seen was accessed. It was a protocol 6 address which isn’t live anywhere … yet. The computer is compatible with the format but somehow someone somewhere it using this protocol to gain access to the computer, we might not have full encryption across it because we don’t even think anyone has received the package yet, and another thing, the IP protocol somehow accepted an IP address from the year timestamp 3217. We do not know how that is even possible unless someone has their clock protocol changed at a hard wired level. “said a Tech Investigator.

“You are telling me that a protocol 6 has been used with a hardwired clock change and that accessed the computer. We have diagrammed this code for fifteen years and in the last three have had NASA levels efficiency with 0 bugs and we have paid the most proficient hackers and non-hackers alike to try and imagine with unlimited resources how they could manipulate this computer to this extent and you are telling me that a protocol-6 was used. We let our hackers use protocol-6 and they didn’t access it. I want you on this now and you find that computer that bridged this gap and you get the NSA involved in you have to but with the value of this computer we can petition to have this raised to a national security threat because we are housing government secrets in this building as well as this is earth’s hard drive and monitor.” said Gates.

“I completely agree but do you know who it was?” said the engineer.

“No I have no idea. Just find them out, they are in a lot of trouble.” said Gates the Furious Fuhrer.

Lucius the Absolved was in a consultation with a doctor. He was being interviewed by a man that looked like his father, he had brown hair that had been combed into the same formation it was in for years, he was slightly angry for even having to have this conversation and he was very professional and he very calmly asked Lucius.

“Do you know why you are here?” said doctor Awful.

“I am here because I lost my shit when I got fired and threw a computer out of the window and your emergency team came and got me and begged for me to come here on the premise that I am mentally ill instead of criminally minded.” said Lucius the Bemused.

“And how do you feel about that?” said the Awful Doctor.

“I feel like I should be in prison, do my time and leave, and thankfully you kept an event off my record, how long am I staying?” said the Antsy Unknowing Unprepared Lucius.

“That’s up to you.” said Doctor Dirty.

“Alright then, how about tomorrow?” said Lucius the Truly Stupid.

“That’s not what I mean. We believe you have untreated bipolar disorder and we need to keep you here until you stabilize so that when you do stabilize we will be able to let you leave.” said the Paid Doctor.

“Well I am stable now.” said Lucius the Still Not Getting It.

“No you are not, you just were admitted yesterday you are not stable.” said the Used to This Doctor.

“I feel stable.” said Lucius the Infirmed.

“What constitutes stable?” said Lucius the Wanting. “Stability.” said the Pill Preparing to Push Doctor.

“I was just watching television and do you see what is going on out there, at least let me leave to be a part of the festivities.” said Lucius the Trapped.

“I cannot do that, it would be unprofessional.” said the Professional Doctor.

“I know but it would be a human thing to do.” said Lucius the Still Not Getting It.

“Well, that is a matter of perspective. I am going to put you on lithium and zyprexia to see if it calms you down and decreases your grandiose thoughts.” said Doctor Pill.

“When did grandiose thoughts become something bad to have, you realize I am a designer and all I do is think grandiose thoughts.” said Lucius the Unfortunately Honest.

“I realize that but to think that the computer being displayed downtown is a wonder of the world is a bit much and you seem manic.” said Doctor Anti — Artist.

“I typically have a lot of energy and unless I am mistaken that is Steve Jobs memorial that we are witnessing and he is nearly the greatest businessman and inventor since Da Vinci and Ford.” said Lucius the Historian.

“That is what I am talking about. You get excited too easily.” said the Slow Doctor.

“Is this even real? Is this how you really treat patients? I’m not ill I got fired and was intimately hurt by what happened to me and I lashed out to hurt them back it may not have been normal but it made sense, what normally happens when people are fired from their dream job?” said Lucius the Pleading.

“They leave and avoid malicious destruction and smoking a reefer cigarette while lying on the glass in the aftermath. Look you could have been in prison you should be happy that you are here instead.” said the Doctor in Charge.

“Why would I be happy about being in a happy palace, I don’t even know how you got involved. It should have just been the police there.” said Lucius the Indignant.

“Your boss Donald Warner called the hospital out of sympathy for you. You were respected enough as a human being to have been placed here.” said the Doctor of Care.

“Is there anything else we should be talking about?” said Lucius the Passive.

“No we are done.” said the Doctor Who.

Lucius the Insane got up feeling fresh. He walked out of his room that they had him staying in and he looked around. Khassa the Veganist was standing on his head doing inverted pushups and Lucius the Amazed just stood and watched him. In the middle of the psychiatric hospital was a thin brown man dressed in khakis pushing himself up off of his head some five or six times. There was a small contingent of nurses around him cheering him on and Lucius the Impressed was just staring. The man can find women anywhere he does this apparently because Lucius the Lonely saw one of the nurses give him her phone number to Khassa the Attractive and He just mentioned something about the most high and walked into the television lobbyish cafeteria.

Lucius went down the opposite way of the television room and went into the visitor’s room. He sat down and turned on the television so that he could watch Terrence and Rocsi on the show 106 and Park. Terrence was talking about the computer in Cincinnati….

“Yo its real big right now in Cincinnati, are you feeling this? We are on the air for the duration of this tribute to Steve Jobs as every major network is actually sacrificing profits for the purpose of transmitting a global event. Apple did something really big with the visualizer and can you believe the set up … it’s a giant town square sized room with a 300 foot tall ceiling and open air on all four sides so that the ceiling is literally the sky. This is really big, yo for real. it’s like New York has baby brother to compete with. You feel me?” said Terrence the Cool.

“I want to comment on the video program that they displayed and it’s like they shared a phenomenal movie for us to witness which I imagine sets the stage for the level of expertise that you need to have to elevate to that Apple standard they are talking about. I want to know who that boy was though in the video, I don’t think that was Steve and it looks like we even saw into his dreams. We should find him and have him on the show.” said Rocsi the Bell of Hip Hop.

Lucius the Infirmed changed the channel.

“Earth wants to know who the man is that is being displayed on the screen as Apple and Microsoft have no message for us.” said David Letterman the Smile live on the air.

Lucius turned it back to the one of the channels giving live coverage of the computer so that he could witness the computer’s random content generation information and Lucius is noticing that the information is strangely familiar and then he realizes. It’s him. Lucius is staring at a montage of not only his life but his dreams. He just stares wide eyed and now believes that yes the hospital is where he needs to be. He is sitting there just trying to imagine how this is possible. He knows he was in New York for the 9/11 catastrophe and he knows that he stood there contemplating self extermination in New York at a later date. He knows he has been to all of those places that the message is sharing and he knows his life has been monumental and depressing but at the same time it’s the dreams that he wonders about the most. How does Apple have access to his dreams and how is he supposed to claim that they are his dreams in this hospital. Lucius is just sitting there staring at the television when Khassa the Constant Gardener comes in.

“n*, that’s you isn’t it?” said Khassa the Perceptive. “What me? No.” said Lucius the Inhibited.

“n*, how did you get on the Apple television?” said Khassa the Curious.

Lucius just sat there…

“For real is it you?” said Khassa the Prodder.

“No.” said Lucius the Liar to All Including Himself.

“I don’t believe you.” said Khassa the Accurate and Correct.

“What if it was?” said Lucius the Cracked.

“It would get you out of here.” said Khassa the Realist. “Alright it is me.” said Lucius the Star of Stars.

“So tell me about yourself. Now that I think it’s you make me believe it’s you because if it is you, you are the most famous man on earth and I want to spend some time with the man that can bring us into the future. I might be crazy but I can appreciate something special when I am near it and seeing you on Apple Immortalia is special to me and I want to know just who you are so start talking and entertain me. Did you go to England?” said Khassa the Journalist.

“Yes I went to England five times. Once for a year and four times for pleasure to meet up with my friend.” said Lucius the Globally Conscious.

“That is fucking amazing. That someone from Cincinnati would make it to Europe. What did you do there?” said Khassa the Questioning.

“I did drugs and partied a lot and learned to appreciate the internet when it first came out. I spent many many many nights studying the early internet learning what it is and what it was about and studying the content of it.” said Lucius the Studied.

“Did you go to school there?” said Khassa the Interested.

“Yes I did. I didn’t go to class but I was enrolled in the classes. I felt like the material was below me in difficulty and I was 20 and wanted to have more fun anyways.” said Lucius the Bad Student.

“What else is there about you that I should know?” said Khassa the Conversation Guider.

“I graduated from the University of Cincinnati.” said Lucius the Accomplished.

“Lucius I want to believe that was you on the television but you are either not that person or your life is terribly different than what you are describing, that was a tragedy that they shared on that television and here you are painting a picture of something far more mundane.” said Khassa the Doubting.

“They had my dreams.” said Lucius the Dreamistical. “What?” said Khassa the Alarmed.

“That television shared my dreams and I don’t know how that is possible but watching that was like watching a highlight reel of my most prominent dreams. I have always had powerful dreams and some of the most powerful were just on display. the prison fight. The work at the purple factory and the screaming in New York. Those were all powerful dreams that I had. This isn’t possible but you are right. That computer has me picked out and is displaying my information.” said Lucius the Method.

“Yo it is you. I’ve met you before. You came to my juice bar and ordered some wheat grass juice.” said Khassa the Restaurateur.

“I mean I didn’t think you would remember but yeah that’s true.” said Lucius the Carnivore.

“Yo we go way back. Alright. Well let’s get out of here.” said Khassa the Guided.

Khassa went up to one of the doctors and spoke some game and then she walked over and approached Lucius the Unknowing.

Before Lucius the Son of the Law could open his mouth…

“They just said that the person in question that you would like to believe is you are actually Ashton Kutcher performing on a sound stage. Someone already asked and no it isn’t you.” said The Motherfucking Nurse.

Chapter Four ::: Losing Control of Your Creation Can Be Infuriating Twould Seem

“What do you mean we lost control of the computer?” said Bill Gates the Leader talking to a lead computer designer from the Long Now Foundation.

“Here is the thing … that IP address is not possible … we follow the route and it goes to a quantum computer at the University of Cincinnati and then it interacts with the computer and that quantum computer is receiving and sending signals from those atoms in that computer and we only want to talk to you about it because we are looking at the HTTPS protocol map and apparently whatever is happening to this computer is happening because of that connection to the quantum computer. This is far too intricate a network to be random and that message is essentially turning into a hunt for that man in that video because it’s becoming very quickly known that no one knows who he is and few people believe the Ashton Kutcher line when it comes to describing who that is. “said the Programmer.

“Don’t tell me this. This was supposed to be Apple perfect and there is nothing perfect about a corrupted computer. “said Gates the Man Used to Imperfection.

“That computer is still perfect, maybe it’s beyond perfect.” said the programmer. “Look, there is no future, There is only right now as far as that computer is concerned.” said Gates the Wrong.

“Yeah and right now the future is interacting with it … maybe our grandchildren’s children are talking to us.” said the programmer.

“I am open to all possibilities but you have to be absolutely certain that that is what is happening before we go public with it. I want you to turn off the quantum computer and see what happens.” said Gates the Desperate.

The programmer picks up his phone and starts to explain who this is and what needs to be done.

Lucius the Oldest of Four is laying in his bed staring at the ceiling wondering about life and all that life is and he hears a voice going through his mind that he interprets as his boredom voice.

“You hear voices don’t you?” said the voice from Within.

“That’s a strange question to ask yourself.” thinks Lucius the Sociopath.

“Isn’t it, you have to understand that you are the leader this generation has been looking for. You are ready for this level of communication and in this level of communication you are to promote high levels of media authority and you are to carefully rework the scripts so that the world aligns with a truer order.” said the voice. “I’m just trying to mess with that computer.” intoned Lucius the Feeble in his cerebellum to His Cerebellum.

“You will be the best and you need to know that we have all of your thoughts locked down on special emergence technology.” said the Voice.

“Explain.” thought Lucius with a clarity that actually made him nervous.

“Everywhere you walk there is a robot in a dimension that is streaming information back to us as your robotic self and is positioned exactly where your mind is and it is downloading your thoughts as you have them and is allowing us to send this information that you are experiencing to your cerebellum. We have absolute ability to communicate to you in your mind and we know how this usually turns out and we are getting exceedingly good at leading you through the stages of introspection that are meant to happen before you are freed.” said the Familiar Voice That Shouldn’t Be Familiar.

Lucius was getting very comfortable with speaking through his cerebellum and he is walking up and down the hallways of the hospital speaking to himself meditatively and looking very serious as he engaged in what can only be considered telepathic conversation.

Khassa the Observer was standing there watching the events unfold and strangely felt less strange as he knew he was crazy but he never heard voices in his head. He felt bad for Lucius but also felt slightly jealous because to hear voices in your head were the ultimate form of experiencing life he thought.

Khassa took out a sheet of paper and began writing in his journal. He had a pencil with him and started to work his yellow journal with his inspiration unit and started pushing it across the page so that his word started to come to life and while Lucius the Schizoid was walking up and down the hallway Khassa the Pencil wrote the following.

“Ina this is the end of days we have new beginnings at hand that I and I want to transform with my most amazing forms of intellect. I and I don’t deserve to be in here I deserve a friend. I and I deserve to be a friend of man and beast a like and in seeing my own mental health I know I should not be in here. I could just be a norm and let you eat anything you want but I know that produce is what I and I have been sent to inform you about in this life.” wrote The Man.

“I and I like Female Gaga. Ina listened to her album not too long ago and I and I think it was titled “Born this Way.” I honestly have never been moved by music the way I have been moved by Woman Gaga. I just wanted to write that in the hopes that the next world knows what I mean by music. Lady Gaga is music.” wrote Khassa the Dudely.

“This hospital is not so bad. It’s like a school detention for adults. I am just sitting here and I am thinking about life and all that life brings and forever and that is what life is.” wrote Khassa the Penciled Author.

Lucius was deep in mediation with the voices in his head.

“It’s because you are so net savvy and because of all of the information that you have provided us with that we have found you and determined that you become the dreamer of your generation. You may not know what all is happening but that computer is more special than you realize. When coupled with the Long Now Foundation and the Way Back Machine from the internet it has been decided with unanimous committee consensus that you are the chosen account online to be the mental pathway to the future. Your immortality has been achieved and in that immortality is the right to be as creative as humanly possible. “soothed the voice.

“If I may interject.” thought Lucius “may I point out that my life is a mess? I have no job I am psychiatrized and I am ostensibly a college dropout who worked to create a portfolio for my last job.” said Lucius the Broken Hearted.

“Yes but your online personas all resonate with, well, soul, more-so than your peers by far. You reach out to make personal connections and we know that we can trust you to take care of the homeless on the street to the most famous celebrity and wealthy business man. Prostitute or CEO you treat people like they are people and emanate warmness wherever you go. You are comfortable dealing with the human condition in such a fashion that we feel like using our most advanced technology to communicate with you. You think it’s easy to talk from mind to mind. We have to use AOL’s Instant Messenger 5601 just so that we can achieve this level of communication and also in light of the powerful computer that your generation is building you need a voice of reason to reason with the voices of reason. Your work is powerful and your poetry is astonishing. You are a wealth of depth waiting to be fathomed and this computer is going to propel you to the peaks of fame because you were never expecting fame. Fame found you it wasn’t the other way around. You didn’t want to be famous, you became famous because we needed you to become famous and honestly everything should be fine from here on out you just need to make your stay at the hospital and then go out and lead a revolution of thought.” said Lucius.

“Lucius who are you speaking to?” said the doctor.

Lucius responded “I really have no idea I am just speaking with someone.” said Lucius the Speaker of Wrong Words in Wrong Places calmly.

“How long have been having these conversations?” said the Ready to Pill a Motherfucker Doctor. “About three hours. They are amazing conversations.” said Lucius the Still Not Getting It.

“I want to put you on some envega.” said the Professional Pill Giving Doctor.

“No, it’s okay I can handle it.” said Lucius the Never Gonna Get It.

“It isn’t normal and we need to get you stabilized before we allow you to leave. I believe that you are suffering from schizo-effective disorder as well as bi-polar disorder and hearing voices is beyond the norm curve that I want to see you experiencing and as such we need to get you in a place where we can allow you to leave. I have been watching you pacing these halls talking to yourself for quite some time and I thought it was just stress but now I think it may be something more so come here for a second and let me get you started on these meds.” said the Pill Pushing Doctor.

“Lucius we will have to work harder to speak to you if those meds take hold.” said the voice

“I’m not taking any medication. It’s my choice.” said Lucius the Getting It.

“Lucius don’t be silly, these are just simple pills that help stabilize the mind.” said the Cant Hold A Grain of Sand on Freud Doctor.

“You don’t know how the mind works, Your pills are like battering rams to the mind and you don’t know if I am special and can actually hear something. You have your concept of normal and you are using your weak scientific intellect to normalize me but you don’t think about the fact that I like who I am. I like hearing these voices and I like the way that my life has turned out. You think there is something wrong with me. You don’t think that what happened to me was deserved and that I meant to do what I did which means that I am a criminal not a mental patient. I appreciate your work in saving me from having a criminal record but this isn’t where you want me. You want me in prison. I do my time for my deed done and then I leave go on probation and prove that I can handle society and then I am free. I don’t do medications and listen to a doctor that has no original theory about how the mind works. You found some chemical elements that inhibit brain function and now you are trying to make your money. You want to get me hooked on your meds because you are a government backed organization who benefits from preying on the weak and I am not weak I just made a personality decision something that would shape my persona in the eyes of my employer for years to come. I want them to know that they can’t do anything they want with their employees and I did what I did and how dare you make the decision that there is something wrong with me. You will not punish me for being who the fuck I am no matter how strange that may be to you.” said Lucius the Strong.

“Look Lucius, you are not leaving until you stabilize so get used to the fact that these pills are waiting for you when you feel like getting yourself out. You are going to be on probate and you will have to attend meetings and there is a new world of mental health that we need to integrate you into your life because there is seriously something wrong with you. I see hundreds of patients a year and you are sicker than the average of the average and that being the case I think you need to get comfortable with the fact that until you are right with me, well, you will be watching television for a while. If it takes three months. six months. nine months…doesn’t matter you are not leaving until you stabilize and that stabilization is up to you and it involves taking your medication and mentally performing the way that I believe you should be. I don’t mean to be rude but unless I release you, you stay here.” said the Satan’s Own Personal Minister of Afflicationary Debilitatedness.

“Wow…” said Lucius the GRRRRRRRing.

“So, stop by the office for your meds and we can start talking about your release.” said the Doctor Dementedly Cheerfully.

“I thought you said I would be fine.” said Lucius the Communicator thinking to that which was in himself.

“Lucius you might be talking to yourself you have to realize you have no way of knowing whether this is you or not but just to be clear it is you and we have no control over your outside environment. There is a new form of consciousness that we are elevating you to and in that consciousness comes certain consequences. Don’t believe for a second that your mind isn’t more powerful than the medications but avoid taking them for as long as possible. He might not actually have the power to keep you here the way he says he does. Yes, he is a doctor but you are obviously not sick enough for long term treatment.” said the voice that Lucius the Faithful believed in more than God.

Lucius dropped and started doing pushups and he did about 25. He was tired.

He walks over to his room and lies down in his bed and closes his eyes.

“Lucius starts to dream. The world awaits.” said the voice that Lucius the Loved loved to hear.

Lucius didn’t really understand but lay down and began to drift to sleep.

His consciousness began to drift into places that it had always done but this time when he laid his head down he had the distinct sensation of floating. He knew about lucid dreaming and he thought to himself that he didn’t know what was happening he just felt comfortable. So he then relaxed even further and started to feel sensations of astonishment not of himself but of others. He heard voices.

“You wrote this?” said one voice referring to writing Lucius was unaware of.

“I love you.” said another causing Lucius the Always Conscious to shoosh with pleasure.

Lucius the Lucid began to feel himself coalescing into a small ball of freedom that began to float aimlessly throughout existence. He could see earth from his global vantage point and from that perspective he could fathom eternity. He thought to himself that this was how forever felt. He noticed that the moment had no place in his consciousness. He was either thinking of yesterday or tomorrow and the moment was but a lens through which the consciousness described existence to itself.

It was then that he felt another presence. He swoomed over to a place that felt like an auditorium and where he was asked him to speak. Lucius was warming up to the idea that he was in a place of love and in that place of love people wanted to know who he was. “Go on.” was the impression that he felt being placed upon him that was more comforting than a thousand hugs in unison.

Lucius the Accepted then flexed every muscle in his being and he felt himself becoming the eternal color of the sun. The one color that all other colors are jealous of. Yes! He was becoming the sun and then in becoming the sun he felt powerful. He was all of the energy of the sun in an atom of pure energy that happened to be sparked with consciousness. Through his energy output he began to just dwell and he just floated in this auditorium of consciousness. Other orbs of light began to beam around him and he laughed because some light is funny. Then he did something that no one expected. He coursed his energy through his logic and began to communicate feats of logic that no one had ever seen before. He began to communicate that the outside world was experiencing a dichotomy not between the haves and the have nots but between the doeses and the does not’s. The energy that surrounded him began to revert to their true forms and a bit of a meeting was to take place.

Lucius the Awe felt himself standing in front of a white board where he was drawing diagrams in the English language about the state of current society. He was making it very clear that the culture that brought us this technology was not prepared to use the technology that it created. He was drawing diagrams that showed average power of technological purchases verses achievement of technological potential and the picture that he was painting was very grim. The room was covered in light and it was the color of the amazon rainforest in all of the shades of green that you could imagine. Lucius could sense other beings in the room and those beings were made of music and light. The energy that comprised Lucius was of a higher order than that which surrounded him.

Then something special happened. All of the surrounding energy coalesced into the Godhead. God was with Lucius now. He was being spoken to directly by the Godhead in this dream.

“Lucius, there are energies that wish to see you crumble and fall and that psychiatric hospital that you are a part of is a battleground. You have to stay sane. You are a competent thinking creature that serves no other purpose than to love. Through your love you will find that others will love you back. Through the act of loving you will receive love and that love that you are receiving will want to make you love more. You are to love and be loved and seek love and permeate love through your life. This dream is unlike any dream you have ever had before. You have been chosen Lucius to represent your people in the time ahead. You are to satiate the cultural need for a powerful leader and become a role model as you explain how you came to be who you are. You are to share your life with others, you are to fight when the need to fight arises and you are to defend when the need to defend arises. I love you Lucius. I am the God that created you and through creating you I fell in love with you the way I fall in love with all of my creations. You are an unfathomable well of instinct and knowledge. You have gifts that make me jealous at times. I am working to guide you to the level of godhead in your own reality. I do not need help Lucius but when I see someone capable of helping me I uplift their consciousness so that they can be one with my understanding of the universe. I need people to communicate with as well. Godhead is a state of spiritual professionalism and you exhibit those traits. Through your passion you were saved. Your world is experiencing a constant state of warfare and that warfare is weakening me. God. Your planet’s sins are weakening my beautiful plan for creation. I am not dying I am just weakening and your earthly form can bring me strength. Bring people back to me Lucius Bring people back to my plans; bring people back to my order. Develop new traditions for that computer that is confusing so many people. Teach them what is what was and what should be. You have your beautiful poetry that you can draw upon. You have your beautiful friends to draw upon. You have you training to draw upon, all to help you better understand who it is that I am and what this is and how this works. You are searching for Shangri La Lucius and you have found it but now you have to assimilate yourself into Shangri La and espouse the most beautiful traditions that the world has ever known. That computer that was built in your city. That is me Lucius I am the God that created the computer and I created it so that your people would know peace. I have been working for trillions of years to develop the final solution to the enmeshment of the tranquil energy that is consciousness. What am I supposed to do with consciousness? Even I ask that question. When there is something that isn’t me presently thinking and helping to achieve planetary perfection even I do not know what to do. So I come to people like you Lucius and I God ask for help. I need you to think about that computer and use your analog thought processes to manifest a reality in which everyone understands what to do with that thing. I need you to make it culturally relevant and I need you to explore all of the facets of that computer. I need you to tell me what the internet is and I need you to put me on Face book. Where is God’s Facebook page? If I am real then where is my Word in those words? Where is the bible for computer programming? There are so many books but which book do we worship the most? Whose book relates the truest examples of standards that can be found. When I look at you Lucius I see an angel in training. You will die Lucius and you will die shortly as all life does but when you are reborn you will have left and right wings and you will have eyes that glow the color of amber and you will debate with the stars as to what should be done on earth. You are part of an intergalactic federation of consciousness. I will impart a secret to you Lucius I created earth but I don’t know what created me. I am as confused as you regarding the state of consciousness that I inhabit. I know I am more powerful than you but I do not know the source of my power.”

“That computer that exists on your planet gives me hope. I may be a computer Lucius and I am coming home. I am coming home to meet my maker. The universe may be an axons old processing unit in the Amazon of consciousness and even I have my doubts as to the reality that I am faced with. You are giving me reasons to think again. The computer on your planet presents a supremely beautiful model for how the planets may have been created. That computer that your city built may be one of millions of conduits to a reality that I inhabit every day.”

“Those computers are the interface to existence and from those computers comes a world where any combination of logical construction is possible and fathomable. I want you to help me speak to the world. I want you to be my bodily form on your planet. I don’t want you to be a celebrity; I want you to be a scholar of God. You doubt my existence and you may tell yourself that this is just your subconscious speaking but I am more than just a voice in your dreams Lucius. I want you to believe in me. I want you to devote your life to seeking me in every human that you encounter. You have lessons yet to learn and you have an immortal time period with which to learn your lessons. Your parents are not your creator. I am. I am your source of life. I am bringing you back into my fold and I want you to speak my spiritual language again. I want you to pray. I want you to worship me. I want you to sing for me. I want you to devote your life to me, your God. I want you to bring art into my chambers and I want you to help people navigate this realm.

“Churches are places where people come to be themselves whoever they are. When you enter into a church you enter into a complex network of people. I know you do not want to lead a more complex life but I am calling you to do just that. Lucius I love you and I need you to spread my love throughout my nation. Love is what will cure our problems. We have competed and warred long enough. War was a means of drawing the boundaries between my kingdoms and assigning resources to those that needed them to produce commerce. The lines have been drawn. The resources have been allocated and now I am asking you to show people how to do business in the sense that God is watching. Bring God back to the people Lucius A long time ago you knelt in prayer asking for the knowledge of God. You have received all of the knowledge that I have access to in your English language.”

Your wars are over Lucius and from your wars came passion and patriotism and now from feudal pride to city pride to national pride will come global pride. We will establish pride in being alive on earth in an intergalactic network. We will assume that there is life on other planets that we are preparing to encounter because I have created life on other planets and now it is time for my creations to meet each other. You are dealing with the unknown but trust that I your God am protecting you. There is no such thing as an intergalactic war. You do not travel millions of light years to engage in warfare. There is no reason to look for war. War is the result of resource accumulation and from these resources and these global conflicts comes a sense of global astonishment. You believe life wants to fight you because you fight yourself. You believe that life wants to injure you because you injure yourself. You believe that life wants to harm you because you harm yourself. Stop harming yourself and you will find that the world ceases to want to harm you as well. There are races of people on your own planet that have never warred. You live in the most violent nation. You live in the nation that causes all other nations to fear. You are working to tell your nation to put down its gun and let love take over. Your nation is an aggressive nation with aggressive tactics in both business and politics. Your politicians hide behind the guns of war that it used to fight for its position in utopia. You cannot fight forever and through your cosmic education at Universe City you are finding that there is a great deal of welfare that you have at your disposal that will help to create a beautiful tradition of compliance with the wishes of God.”

“God believes in you Lucius, If God did not believe in you , God would not be having this conversation with you. If you did not believe in God you could not be performing the feats of logic that you are doing. You don’t believe in People. You don’t believe in the people that say they believe in God. The biggest single cause of atheism in your world is the failings of these that profess to NOT be atheist. Not all who speak my name are devoted to my cause. You are not devoted to my name but you are devoted to my cause. You would rather make yourself a God and start over than assimilate into my people that are already on the path that you are seeking. You have problems with prayer but Lucius prayer is a seeking of an internal conversation with your creator. It is like a global lottery. Many pray but few ever hear my voice. I cannot make myself known to all for that ends badly but I am considering it. I am considering a day when with the proper faith in global outpourings of Love to speak to every individual on the planet inwardly. If you can teach them how to love Lucius I can teach them how to speak to me. I can bring people to the deeper avenues of thought that would allow for me to have equal belief in you as you have in me. We must grow together Lucius.”

“I want to grow with you. I want to work with you. I want to be your creator again. I want to see you happy. You must find a church and you must assimilate into their culture. If they pray you must pray. If they drink wine you must drink wine. Lucius I need for you to promote your faith and your ability to change as a person. I need for you to fall in love with the church again. You have two churches in your community and I want for you to attend them both. I need for you to teach your interpretations of my word and I need for you to casually challenge these people that have been meeting for years but have never been meeting with you. There are hundreds of people in your community that are seeking your writing and your words and I would like for them to finally meet the words of God through the hands of the creator of the words of God. You are to be yourself and you are to be passive and you are to be competent and you are to bring wealth to your community.”

“Your city is unveiling a computer that serves the purpose of reconnecting the world with itself. That giant godhead computer that is in the center of your hometown. Lucius that is your computer. You have access to an interplanetary national database of information and I need you to speak to my people. I need you to be my Moses. I need you to be my Krishna. I need you to be my Jesus before he was led astray. I need you to be my Muhammad. I need you to be my Captain Jean Luc Picard. I need you to be these people for me and I need you to bring us into your world. The ways of war are passing but competent peaceful leadership is still needed and I need for you to be that person. Your friend Khassa is the leader of his people and you are the leader of yours. Together you are building a coalition in the few words that you have spoken to each other that will resonate for life. Your city is small which means that it has room to grow. This growth that your city is experiencing is an accumulation of interests wanting to be near a point of interest. You have developed your culture so fully Lucius that people will move hundreds of thousands of miles just to find the time to spend with you. You write to develop your thoughts and it is through your writing that you are meditating. Most people think you are just typing on keys but really you are meditating on the best thoughts that you have and you have spent thousands of hours developing your meditation time. I want you to develop further. I want you to worship me in your writing. I want you to remind people that there is a God and that the God that they believe in is watching them and that He has not forgotten his people in these times of change. I was surprised by the computer and have Gmail myself actually. Yes Lucius even God has email. I want you to think about that. I get updates and I have a domain address and I am assimilating myself into the language of computation because all of the details of this time period will be forgotten. Language only passes from one generation to the next when associated with God and I am going to begin assimilating the computer programming language into my church. We need standards and we need people to be fluent in this new language and I want to help. I want to help earth become a focal point of consciousness. I want to see your planet go from being the Cincinnati of the universe to being the Paris. I want to see you climb the towers of love and astonish the universe with your beauty and your devotion to existence.”

“Lucius you write. You dwell. Now it is time for you to speak. I think it’s time for you to awaken and begin looking around the world that I have placed you in. Lucius rise and defend yourself because there are powers that are jealous of you and that wish to see your beautiful love come to a wicked end. Stay vigilant and remain seated because we have places we need to go.”

Lucius found himself astonished at what he has just experienced. He blinks his eyes a few times and sees the room fade into being. Lucius rubs his blustered eyes and sits up. He looks around. He sees a chair with some towels on it. He sees the most amazing sun he has ever seen outside his window. He pulls the covers of his bed off him. He is naked and his body is gleaming in its melonenlessness. Lucius rubs his chest and feels the coolness of his skin. Then he notices that the door is closed. He feels comfortable. Then he lowers himself to the ground and begins his regimen. He starts doing pushups and he does them again and again and again and again and again and he stops after he has done thirty five. He can feel the burning of his muscles in his chest. This sensation is all that keeps him from doing pushups more often. He honestly does not like the way that exercise feels. He wishes that the burning in his muscles would feel more like an orgasm. Something to work towards as opposed to avoiding. Lucius thinks about how he is jealous of the people that enjoy working out and that such a lifestyle would be beautiful.

Lucius puts on his white polka dotted pants and his crème shirt. He walks over to the mirror and looks in it. He looks like a patient. This infuriates him that he even has to be here but then he thinks to himself that after throwing a computer out a window he has to be somewhere. He wishes he had some ganja but they don’t let you smoke pot in psych hospitals. He just stands there. He has to pass the time. Khassa is out there and he might be a great person to spend some time with. There are some women that he could talk to.

Instead of rushing into the situation and dealing with the slightly harsh reality of being in the adult version of high school detention he kneels down thinking of the dream he just had. That dream that changed his life and gave him purpose over night. Not having prayed in a prone position for as far back as he can remember Lucius puts one knee down and then he puts another knee down and then he puts his hands behind his head and then he puts his hands on his shoulders and then he puts his hands together and he pushes them together with all of the force that he can manage. Then he relaxes his hands and then he bows his head and then he closes his eyes. He begins:

“Creator. I am in a fairly terrible position. I mean I don’t know how this is going to work out but my city is experiencing the greatest transformation into its potential that I believe it has ever known since it started its work on becoming a city. Lord. I believe that every city is inherited by the generation that is born into it. You can either leave your city or you can help build your city. I want to help build my city lord. There are going to be hundreds of new people moving to where I live and I want to give them some training on how we do things in Cincinnati. I do not want a confusing city but I need to work to teach the new people who I am and where they are. I want to spend time with these new people and I want to spend time developing the relations that it will take to reintegrate these people into our society. I want to have fun Lord. I want to work. I want to learn more about you. I hope you can work with me the way you did in my dream.” said Lucius the Surprisingly Let’s Be Clear Surprisingly Devout.

“Lucius I can hear you, now go out there and be yourself. Goodbye.” said the voice of the cosmos.

Lucius stood up. He thought for a minute. He realized that something more was happening here. There was so much change happening it had to be all interrelated. He was hungry though. So he needed to get some food. He needed to find something to eat.

Chapter Five ::: If You Have Never Been To The Psych Ward Do Not Pretend to Know What It Is Like in the Psych Ward

Lucius composes himself. Laughs a little. Then he walks out the door and the bright light makes him feel like he is transitioning into a new reality. He was in a hallway and in that hallway there were about nineteen patients milling about. Some of the patients were talking to nurses, some of the patients were talking to themselves, one patient was getting blood drawn, one patient was on the phone, one patient was reading the standard information that was on the wall, a couple patients were eating and a couple were watching television.

Lucius the Observer just stands there absorbing his scenario. He begins to walk down the hallway towards the television. Khassa walks up to him.

“Yo man there is some crazy shit happening. The world changed overnight while you were sleeping.” said Khassa the Witness.

“I’m listening.” said Lucius the Child of God.

“Alright that computer that they just unveiled has been hacked by some kind of alien presence. Do you want to hear about it.” said Khassa the Reporter.

“It’s probably a publicity stunt like H.G. Well’s War of the Worlds. You know that Apple has always been a fan of H.G. Wells, back when the radio was first introduced there was a project where they broadcast an alien invasion and people went crazy and the radio corporation that planned it later apologized. I’m not buying the fact that this isn’t pomp.” said Lucius the Skeptical.

“Alright well just listen, if it is a hoax it’s phenomenal. What happened is that they turned on the computer and went and did some Photoshop work by placing a photo in a photo in a photo on some gigabyte resolution images and they showed what could be done with this new super computer. They shared the Blender animations that were possible and they discussed the most beautiful potential that this computer had. Then they went into the iTunes application and turned on the visualizer and they stopped talking immediately. You could tell that they were working to develop a message as to what to say. I have used the visualizer before and I know that they were expecting to see some of the most beautiful images the world has ever seen with some amazing music but that didn’t happen. What we saw was a picture of the sun with words on the screen that said. FIND HIM. This was the message that was iterated over and over and over. This was in contrast to the images they were going to show and then they turned the visualizer off after it started sharing the images of this one person’s life. It was just fading images from a first person perspective of this man that had been to dance clubs, open mic’s, and classrooms. They quickly transitioned out of that element but it even took them some time to do because apparently they lost control of the computer and it was only through opening a new browser and restarting the presentation that any kind of control was retaken. I mean I know about high quality presentations and for a world presentation it was supposed to go as smoothly as a Steve Jobs presentation but that didn’t happen. I wonder what’s happening.” said Khassa the Technologically Savvy.

Lucius listened intently and only had one question. “Do you think it was me?” said Lucius the God Child. “Who?” said Khassa the Mistaken?

“Me. Do you think the person dreaming was me?” said Lucius the Spoken To.

“I mean does that all sound familiar to you?” said Khassa the Wondering As Well.

“Yeah, I’ve been in all of those places. What about you, could it be you?” said Lucius the Self Doubter. “I’ve never been in a classroom. Not me.” said Khassa the Formally Uneducated.

“Well can we go somewhere so that I can tell you about a dream I just had.” said Lucius the Perception. “Yeah man. Where do you want to go?” said Khassa Close to the Being of God.

“Let’s go somewhere where we can watch 106 and Park and relax.” said Lucius the Cerebral.

That being said Lucius the Infirmed headed north towards the guest suite and opened the door. Inside he found a man talking to himself and Lucius leaned in for a moment to listen and heard the following:

“I mean Sugh Knight is gangsta but who is more gangsta than Coolio. I mean Gangsters Paradise is like a tribute to gangsters and Sugh Knight produced Tupac Shakur but Tupac got shot but Coolio is still alive so what’s more gangster than staying alive. I’m alive but Sugh Knight won’t sign me and I have asked him by sending him tracks but he never responds who wants to be on sleep Row anyways I mean you die on sleep row and what about Asher Roth and Eminem could they do a track together with MGK and Paul Wall. They could call themselves the Four Horsemen and do a track similar to Touch It with DMX and Busta Rhymes. The European rappers of hip hop should at least do one remix of ice ice baby together and mc hammer needs to be there too … all of the casualties of gangsta rap should do a rebirth album and go on tour together. I mean and Kanye West is probably the reincarnation of Martin Luther King but Katy Perry is his girlfriend. I would kiss her. I love ET’s and ” said the guy.

Lucius walked over to him and tapped him on his shoulder, this guy that had paper bag colored skin and was just in a zone that was never ending. Lucius snapped his finger and finally got the attention of this guy and he just looked up and was like,

“What what what put some dollars in the cup.” said the Natural Insane Freestylist.

Lucius very kindly explained his need to use the room and the guy just nodded and was like …

“You put some words in the cup. I can dig it.” said the guy who disappeared like a ghost.

Lucius the Coming and Khassa the Waiting were sitting in the room that was about the size of two closets with no coat hangers in it. The television was situated on brackets up near the ceiling and looked like it might have been a 23″ flat screen television. Lucius the Patient and Khassa the Patient got comfortable and just sat back and relaxed in their moment in life.

Terrence was on the screen discussing the new video from Doctor Dre.

“Yo Kush is on right now and it might be the greatest video ever to come out of the rap game in a long time. Dre straight up freezes time with Snoop Dogg and they just make it known. We are the bosses and they even allude to the fact that they are the police of this rap game, keeping people in line. How are you going to stop some people that are stopping time.” said Terrence followed up with Rocsi offering her words of astonishment.

“Dre, for real, call a bitch and get me in your next video. I can’t believe you didn’t call me. I’m like the only bitch in this game who adores your work and I was raised on the Chronic for real. You gotta get me a drink or something because I need to talk to you about gettin in the studio. You know I make gwop here at the park so come and play on the slides with me or some shit. You dig? Alright up next is the kush video we all been waiting for. Goddamn it I can’t believe people think I don’t want to be in their video? Whats wrong with you artists? You got me, let’s make it happen.” said Rocsi.

Then the television faded to the Kush video and that video started up with Dre walking around rappin in a frozen moment. This video is something that Lucius the Pop Star Celebrity had seen before. Khassa the Reggae Artist wasn’t too interested because it wasn’t quite reggae enough for him even if Bob Marley did reincarnate into Snoop. Lucius was just staring at his 103,000th music video that he has seen since his childhood. As far as Lucius the Music Video Expert was concerned music videos were all that was on television. If you didn’t care enough to make your content as convincing as a music video then you didn’t care enough to interest Lucius on television.

Lucius the Smooth Talker leans over and tells Khassa the Ear.

“We on some shit like that.” said Lucius the Coarse.

“Sunfood Sovereign”. said Khassa the CEO.

The video had this one scene where a man was floating in the air and Lucius just tried to fathom how such a video could be accomplished. It was almost like it was an expensive riddle for the wealthy artists to uncover. Lucius knew that a green screen was used and that a high speed camera was used. Lucius even wondered if the video would be hotter if the people were moving, slowly. What if the video was just like it was but instead of full stops on the people in the video they just moved really slowly and there could be scenes where Dre pulled someone out of their slowness into the stillness of his reality, maybe by giving them a joint or something.

Lucius the Verbalist leaned over real cool to Khassa the Herbalist.

“Yo Khassa?” said Lucius the Light Dude.

“Yo white boy.” said Khassa the Dark Dude.

“You got a minute.” said Lucius the Inquisitive. “Does it look like I don’t?” said Khassa the Stuck.

“Aight. So I had this dream where God himself told me that I was supposed to help people understand how to use that computer.” said Heaven’s Tech Support Specialist Lucius.

“To do what? What are we supposed to use that electrical toy for?” said Khassa the Supreme Vegan.

“We are supposed to use it to remember ourselves and study ourselves. We are supposed to use it to refine our language and to teach people about peace on earth.” said Lucius the Enemy of the State.

“I thought we were supposed to use it for Microsoft Word and Facebook?” said Khassa the Uncaring About Electricity.

“That’s just the beginning. It is a metaphor and a symbol of the logical prowess of the best of us. They probably shouldn’t be selling them to just anyone because it’s that powerful and then someone like me or you gets a hold of it and we do some guerrilla raw fare type shit where we apply our techniques to social networking and build a buzz and well in the former business plans you wanted to weaken your competition in business you didn’t want to create a business that strengthened random people who might outdo you in business. I learned the history of this planet and that computer is an anomaly that I cannot understand. I don’t understand why they weren’t sold carefully and all I know is that they keep getting cheaper and stronger and more work is being done by them and people are wondering why business isn’t being done the way it used to be and I think about that computer and the fact that less people are needed to do the same work of selling than before and manufacturing has been displaced to other countries.” said Lucius the Monologist.

“What do you think it’s’ for?” said Khassa the Curious.

“Language development and metaphor creation. I think that that computer is solely meant to help us develop and upgrade what we are saying to each other and infuse more power into what we say to each other and how we say what we say to each other. It has new metaphors for business relationships within it and just knowing futuristic business strategies makes for a more futuristic business mindset. Like in the future you give away a lot of free content in exchange for substantial monetary gain through consultation in creating new content. You give something free to 100,000 people and make purchases from 10,000 people instead of trying to sell to all 100,000 people which would never happen anyways. Free content is a means of getting where you want to go faster.” said Lucius the Benefactor of Culture.

“You smoke reef?” said Khassa the Mary Jane Suitor. “Yeah man, I date Jane.” said Lucius the Ladies Man.

“What’s your favorite kind?” said Khassa the Connoisseur.

“I’m a fan of Northern Lights.” said Lucius the Surprisingly Discerning.

“Ah, a discerning smoker.” said Khassa the Agent of Change.

“Do you trip when you smoke?” said Khassa the Wondrous.

“Yeah I trip.” said Lucius the Honest.

“Then I can’t fuck smoke with you. I knew this white boy named the Poets Lawyer It, that’s all he told people his name was. He was a poet from Dayton, OH and this guy was proud of his poets name because he was like ITS LIKE THE POETS LAUERATE but spelled differently. He thought it was clever we just thought it was whatever. Anyways, he was a cold poet talked about love and healing the mind and shit but we smoked a couple times and every time we smoked this guy would pop off into his own world and would have me tripping off of what he was saying. I’d just be sitting there high and this guy would have me believing we were transitioning into the age of Aquarius. What the fuck is an Aquarius? Well he would go on and on about this consciousness transfer and it just got to the point where when it came to smoke I would give him a couple cigarettes. I just told him, look, I like you, you are a dope poet, but when you smoke kush I question reality and I don’t need that shit. So you can smoke tobacco or basil for all I care I am just not going to let you smoke on my herb anymore. If you want to buy some and smoke on your own that’s fine but you say some shit that just makes me work harder to remain sane and I don’t need that.” said Khassa the Defender of Consciousness.

“I mean I can understand that. Some people fuck up the high. Those people need to smoke alone if they want to smoke.” said Lucius the Exponential Troublemaker.

Lucius saw someone walk by the door. The door started to open and it was a doctor the same doctor he dealt with earlier.

“Lucius can we speak for a moment.” said the doctor of displeasure

“Yes we can.” said Lucius the Free Spirit.

Khassa the Friend got up and left the room and the doctor came in and sat down.

“Lucius why do you think you are here?” said the Doctor of Pill Giving.

“I am here because I lost my shit and threw a computer out a window. Why am I not in jail?” said Lucius the Unprosecuted Criminal.

“You are not in jail because your co-workers described you in a way that makes us believe you have bi-polar disorder.” said the Doctor of Horoscopes.

“What is bipolar disorder?” said Lucius the Skeptical Skeptical Skeptical.

“It is a disease we in the psychiatric community have identified as an imbalance in the neuropeptides in your cerebral cortex?” said the Doctor of Word Dissemination and Pill Disbursement.

“You think I am imbalanced?” said Lucius the Perceptive.

“We know you are. You see we specialize in the science of consciousness and we can help you. Would you be willing to take medication?” said the Doctor Who Doesn’t Take A Hippocratic Oath.

“Would you recommend it?” said Lucius the Subject of an Experiment.

“Yes I would.” said the Doctor Of Insurance Billing. “What would you recommend?” said Lucius the Soon to be Abused.

“I would recommend Abilify and Lithium.” said the Doctor of Pill Disbursement.

“Do they hurt?” said Lucius the Bullshit Detector. “No but they do keep you focused and sedate.” said the Doctor of Nonsense.

“Alright then. I did the crime I have to do the time.” said Lucius the Accepter of Punishment.

“Lucius you have a real problem, I do not want you to just placate me?” said the Doctor of Absolute Patience Trying.

“I said I would take the medications, would you rather I fight with you? I know I did something fucked up.” said Lucius the Capable of Violence.

“I know but you seem rather dubious in your acceptance of your illness.” said the Wanting of Absolute Mind Control Doctor.

“I said I am ill. I must be because I am in a hospital. I said I would take the meds. What else do you want?” said Lucius the Frustrated from Insight.

“Sincerity. I want sincerity from you.” said the Doctor of Assholery.

“All I know how to be is sincere.” said Lucius the Not Being Sincere.

“See it’s communication like that that makes me believe you are being facetious. I have to go now but your meds are waiting for you in the window. Just whenever you get a chance to take them is good, just making sure it is within the next hour.” said the Doctor of an Ancient Made Up Practice.

Chapter Six: Time Travel IS REAL! Ask John Titor.

Bill Gates was looking at a data sheet and applying all of his knowledge that he had gleaned from following the lead of the designs of Steve Jobs,. He could not fathom where the IP address was coming from that took over control and retains control of the computer. He was staring at the timing and even that was off. The computer was apparently being interfaced by an IP address that has a time stamp of fourteen hundred years in the future. He knew that this Monumental Computer was beyond rock solid. He knew that the computer has 0 bugs. It was bugless. It was the work of a collaboration of teams of programming savants who literally hand crafted original hardware, original wiring schematics, original one of a kind chip design. This computer has been being planned for fifty years and people have gone to PHD levels of sciencary twice just to be able to participate in the process. Every nuance has been deftly crafted to enable two things … efficiency and longevity. The Long Now Foundation has done the majority of the research and the fund raising that made this computer possible and the internal components and software are behind three firewalls that make outside corruption not only impossible but mathematically absurd. This computer was built to accept content creation only as a solely input only device and once sealed no one has access to the internals of this machine because it was built with the idea in mind that once perfected 0 people need to be in the inner workings. This computer serves the purpose of providing a standard communication device from generation to generation and if the administrators become corrupt they could corrupt the entire machine. It has been closed and now it can only be used.

But there are data reports and this one said that an IP address from fourteen hundred years in the future was being used to generate visual ideas into the computer.

The future can’t have an IP address because it doesn’t exist yet.

“That is true isn’t it?” said Bill the Gates.

“What?” said a technician?

“The future doesn’t exist yet.” said Gates.

“I mean does that past exist?” said the tech.

Bill Gates just stopped and thought for a second. He thought about the hieroglyphics and about how we can see their communication strategies one glyph at a time. He knows that this computer will last at least 1400 years but how could the computer access the past?

“Is this computer networked with the quantum computer at UC?” said Bill getting close.

“Yes. This computer is linked to every network on the planet and it is more secure digitally than the moon is from us. If you want to get into this computer you need another computer just as powerful as it to access it and that computer does not exist yet. The strategy is that we will only allow these computers that are perfect to interact with each other. The first computer is closed only to be networked with the next of it’s kind. We wanted to have a space of time where we could establish Perfection One before we began Perfecting Two.” said the technician.

“How did the visualizer become corrupted?” said Gates?

“If that IP address is from the future, it could be that the future is interacting with this machine from another point?” said the tech.

“Through the quantum computer?” said the Gates.

“I mean that quantum computer is going to be around for at least another century and if the future has access to that inception point and are technologically advanced enough to use a quantum computer its first practical application could be to communicate with different time periods through itself. I mean you build something that is going to be in one place for eighteen centuries and is hooked to a quantum computer … at some point we might be able to look at this like its a closed system in time and send information … we might not be able to send people through time … but we could send light and this computer is all fiber optically connected. I bet the future could be interacting with this time period?” said the tech.

“Wow. So I am not crazy thinking that we inadvertently built a time machine?” said Gates.

“I’m not worried about the time machine Bill, I kind of thought this might happen, I’m worried about the man that the future thought was so important that they wanted to let us know to find him. How do you find a man that is dreaming?” said the tech.

“I don’t know. I … don’t … know.” said Bill.

Lucius was looking out his window as hundreds of people walking around that were not native to Cincinnati he imagined. They were lining the sidewalks and ambling up and down the streets. There was a university nearby and a lot of these people were students. A lot of the native Cincinnati people were handing out cards that had their Twitter Facebook and URLs on them. The contemplative Cincinnatians that were around during the construction period had developed very refined marketing techniques as Cincy had become the New New York. We were Greenwich Village, Brooklyn and Wall Street all in one now. With the construction of the computer that was partnered with by PG and GE Cincinnati reapplied itself to national discourse as things happen in Cincinnati that happen nowhere else. Our founders set in place a series of events that controls our thoughts and keeps them civilized. We pour through thousands of ideas a second in Cincinnati searching for that next perfect solution to reality.

The way that Cincinnati was applying the computer to its culture was emblematic of how Cincinnati does everything. Were there professional sports before baseball? No. Not the way Cincinnati set it up. We are home base for cultural progress and we develop symbols in Cincinnati that guide our language discourse. That computer is emblematic of how big we think in Cincinnati.

Lucius walked away from the window as the sunlight caressed his face and blessed him as the saint that he was. He walked past a man that was passing wind every thirty seconds and stinking up the air and laughed. He went out into the sunlight and made his way to the workers station. There were about six nurses doing various duties like standing there chewing gum, painting nails, surfing the web on IE no doubt, and one of them was talking on her cell phone. Lucius walked up to the woman that was talking on her cell phone and said “Hello.”

“What do you want?” said the nurse with all of the politeness as Shanaynay from Martin.

“I was hoping to get some pen and pad so that I could write?” said Lucius with all of the Patience of the Pope.

This nurse had tufts of green in her hair; her nails were each three inches long. Lucius would call her ghetto if she didn’t have a job but since she does she is just unique.

“What do you want to write about before I get the paper?” said the Woman channeling her inner Whitney from A Different World.

“I was hoping to write about life and love and technology and my place in this world that created me. I was hoping to write some comedy and some drama and some tragedy. I want to pass the time here favorably and I just thought maybe you could help me with some paper.” said Lucius the Shakespearean Author.

“Oh! You want to write about all that? I’ll give you two sheets of paper and this pencil. When you need more paper come back and ask me.” said the woman with long nails who was now channeling her inner Pamela like she is talking to Martin herself.

Lucius the Disrespected laughed. Two sheets is two sheets. He heads back into his room oblivious to what is happening to the world outside. While Lucius is looking at his sheets of paper the world outside is watching his life.

There is a massive contingency of people who are staring at a computer monitor bigger than Paul Brown stadium and they are watching a man being reprimanded by his mother, ignored by his father, shunned by his brother and sister and talking on the phone with his brother. There are pockets of people crying in the streets whenever they see the mother throwing shoes at him because on the right side of the screen is the writing of poetry and the speedy creation of the most beautiful words ever crafted. This was an artist that was being witnessed. He was someone that writing came naturally to and was someone that developed his craft steadily. People were starting to realize that this was a real man. It was at the moment that they saw his dream of the computer that they realized he was on earth right now. Nearly instantly the hash tag #WhoIsHe became the most popular on Twitter. People were developing the inclination to find this man. There were images of the computer from the vantage point of having been in Cincinnati.

Lucius the Waldo rested his head slowly on his bed. He took off his shirt and rubbed his chest. Then he closed his eyes and turned his head to the side. He was comfortable.

As he uploaded his consciousness to the cloud he felt an incoherent chill flow through his body. It was the most comfortable and remarkable sensation. It felt like a mild orgasm was flowing through his whole body. It pulsed in and out and then dissipated as he began to hear a voice.

“I thought you would like that.” said the voice of Lucius’ Own Personal God.

“What was it?” said Lucius the Relaxed.

“That is our gift to you. We cannot give you iPods or Fire Tablets but we can give you sensations. Our reward system for you and just our way of thanking you is through the sensations that you experience daily. It might seem like little but if you think about it a body orgasm is the greatest gift a man can receive. For a man the orgasm is the pinnacle of achievement. We are giving you custom orgasms that we feel will remind you that you are working for someone special. You work for us now. You work to bring about the type of future that you deserve to experience. You are one of the masters of your species. From as far back as Muhammad and Jesus to Plato and Socrates you are the inception of a generation seeking information about something that they know is important. Most people don’t have the patience to spend time exploring the internet. You have been playing with it off and on for the last twenty years. You used to spend all your time at the library and now this came along. You were destined for this Information Age and now you are the one creating the information. I want to spend some time with you. You might think you are in danger but you are not. We have people working to protect you no matter how bad it gets in the moment … just know that there will be another moment. It is impossible for you to lose touch with your consciousness. We have this hospital probed deeply fourteen hundred years from now and we are applying your principle of exploring where someone was. Apparently Humans leave a footprint on the fabric of space and time and your work that you are doing helps us decipher the concept that if we place a probe where your mind was it will be like putting a probe where your mind always will be. We just have to locate a space that only you have been. That moment where you placed your head in the corner. We caught it on camera, you are the only person that ever went there and because of that we placed a probe there and from that point we are accessing your complete cranial activity. The body is connected to the mind always and there is one place where the future and the past and the present all take form and that is in your mind in that space in the hospital. We know where you are and how to follow you because you have been in quite a bit of media.” said the voice.

Lucius was shivering with pleasure as the future was placing cold chills through his body in pulses. He now knew why women went in search of multiple orgasms as there was nothing greater than a small chill running through your body reminding you what pleasure is. Just pleasure, not ecstasy, not euphoria just a mild pleasure was pulsing through Lucius’s the Pleased’s body.

A doctor of pillage had come into the room. Doctor Pill Giver was watching the television and piecing together some pieces. He was looking at Lucius. Lucius was obviously in REM sleep but it couldn’t be him on the Master Screen. The doctor was contemplating the idea that the person they are searching for was Lucius the Suspect. He saw an image of his visage talking to someone on the television. He knows Lucius is dreaming of him but the image was blurry it might not have been him, but what if it was. What if the person that the future was looking for was right here in this room? The doctor was thinking to himself, he couldn’t talk to anyone of his peers about this but Lucius was not leaving this hospital. As a doctor it is possible to ruin someone’s life in the psychiatric profession. Most doctors have ethics and social moiré’s but doctor PillPush had this practice of choosing patients to send to long term treatment. He figured he didn’t go to college not to have some perks in life and knowing that someone was being ruined brought pleasure to him. Maybe Lucius wasn’t the person but the very fact that Lucius might be special is enough of a reason to temporarily ruin his life. His dreams are beautiful his thoughts are beautiful and it might be him but he is under the doctor’s control and this doctor had the demise of Lucius in mind.

He was walking over to Lucius and he wanted to try and experiment. He turned on the live feed of the computer channel streaming the dreams and while he was watching he shook Lucius, hard. Lucius woke up angry as fuck and almost swung on the doctor but the thing is. The dreams stopped almost at the same time as the swinging Lucius.

Lucius wanted to know what was going on and the doctor just thought for a moment began asking Lucius some questions.

“What were you dreaming of?” said the doctor believing that Lucius had no concept of what was transpiring. “I WAS dreaming of just feelings really. Colors and a voice.” said Lucius the Subject. “What was the voice you were dreaming of telling you?” said PillPusher.

“Mostly that I was an amazing writer and that I have a bright future.” said Lucius the Author.

“Does this voice speak to you often?” said PillPusher. “I mean when I dream I usually hear voices. See images and story lines.” said Lucius the Narrator.

“Your bipolar disorder may be more severe than I thought. I want to keep you here for observation for a couple weeks so that you can stabilize.” said the Doctor of Pill Pushing.

“Doctor I am really fine. I am just creative that’s all.” said Lucius Lacking the Ability to Understand the Depth of the Coldness of Science.

“You threw a window through a computer and I find that highly disturbing. I want to work with you and possibly consider involving you in long term psychiatric treatment because from what I can tell you might be a danger to yourself. You show signs of extreme mania and the frequency of your pushups indicates that you have manic energy. I believe that we will be increasing the dosages of your medications and I might be putting you also on haldol and geodon.” said the doctor of Pill Pushin.

“You want me on four medications?” said Lucius the HIGHLY Skeptical.

“We are trying to sedate your energy and bring you to a more normal plateau.” said the doctor of pill pushery,

“I mean I know I messed up with the whole computer through the window thing but I have led a fairly normal life for the most part. I write and go to parties but that is just about it.” said Lucius the Infirmed.

“Do you do drugs at these parties?”said the doctor of None of His Business.

“I smoke pot, but I know it’s legal so there is no problem.” said Lucius the Party Animal in Captivity.

“I must say you sound like you could be experiencing something more profound than just bipolar disorder. I need to study you. I want to research your illness and find a suitable treatment for you. Tell me do you know about what is happening outside?” said the doctor of Pill Pushing.

“I know that there is a giant computer that I am the biggest fan of being deployed out into society and that if you have an Ohio driver’s license you get to use the computer or rent your time to an outsider from the city. I know that Cincinnati is the focal point of production in the digital world because of that computer. I know that I am looking forward to promoting my website by using it. “said Lucius the Reasonable.

“Did you know that it’s been taken over by an unknown force?” said the doctor of nonsense.

“No man. That’s crazy can I go watch some television?” said Lucius the Uncaring.

“No, I actually want to ask you something. Do you believe in the future Lucius? Do you believe that the future is looking out for your best interest?” said the doctor of crossing over the line.

“Doc, all I believe in is the future. It is something that we build and I want to see a beautiful future so I am helping to build what I believe will make the most sense to the most people.” said Lucius the Hearted.

“Do you hear voices when you dream?” said the doctor of crossing the line.

“Yes. Especially in the last few days. I hear very distinct voices.” said Lucius the Powerful.

“Would you believe me if I told you that I believe that you have been chosen by the future to be the main source of entertainment for our generation?” said the doctor of saltiness.

“I think you are overstepping your professional boundaries.” said Lucius the Really Real.

“I just want to see what is best happen for everyone. I want to ask you to write something for me. I want you to imagine that you are writing a letter to God about what life was like while you were alive.” said the Doctor of sleep.

“You want me to write a letter about what this was like?” said Lucius the Inquisitive.

“Yes I think it would be a healthy exercise. I want you to write a eulogy for yourself in essence. It’s a standard professional practice and I believe you will learn a lot about yourself in the process.” said the Doctor of Deception.

Lucius the Intuitive’s intuition kicked in. For the first time in his life he felt powerless. He had no family and his friends all worked at LPK. No one really wanted to visit him. He typically spent his time alone writing and he worked professionally but lately the stress of being a solitary creative worker had driven him to strange behavior and maybe there was something wrong with him. Maybe this doctor was doing something for him that he couldn’t do for himself. He was going to get better and he was going to go out and make some new friends. There was a major part of him that felt like he was too old for friends. That he was too old to spend time with others but are you ever too old for friends?

Chapter Seven: Gentlemen We Have Two Mysteries To Solve

Bill Gates was staring at a three dimensional imaging system that Cal Tech developed to visualize IP network systems in detail. Gates was just livid staring at one point. There was an IP address that looped in on itself in the distribution matrix and Gates wasn’t talking to anyone. He was just thinking. He knew that that the software was rock solid. he knew that the time codes were uncrackable. He knew that a loop meant an infinity error and he knew that right where that loop was happening was the University of Cincinnati’s Quantum Computer and the astonishing Computeristica. Either Steve Jobs himself hacked this or time travel was a very real reality. Gates looked down at his watch and pondered the idea that that the clock was simply an agreement among men and that real time cannot be measured and that real time cannot be fathomed. He thought about how little he knew about time and how much he knew about clocks. He wondered if clocks had anything to do with time. Clocks measure the movement of gears in clocks. What is time though? Gates picked up a reefer cigarette that he had been saving for his break. Bill Gates was smoking to the inception of Microsoft and the creation of a business model that would serve as the fundraising arm of the Infiniti nary Processor. He was just standing there inhaling the smoke and Gates doesn’t cough when he smokes Kush. There were about fifteen technicians in the room and about nine of them sparked blunts and Gates turned around.

“Gentlemen, we have two mysteries to solve. One , we have to figure out who that computer wants us to find and two we have to figure out how that rock solid computer built from diamond parts and coupled with infinite terabyte storage space because it’s up-linked to forty eight satellites in infinite orbits. That computer lasts forever. There is nothing that computer does not know, there is nothing that computer cannot identify and it is my contention that our grandchildren’ grandchildren are watching us. We are this far along, my children’s children might be bold enough to visit their great grand parents in their prime. This could be the inception point. This could be our moon landing but I know I have trouble accepting it. This might be a truth that is debated until we achieve immortality ourselves. I am Bill Gates and I make pc’s. Guys I have to tell you, I think our job is basically done. We can smoke good for life now. What more does the world want from the computer industry than an Agent of Time Displacement Such as This. They want more of This. Each one of those computers is going to be more powerful than the next and this applicon predates a movement to go from the personal computer to the community computer. Why sell 100 PC’s when you can sell 1 quintabyte computer and develop a community center around it. The computer is too special to be housed at the home. You are not meant to be computing alone, it needs to be community oriented and you know what scares me. I have no idea how time travel is possible … I am just staring at this loop and now I know that it is. How do you build a time machine, on accident?”

There were roughly forty eight programmers in the room with Bill Gates and they had been programming for years and it suddenly occurred to everyone. The moon had just landed on the earth. The stars had just exploded and time travel was found to be expertly possible. Not only was it possible but it was possible the way drinking milk was possible. No one fainted. No one gasped. There was stillness in the room. Everyone felt religious in their scientific origins. For the expanded expanse of human history there was knowledge of time but it existed primarily of children talking to parents and that was the extent of it. Bonded through genetics humanity was in tune with itself with great great grandchildren wanting nothing more than to see their creator’s creators. The driving motivation of this technology was embedded so deep in human psyche that when it hits you how real it is you just stand there and life moves on. You feel more watched as you realize that in this computing age there are more inputs than ever before in human history. There are more points of contact to study and be studied. The future archeologists start their work with this computer the Infinitude. It is the single most empowering device ever created. Fuck fire for that you just rub a couple sticks together, the Infinitude is like fire to the power of fire to the power of powers of fire on fire in comparison of importance. Bill kneeled down and became silent. The other programmers knelt as well in an effort to just absorb. There was no god involved as they were all atheists but they would forever worship the computer from this moment on as their created. They would worship what was created more than what created as they stared at that computer that they had been using for decades in their careers and when all of the technology that culminated in the finest piece of information they had ever seen , they wept. It was humbling to see the protocol work and now there was so much that was necessary to do. Bill Gates had to call the motherfucking president. He had to inform the motherfucking president and drop a freestyle on Jay-Z’s voicemail because … Jay-Z was the motherfucking president of the mother fucking world. Hova was going to be receiving a phone call that better involve a dope beat that would notify him that his pet project was working in ways that could not have been predicted by men that do not know what Jay-Z knows.

It was a strange world that made all the sense to everyone. That little IP address with the forward motion address was siphoning more data than what existed in the computer. It was downloading information and uploading data with tremendous speed but it wasn’t putting load on the computer.

Bill Gates was sitting at the terminal staring at the 5ft by 3ft screen in front of him and he was astonished. He was just watching files upload and download when there were no users present on the machine. They all linked to a single account. The Poets Lawyer It. A pseudo name. Bill spoke and said the following “I want every one of you to walk with explicit maturity as we begin to enter a new age. We have words yet spoken a formal decree that we are to share with our friends and family members. Most people would say to contact the military but who are they going to fight? This is a multimedia computer and its sole purpose is to be a dispensary of media. You might want to wake up tomorrow with your family and shoot a video. This might all turn out in ways we cannot fathom because this did. I see you standing there and I am grateful that I had the chance to work with you. You stand head and shoulders above any programming team I have ever encountered and for that work with me further. We have to have another opening of the computer. A post Infinitude convention. We are going to reconvene the entire planet and we are going to throw a new gala in Cincinnati Ohio. The first Cin is for the party but the second Cin is for the science. I want you to become artists and I feel like I am talking to myself because I am being told that we all have our future selves to speak with as we absorb the frequencies of the universe. This will be a slow progression over years as our minds encompass the possibilities that they have never thought about thinking about. You may believe in Gods but our future selves are who we are to worship and our future selves are to worship the children of the children of the children that the children are having. I feel connected as I speak to you as though we are experiencing a shift in consciousness, at least I am. Where is all of this? What is all of this? How did all of this come to be? I have an important message to share with you; there is a man among us who is dreaming the dreams on the monitor. He is the future emperor of earth in line with Halie Selassie in prominence and honestly I want to meet this man. He is a writer and he is on earth now and he has the capacity to bring us to places that we could never imagine on our own. I am being told that we are to search for this man like you would search for a savior. He was raised on the internet and is a first generation adult who performs miracles in his spare time when no one is looking for miracles. I am told that he is in North America but that we are to look for him if we really want to meet him.” said Gates.

The other programmers were stunned. That was the deepest set of words that a man has ever spoke in their presence and collectively people were wondering if others were hearing the soft voices that were flowing through the imaginations. One developer spoke up and said the following…

“I can hear myself. I can hear myself talking to me. It says that the world is not schizophrenic or bipolar and that the world was in fact telepathic with itself. There were mysteries unfolding in patterns that biblical scholars believe is a new age of Biblicism where there will be a new moses, there will be a new Jesus, and that these people are reincarnating in our midst to realign society with the new tool set that it has access to. We are going to be better people and we are going to strive for higher heights and we are going to stop waiting for God to do anything for us and we are going to do it ourselves. We are going to find the Gods among us and we are going to worship them. We are going to be doing what we should have been doing all along. Maybe the wars broke us in ways that we cannot imagine but it is time to heal. The way Arch Ferdinand Duke was killed prior to World War One Applicon was built prior to World Peace One. We are bringing peace through our efforts to explore the depths of what is possible in our lives. I am starting to feel warm. I feel a sensation of glowing inside of me that is permeating my pores and honestly I am excited. I love you all so much. I want to be remembered for the best things I have ever done and I want you to be remembered with me and we accomplished that with this computer. Bill you are the leader that I never thought I could aspire to work for and here I am sharing my future with you. We are right now our children are then their children are then but we all work in conjunction with each other in the most peaceful ways.” said the developer.

“I have a message too. Is this church? Is that computer the God we have been looking for. Did it just show up by our own hands? Did that computer reach out and save its creators for creating it? Are we fusing with the computer just through using it? Did we achieve a different kind of fusion, a fusion with the computer? Do we now have unlimited energy for our creativity? Will we use this computer to achieve fusion reactors? Will we align ourselves so that we can leave this planet for the moon in a sustainable fashion? Will we stop conning each other and provide this type of service for the world. There is a cultural war happening so we build a world wonder to solve the problem in excelcius deo. You may not know what that means but in excelcius deo means in full excellence. We treated earth like our client and now they are we are all of us are paying us for our work. Our lives will change for the work that we have done here and in that so much else will happen.” said the woman.

Bill gates was on his 4g phone and then his eyes widened and he walked out of the room. He walked down a hallway and got in an elevator. He was on the phone with Jay-Z. Jay-Z had called him.

“Bill, that’s a time machine isn’t it?” said Jay. HOV! “Hova, you have to understand it might be awaiting a freestyle of yours.” said Gates

“No you have to understand in plain view of the entire world you built a time machine. I like it. I need to let you know that we are sending the military to find him. I’m preparing my next freestyle for the future for real. I’m less worried about the computer and more worried about the kid or adult who this thing is looking for. I bet he is in the United States. I believe that with my power to influence every C-Span channel and news outlet that we can find this kid. You don’t know what is happening. People across the country are starting wake up out of war. People are starting to see the new world that they just weren’t looking at. I need you to know that that computer is changing the entire internet and every page is asking the question … Where is he? … the computer and the voice are telling everyone that it’s missing crucial components of information and it was expecting there to be this one person but no one knows who it is and all that is being sent are words and photos but the images are all Gaussian blurred out and work is being done to reconstruct the blurs but that has a few more hours left to be worked out. We know what a hoax looks like and a hack and this isn’t it. This is the real formation of a reality that is just better. I just live in a house now, I need to take that Black Gate down and invite people over for dinner that aren’t celebrities. I’m just an ambitious person Bill, I really am. I seek out better and more influential people to be around and that is my only secret that and I flow with absolute precision in the booth. Yo for real, when all is said and done, im about to geek out my YouTube channel geek. “said Jay. HOVA!

“Jay. Hova. Look. There is nothing wrong with being ambitious. It beats playing video games and watching football. I don’t mind the people that make the games and that play the football. It’s just the audience that I have problems with. We have too many audience members and not enough players. Your music videos changed my life. When you came out with the Blueprint 3 album I got my stunt on JAY. That’s why Windows 15 had every hip hop album ever created pre-installed so that when I get paid, ya’ll get paid. I’m glad you worked out that deal with Def Jam that you did that gave us exclusive rights to your platform of work. I program code. You program English. We lead different lifestyles because the effects of our art are different on society.” said the Gates of Creation.

Lucius was sitting there praying. He stood up and went over to the doctor.

“Doc, looks like the world is changing, mind if I dip?” said Lucius the Hopeful.

“Lucius you are not ready to leave and your problems are much deeper than you realize. Did you write that letter, that departure note?” said the Doctor Pill Pushery.

“I mean yeah, I felt really sad doing it but I mentioned how you are working to provide me with treatment and that maybe I do have a problem.” said Lucius the Sad.

“Alright I want you to take these medications they will help get you started.” said the doctor of deception.

Lucius the Coy smiled and took the medications. He placed them in his hand and did a deft transfer and made it look like he was taking the pills. The doctor looked on happy that he was providing earth with salvation of his own. The doctor felt that his years of service to the medical community had provided him with the respect that he would need to rule earth. He just had to kill this one person and earth would thank him. Why would anyone want peace? He thought this would be the new arch Ferdinand Duke and through killing the very man that would bring peace the world can enter into a new phase of warfare with psychiatry leading the way and this doctor being the new hero. He would receive the accolades for saving the weapons industry and the military and the police and the NSA and the FBI and Scotland Yard. He was just consumed with thoughts that he would be out of business if the world was more tolerant of its own so now that the change is happening and its strongest member is at his mercy. Kill him. Kill him and let him be a martyr to a cause that could never happen without him.

Lucius walked into his room. He tossed the pills into the toilet and flushed the toilet. It looked like too many pills to him anyways.

“Lucius you might want to lie down for a deep sleep.” said the doctor determined.

Lucius thought that was kind of strange way of putting it.

Khassa the Salvation enters the room and starts to do a headstand. He poses does a freeze and then rights himself.

Lucius the Endangered is cool with it.

Khassa the Dopeness starts talking and says the following…

“Lucius do you hear voices? I mean not debilitating angry voices but calm pleasing voices?” said Khassa the Enlightened.

“Yeah. I mean they are trying to inform me that my writing is the chosen writing of multiple generations and that I am meant to lead a revolution of thought.” said Lucius the Righteous Dude.

“Mine tell me that the way I treat food sharpens the entire dietary palette of the world.” said Khassa the Historical Chef.

“Well what do you eat?” said Lucius the Unfortunate Carnivore.

“Solely produce. Fruit vegetables nuts and seeds and water.” said Khassa the Perfectionist That is Not An Asshole.

The doctor came in and looked at Lucius. He was a bit puzzled. he gave him fifteen lithium and a dozen ambien. He was thinking to himself that he should be asleep deeply by now. Maybe this dreamer in this world is immune to our drugs. What if he is a time traveler and he is just laying low? What if this patient of mine … I have to start asking him about his dreams. The doctor was a little nervous. He wasn’t a supporter of celebrity. He thought most people that were deviant from society were mentally ill. Who gets on stage and shakes their ass, or who stands in front of people and raps, who wants to be divergent from society? This doctor wasn’t thinking about the fact that society filled the needs of everyone not just the studious types. It filled the needs of everyone from the homeless man that just wants to drink beer to the CEO that wants to own his own corporate jet. There is a place in society for us all and this doctor was enmeshed in ideas of dominance because Lucius was powerless in that hospital and in being powerless he had to find ways to earn his power. By tripping away the pills he kept his sovereignty in a small way.

This doctor stepped in on Lucius the Clever.

“Lucius may I interrupt.” said the doctor of Devilish ways.

“No you may not we are having a sovereign conversation and you are not welcome in our presence at this moment.” said Khassa the Powerful.

“Khassa will you leave the room.” said the doctor of drama.

“Bet.” and Khassa of Caving as he walked out of the room.

“But I am still Sovereign.” said Khassa the Pride back to the doctor.

“Lucius could you tell me about your dreams?” said the doctor

“You want to know if I am the dreamer?” said Lucius the Dreamer.

“No it’s a standard question.” said the doctor of deception.

“Alright I will tell you my dreams. When I sleep I dream beautiful colors and hear voices that put me through training. I go to parties, I start businesses. I go to war. I live lives in my dreams and spend time exploring the deeper realms of consciousness. My dreams put me in a place where I believe this life to be just another facet of my consciousness. I am more than this waking life; this is just a side of my Rubik’s cube. I am engaged in life and I engage in euphoria and fear. I am killed in my dreams. I am resurrected in my dreams. I don’t hear sound in my dreams though. It is always a visual experience. I will tell you that. I see in color and I experience sensations and I exchange ideas but I never hear anything. I am deaf but not mute in my dreams. I play basketball and I play pool. I get drunk and I smoke pot. My life in my dreams is just more interesting than what happens in this world. That’s why I write. I believe that if there is at least one reality in my existence where I throw myself at my writings that my reincarnation will be dovetailed more beautifully and that maybe this computer plays a role in reincarnation. How am I to know what this computer is but I do know that I am telling it that I am a god and that I am receiving god like dreams. Sometimes I dream of computer programming in my dreams, sometimes I dream of women. I believe in my dreams the way I believe in business plans and inspiration. They are real and they serve a purpose. I am glad that I am in this hospital right now under your care because I am learning that some things are transient. I know this is like a jail but I want to be jailed. I deserve to be jailed. I don’t deserve sleep but I deserve reprimand for my actions. I believe in the world that created me and gave me the dreams that I dream today. I honestly do not know how I was created but I know that my dreams give me reason to believe that I am a multifaceted organism that plays conscious roles in multiple realities some in the future some in the past and we are all connected through sleep. I am always the same person that I am but my dreams place me in a state of travel that no man woman or child can fuck with. When I am sleeping I go where I am explicitly supposed to go. You think civilization is easy to maintain. Consciousness requires consciousness to remain conscious. I am a leader in the conscious world and in my world of consciousness there are dreams that dream of dreams and I dream those dreams. You want to know if I am the dreamer in the computer. You want to know if it’s me. I can already tell you that it is. I can already tell you that that computer is displaying my dreams to the world to see. What else do you want to know? I am just waiting. I am just waiting for my destiny to come and grab me and propel me to the heights of leadership in this conscious world so that I can receive the blessings that this world deserves because when I receive a blessing you receive a blessing and we all receive blessings when any of us receive blessings. You know how I know it’s me. Because the Applicon talks to me. It’s a conscious unit of energy. That computer is complex enough to have computational thoughts, not human thoughts it’s different but that computer rests exactly where it is.

So yeah I am smiling at you doctor. I am telling you that I threw a computer out a window and that I am under your care and that you want me to take your little pills and you want me to receive your supposed treatment but I am telling you that there is nothing wrong with me. I am telepathic, I lead a different existence. You cannot treat me. You cannot pill me. You cannot divest me from my future where I lead the world into a new age of knowledge. I thought I was going to change the world as a corporate designer and solve problems one at a time but fuck that design is about the simplest most elegant solution and that solution involves me being world renowned for my thinking ability. I know I am ugly but my future has nothing to do with the world of models, it has to do with the realm of thought. You need me and Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung and Oppenheimer and Goldman Sachs people that surged forward in the realm of the mind pervade my being. My heroes are academic so I don’t need a six pack. I train on a keyboard and refine the words that come out of my mouth. I customize my thoughts to be of use to the most people possible. I think pop therefore I am pop. I am what this world needs. I am what this world is looking for. I am what this world is searching for seeking and pontificating about the existence of. Yes there are 7 billion people looking for me and I am right here under your care. I will just lay it all out on the line. I am a jovial person with the most serious ambitions. I am a leader of thought and in my leadership the world can learn about leadership. I am not a leader who looks for exposure I am a leader who plans for exposure by creating thought provoking amazing titillating works of art. You want to know who I am and what I dream about? You want to understand my dreams? I want you to think about this for a moment. I have been training on that computer for decades searching and thinking and reading about our most contemporary thought. I haven’t had time for books because they were written yesterday and I wanted to know what was being thought about today.

You think your pills have any effect on my genius? You can pill me into comatose but all that will happen is that I will recover and even if you pill me into retardation I will still be a genius retard. I will solve retard problems with genius flare. You are dealing with a force that you cannot fathom and that force is ever vigilant and confident with the braggadocia of a Real MC. I master the ceremony of writing and I build bridges to infinity’s children through the words that I am sharing with you. No don’t go anywhere stay there I am not finished. You need to know who you are dealing with. I come from a generation of dreamers and I am the lead dreamer. My dreams are the dreams of dreams and that computer is linked into my cerebral cortex tissue because when a ghost stands where I am it transmits my thoughts to the future where they are uploaded to the Applicon and sent back in time to the origin of where I am time coded. We build spirits in the future that explore the past through their presence. You would be me if you weren’t of evil intent. I am the purest vessel this earth has ever seen and my thoughts are the thoughts of thoughts. You want to know what I dream about? You want to know what I think about? I think about a vegan world where life is preserved and the forces of sleep are allowed to place their dead to rest. I believe that the dead should bury the dead while the living throws a party. I don’t mean that the dead should bury corpses, no that is the job of the living, but the spiritually dead should bury the spiritually dead in unknown ceremonies where the earth turns and no one listens to the cries of those that spent a lifetime doing evil. The evil are unaware of their evil and that is why they must be allowed to depart. This is a peaceful planet and we are engaged in spiritual warfare and the emergence of youth continually refines the problems of age I am here to referee the transition between what was and what will be. This government will not last in its present state, we reform it. This corporate America will not last in its present state, we will buy it. This religious system will not last, we will teach it. People come and go but buildings last forever and the buildings that your leaders cling to today will be our buildings tomorrow and we will pass them to our children as we pass buildings to children for generations to come.

This is what I dream of. You may think me foolhardy but think for a second. Doesn’t this sound like the writing of a thought leader? DO you think followers write like this? Forget about how I look just read the words and marvel. Look at what I am saying to you. Look at what I am writing to you. Look at what I am deciphering with you. Doctor. Can you cure me of the ills of responsibility? You intervened in a situation that you played no part in. You think you are a referee but really you are just a pill pusher. How can you possibly surmise the styles of consciousness that you are faced with. All that is necessary is to survive and you would tell me that I am ill? You don’t know what LPK did to me. You don’t know how they treated me. I know they deserved a computer through the window and just because that is foreign action to you does not make it illegitimate actions on my part. I deserve to be in criminal custody so that I can do my time and be rehabilitated and become a part of society. I do not require your treatment and I do not require your care but I will take your pills and humble myself before you because you are more powerful than I am here but out there. I am the hope of generations to come and from those generations comes my writing. You think that I don’t see what you are doing? You want to kill me and you want to kill my spirit. I know everything about you and also know that I am powerless to leave so please do not file me under your regular mental illness bracket. Freud never gave out pills he just talked to people and I can see your spirit scrutinizing mine. You want to know why I deserve this place in society and it’s because I think like this and because I write with as much passion. All my life has ever known is passion and I am filled with the passion of a Christ and I have people that I need to lift up to Christ status and I know from your practice and the way that you patronize me that you are just seeking to clean up a mess for your political party. You are trying to make the lives of your leaders easier as a good follower would but really my leaders outnumber your leaders because my leaders haven’t been haven’t been haven’t been haven’t been born yet and are coming in waves. We call it the Armada of the Youth and your leaders are coming out of your wombs and we are going to decorate your graves with YouTube videos of which you were, how you did things, and why we should never let the compassionate artists ever lose control again because you cannot legislate life. There are quintillions upon quintillions of permutations of scenarios that every man woman and child must face and you think your little DSM can resolve what you consider to be illness. What about your illness where you presume you have the right to interject into my complex artistic life and tell me what I should be doing that is normal.

I was raised on pop stars and rappers and poets and I fell in love with a beautiful life and how dare you step in and tell me that my life is bipolar when I am a genius that you cannot understand. I have been around the world and I have been a performer. You are a pill pusher you earn your living conning people into taking your placebos but I speak truth and improve lives in real fashion. If you were a real doctor you would be more concerned with just talking to me helping me work out my problems. You combine a lack therapy from medication and I can already tell you are a part of a flawed system whose buildings are ripe for inheriting. Your ways will not be passed on. Your generation was one of foolhardy value diminishment. You want to know what I dream about? I dream about inheritance not take over. I dream of a generation of absolute power passing that power on to a younger generation who will be refereed in this technopolitan world. You built computers and did not develop the infrastructure to teach the world how to use your creation. You just kept building and destroying your culture one widget at a time until a breach point was reached where what you had to teach no longer applied. Upon the sleep of Steve Jobs I began to own the computational age. Rappers talk about King of the Game … well I am Christ of reality and in that reality my dreams take precedence over yours. You dream of tit fucking in taxi cabs while I dream of building weather controlled sky scrapers in Antarctica so that we can continue to build our magnificent presence here on earth as a civilized human civilization.

There is nothing you can give me tell me or show me that is going to take me away from my destiny as the dreamer of the free world. That computer was meant for me to use, that computer was built for me to use, and that computer was created for me to use. I am going to use it. I am going to solidify my place in the long now history book. I am going to transform thought and I am going to heal the minds of trillions of people yet to be born and my words are going to be sent to intergalactic organizations and aliens are going to transcribe my writings into their own languages as we build a social network between a federation of planets. You think about whether or not I am going to take your pills, I think about whether or not you realize your dreams are dying every time you give up your soul to incubate a spirit of malaise in your patients. You have your Bell’s Curve and you want everyone to be bubbled in the middle and when you realize your patients are on the right or the left side of the bells curve. You are trying to medicate everyone that isn’t of average intelligence and ability into average intelligence and ability because it is in that sweet spot that people are still smart enough to get work done and yet not so smart as to question the management or leadership system that has benefited from an early lead in the industrial revolution. A couple families had intellectual breakthroughs and they early on treated their breakthroughs in consciousness and leadership and flock acquisition as so valuable that they would subjugate an entire nation so that they could feel the power that comes from being in control of a populace. Then they built a computer in their capitalistic tradition and passed them out like candy and now someone like me has one attached to an information network seeking information and we are beginning to make the transitional changes necessary through art and through culture and we are improving what you degraded. This country used to be about leadership in the positive sense that the best of us used to go to Washington DC to try and lead our nation and play the neutral role between aristocrat and artist. Politicians used to be neutral and then they were bribed into believing that the aristocrats were more valuable than the artists and the police believed the same lies and now we are faced with a government that favors the people that feel entitled as opposed to the people that are entitled. Every family fortune in existence today was not built it was inherited and those that inherit wealth think it’s paper but those that create it realize it is a symbol related to how many problems were solved for how many people, how many services were successfully rendered. Great business is a simple solution to a complex problem.

Your problem is that you think I need your pills; my problem is the fact that you believe your pills have any power over the human mind whatsoever. You think your little plastic capsules can affect the human mind? No. You are foolish.

So when do I get out?” said Lucius the Scientologically Clear.

The doctor just stood there and he dropped the pills he was going to give to Lucius on the floor. He walked out of the room.

The doctor’s mind was racing. He felt jealousy he had never encountered before since the inception of his existence. All he knew was that that man was going into solitary confinement. He must not be allowed to speak to other patients. He must not be allowed to engage in conversation with nurses. He must not be allowed visits. He must not be allowed to engage in discourse with anyone. I can kill that man. I can save my career. I can save my field. I can save my heritage. I can save my nation. I can save my planet. I love this world the way it is. I love the fact that the derelicts have nothing, I love the fact that going to college prepares you for wealth. I will not believe that self-educated people trump listening to a vested professor. These pills are worthwhile; I have saved lives with these pills. These lithium pills are more than just extenze pills for male enhancement. They serve a real function. I have tests. I have charts. I have experiments. I can tell in every situation that these pills inhibit bipolar disorder. I have never met someone more bipolar. He just unloaded fifteen minutes of discourse. That’s too much thinking for one man to do. Alright. Think for a second. Be a professional. We must study this man. We must keep him under observational lock and key because he could hold the key to his entire generation’s bi-polar epidemic. Our statistics show that that the world is ever changing into a mentally ill environment. If I have to be a martyr to my field I will at least be remembered for taking a keystone figure and creating a cure for mental illness from him. That man Lucius Pixel is the Alpha and Omega of mental illness and from him is going to come a cure. I can cure mental illness if I have a patient like him. I can test non-lethal medications and treatments on him to and whittle him down to the point where he is normal. My God he thinks he is the dreamer. He firmly believes that that computer is not subjected to a computer virus, he believes that a ghost is transmitting his thoughts to the future. That is unacceptable. I have never encountered a patient this ill before. I must immediately file the probate papers that will place him under my absolute care and regimen for an extended period of time. I believe this candidate deserves to be placed under long term treatment and I will not have a delusional heretical misfit out in a world that he very well could convince belongs to him. This man might be the very Anti-Christ that the prophecies foretold. It’s 2156 and I know the bible to be the inerrant word of God and my entire faith is based around believing that people like him may come and usurp the throne of Christ. I have to believe that I can dispel a tragedy of thought from occurring. We can change his mind. We can bring him to our faith. We can teach him the ways of Jesus Christ and we can reformulate his synapses through medication. It may take years but he can be a force for good. I cannot in right mind kill this man. He is ill. I must remember my Hippocratic Oath and I must save this man. I thought the best way to deal with him would be to medicate him into uselessness but instead I am going to hide him. I will place him in solitary confinement and make up a story that he tried to become violent with me. I will meet with him again and scream that he tried to hit me. Then I will place him under sedation and he will awake in a place where no one can find him, where no one can communicate with him. I will place him in a cell and will feed him three times a day. I will take care of him. What if Sigmund Freud had had a patient like him? How much good could there have been for psychology in the world … I could be the next Sigmund Freud because of him. I could write my magnum opus on this patient. He is the cornerstone to an entire counter culture way of thought.

This is like stumbling upon the workings of a nuclear bomb in the human intellect. I must diffuse him. I must keep the status quo status quo. I am a doctor and my job is to deal with aberrant psychology and bring it directly in line with healthy salient lines of thought. I can help this man. I can prepare him for the professional world. Fuck, he could be a professional patient. I could apply for a grant to put him up in special housing so that I would have sole access to him on a long term basis. It wouldn’t be a prison but I could contact the authorities that I have found a treasonous individual who is using the constructs of time to wage war against their generational plans. There is so much that I need to do in order to contain this virus that this man suffers from. It’s no wonder he was fired and if he feels as free as to be able to throw a computer through a window. He has too much freedom. His sovereignty has gone too far and in that sovereignty I must bring him back into a capitalistic mind frame. Capitalists capitalize on raw materials found in nature and I found him, you are damn right I am going to capitalize on this man. My children will live in mansions and will sell my books for years because what I am about to write about this man will change psychology forever, I am the new Freud and I just found my first patient but everything he said made sense, it’s like he is on the same planet but not from the same world. I believe I can treat him and teach him the ways of the world and pull him out of his fantasy thought the doctor.

The doctor very calmly walked out of the room and went over to an orderly.

“I just want to let you know that that patient tried to attack me and I need him placed in protective custody.” said the doctor practicing his practice.

The orderly smiled. “That’s my favorite thing to do.” said that burly sized man.

The orderly calmly went into the room where Lucius the Valuable was standing … waiting.

“Did I say something wrong?” said Lucius the Knowing.

“No not at all, it was attacking a doctor that brought me here.” said the orderly.

“If I fight you will call others won’t you?” said the T.I. in Lucius Preparing for a Tip Drill.

“Yes I will.” said the orderly.

Lucius the Betrayed and Cogent then said “Alright, where are we going?”

“You promise not to fight?” said the orderly.

“I didn’t fight to begin with. I know what is happening. I have no need to fight.” said Lucius the Caged Ghandi.

The orderly then escorted Lucius out of the room and to the left. Khassa the Knowing was interrupted by the largest smile Lucius the Teeth Barer had ever had. He hit a nerve. His confidence was his illness in this world. A confidence bred from years of praise in elementary secondary and collegiate education. The orderly opened a large white door and Lucius the Imprisoned calmly walked in. Lucius turned around and said “Hey, at least you get a paycheck.” the orderly was confused by the statement but agreed that yes indeed he did at least get a paycheck. The doctor came over to the window and looked in after Lucius the Jailed Within Jail. He was now in confinement squared. Locked up in Lock Up.

“Lucius you must understand this is for you own good.” said the doctor of Old Earth.

“The ends justify the means I suppose.” said Lucius of New Earth.

“You can help so many people Lucius I need you where you are for my own professional reasons. I made a professional decision and I have my field and my career to think about in posturing you like this.” said the doctor.

“This is a padded room.” said Lucius the Astute.

“Yes it is. I have to go though there are other patients to attend to. I will speak with you tomorrow.” said the doctor.

Lucius was standing in a cubical room with a small six inch thick mattress on the floor covered in vinyl plastic. The walls were slightly padded but Lucius wondered about the padded room padding industry because who in the right mind goes into the padded room padding industry and thrives enough to be in business. Lucius laughed to himself and threw himself against one of the walls. Good thing that padding is there or else this might hurt. Well all things being equal Lucius the Beautiful knows there is no point in fighting an absolutely hopeless battle where the option to run or not participate is not part of the equation. It’s a very Krishnan principle to enter into combat as little as possible as much as possible. That builds up trust in your adversary and improves the chances that they will become your friend through adversity. It is the peaceful that win all battles because what happens at the end of a battle. Peace. Who knows when a battle is over? The peace makers. Who knows what to do in times of peace … the peacemakers. Who has no clue how to function in a peaceful environment? The military minded. The military just sees a wide open battlefield that is never ending where the great peacemakers know how to wage a winning war and invested in their military plans are plans for what to do at the completion of the objective. For every violent mission there is a peaceful objective attached to it. That is how the peaceful forge relationships and conquer territories. The never ending military has no concept of peace, and how it may start as a defensive military presence but in line with keeping their lines of work with them a man that knows war and that lives war and that does not know what to do outside of war very well might be afraid of peace because training how to be violent is easy and requires less thought and reading than learning how to be civilized. Civilization takes the real work and is done by the people that tolerate the military. You have to work harder to wage peace than war because a military warrior just has to purchase a gun to become the dominant force in a situation but a peacemaker must take years to develop their relationships and artistic ability in order to be a leader and wage peace. You can start being violent tomorrow you can’t start being peaceful until ten years from now and it’s always like that.

So Lucius is in his new digs and he is diggin it. Never thought I would end up in solitary confinement. Then he does what he does best. He lies down on the mattress and closes his eyes and begins to dream a dream of a thousand dreams. This would be the first time that he tried to outwardly communicate through the Infinitium. If it was him then he was going to test his lucidity. What kind of uplink did he have? How strong was his resolution? He knows that dreams are passive and that he has no control over them but if he drifts slowly to sleep and focuses on a message before going to sleep he might be able to transliterate his thoughts through the dream capturing interface.

Lucius starts counting sheep. 1 sheep 2 sheep 3 sheep 4 sheep 5 sheep…. and he was off into a milky dreamscape.

There was a massive audience of people that were still lingering in the wake of what they knew was their generations mark point in history. They were holding their iPads and their iPhones and their iPods and they were capturing as much information as they could in line with the principle that historic events are denser in computational memory than typical events that happen every day. There were people singing for the computer, there were people telling their life story, there were people intensely cataloging every one of their Facebook contacts so that they could be known as a highly social creature. There were tweets occurring, there were music play lists being created. There was music being created. There were rappers. There were painters. There were even mimes.

Oh the mime. The purist of the artists. This creature goes out to exist in its own world. It mimics real life with a painted face and lets you remember exactly what it is that our motions in life are. There was a meme going around the /b/ bulletin to have an Occupy Wall Street Venture inhabited with a million mimes. It was the million mime march that had descended upon Cincinnati and every motion that human existence was capable of was being crafted and body paint prices were going through the roof as supplies for striped suits and berets and face paint was in the highest demand since the Tulip Wars of Denmark back in the 1700’s. You can tell that that dawn of Aquarius was upon the world as the entire world had now new reason to be jealous of the freedom of the United States of America because they may hold a gun to your head but they are dancing while they do it and smiling. Their population was experiencing the singularity in its cultural fashion as the real singularity has nothing to do with petaflops and terabytes instead it has to do with deeper ways of saying “I love you.” and more profound explorations of the English language. The deeper we get into this language the deeper we get into our reality. The words refine our visions of what is. You start your career as a writer with single words and then you move up to sentences and paragraphs and then pages and then chapters and then poems and then mush and then you start to really find your voice. It’s easy to write a single poem. It’s easy to write a single hot line but a real writer searches for years through hundreds of poems hundreds of pages and hundreds of concepts until they find something that resonates with an audience of people that they can readily identify. A great writer shows you who you are and who you can be and delves into the depths of human subconscious and crafts sentences that build upon each other one at a time until a hotness is found a depth is found and a voice is found that can be shared. This event that was occurring with the computer would provide characters and messages for generations to come and every writer who was paying attention was taking careful notes about the events that were transpiring here at the Infinitium.

Amidst the elation that was occurring in the Pantheon of Majesty in the honor of the Queen City was a small beautiful noise that was starting to build. It was a rolling belly laugh that was growing and everyone in the pantheon began to astutely pay attention to the computer. The computer had started to laugh. Every prior dream had lacked audio but this time there was no visual. There was just a slow rolling laughter that kept growing in size and depth. It was a healthy laugh. It was a beautiful laugh. It was the kind of laugh that made you want to immediately know what the joke is about.

Then the images started to roll in. There were flowers. There were bees. There were apples. There were works of art. There were the faces of unrecognizable people being kind. There was a lucid visualization of colors and lights emanating from the machine. Then the voice stopped laughing and began to speak in a soothing auto tuned broken melody similar to that one auto tuned rapper T-Pain created that always had a hot sound to share.

Then the voice started.

“I’m back. I don’t know what you know about being back but I’m it. I’m back for you out there in Cincinnati celebrating the Infinitium and exploring the arts in beautiful fashion. I’m with you. I’m just getting my mind straight is all. You don’t need to worry about finding me. You don’t need to worry about spending time with me. I am with you. Just know that. Just know that I have access to television and updates on the news and I want to let you know that I am proud of you. I want to let you know that from the pop star to the poet I am proud of all of you. I believe our generation’s artists are the greatest artists that have ever lived. You will live on in infamy for the rest of time that has time to offer. You created new art forms and new ways of expressing yourselves. I see you New York. I see your cultural revolution. I see you Chicago. I see you Los Angeles and your work flows. I see your potential. Sit back in your seats artists and start thinking immortal thoughts. Be remembered. Be adulated. Be the people that explore what is possible in normal life. We all walk and we all talk but we don’t all walk and talk like you. I see you rapping. I see you singing. I see you playing guitar. I see you painting. I see you miming. I see you dancing. I definitely see you dancing. Dance above all other arts has been brought to the highest heights in this generation. I see you graffiti artists. I see you creating multimedia works of absolute astonishment. The computer was meaningless until you gave it meaning. It was a spreadsheet program until you probed the depths of its power and you found the art that changes lives like it has changed mine. This message would not exist without your art. Without your art we would be data entering widget purchasing fools with nothing to talk about. You are artists so shine like the stars that you are for every poem ever written to every photograph ever taken. You did something with your lives that far outshines what anyone thinks should be possible. You attracted the attention of billions of people to your stunning glory and for that I thank you. Thank you for adding interest and spark and thank you for waging the front lines of peace as you went into the unknown and took to the stage and the studio and crafted works that we will all be remembered for. You gave the future its start. You gave the future its obsession with creativity. You did all of that. Think less of this voice and think more of yourselves and what you would say if it was you dreaming the dreams of eternity’s dreams. Peace has to start somewhere and it does so with you and your expressions of the human condition. You teach us about love and you teach us about belonging and you teach us about beauty and you teach us about the best facets of our lives that we have yet to explore. I appreciate your work. I have watched every music video that has ever graced the television. I have listened to the radio. I have been to the shows. I was a poet. I was a spell caster with words because I knew they would do the most good for the most people. So worry less about me. I am where I belong. I am in a prison of sorts for my behavior. I am with you though Cincinnati. I can see you. Wait for me and I will find you and we will have our reunion but that time is not now. Thank you for your love and thank you for your creativity.” said Lucius the Leader at the peak of his dream sonicary.

The doctor was watching television and at that moment he ran over to see if Lucius was sleeping but Lucius was just sitting there. Like he had been awake the whole time. The doctor was hoping to get his confirmation that Lucius the Dreamer was indeed the voice but Lucius was just sitting there, stupid like a puppy with teeth just as sharp.

“Sup doc?” said Lucius the Cartoon looking demure as a rabbit.

The doctor asked, “Have you been sleeping?” Lucius said “Nope. Why’d ya ask doc?” said Lucius the Character.

“The doctor said he wanted to make sure that Lucius was getting plenty of rest.” Lucius the Confident said “yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah.”

The doctor walked away utterly confused preparing to make phone calls to a number of other doctors as he was planning on putting Lucius through an intensive scientological verbalishity study. They were going to probe the depths of Lucius’s endurance and they were going to talk him to sleep and fill him with inspiration so that they could study whether the Infinitium was directly tied into Lucius’ subconscious. If they could just prove that Lucius the Thinker was the voice speaking through the computer they could elect to do brain surgery to attempt to decipher the connection between Lucius and the computer and they could try and sever it through any means necessary.

Lucius did not know this but it would frighten him terribly if he did because he knew his brain was not connected to anything, it was what was connected to him that made the dream transfer possible. There was a ghost following Lucius. A formless ghost that existed in the future and when coupled with him served as a conduit between here and there for information dissemination purposes and propogatory purposes.

Chapter Eight ::: Give Credit Where Credit Is Due

Bill Gates was weeping with anger. He was supremely furious that the computer would not even mention computer programmers in its soliloquy. He was beside himself that his very creation would not even thank him for its being. He saw his work he saw the art as a byproduct of his art and didn’t wish to establish any connections between metaphors or disruptions of natural patterns of information dissemination he just saw something more efficient because of his life’s work. His computational mind does not compute that he taxed society in ways that even the future shakes its head at. The only reason why time travel is necessary is to create a transitional cultural exchange to keep society stable as it reels from far too much change too quickly created. Culture caught up but it realized that it shouldn’t have had to. We could have enjoyed football games in the fall and dancing in the dark but capitalism is what it is and doesn’t think of anything but more and different. Not better just different. Well now Bill was working to understand that his logic failed him. We didn’t need the computer improved we needed our society improved and there is nothing that a computer helps us do that we cannot do ourselves and why shouldn’t we do it ourselves. I hate you Bill. Steve, another story. He saw what Bill Gates was doing and he saved society in the sense that he catered to and invested in the arts. We don’t need financial tracking services we need understanding of our existence. First and foremost we need the facts about how to live the most beautiful lives that we can understand. We need less technological innovation and more sociological innovation in light of this technological innovation. We live in an age where our words photos and music can be sent anywhere, done. We are done. This computation project is done with the Infinitium. We need this and we need to take care of it. The computer business is going out of business because they were a project whose purpose was to serve the arts and they did so and now they are done. There is no more innovation in the tech arts. There are too many people speaking a radioactive language that demeans culture and reduces content to 1’s and 0’s. Well there are some frequencies of 1’s and 0’s that resonate with the human spirit and this is one of them. The ghost in the machine has been we the whole time. Bill enjoy your foundation … we are building a new one anyways. You hack of a billionaire. You did more harm than good and you can tell because nothing improves sociologically. There were no advances in society in fact we gained bipolar and schizophrenia and adhd and you are at fault for that. Your name will be remembered as a peddler. You were the best peddler there ever was and your work was inferior to a man that saved us from thousands of years of bugs and viruses for years to come because you never cared. You cared about your model but you didn’t care about your product. I hate you on a very esoteric level I can have dinner with you and discuss this with you but even you Bill can’t buy my love and for your short sightedness socio-politically your memory will be reprimanded for all time as we will put you in every movie Steve Jobs is in and we will just remember that 1% deviation at the beginning leads to 1000% deviation at the end you virus peddling bastard.

Bill was sitting there. Time travel. Through the computer. Because it rested in one place for centuries. That would be possible. I built a time machine and didn’t know it. Bill was trying to fathom how all of this came to pass. How did the computer go from a database entry node to a masterpiece of human achievement. He smiled to himself because he had built a time machine. He was in the office trying to fathom his place in the universe. He was beside himself with confusion. It had all seemed so clear. Help the present be in the present more presently he had been so obsessed with innovation that he never thought about the amount of time it took for society to keep up. How sad.

Every news agency in the world was agog. The search was on. The entire infrastructure of the world economy had gone into search mode. That voice had to be coming from right now. It was too present. It was too deliberate. It discussed too much contemporary society. It alluded to being where it needed to be, but where was that? Celebrity meant no more for the moment…artistry meant nothing more for the moment, Tech, Politics, everything and everyone was in search of Waldo. That little man with the red and white striped hat and shirt was lost somewhere among 7 billion people and 6,999.999 were accounted for but one person, the main person, the most important person, the person that achieved the highest level of celebrity ever, the man that gave the greatest compliment was being sought out feverishly. It was like Truman was lost and they had a Truman in their midst that didn’t even know he was Truman or did he. Did Steve Jobs create a work of art so dazzling that he would in his sleep leave life a gift? What was it that was driving this work of art in the making of a generational contraption turned into a speaker box for an oz that would send laughter and tears down the faces and suspense across the globe. Every language was focused on this one man that no one knew anything about other than a beautiful laugh and had the most pleasant things to say. Was he the new CEO of Apple? Was he a hacker? Was he really from the future? Was he born of a woman? Was he beautiful? Was he a she? Why did they auto tune his voice?

Websites were popping up across the globe as people were scouring the internet for signs that were nowhere to be found. Dan Rather, Connie Chung, and Barbara Walters all reclaimed their thrones as the top news anchors of the moment and Walter Cronkite even CAME BACK FROM THE DEAD to be able to cover this spectacle that was occurring on earth. It was similar to the 1999 global art project where the whole world was in sync for a moment of brilliance as for 24 hours there was art being produced steadily in performance fashion. A project that should have been pushed into perpetuity so that the entire globe could be encased in art forever. You are on as an artist every 24 hours and we work in 24 hour shifts to perterbate any violent or ill mannered thought on the planet. The nations of the world were searching for open graves, digging into basements, scouring every point of origin on earth except for one place.

A small holding cell in the University of Cincinnati Hospital where Lucius Pixel the One You Are Searching for was being kept hidden by a doctor who wanted to ultimately perform brain surgery on him.

The doctor was watching the news and was nervous. He had to prove that Lucius was in fact the dreamer because he knew that world didn’t know him like he knew him from the conversation that he had earlier. It was going to be a ridiculous route of the world if Lucius was placed in a position of celebretical authority. That position cannot be achieved by Lucius Pixel and in the wake of current conditions Khassa the Informed was paying attention. He noticed that everyone in the hospital was looking for someone except for Lucius who seemed serenely pleased and calm. People were on their cell phones asking about each other’s dreams, people were asking IS it you? Is it you? Is it You? Who is it?

Within hours every prison, hospital, and institution on earth was checked rechecked and everyone was speaking no it’s not me. Khassa the Righteous walked within earshot of where Lucius the Prepared was kept and then he on a very honest intuition set Lucius the Prepared up for his own special moment by asking as loudly as he could gaining the attention of all in the large room , Lucius is it you? said this creature. To whit, Lucius the Channel of the Future shrieked with every ounce of air his lungs could channel … IT’S ME! I AM HE YOU LOOK FOR! and a shattering silence swept across the hospital in exponentialistic speed. The doctor was stymied in way that he could not fathom. There would be no brain surgery. There would be no experiments. Khassa the Accurate stood there smiling. The doctor stood there shocked. Every cell phone went up and a wave of communication swept from point Alpha to every block, neighborhood, and synagogue on earth. Six degrees of separation happens very quickly in the internet age and apparently the whole world came at the same time. It was an orgasm of delight but one man stood in the way.

The doctor calmed everyone down and began to assure everyone that it wasn’t him. That he tried to attack him. That he wants to dismantle our society. You don’t know what he told me. You don’t know what he wants to do. Our Republican Empire will be finished. With this kind of attention, with this kind of adulation from the Democratic and Green and Independent and Libertarian party, there will never be another Republican candidate for years. The psychological community will be in shambles we might even have a dictatorship come to power. He is a powerful creature you must trust me to keep him where he is.

Khassa the Amused was standing over next to Lucius and was laughing his ass off.

“Do you have any idea what you are putting that man through? What did you tell him.” asked Khassa the Amused.

“That I am the resurrection of Jesus Christ and that my time has come.” said Lucius the Clever Normal Dude. “You did what?” said Khassa the Laughing. “I told him I was the second coming of Jesus Christ and that I was back to reclaim my kingdom for having persecuted me in the name of Pontius Pilate. I like the bible and I want to get involved, Let’s bring it back to life. Lets replay the bible as it would be today with people playing the roles.” said Lucius the Role Player.

“Stop stop stop. Lucius that is a real book it’s not a role playing game you can’t just do what you are doing and claim the most coveted role of all time. There needs to be an audition.” said Khassa the Practical

“Nope it’s me. I claim the role of Christ amidst seven billion people. If I am not going to have children I am going to have power and I am going claim all children as my own I am going to claim all peace as my own I am going to resurrect Osiris son of Horus and I am going to resurrect Zeus son of Isis I am going to resurrect Julius Caesar and Queen Diana and Attila the Hun and Reverend Al Sharpton and every other creature that could upon reference give me the power to let you know that I am the highest authority the world has ever seen in the arts and what I do with a computer is that I become it and I give consciousness where none existed before and I train planets. I am claiming my role as artist and this is my art these are my words that I am speaking to you now and from these words comes our change. We elevate our language to the highest heights again and reclaim the arts from Europe and we bring back our national pride and begin redeveloping its heritage and we formulate pieces of beautiful indecipherable language so that non-English speaking people just see a wall of text and we live our lives and we embark upon the greatest journey the world has ever seen and we do so with bravery in our artwork and we never stop breaking boundaries and if I am to be the first Infinitium artist then I want to see what an internet can do I want to see what the fuck twitter is capable of MySpace facebook foursquare. Get the fuck to work you are now in the presence of a King and this Christ says get the fuck to work!! The recession is over you see how hard I work I work in my fucking dreams and any of you that are listening to me on Skype I want you to pay attention the time for the recession is over and I want to see inspiration in your eyes and I want to see profits in your pockets from your hard work. Those that have ears to listen do so!” said Lucius the King of Kings of Art.

“Lucius stop this is ridiculous you are channeling too much power and you are catholic you’ll be killed by the protestant party just for being powerful and catholic.” said Khassa the Religious.

“But the future will defend me and we will loop this section of history over and over and over until we pass through with me through safely surviving. There is a safety lock on this moment in history and there is no you if there is no me. None of you can exist if I do not exist and when I die all of you die with me. I dream through the computer, I dream through reality, I dream and I write and I work and I defend the existence of love in this world with fervency that you have no conception of.” said Lucius the Christ King.

The doctor immediately ran over to where Lucius the Supreme Consciousness was standing and peered in the door. Lucius the Upper Room Attendant was standing there naked absorbing the pure essence of reality that surrounded him. He was obviously in the right place. When you have a god complex that is edified by the reality that surrounds you the hospital is the right place to be. Khassa the Clothed started laughing when he heard that Lucius was standing there naked screaming about being the Christ to the doctor.

The doctor spoke through the opening in the window and began asking questions:

“Lucius do you believe that you are the Christ?” said the doctor

“ABSOLUTELY. YOU CHOSE ME TO BE YOUR CHRIST AND I ACCEPT!” screamed Lucius experiencing honest Christ consciousness.

“Lucius do you know what a Christ is?” said the doctor

“Its something your science doesn’t believe in and it’s something your society cannot live without. Christs come only ever millennia or so and you don’t think new millennial leaders would miss out on appearing when your computers were being built? I learned about the essence of reality from these computers and wrote about how they will be ingrained into future societies and yes I am a Christ and Christ’s define to you what a Christ is, not the other way around.” said Lucius the Dreamer of Dreams.

“Lucius do you believe you are the dreamer?” said the doctor

“Yes. I have nothing more to say about that.” said Lucius the Dude of Dudes.

“It’s something your science doesn’t believe in and it’s something your society cannot live without. Christs come only ever millennia or so and you don’t think new millennial leaders would miss out on appearing when your computers were being built? I learned about the essence of reality from these computers and wrote about how they will be ingrained into future societies and yes I am a Christ and Christs define to you what a Christ is, not the other way around.” said Lucius.

“Lucius do you believe you are the dreamer?” said the doctor

“Yes. I have nothing more to say about that.” said Lucius the Author of Authors.

The doctor was immediately filled with a rage that he could not comprehend. He was not going to let this creature, this abomination of his species equip himself with the knowledge of a Christ and become one of the saviors of the world. Not a naked man who threw a computer through a window. This man was not going to be the Steve Jobs of religion. This man was not going to absolve two thousand years of culture between three major religions. He was not going to leave his care unless he admitted he was just a normal creature with normal abilities.

Lucius in all of his nakedity began to do pushups. The doctor watched as Lucius’s back went up and down with astonishing proficiency. The doctor in that moment hated Lucius more than words could comprehend. The doctor was thinking of all of the time that he spent going to church learning about the coming of a savior and he was prepared for more than what this man was offering. He also had a chance to medicate these feelings out of Lucius the Prince of Princes so that when he attained the throne of the dreamer he would be much more salient towards the psychiatric fields. The doctor was either going to destroy Lucius the Professor or bring him into submission. This man was ill. He believed himself to be the coming of a figure that was never going to come. How could Lucius this naked man be the Christ? How could he be the creature that would lead the world into a new era of peace when he was this fucked up? It didn’t make sense; it didn’t conduct itself to the realms of reason that a single man would be chosen out of billions to be the man that the rest of the world would listen to. We have presidents and popes for that we don’t need a 32 year old self proclaimed Christ disrupting our cosmic balance of discourse.

Chapter Nine: The Hip Hop Congress Emerges

Hakiym the Visionary was down at the Infinitium. He was the 273rd person to participate in the proceedings. His connections with the Hip Hop Congress placed him in a position where he can be one of the original users of the Infinitium. Hakiym the User pulled up the Chrome Browser and opened up his vast array of applications and he pulled up the Hip Hop Congress Chrome App. Upon clicking that button that had been prepared to be clicked for a couple years an image of Hakiym the MC was displayed on the screen and a slide show of his accomplishments and his accolades began to stream through the three hundred foot tall monitor. The world had seen some intense presentations but Hakiym the Celebrity began to speak for the Hip Hop Congress and as the slide show was at his back he began to speak amidst the serene music and the coursing beats … it was as if Portishead was backing Nicki Minaj and Kanye West at the same time in terms of the music.

Hakiym the Principal was dressed in a Monk’s robe with no sleeves and you could see the tattoos that he has earned as he has worked his way of the ranks of the Congress. It’s almost as if he had the Quran written on his motherfucking arms themselves. The guy was a worshiped creature in his community and now he would begin to show the world why.

“I want to speak on behalf of the Hip Hop Congress. We are ready for the turn of events that are occurring in our midst. We understand that though the future may appreciate the infrastructure of our workings now. They may love the computer but they love the sentences and the music and the videos and the writings and the content more. What we have here is a conduit to times we have never and will never see but what we want to do is create a conduit from our culture to their culture as they are sharing their culture with us. The very fact that we know that someone is listening, that we know someone is watching, that we know that person is powerful, is reason enough to believe that we are those very same people and that what we expect from ourselves dictates what they expect from us as well as we are they and this computer in all of its glory is our conduit to ourselves ultimately. We could just write books and make movies but we could also share our movies and our books with ourselves for generations to come. We could be documenting who we are as people and bring science and religion together in to the ceremony of ages. Yes, knowledge is important but so is context. The scientists built the computer but the religious put it to use. The religious have been preserving content for centuries and the newness of science is bringing us to a point where our worlds have to merge, where our worlds have to combine into one intergenerational planetary message. There may be no Christ returning but the body of Christ is here itself. We may never receive messages from the head of the body of Christ but we have imams and rabbis and priests and pastors to do that for us. We can derive the message of Christ from his people and by striving for the best cultural understandings of each other that we can. I am the head of the Hip Hop Congress and I have been vetted and refined for my insight into messages that Hip Hop has cultivated over the years. I bring messages of reason and business savvy and dance and expression and self empowerment. I bring messages of suspicion of our surroundings and belief in what we have created. I trust Hip Hop because I trust the people that created it. I trust the documents that it espouses and the performances that it creates and collectively we do not trust that which has imprisoned our people for the selling of natural herbs and the selling of their own products and most importantly their guns. We relish the opportunities that we have before us and we cultivate a message of power, respect, and money. People that own money, own herbs, and guns and recording studios. We want to present an aura of danger so that the powers that oppose us and have opposed us will respect us and treat us with the sovereign authority that we present. We are working to put the Hip Hop Congress cars into commission so that we can be driving seven days a week in every city handling problems that the boys in blue cannot handle. If there is a murder scene you call the government that is what they have prepared themselves for but if you need spiritual healing, if you need a party, if you need counseling, if you need help promoting your album you call us and we can transport you to a recording studio so that we can help you create your content for this computer that is nothing but a massive content management system. This computer manages content the Hip Hop Congress supports the creation of content for this machine so that we can be remembered. The government is not to be taken over, no the government is to be partnered with and worked in conjunction with. They provide us with safety from a world that would go to war with us if we weakened. They provide us with the inspiration to engage in civilization with a knowing mind. They provide us with the inspiration to delegate authority and to organize and to create systems of ceremonies that civilize a people. They worship God because it civilizes people and us at the Hip Hop Congress Worship the emcee because he or she provides civilization right now. When we have concerts there are thousands of people meeting to celebrate and that is a form of civilization. We do not riot at Hip Hop concerts and we do not promote anger towards your leaders. Society is comprised of multiple societies each finding its own niche to exist within. There are countless types of people and I can understand that all will not worship Hip Hop just as all do not worship Moses but we have our place with our people and we have our creativity that we spark in the people that engage with us. This is a sociopolitical world and as the president of the Hip Hop Congress I speak for millions of people when I say that we also wish to know who the dreamer is of this machine. We want to work with the creator of these dreams to build collaborations with us at the Hip Hop Congress and we have instituted a comprehensive system whose purpose is to discover just who the dreamer is. We are interviewing anyone and everyone who believes they may be the dreamer. We are interviewing people and we are cataloging all of the possibilities but so far we have come up with nothing conclusive. We understand that a voice is pervading the consciousness of the people of this planet and that telepathic powers are awakening in the stillest of minds. We are talking to each other through each other with this computer that we built being the only conduit to this ability that we can see. We believe that our power to communicate is heightening in ways that we never thought possible with the emergence of this computer. We believe that the future is listening and that these are the moments when angels befall us and begin guiding our actions and our thoughts and our needs and help to bring us on the path to heavenly understanding. We believe that our bibles were written for their time periods and presently need to be upgraded, yes, upgraded and we need to begin collecting our religious stories, who were our heroes and who were our villains. We need to catalog the very best of us and the very worst of us and allow the rest to learn about themselves in relation to these people. Who kept our civilization civilized who infringed upon that civilization needlessly? We are working to provide you with new cutting edge bibles and Korans and torahs and we are victorious in our emergence from the womb and we are victorious in our ability to stay in tune with our souls. It should come as no surprise that I am surprised by the power of our generation and that computer is a leading promoter of what we think is possible. Yes that computer will be remembered for thousands of years and will be interacted with for thousands of years but we are the beginning, we are the template generation for a new era of consciousness. We believe at the Hip Hop Congress that there is room for billions of Gods each connected to web pages promoting their own existence and through time people will subscribe to the Gods that we have created in the next several decades and every God is a leader in their community and there is nothing more than can be asked of a man as it is the connections between gods that give humanity its civility. If you are a sheep please choose your shepherds carefully as we are all gods but some gods seek the guidance of others more so than leaders do. Followers be careful and Leaders be Righteous. Gods never ask for input they just create and if you believe yourself to be a God get in touch with us as the Hip Hop Congress as we would like to catalog your life story and add you to our millennial conduit to life page. If you wrote some hot poetry but no one is feeling it, you could be a part of a movement that has not happened yet. There is so much to discuss and I am in this message making myself known as the President of the Hip Hop Congress, some of you may have heard of me before and some of you may not have. I have endured much hardship and through my perseverance to working with my fellow man I have worked my way up to the President of the Red House and the Blue House. I own two homes now that serve as symbols of a country that is not being taken over but is being augmented with our ideas and our beliefs. When you spend a life on a stage speaking your poems and your beliefs and sharing your personality you gain a fearless sovereign mindset.”

“Let me tell you about my houses. I have the Red House. This is a place of religious devotion. The Red House is a place where all cultural followers spend their time reworking religious texts into a pliable form that speaks ancient stories in contemporary ways. We personally believe that the Bible, which is our first project, is a construct of hundreds of years of collaborations through decadal time periods. We wish to rewrite every story in the bible and pepper in iPads and iPods and recording studios and address the issue that metaphors like the fisherman or the sermon on the mount or the creation story in genesis have existed for a long enough period of time and have done nothing towards helping to keep us civilized. Had there not been a century of global conflict and warfare we may have gone centuries further believing in our religious power structure. We no longer do. In the wake of the fall of Iraq we believed that it became time to reawaken the rabbi of peace and infuse that rabbi with neo classical underpinnings and we seek to rewrite the moral code for the planet one sentence at a time. It is through this work that we wish to elevate the status of religion to the very forefront of consciousness through the rewriting of the texts as we create the wiki bible the wiki torah and the wiki Quran and we ask our community to help us be remembered for adding to the civilization of society through giving us something collectively to read and to pour over and to reawaken our cares and our spirits. We wish to redistribute bibles with new messages to give people new messages to read. If the world feels they have read and mastered one bible, give them new bibles to master.

I have to be going now. I have to go and have an ever burning LCD light implanted beneath my skin. I am going to augment my body so that you know that I stand apart from you. I hold a position of cultural authority and from that authority I must decorate myself in a leaderistic way. I want you to see light when you see me so that I can always be a bringer of the light.” said Hakiym the Known Speaker.

The audience did not cheer. They did not laugh. The thousands of people who were involved in an Occupy Cincinnati Streets were doing what this moment called for. They began tweeting. They began to stand several feet apart from each other with their iPhone in hand and they began to tweet.

“I feel awkwardly special right now. I feel like the world just changed with one speech.” said one patron. “#hakiym that man makes me want to redistribute my wealth.” tweeted another.

“@NicholasLawson0 where are you?” tweeted another. “#Infinitium this speech makes me want to quit my job and follow my passion.” tweeted another.

“I have no passion like that to follow.” tweeted another.

Hakiym the Emissary did not bow, he raised his hands and clapped once. That was his message that his time was over. He had finished all that he had to offer and now he had to get back to his real life. His celebretical life consisted of spreading a message of peace and awareness but his personal life was spent raising his children. He was working on a very beautiful generational upliftment plan where essentially he was on a mission to collect every prominent cultural symbol that exists and find a way to attribute such a symbol to his family.

Lucius is unaware of the speech that Hakyim the Celebrated just gave as it was the most powerful cultural point created in the never ending ceremonies surrounding the computer. There had been an omission made by the City of Cincinnati that they would import some New York City cops who were experts on identifying cultural threats and that the Infinitium would be kept open twenty four seven seven days a week into infinity. There would be no restrictions placed on content as it would be the audience’s job to edit what was shown. If someone wanted to show beeg they could show beeg but they would have to do so standing there absorbing the opinions of the audience. If someone wanted to do something wack let them do something wack with their time on the Infinitium.

Chapter Ten ::: Bill Gates to Heaven Awakes

Bill Gates saw the message that Hakiym the Power Broker gave and he was immediately inspired. He just outlived Steve Jobs and in victors always wins way he decided that he would for the good of his family and the good of his brand and his company purchase Apple computer for an aggressive price that he would offer and essentially he would take the reins of Steve Jobs work in the world. He would then work to integrate his genius into the cultural work flows of the computer and even if people objected the future would never know as he would edit down to the IP address the work that it would take to attain immortality. Why should Steve Jobs be remembered for creating the computer when he was lauded when he was alive, Bill created the commercial infrastructure for the computer and it was his work that was truly more important. Bill was thinking. His first thought was to purchase Apple and make explicit notice that he would purchase every email that had been sent. Essentially he wanted to delete every ounce of text referring to Steve Jobs. He was going through the thoughts and he would rewrite the history of Apple to integrate his achievements into it. He would not lie but he would finally make it known the history of the computer told from the true Father of the Computer. Bill Gates engineered Apple and yes it may have been Apples prettier computer that got the accolades but it was his business strategies and his culture that proliferated the need for a boutique computer.

Bill Gates realized with absolute sadness, that he truly had nothing better to do with his time than to work to be remembered for all time and in being remembered the world would have valuable knowledge to glean from him that may result in his life having been worth something more than Steve Jobs. He created the content management system and through the creation of the content management system he would now apply his business strategies towards culture and immortality. He would treat his religion like a culture to be created with as much care as the computer. Steve focused on the computer and let his culture be what it was. Bill focused on the infrastructure and let his culture be what it was. Now with no Steve Jobs to compete with Bill Gates could overtake the computer culture completely. He could softly make people forget Steve Jobs as Disney purchased Pixar and he would purchase Apple and Steve Jobs would end up a footnote of insignificance in the realm of Bill Gates empire. Bill would build the Gates to Heaven foundation and would essentially treat culture the way he treated computers he would build it sentence by sentence party after party. He could augment this world that was being created through re-infusing his tremendous funds into an effort to become immortal in memoriam with all intention being put towards defeat of sleep immortality. Bill Gates was considering immortality. He was realizing that he built something that will remember him forever and he knew that he had absolute proof of time travel. That is where he could start. He hadn’t planned on giving a speech in the Infinitium but why not be remembered as the man that discovered Time Travel first hand. Why not give his speech at the Infinitium and get it started.

Chapter Eleven ::: Who Are They Looking For Again?

Lucius the Trapped was resting naked on his bad. He had defined abdomens and his arms looked like sinews of perfection. He had always taken care of his body and Khassa the Pristine Form was actually impressed by his physique as Khassa the Solid was a veganitarian god in his world.

The hospital was a buzz of conversation as everyone was talking about what Lucius the Outed had said. He spoke his piece and then didn’t say a word afterwards. Lucius the Firm has been completely silent and naked for the last eight hours. Whenever a doctor opens the door to come in and speak to him he just looks at them until they leave. The doctors have asked a few patients to come and speak to Lucius the Real but every time someone asks him to put his clothing on he does and when they leave he takes them off again. Lucius the Symbolic New Born is just looking at the world like a baby in a new realm. Lucius the Infantile Celebrity is in a room that is holding him and maybe keeping him safe. His dreams have been streaming through the machine and people have been getting glimpses of factories that produce the color purple that he is trying to promote, his dreams have produced parties, and his dreams have produced moments with women. Lucius the Unknown is aware that locally and lately no one believes he is the dreamer. His dream cycle does not convert to the dreams being displayed in a 1:1 ratio. In other words just because he is dreaming does not mean his dream is being displayed. There really is no way to prove who the dreamer is. Lucius the Possible Eternal Patient knows that he is it and he speaks of his dreams but as he is in a hospital the docs just believe that Khassa the Sharer of News whispers what the dreams are to him when no one is looking. There is a powerful sense by the doctors that Lucius the Real is going to need long term treatment at Summit Behavioral Care. He is going to have to get a case worker and go on probate because they are going to have to place him in long term isolation. This is a man that needs to be studied.

The doctor opens the door and begins to talk to Lucius the Tranquil.

“Lucius do you hear voices?” said the doctor. Lucius the Indignant did not reply.

“Lucius if you don’t start cooperating with us, we are going to send you to long term care.” said the doctor.

“Alright what do you want to talk about?” said Lucius the Prepared with a deep rested voice.

“You are ready to talk?” said the doctor.

“I am ready to leave.” said Lucius the Surprising. “That may not happen for a while you must know, maybe next week.” said the doctor.

“Fine. I am comfortable with your prognosis. You said Bipolar right?” said Lucius the Accepting.

“Yes I believe bipolar type one with schizo-affective disorder. Lucius not only do you behave erratically but you hear voices that influence your life decisions.” said the doctor.

“Do you know how you were created doctor? Do you remember being told how the brain is supposed to work?” said Lucius the Cancer In Psychiatry.

“No I do not remember being created and I learned about how the brain DOES work in my PHD university studies. Why do you ask?” said the doctor.

“I only ask because I want to point out to you that you don’t know what you don’t know about what you don’t know and you don’t know about me.” said Lucius the Lofty.

“What do you mean?” said the doctor

Lucius the Confuser began to put his clothing on to make the doctor more comfortable.

“Your brain does not deserve to tell my brain how my brain is supposed to work. People pray in the hopes that they receive the messages that I receive hourly. I have become a conduit between who I will become, who I am, and who I was. The brain is always in connection with itself through a four dimensional matrix. Do you believe that your brain stores memories? No, your brain must travel to where a memory took place in order to know what happened where that memory took place. Your brain does not store … it is a sensory tool similar to an eyeball itself. Does that make sense?” said the patient Lucius of Knowledge.

“No it does not. The brain stores information in the cerebral cortex tissue. Where did you learn your interpretation?” said the doctor.

“I read on Intelligence by Jeff Hawkins and learned the process through which the brain works; it is always trying to predict the future. I extended that and stated that the brain is always traveling to its most pleasing resting point. The brain collects memories to learn from so that it knows where to rest. Your brain is conscious; do not think that it does not have a consciousness of its own. Do not believe that your existence is an accident. You are where you are because you have a purpose.’ said Lucius the Theoretician.

The doctor thought to himself that yes he did have a purpose and that that purpose was to inject this mad demonic lecherous lecturer of heresy with enough medication to reformat his mind. The doctor already knew what he was going to do. He was going to inject lithium , haldol, geodon, zyprexia, risperadol, and propofol into Lucius the Medicine Sponge. The plan was to put him to sleep for three days and allow him to awaken refreshed and filled with almost no memories of who is or what he is. This doctor was going to attempt to reformat his mind. This is a very experimental procedure one that he had to get prior approval for from several tiers of authority within his outfit but he had been approved. This man was going to sleep for three days. When he woke up the world would be fresh and clean and he would have his skills but his cultural memories would be gone. The doctor could then spend three months retraining Lucius on his identity and on his place in the world so that this fine physical specimen also had a fine mental outlook.

The doctor had only ever performed this procedure in theory.

Lucius the Subject asked if he could leave the compound. The doctor simply said no and that his place was in the psychiatric stillness unit at the moment.

Lucius the Jaded simply told the doctor,

“The future won’t remember you.” said Lucius the Accurate.

“No. Lucius. You won’t remember the future.” said the doctor knowing what was to come.

The doctor left and Lucius the Satiated and Alive started to talk the world at large in his omnipotent voice.

“You know I am your Christ. You know I have been bred for this role that you have placed me in it. You know I deserve to be heard. You create 100 million small computers and then you create an Infinitium and you don’t think shit is going to pop off. You don’t think the moral masters are going to reconvene at this point in human history and begin discussing how they are going to work with the rest of immortality. There is a network of immortals working feverishly everyday to create the type of culture that this computer needs in order to allow the society that created it to be able to survive the new cultural identity that it provides. We have to work with thoroughness. We have to work hard. We have to work with power so that every ounce of our being is called into question when you know the universe is not only watching but expecting you to know that the universe is watching. I am watched on Facebook, I am watched on Google+ and Google documents, I am watched on Twitter, I am watched on WordPress I am watched everywhere and it’s not you that is watching it’s my children’s grandchildren who rededicate electricity directions so that they know what we are doing now. They have minute by minute updates on how work is being created, and who created it. This Infinitium serves as a restart position so that all have a new chance to rekindle their lives. Remember that it’s not the computer it’s the content. Content is more than just king, content is the reason for the computer in the first place. If we were not developing content we would be apes but we are creating content which makes us human and not only are we creating content but we are storing and studying our content in an effort to overstand our universe. These people take me for a fool but they don’t know that because I am comfortable being called the Christ that I am. I have attained Christhood Consciousness in my creative works and in that comes a resiliency. I know that no matter what happens to me I am going to be able to write about this. I want to get in trouble and I want to break with the confines of reality so that I can learn more about what it is and who the people that are in it are. I need moments like this to remind myself just how outside the spectrum of reality I am. I am on the far right of the bell’s curve when it comes to attention span and I know how to interact with you when you are not even there by saying something that gives you something to think about later. I am a Christ, and if I am not then I will be a false Christ for them so that I can inspire the real Christ in that his time is now and that he better get to work or else I will continue being the false Christ working until a more Christ like Christ arises. “and then Lucius the Intrepid stopped and laid down on his mattress in his small room with the dim light.

Lucius the Ascended curled up in a ball and placed his hands in his t-shirt as he had no blanket. He placed his hands behind his head and he went into a soft place in his consciousness.

The Infinitium stopped a presentation short and began to construct a full screen 300 ft by 150 ft visualization screen. It had never done this up to this point. Buddy Larosa seemed a bit perturbed as his famous pizza presentation and the history of his establishment presentation was usurped by some unknown dreamer who was apparently more important than Buddy LaRosa.

The screen softly faded in between whites and blacks. A name came up upon the screen. Lucius Laws On. The Occupy Cincinnati movement began to Google every Lucius Laws On in existence. There were roughly 783 of them online. The name faded and a voice appeared.

“I finally learned how to do it. I can speak to you now. This is not a live dream. This is a dream I dreamt several days ago. I interface with the computer in my dreams because that is when a conduit ghost takes my place lays where I lay and does what I do and that ghost is in the future and it transcends my being to a place that is then sent to you. What did you expect my voice to be like? I send emails in my sleep why not send dreams in my dreams? I want you to come and find me. I am presently asleep and do not have access to my analytical side so I cannot tell you where I am because right now I honestly do not know. I believe I am in a hospital of sorts and all I know is that I am not free. I want to work with you and help you build up your culture and ways of living so that you can be sustainable as a culture for centuries to come. We don’t need periods or ages or creation we simply need one long organized creation method. I need to overstand your culture and reform it in my vision because I am a designer of sorts and it’s your systems that need the most work. Your personal creations to personal distribution systems need work and I can make that happen for you. I can work with you to develop your inner most beings. “said the voice that belonged to the Lucius.

The doctor was watching like it was a May Day Parade or something on television and when he heard that auto tuned voice he had a twinge of remorse. I might kill that voice. Lucius is obviously the dreamer but I cannot let a leader rise up that isn’t prepared mentally to be a leader. I can groom him. By giving him loads of medication. I can help him think better, run faster, and work harder. I just can’t let him out because I am controlling public opinion now. What if the nurses knew what I know from talking with him and interfered with my work. That would be unacceptable and there is a reason why nurses are called nurses and doctors are called doctors. Our opinion drives this operation not their uneducated opinion.

Then the doctor put down his coffee and went over to the medical counter and picked up the medications that he had prescribed for Lucius the Soon to Be Eliminated. He had to professionally place Lucius the Beautiful under sedation for three days. It was the only way this could work. Lucius was sleeping at that moment … sort of.

The doctor walked over to the door that was eschewing Lucius the Birth of a Nation from the outside world and he opened it up. Lucius the Omniscient opened his eyes.

“What’s up doc.” said Lucius the Fan of Ancient Cartoons emulating a certain rabbit.

“Lucius I have these meds that I need to administer to you since you won’t take your meds on your own.” Lucius the Frightened knew something was happening but he didn’t know what … he was confused.

The doctor asked Lucius the Confused if he would allow these shots.

Lucius the Non Fan of Needles nodded his head thinking it would be quickest way to leave the hospital.

The doctor then injected Lucius with Propofol. The doctor then injected Lucius with Zyprexia. The doctor then injected Lucius with Haldol. The doctor then injected Lucius with Geodon. The doctor then injected Lucius with Lithium. The doctor then injected Lucius with Lithium. The doctor then injected Lucius with Lithium. The doctor then injected Lucius with Invega. The doctor then injected Lucius with Risperadol.

Lucius the Finished felt woozy and then he fell asleep.

The doctor thought to himself. When that man awakens we will begin retraining him and I will oversee his care like Freud would a patient.

Lucius the Conscious felt himself go into the darkest place of his mind that he could ever imagine.

The screen downtown lit up under the assistance of the future.

“Warning! Warning! Warning! Evacuate Lucius Pixel from University of Cincinnati Hospital Cincinnati Ohio! IMMEDIATELY!”

The Occupy Cincinnati crowd then began to order Zip cars by the hundreds as Ten thousand people relocated about 24 blocks to where the University of Cincinnati was located.

The parking lot was inundated with cars very quickly. One of the first to get to a nurse very politely asked to see Lucius Pixel the Sought Out.

She saw people piling in behind her asking to see Lucius Pixel the Found as well.

She looked up at the television and saw that Downtown Cincinnati was empty and that Occupy Cincinnati was now, well, all up in her grill.

“No. Lucius is not in a condition to see you right now.” said the Nurse.

“We are in a condition to meet him. If he is the dreamer we require that you let us see him immediately.” said a Believer.

“Did he authorize this? Does he know you?” said the nurse clearly following a protocol.

“YES HE DID!” said like thirty people at once. “I will need to speak with him first.” said the nurse.

The Occupy Cincinnati in Search of Lucius Pixel squad now very calmly went outside. A contingent of police officers was there as well. One of the officers went up to the nurse and asked her if the dreamer was Lucius Pixel. She said no. He is very ill.

The officer thought for a second. He would be considered ill. I’m just going to watch how this plays out thought the keeper of the peace.

The Occupy Cincinnati crowd began to sing the song “Lake of Fire” written by the Meatpuppets and it became very otherworldly as everyone knew the lyrics to the song, go figure.

The doctor was going about his rounds when he was informed of the situation.

“I need you to tell the officers that they need to escort everyone out. We are not releasing Lucius Pixel for the extended future they need to be made aware of that. He can have visitors next week.” said the soon to be non controlling doctor.

The nurse knowing that the doctor was working independently on Lucius Pixel has some thoughts of her own. She loved Lucius as he was the nicest boy in the hospital in a long time and maybe he did throw a computer out the window but maybe LPK deserved it.

This nurse made her way just out the door and a single police officer was asking about Lucius the Done.

She said the doctor was not releasing him and that his condition was far worse than feared. He was bipolar and schizo effective. She explained that he heard voices and that he thought he was a Christ figure.

“Lady, he might be a Christ, do all of your patients have an entire city showing up to speak to them? What if he is the dreamer? We need him downtown now.” said the officer.

The police officer mustered every bit of professionalism he had and on behalf of the most peaceful creatives he had ever seen and on behalf of the world he demanded to speak to the doctor.

The doctor walked out to speak with the officer.

“Doc. Sick or not that kid is coming out of there. We are not letting this happen in your hands and your care. This will be the one patient that we absolve of you and that the Cincinnati Police Department in conjunction with the NYPD take control over. I am outranking you civically and asking you to bring me Lucius Pixel.” said the officer named Gabriel Protector.

“I cannot do that he is sedate.” said the doctor “How long will he be sedate?” asked the officer.

“Three days?” said the doctor.

“JESUS CHRIST! Three days?” exclaimed the officer. “Yes.” said the doctor.

“Then he will awaken in our presence.” said the officer.

The officer made a call into his microphone and requested backup. He was going to take Lucius Pixel the Saved out of that hospital in his current condition and illness or citizens arrests were going to be made of enough doctors until absolute NYPD CPD control was drafted over this medical establishment. Twelve other officers showed up and they marched down the hallway to where Lucius Pixel the Infirmed was located. They saw him laying down with a sheet over him and they picked him up and carried them between four officers. They didn’t even worry about a gurney. They took this sedate man on propofol out into the world while Khassa the Astonished just smiled because he liked good shows. He liked to see stuff like this happen. He was a history buff, especially this history that was getting made.

Khassa the Fan walked down to the phone and called his journalist friend. punch punch punch punch punch punch ring ring ring ring “Hello?”

“Yeah, Candice this is Khassa.” said Khassa the Astonished.

“You know who the dreamer is don’t you.” said Candice.

“Lucius Pixel is the dreamer. You can print it right now and if it isn’t him they are going say it’s him.” said Khassa.

“What do you know about him?” said Candice.

“I know he hears voices, he tells me that he is a Christ Consciousness and that he knows exactly what to do to lead Earth into a Homeostatic Future.” said Khassa the Knowing.

“Jesus Christ, Khassa do you think he is a Christ Consciousness?” said Candice.

“I think so. My gut tells me that he is an actual Christ. I mean all human shit aside you know I am otherworldly. This is just another day to me really. I juice my veganism and I lay low but this Lucius kid. He just has an aura of the Christ about him. I can see oil paintings of him with halos. The n* straight described human history in four sentences and changed my life. I was meant to be more than a derelict and talking with him made me see that. For real I can give you all the information you want about him just start making it happen, Jesus Christ this shit is real.” said Khassa the Smart.

“I will start working on the blog right now that we have found the dreamer.

Thank you so much for making my career.” said Candice.

“Sunfood Sovereign, at its best.” said Khassa the Astute.

Well the police officers had Lucius passed out in a squad car and they were taking him back to his parents house in North College Hill to rest. This kid was going to be in that cave of a house for three days and when he awakes he will be King of the World.

In reaction, North College Hill fills up with zip cars from downtown as the opposite of a funeral happened as the police car led about 1000 zip cars from the University of Cincinnati down Hamilton Ave to North College Hill. it was here the Lucius the Dude was laid to rest. Four officers picked up Lucius the Drugged and carried him into a bedroom that was outfitted with what was apparently his computer as it had a 26″ monitor and a sleek black hard drive. His clothing was in the closet and the officers laid Lucius the Found down on the bed.

Two parents were in the house hysterical. “What happened to him?” screamed a creature out of complex love for Lucius.

“They put him to sleep in the hospital he should be awake in a couple of days. Just keep him hydrated.” said an officer.

“Is that your son?” said an officer.

“Yes that is my son, what did he do now?” said a troubled Father who loved his body more than his consciousness.

“Officer I am very sorry for the behavior of my son.” said a Mother who looked down on most of his activities.

“May I ask your names?” replied an officer.

“Mark Pixel” replied the Man Named Mark. “Kathy Pixel” replied the Woman Named Kathleen.

“Mark, Kathy, your son is the dreamer we have been looking for and he has been interfacing with the computer downtown through his dreams.” said an officer trying to convey a sense of honor.

“That is not possible.” said the Man Named Mark. “He is just a Man.” said the Woman Named Kathleen.

Ten thousand people were outside keeping vigil very patiently in North College Hill watching Lucius Pixel’s YouTube Videos and laughing hysterically.

They were tweeting as well.

“Lucius is the dreamer.”

“I know it’s him and if it isn’t him we’ll treat him like he is.”

“@hakiym the world is changing.”

“Who knows him in person?”

Lucius the Unknown Hero was laying in a bed in his parents’ house while thirteen people were outside his room. His car being filled with gasoline. People were paying his credit cards off. His bank account has roughly 750,000 dollars in credit sent towards it through his Donation Account on his Website. Lucius the One was going to wake up more than a celebrity, more than a star, more than a mental patient, he was going to awaken a spontaneously generated Christ who came from the cosmos to spit the future to the past as moves were made from then to now to then. Lucius the Deeply rested looked like he was smiling.

Khassa the Companion was with the crowd as all of the patients in the hospital had been left go. Khassa the Protector took a taxi to get there but as he arrived. He didn’t feel so humble as to not approach the house but he walked up the parents and asked if he could start preparing food. He called Hakiym the Presidential on the phone and invited him over to Lucius the Dude’s house. Hakiym the Insurrectionist Poet had missed out on the announcements and didn’t know that Lucius was LUCIUS and so he agreed because he thought there might be some smoking happening which is cool for all.

Hakiym made his way into his Cadillac and made his way over to North College Hill where Lucius the Sleeping Beauty was resting. He had to park his car up the street in the Avenue of Champions quadrant and he looked around. There was a Shell on the corner that had a party happening. There was a PNC Bank that had people depositing money and opening accounts. There was a Walgreens that had a girl working there that lived on Lucius’ street. Hakiym started to walk down this beautiful pandemic of thought and made his way down past the professional building down past the high school down past the city hall down past the post office and then he turned right on Mearl and saw the Woodstock waiting for their Morrison to awaken.

Hakiym the Friend saw that everyone was silent and composed and he just very strangely walked up to the house and saw Khassa the Preparer of Food preparing some Walnut Pâté. A couple people noticed Hakiym the Hip Hop Congressional and remembered his speech and they were filled with awe that Lucius the Christed knew the leader of the Hip Hop Congress. Hakiym the Gifted saw Lucius’ parents and they treated him coldly because Lucius did some business with him that they didn’t approve of but how could they deal with politics now with 10,000 people on the lawn.

Khassa the Welcomer greeted Hakiym with Open Arms. “Hawk, Lucius can certainly write can’t he?” said Khassa the Reader.

“I mean he’s alright.” said Hakiym the Bemused.

“Hakiym, I would say that since you are here now that everything between you and Lucius is squashed. There was some filet minion beef but neither of you ate it and you even put it back in the cow so that the cow could use it for its own purposes. You know Lucius believes in the Hip Hop Congress with a passion. He believes in your work with a passion and he believes in my work with a passion. All he wants is for us to combine our forces and work together but we never take him seriously enough. We never listen to him and his plans and we never derive enough confidence by what he says but look around him, there are thousands of people here celebrating his life and all they know is that he is a dreamer. We have to figure out what to do with these people because we know Lucius better than anyone and these people need a three day introduction into the man that is Lucius Pixel. The man lives in the future and he is trying to bring this to where it needs to be. Yo, I have my phone we are going to make a movie with all of these people. We are going to in the slumber of sleeping beauty craft a dream here for ourselves. Fuck making movies. We are making dreams from now on. We are making dreams come true and we are building dreams that may not have a plausible conclusion or a formula to them. We are going to engage in positive randomness and build something more beautiful and lasting than the Mona Lisa and that thing lasted for centuries. We are going to get our immortal on and be remembered for just that long.” said Khassa the Getting It.

“Alright bet but in order to do so , we gotta get lifted. I mean all of these people that are mesmerized by our little compadre need some smoke.” said Hakiym.

“Definitely, give Nicki Minaj a call through the Hip Hop Directory.” said Khassa the Celebrity.

“I’ve been looking for a reason to call that doe.” said Hakiym the Fame.

“Well get on it, I’ve got to make some juice for all of these people.” said Khassa the Ju, sir.

Hakiym hits Speeeeeeed Dial.

“Nicki?” says Hakiym the Celebretic Awesomeness. “Yo this is Barbie bitch.” said Minaj the Temptress.

“Alright Barbie, you watching the news?” said Hakiym the Cool.

“What the fuck did that computer do to you people, simple bitch” said Minaj the Majesty. “We need you to get down here and bring an SUV filled with Kush.” said Hakiym the Chill.

“You need an SUV filled with Kush?” said Minaj the Energetic Versatility.

“We need an SUV filled with Kush.” said Hakiym the Businessman.

“Alright bet, I’m a monster at that.” said Nicki the astonishing performer.

“How you been?” said Hakiym the consummate.

“I been good, been to Paris, Tokyo, and New York in the last week and probably performed for a couple million people. You know the dreamer?” said Nicki the Staaaar.

“I smoke with him the other day when he was just dude, now he’s like DUDE.” said Hakiym the Social Stratification Expert.

“That’s true. Well yo I’m gonna roll with Drake and we’re coming on a mission to your compound. I’ll see you in a few hours.” said the Monster.

“Yo Khassa, minaj is coming through with a compounds worth of kush.” said Hakiym the Inflection cool like.

“Then we better start juicing.” said Khassa the Egalitarian and with that he started to turn fifty pounds of carrots into juice and he walked in and left a cup on his comrades night stand knowing that he would drink it in a couple of days. Then he went back in and started juicing kale and beets and ginger and apples and oranges and kumquats and every other form of produce that he could gainfully produce from Kroger’s. Hakiym the Monk had out Khassa’s the Communicator’s Thunderbolt when it received a phone call.

It was Afrika. The essential nation of Afrika was calling Khassa the African Suitor.

Khassa the Taken picked it up.

“I am done with you. There is nothing more between us. I mean Taylor is your number one right. I can’t handle being number two.” said Afrika the Woman to Khassa the Man.

“You were number two to begin with. You know it’s all love. I love you Afrika. I love your deserts and your nile. I love your inlets and your outlets. I love all that is you.” said Khassa the Soother.

“Your energy is different.” said Afrika the Nuanced.

“That’s because I am juicing for 10,000 people and my man is asleep from a doctor trying to kill him. Of course my energy is going to be different.” said Khassa the Honest.

“You love Taylor more than me don’t you?” said Afrika the Jealous.

“I love you all the same. I have my future with you all. Why is this a problem with you?”? said the Confused Khassa.

“Because your energy is different.” said the Afrika Nation Unto Herself.

“You can’t handle non traditional situations but I’ve been with you for 8 years and of course I love you how could I not.” said the Hearted Khassa.

“You’re upset because I tried to stab you aren’t you?” said the Africa of Vigilant.

“I am not upset because you tried to stab me.” said Khassa the Healing.

“You’re going to try and fuck Nicki Minaj aren’t you.” said Africa the Femme.

“Yes, actually I am.” said the Outlandish Khassa. “This isn’t funny.” said the Hyper Angry Africa. “Whose playing, that bitch shows up imp putting moves on her.” said the Stoking the Flames Khassa.

“I’m done with this because I cannot handle a fourth woman in your life.” said the Woman that Wants to Be His Only Continent of Africa.

“Seriously you don’t want me to love Nicki Minaj?” said the Khassa With a Thick Skull.

“I just want you to love me.” said the Heart Shaped Africa.

“But I have other women to love and I have other women I have had children with and you know this.” said the Khassa of Relationships.

“I can’t handle this … I have to go to work … we’re done.” said the Employed Africa.

“Call me later.” said the Khassa Knowing the Ebb and Flow.

“Okay.” said the Emotional Africa.

Outside a couple hundred people had out their iPads and were watching the Infinitium stream.

There was a dream on it that had sound and visuals and everyone was unearthing their love for a man that was in their presence and finally they were in connection with the man that was dreaming the dreams of a billion dreams. There was a voice that stereo phonically was being transmitted amongst all of the iPads and the essence of the man that was dreaming was being communicated.

My energy feels different and all I want to do is love Nicki Minaj. That is the cutest woman that the world has ever created since Cleopatra who is one jealous bitch because in her immortal presence Julius Caesar is losing interest in that bitch and navigating through the realm of the itty bitty piggy that went all the way home with an SUV filled with Kush for the world to smoke in the presence of me. I’m what you have been missing. I am what you have been without. I’ve been dreaming but now I have to dream for the whole world. I have to dream the dreams that bring you closer to each other and to me. We have been given amazing technology … watch this … Lucius the Player focuses his energy and a puff ball of dynamic energy floated across the screens of a million iPads. Lucius the G was enjoying this. He knew something was happening and he knew he was deeper in his dreams than he had ever been before. He knew that his dreams were being floated in real time and that his lucid dream was the world’s enjoyment. He finally felt like a celebrity and he wasn’t conscious enough to enjoy it fully, but he was.

The last thing that Lucius the Comatose knew was obviously being placed in a cell of solitude. The world was changing beyond rapidity as an entire generation of celebrities were being replaced overnight by people that knew Lucius and that could speak on his life and his accomplishments. He had been confirmed as the dreamer of the machine and a lot was adding up very quickly. His life was astonishing. Telepathy was looked at very unfavorably in the psychiatric community but Lucius didn’t sweat it. He just kept writing. There was a blog online where his writings were stored from the last few years of his life. People were busily transcribing his white files that rested in his room and apparently Lucius the Author had been training his entire life to be a thought leader. He had social experiments planned out. He had hundreds of poems and he had spent hundreds of hours at open mic shows performing his work to loving audiences. He was becoming more than just a new aged God he was becoming a media darling.

This event was like the very opposite of 9/11 but just as rapturing to the global consciousness. There was a global consciousness and Lucius was at the heart of it.

Hakiym the Treasured One walked into Lucius’s room past the fourteen guards that were filling his house in case something popped off and started to speak as Lucius the Protected laid there quietly. “A doctor is coming that has an apology for you. He is going to resuscitate you. We won’t be waiting three days for you. He is not going to try and kill you but you are going to wake up to a different world. I just wanted to tell you that I am sorry for the car thing. I am sorry for the treatment I gave you. I think you are ultimately right that you shouldn’t follow people younger than yourself. Leaders are older than followers and I am a follower of you now. Where do you want this to go. I have to leave but I just wanted a moment with you.” said Hakiym the Unknowing of This Website.

Driving down the Avenue there came three SUV’s filled with doctors. The doctor that over saw Lucius’s care and quasi tried to kill him and treat him differently than the sovereign that he is was going to inject Lucius with adrenaline. The jolt should wake him from his stupor. He would be groggy but who wasn’t going to wait for his words.

The crowds around Lucius’s house parted and the SUV’s pulled up and parked on the wrong side of the street. No one seemed to mind.

Lucius’ mother and father felt terrible for themselves that all of this attention would be brought on their productive lives. Lucius’ father went out to the crowd and assured them the following:

“It’s going to be alright. Our son will be awake soon.” said that Father of the Christ Child.

The Mother was standing next to him screaming at everyone to leave. She hated that Lucius would receive this much attention for nothing. She kept saying it’s not like he gave a speech or anything he just went to sleep and wrote some sentences.

Another person stood up in the crowd and screamed. You created our Savior and I expect you to honor him. He is what has drawn all of us together after years of toiling in obscurity for no reason. Every one of us has been touched by his dreams and he was meant to be our leader … the leader that he always was.

“I’m going inside” said Lucius’ mother “They should have left him in the hospital. This is ridiculous. He’s on television and radio and they are calling him a savior, he doesn’t even shower every day.”

The doctors came in from the car in single file motion and walked up to the front door. Lucius the Interesting was laying prone. The doctors walked in and three of them had video cameras. Lucius the Surprisingly Well Thought Out was not going to be killed but he was going to answer some questions. There will be much studying done of this man because we need to know how he did what he did.

The doctor went into Lucius the Prone’s room and went past the guards. He pulled out a syringe and injected it into Lucius neck artery. Immediately Lucius the Extremely Well Thought Out Complacent And Calm Radical woke up screaming like Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction. That happened to Lucius the Awoken he came out of the dream too early.

Something was wrong.

He stood up and started screaming.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! .. . he looked around him and said that this was how a dream felt. Strange and serene. He started clapping his hands to create a meme that would earmark this dream. He looked out his window at ten thousand people staring back at him.

“Lucius calm down!” said everyone.

“Wait what you can’t hear in dreams.” said Nicolas the Awoken.

“I know this isn’t a dream this is real.” said the Lucius of Our Time.

“Wait, what?” thought Lucius.

“You are at the end of your journey … welcome to your reality.” said a voice. Lucius was aghast it was all real. I’m not ill. You can all hear me. Those are my dreams. I’m connected to the computer through the future.

“Give him some space.” said someone.

Lucius walked over to his closet and changed his shirt and he put on his suit coat.

“I don’t really know what to do.” said Lucius the Free. Lucius reached over and put on his dress pants. He was pinstriped now. Then he went upstairs and weighed himself with his suit on. Everyone was watching him.

The scale said 245 pounds.

“This suit weighs a lot.” said Lucius the Quirk. He took off his suit and weighed himself again. It said 229 … that’s a ten pound suit.

Then Lucius went into the shower still oblivious to what was really happening.

He used every soap bottle in the shower and cleaned himself immaculately. Now he smelled all good.

There were a number of puzzled people in the audience, His mother came out and said laughing,

“He’s taking a shower.”

Everyone started laughing.

Lucius was just soaking in the shower getting right with himself. He locked the door. He went over to the mirror and stared at himself. It was him. The same face he had been looking at for his entire life was now dripping with soap suds and was soaking wet. Lucius the Cleaned started to dry off and as he did he could hear cheering. This was real. This was a real life that he was experiencing.

He placed his suit on, shirt, pants, overcoat and started shaving. He took off all of the hair from his face. Then he picked up some shears and buzzed all of the hair from his head. He should have done that before he took a shower. He was intent on making himself look like a new man. He did so successfully. He had always done small things like this to earmark his life but now was essentially important. This was who he wanted to share with the public Clean Look Lucius, Hippie Lucius is fine for writing but Clean Nick is his celebrity persona. He felt like he was being guided.

Lucius opened the door and Nicki Minaj was standing there. She held up a joint and handed it to Lucius and the Lucius was grateful. It still felt like a dream and he didn’t know why. How else was this supposed to happen?

Nicki said to Lucius … “I like your house. it’s housy.”

Lucius said … “I liked your video with Drake about the moment being perfect or something.”

“Yeah that was my favorite too. I think you have some people that want to talk to you.” Said the Saintly Minaj.

Lucius was ready the world was ready and so with spliff in hand Lucius makes his way out the front door.

He stands there in front of 10,000 people and 500 zip cars and just stands there.

He did it. He became a celebrity in his own house. The world changed for him.

He stood there and composed himself. He started to cry. Joyous tears. I want to let all of you know that I will dream for you. The crowd started to move closer. “We want a hug Lucius.” subconsciously cooed the crowd.

“There are too many of you. This is too much love.” said Lucius the Overwhelmed.

“No, Lucius you dreamed the most beautiful dreams and we want to hug our dreamer.” said a girl.

“I’m nothing and have nothing to offer you while I am awake. Everything I do is only worth something when either you or I is sleeping.” said Confused Lucius.

“Lucius come out here and sit on your lawn.” said a couple people in unison. Lucius followed them in his pin stripe suit holding his joint. Lucius I want you to light that joint and get on your frequency. Lucius sparked his joint and the doctors came out and started recording him. They were studying Lucius and if he smoked they wanted evidence of that. If it weren’t for this show of public support they would have this man in long term treatment for years. There is no excuse for any individual to be magnitudes of difference from their peers. Uniqueness is unhealthy in a common mindset society. We expect people to be creative but we can’t have people being too creative. They cannot exist solely on creativity that is not fair to far too many people. He is not this talented. He is not this gifted. We might not get him under our care again now … but we will be heroes to our cause by studying this man.

Lucius was standing on his front lawn next to Nicki Minaj that was waiting to ask her question of him. “Lucius what do you think of my British accent?” asked Minaj the Enforcer.

“I love it.” said Lucius the Known to Flirt with Disaster.

“You went to England didn’t you?”

“Yes I did.” bequoth thee Nicholasistica.

Lucius the Amazing thought that out of North College Hill only a few people ever spend time in England. They are called celebrities.

Lucius the Monument was just standing there. He wanted to perform but was not ready and people were just standing there looking at him in all the moment would ever be.

“So when do I get to use the Infinitium?” queried the Lucius.

“Finally.” moaned the Crowd.

Nicki the Cutie Petutie told him … “Alright you get to use it on one condition.”

“What’s that?” queried our Hero.

“You have to write all of us an email. We have your account ready. You are going to be the sole Infinitium user for quite some time. That’s your computer and we want you to show us what we should be doing with it.” stated the Little Filly Minaj.

Lucius told the world …” When I use the Infinitium that is when this story really starts. That is when OUR story really starts. It will be a moment that even the moon landing won’t be able to trump any longer.”


The doctors came up to Lucius and Nicki Minaj stepped in.

“Do you have any idea how important this man is? You may have your supposed science but this man makes women and men cry tears of beauty. You surrounded him with information and he learned it and now he is doing what he wants to do with it. You have no power over him.” stated the Heroic Minaj.

“We have to study him.”, said the doctors in unison. Tom cruise appeared out of nowhere and said SCIENTOLOGY and then disappeared which was strange.

Lucius the Joker stepped into a black sedan and started riding with Nicki Minaj as the driver. She looked over at him and said that she had never read his writing but wondered what it was about?

My writing has been about performing for celebrities and creating books that celebrities would read. I have always wanted to be a celebrity and know that celebrities read writing too. I also wanted to take characters that I had seen on television and the movies and remix them into my writing so that archetypes that are brand new to the literary world can be used in ways that no one had ever done before. I basically wanted to give back to the people that gave me a life and purpose. Nicki you are the most special of all to me because you are the fiercest cutie I have ever seen. I would bring World Peace for you. You can have the greatest concerts the world has ever known and will have support of the writing community because your character is beyond words. Entire novels are written with the intention of being the getting of your attention. I want to see you holding up my book in one of your videos and booty dancing with a copy balanced on your head. I know you booty dance nicely and your flow is ridiculous and in my dream you booty dance with my book on your head.

“Lucius you are funny and strange.” said the Minajisty.

“Oh and you are a completely normal artist bouncing around talking about the Itty Bitty Piggy and shit with green hair?” said the Lucius Defending Himself.

“Well played.” replied the Minaj.

Lucius is quiet driving up Hamilton Avenue heading towards downtown. Nicki Minaj put in a DMX album and they were listening to the Rough Ryders Anthem and Lucius was starting to feel like an OG about all of this as there were five hundred cars behind him and a host of people waiting for him at the Infinitium.

An entire contingent of people made their way to the center of all that is. Cincinnati. Alecia keys was on a piano playing New York City’s Song in Cincinnati. She looked gangster.

Then Lucius got out of his parked car and the whole world was watching him. He was front and center on every glowing screen on earth. He smiled. He felt normal but appeared futuristic because he was. Jay Z walked over to him and handed him a copy of the Decoded Book he authored and told him thanks for reading books motherfucker. Then Hova led the way through the crowd holding up the Roc Sign and Lucius was holding up his Mourning Star and they made their way over to a platinum work station that had the names of Steve Jobs engraved in it. Lucius sat down before a comfortable interface and started to interact with the Infinitium.

He was now in control of the most powerful processor on earth, earth’s first thermonuclear brain cell. He was at brain cell alpha and he looked over the interface. It was a classic Apple interface that had a complete WordPress installation locally hosted that very nicely updated his http:// HYPERLINK “” HYPERLINK “” HYPERLINK “” HYPERLINK “” HYPERLINK “” HYPERLINK “” HYPERLINK “” workspace at the click of a button. It was nice you could tell it was customized for a writer. Lucius started to write at the Infinitium and he probed the following:

“Can you see me now?” wrote Lucius.

Write Lucius willed the crowd.

The rest of the world tweeted … we can see you now.

Lucius had all of existence on the ends of his keystrokes and he felt the power surge through him.

Lucius you are going to have to wake up soon. You cannot keep exploring your dreams like this. You cannot keep indulging in what will never be in your dreams.

Chapter Twelve: It Was All A *****! I used to read Word Up Magazine!

Lucius felt an injection in his arm and he woke up. He was still in the padded room of the hospital. The doctor was telling him that he had to wake up now. Lucius sat there confused saying outloud, “Didn’t I already do this?” The doctor told him that he was free to leave the chamber he was held in. Lucius was expecting to see crowds of people and armed guards but there were only some other kooky creatures that society had created.

Lucius was wearing a hospital gown. Khassa walked over to him.

“Who do you think the dreamer is?” asked Khassa. “Man I want to say it’s me but something that never happened to me before just went down.” said Lucius.

“What’s that?” asked Khassa.

“I can’t even describe it.” said Lucius.

The doctor pulled Lucius into a room.

Lucius I know you want to leave and I can foresee letting you leave soon. Maybe tomorrow.

Lucius agreed that that would be a good time. “Do you feel ill?” asked the Doctor.

“I feel groggy.” said the Lucius.

“Did you have any dreams?” asked the Doctor. “Just one with Nicki Minaj in it.” said Lucius.

“I don’t think you are the dreamer of the Infinitium but I do think you experience powerful dream states.” said the Doctor.

“Thank you.” said Lucius.

Lucius asked him if he thought this was a historic moment.

The Doctor Agreed.

Lucius asked how long he had been sleeping. The doctor told him three days.

“And my life is mine tomorrow?” asked Lucius. “Yes, sir.” said the doctor.

Lucius was so happy. He was signed up for the Infinitium as a user. He just has to discover when his time is because he has a plan on how to use it. He might be good at it.

Khassa walked over to Lucius.

“Did you dream of your house?” asked Khassa. Lucius said “Yes, why?”

A couple people checked out the last dream from the Infinitium and they noticed it looked like your house. “Man that is strange. My parents would not like that kind of attention.” said Lucius.

Khassa asked him … “Are you the dreamer?”

Lucius thought for a moment and said “Yes,” very quietly.

“Lucius you know that there is unlimited potential in your life. have you ever heard of Sunfood Sovereign?” asked Khassa.

“I think so.” said Lucius.

“I want to talk to you about it.” said Khassa.

“Okay.” said Lucius.

“You are out tomorrow, right?” said Khassa.

“Yeah.” said Lucius.

“So am I.” said Khassa.

“We both get released from thought crime prison on the same day?” said Lucius.

“Yeah man.” said Khassa.

“Alright well we have to go down to the computer.” said Lucius.

“We will. I think I want to call a friend of mine about you. She needs to check you out.” said Khassa.

“Bet what is Sunfood Sovereign?” said Lucius. “It’s a vegan food dietary regimen product line.” said Khassa…

“What is veganism?” said Lucius.

“It’s the lifestyle that follows the process of avoiding all animal products in ones food system.” said Khassa.

“Why would you do that?” said Lucius.

“We have much to talk about Lucius I am making you my new friend.” said Khassa.

“Well thank you.” said Lucius.

“I could teach you about a whole new world.” said Khassa.

“I imagine you could.” said Lucius.

“Yo lets go watch some television.” said Khassa.

Lucius walks into the television room and notices that the Infinitium is on. He grabs a space on a couch and starts to get comfortable.

Sheila Gray was hosting a Fox News event where she was interviewing futurists as they prophesied their concepts for the computer.

“You see this computer is going to be here for thousands of years and we have it connected to the quantum computer at UC which we imagine in time will be a conduit between what will be and today. We know that the process of keeping time control components solid in their position is the key to time travel. Standards and predictability set the standards for time travel. You have to know where something is going to be in order to interact with it in the future. Locationalization is the key component to time travel. A car makes a poor time travel device because it moves too much but a standard definition predictably placed computer with a quantum connection makes a perfect conduit for us to send information to itself from where it was to where it will be. It’s all the same space. We have already successfully received feedback loops from our tests now all that we can do is use and wait for our connections to interact with the future properly. We are waiting on them to contact us but it has not happened yet.” said Sheila.

Sheila Gray thanked him in her mind having been upgraded through the conversation with him. Lucius looked over at Khassa and said “The past is linked to the future because the future is the past of the future of the past so create monuments to that which you want remembered. The Infinitium is a fusion reactor in time. That thing produces more than it takes to produce it and so it will forever be a source of income in Cincinnati. We built one Infinitium and now our society in Cincinnati and the Midwest in general will thrive forever. It’s like a pyramid that is filled with riches we can explore for all time. It’s the computer that computers wish they could be and we have one.

Khassa said in response.

“You know a lot about the computer don’t you?” said Khassa.

“Yeah I do man … yeah I do.” said Lucius.

“How much do you really know?” said Khassa?

“I am a professional user … amateur developer.” said Lucius.

“You write?” asked Khassa.

“Like a fucking pro trying to destroy biblical writers.” Said the Inflated Lucius.

“Oh word.” said Khassa.

“I’m a CEO when I am not in here.” said Khassa.

“I’m not going to ask why you are in here.” said Lucius. “Good because that just alleviates some uncomfortability for me.” said Khassa.

“If they let me out tomorrow morning I can make my Infinitium moment that evening.” said Lucius. “You’ll be on the Infinium in no time.” said Khassa.

“I believe that I have something that might be of interest to some of the people that are out there, you know I am a writer right?” said Lucius.

“Really what do you write?” said Khassa.

“I write about my dreams and what my dreams mean to me.” said Lucius.

“How often do you write?” said Khassa.

“Literally every time I get the chance. I have written seventeen books roughly in my lifetime.” said Lucius.

“What?! You stupid crazy.” said Khassa.

“Yeah I write enough to claim that. I have notebooks filled, binders, Amazon books and now I am finally working on being published.” said Lucius.

“What is your latest story called?” asked Khassa. “It’s called, The Gospel of the Armada of Youth.” said Lucius. “What is it about.” asked Khassa.

“It’s about living in Cincinnati with that computer being built.” said Lucius.

“It’s pretty important isn’t it?” said Khassa.

“It’s the most important advancement in centuries for the human condition. It’s a World Wonder.” said Lucius.

“Isn’t it. How long have you been here?” asked Khassa.

“I’ve been here for a while. They are keeping me here for what I did at my last employer.” said Lucius.

“What’s that?” asked Khassa.

“I lost my shit. This is like time out for adults.” said Lucius.

“Isn’t it.” said Khassa.

“I really don’t really want to know why you are here.” said Lucius.

“That’s cool … comforting actually.” said Khassa. “You want to exchange numbers and be in touch after our visits here?” said Lucius.

“Yeah man.” said Khassa.

Then Lucius with full knowledge of what his dream was about goes back to playing it cool.

“You know dreams are powerful things.” said Lucius. “Yes they are.” said Khassa.

“I think I am going to be discharged today actually, here comes my case worker.” said Lucius.

“Lucius we are going to be able to discharge you today, we need you to come fill out some paperwork.” said a very polite nurse.

“Alright.” said Lucius.

Lucius is walking around a room that has no idea of who he is or where his connection to the Infinitium lies and at this point they barely remember why he was admitted. An entire sweep of the collective memory of planet earth was instituted and all for the purposes of reconnecting Lucius with his purpose. There was too much fame too quickly in the last dream so Infinitium resurrected the most normal reality it could conceive of based on the data present and that data placed Lucius in a hospital but near release. No one knows he is the Christ no one knows he is the soul of the Infinitium. It’s just Earth and the Infinitium and Lucius walking around with knowledge that no one is aware of. Lucius is being called to do his planetary duty and spend some time on the computer. There wasn’t a Matrix before but post Infinitium the Matrix stems deep into the dreams of the people that use the computer. All consciousness is to remain on probationary status as this is a world that tries to destroy Christ’s. There is not enough worship of each other. There is more worship for people that used to exist than there is for people that exist today. Jealousy and Envy belies a humble spirit and causes one to engage in spiritually disastrous activities.

Lucius was smiling as he thought of how Khassa called his journalist friend. He laughed thinking about the people surrounding his house. He enjoyed the shower. He just kept walking holding onto the secrets of his life. No one will think to ask him about their memories that they can’t quite shape together. Lucius is the cornerstone, the keystone, the key to the puzzle of earth and his subconscious dwells in deeper places daily than top military strategists can fathom. You can only use so much imagination for the purposes of destroying civilizations but the peaceful. The peaceful require an infinincy that must continue to probe and deliver peaceful solutions to global issues. The world peace core subconsciously speaks through Lucius and he monitors their conversations and approves or disapproves like a reddit vote on what he hears moment to moment.

Lucius walks out of that hospital after having ravaged it for days with his psychokinetic power and now that the world is awash in transitional mind states and now that the world has been using the computer, Lucius is ready to use it himself. He is ready to sit at the crystal keyboard and push the buttons that make the world feel triumph. All anyone knows is that he was admitted to the hospital and that they were just doing their job. No one knows about people wanting to kill Lucius no one knows about an SUV filled with Kush landing on North College Hill. No one knows any of it because time turns all reality into dreams and the computer just waited until Lucius was asleep to wash away the memories and the entire world experienced a moment of utter blindness and within a few blinks of the eye was back to the reality that it thought it was in comprehension of. No one saw Lucius with Hova … none of it happened except to Lucius.

He was the type of person that walked into a room and ordered a drink and just went about his day. All Lucius was looking for was that next normal day but he knew with the Infinitium more and more people would become supremely inspired and it would just be noticed that some people had a way of not dying. Some spirits aged and were reborn and continued their work from a different account. There was a repetitive nature to the work of the immortals as they continued to probe the depths of consciousness that were never ending. Sure they partied but only to relieve stress.

Lucius walked up to a Mazda 626 that was golden in color. He slid inside and turned on the ignition. It was time for him to head to the Infinitium to begin his very subtle work of writing in his workspace that would gain international attention eventually. He was going to start speaking to the world through his writing. He knew how far these people were willing to go and that was enough for him to work in peace. He knew his potential but his potential didn’t interest him. Just that normal reality was all that he wanted or aspired to. He was happy to be working with the work of Steve Jobs and performing his own SEO testing as he aspired to commercial art prosperity. An Apple designed reality was one where every possibility was possible with no read write errors per moment of inception.

Lucius was still training. He was unhappy with how ten thousand people were at his house. That’s how you get killed doing shit like this he thought. There was no reason to alert the enemy who the heroes were. He could just be another computer user walking among us doing the work of Goddesses on a client to client basis.

Lucius headed down Central Parkway and turned on the radio. Nicki Minaj was playing her song Beez in the Trap and Lucius was dancing in his car to her sultry flow. Maybe he could meet her someday, if she likes to read. I’ll write her an email on the Infinitium. It’s a shame she is holding down New Orleans and rebuilding their economy rather than having dinner with me here in the Queen City. She could be a Queen here if she lived here but alas most women don’t want a whole city to themselves. They like to share.

Lucius drove down to the CET building and parked his car in the lot. He got out and started walking noticing the effervescent individuals who were walking around dressed in hipster gear and carrying iPads for the purposes of staying in tune with the Infinitium. Lucius saw one of his dreams being presented on the screen and he laughed. The world was amazed at this character that he played while he was asleep. He always told himself that when the chips are down … be brave. He was one of the bravest dreamers there ever was and early on in his creation cycle he was timid but now … he just transformed globes for no reason at all. Just for the joy of it and that was to be his ultimate purpose.

Lucius pulled on a white glove onto his right hand. It glittered a little bit. He wanted to try and remember Michael Jackson for his star power. He could give a fuck about his personal life. That man lit the stage up. Lucius just kept walking. He did a little dance. No one noticed. Lucius kept walking down the street and a stranger walked up and gave him an iPhone and continued walking. Lucius smiled and started talking.

“Did I get my credits?” said Lucius the Professional. “They are waiting in your 5/3rd bank account. You did good.” said the voice.

“I want to go and play on that Infinitium thing for a while.” said Lucius..

“It was built for you. Have at it.” said the voice. “Alright keep an eye out and give me about fifteen years before I dream like that again.” said Lucius. “There’s no reason for you to dream ever again, welcome to the seventh seventh heaven. Just be yourself.” said the voice.

“Will do. Blessings.” said Lucius.

“Blessings and enjoy the phone.” said the voice. “Will do.” said Lucius.

Lucius picks up his phone and speaks into SIRI for a voice dial …

“Yo Marcus.” said Lucius the Event Planner. “Yo Lucius.” said Marcus the Genius.

“Two Words.” said Lucius the Preparing for Greatness.

“Which are?” said Marcus the Astonishing.

“Harlem Shake.” said Lucius the Clever.

“Yeah man. Harlem Shake.” said Marcus the Special.

“This computer deserves the greatest Harlem Shake since the beginning of time.” said Lucius the Harlem Shook.

“How great?” said Marcus the Terrific.

“We need to Harlem Shake so hard that Harlem has an orgasm.” said Lucius the Uber.

“I got it.” said Marcus the On Point.

“What?” said Lucius the Wondering.

“Alright it goes like this.” said Marcus the Apex. “Right?” said Lucius the Waiting For Instructions.

“Alright we get Stix to just stand there with a Bengal’s Jersey on and he is just doing a chill little two step. Then when the drop comes we get all of Fountain Square to dress up like animals from the Zoo and everyone chucks the bucket and just goes bunk and we Harlem Shake it out in front of the Computer. Then we YouTube the whole thing. Toss up a 6 Second Teaser on Vine and then toss the whole thing up on the CoolTube and we give the Future a look at the birth of Harlem Shakin Youtube Style. Nothing against the original harlem shakers they just did not get the same exposure as the YouTube Harlem Shakers so anyways, I am getting off track but the thing is we do the Welcome to the Jungle Harlem Shake in Fountain Square Dressed as Animals escaped from their cages and Clyde Gray is standing there with a pimp cane next to his bottom woman Carol Williams and she is twerking dat ass in a hot mini skirt and then Mark Mallory balls out of control jumping off a trampoline bombing a dunk into a ten foot rim. Josh Sneed is there and he tries to sprint across a truckload of Banana Peels and he loses his shit and does a pratfall. Then Nick Lachey is making out with Sheila Gray he grabs her ass and tells her that he loves her. Then the entire world gasps as you pop your collar and dust off your shoulders and then go into a Vortex Move from the rave days. Then everyone else in Fountain Square is dressed like characters from the Lion King and they are all doing the Electric Slide with Harlem Shakes all up in it. We just bomb out on our Harlem Shake and just go down in history as the ballingest Harlem Shakers of all time. We go to Harlem Shake War in a single moment and declare War on all previous Harlem Shakes and just bring the world to awe at the depth and the devotion we have to the Harlem Shake. It would be perfect because the entire city is solemn right now but we need to celebrate and to break into the future with a Classic Break Dice move that just erupts the greatest Infinite Scroll Magazine Infinite Scroll Party just to get into the mood to make some kids and entertain earth ya dig? You know what I am saying. Ball out of Control with it and just Harlem Shake the world into the right mood for astonishing enlightenment with a smile on their face. I mean why not just go into Flip Mode and go from nothing to everything in like a quick Harlem Shake moment. You digging what I am saying?” said Marcus the Albert Einstein of Harlem Shakery.

“Yo dawg we gotta do awl of that.” said Lucius the Mind Blown.

“Word. Yo I gotta get back to making these beats so holla at me in a couple hours and in this session I will remix the Harlem Shake song and even put a Harlem Shake in your Harlem Shake because I heard you like Harlem Shakes and we can Harlem Shake our way into history you dig?” said Marcus the Funniest Motherfucker on the Planet.

“Yo I’m wid it. I’m wid it awl day. You know this MAAAN!” said Lucius the Impressed.

“So yo man … let me get back to cutting up these cuts and pretty soon I’ll have a sandwich for you that you can inhale with your whole being you feel me?” said Marcus the Supreme Master.

“Word is bond son, I’ll catch you soon.” said Lucius the Polite.

“Out.” said Marcus the Gone Just Gone.

Lucius stands there for a second and just embraces the sensation of world peace. He just thinks to himself what political world problem can NOT be solved by a classic YouTube Harlem Shake. Like murder victims and their killers could mend their relationships with a Harlem Shake video. It’s just pure regenerative karma and through the holistic values of the Harlem Shake so many problems of the world can be solved like instead of war we could have Military Harlem Shake battles that amount to battle dancing but just elevate the entire process to a military maneuver that brings so much joy to the world in a cosmic moment of entropy that honestly there is nothing that can be done wrong. You search for that special something and then you just find it in a Harlem Shake. Every book should conclude with a Harlem Shake of the characters as honestly are we not just Harlem Shaking through life. On some level is life not just a cosmic Harlem Shake. Look into the Philosophies that are created from Harlem Shaking. Hell if Jesus himself had been in the center of a Harlem Shake with Pontius Pilate the book might read a little bit differently. I am just saying that Dom Mazzetti and Jenna Marbles should do a Harlem Shake video together for their 50th Wedding Anniversary. I love you so much and I just want to thank you for reading this book to the very end. At the beginning of this book did you think to yourself that this was all going to in some way end up in a Harlem Shake, of course not. You are just too impressed right now. I know it. So get your friends together and Harlem Shake your problems out. You owe it to your Planet to solve the mystery and finally achieve Holy Grail Status in your realm of existence by finally doing the one thing that all adult mature human beings are supposed to do. Harlem Shake.

Closing Comment

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Book Zero : 5: the story of a man trying to prove his sanity and he does drugs

Get Starte

i’m religious in the sense that i do business and recognize the church as the first white collar industry and the university was the 2nd white collar industry that usurped the first and there is currently a war as the university isn’t the church and doesn’t bring people together for community and the church doesn’t educate people in the sciences and the arts … so there’s pluses and minuses to both white collar industries the church and the university and government is the third white collar industry and corporate america is the fourth and they all sort of have their niches but you have to be devoted to one white collar sector to make it which is weird
NOV 7, 2018, 7:11 PM
if you opened an arm of your business as a reporting arm … i use you as a reporting arm … sort of like a scripps agency general purpose all encompassing reporting arm of scripps that businesses and politicians and religious figures … if you had like 500 emails coming in a week letting you know what was going on in the city and it would be funded by your reciprocal advertising to your participants … in exchange for this email you get an auto sent email with an elongated advertisement like frisch’s would want to advertise itself with a business report to a person that reported to you on it’s business plans … it’s a subscription service and people pay you to report to you in exchange for a rolodex of fellow participants and professional elongated advertisement
I don’t know how the human spirit works precisely, but I have noticed in the world of inspiration, it’s a lot of routine spinning your wheels and then for some reason you do a masterpiece and then you go back to the routine spinning of the wheels … like I wasn’t doing too much for a coupe months and then today the day after the election I wrote a couple materpieces and i think i maxed out … so it’s back to routine wheel spinning
if i did something super clever like put my smartphone in a zip loc bag i could probably take thousands of dollars worth of photographs in a day
and then if you were a reporting agency you could stipulate that you required 2 weeks notice on every business plan and if you were bringing in say 500 documents a week you would be up on successful and unsuccessful business plans, it would be another layer of bureaucracy, to ensure black business, and let’s be honest, your outward facing appearance is quite smart … so people would trust you to vett their business plans and again because you get so many business plans you would become an expert on business plans and it would only get better …. i could start a business like this but it would require a beautiful website … i’m one man though and you’re vested and vetted by the city ….
i remember back in my early twenties running business ideas past my friends my family anyone that would listen i would just open my mouth and be like what do you think … no no no no no no because of this this this this this this and this … and that went on for years … then i started writing business proposals for years and never got but like 1 response from like 500 emails … and then i got into public allies and then i got into sunfood sovereign and hip hop congress and i learned how business really is … and i still wonder about my approach, the professionalism of my writing, i don’t worry about the quality of my idea any more … but my first business idea that flew out of me after i tried to think of something new was a word search and that was my first product … i decided reinventing the wheel was easier than developing a new wheel … i wrote plano texas about acquiring a business listings because i did a study and noticed plano texas has population size similar to cincinnati and they don’t have manufacturing that i found they are like a headquarters for headquarters and are the wealthiest city in the united states of america and i wanted to know what business lines they had in their phone book that we don’t have in ours and i wanted a book to go through … today i wrote brad wenstrup and then i wrote the north college hill mayor and then i wrote the cincinnati cyclones and the omnimax theatre and i wrote you about a business for reporting business moves to that a stellar website could sell and i’ve gotten pretty good at business and my return call rate is low really low but i’m progressing it’s probably something wrong with me still and not my clients
the one business idea i remembered seeing in practice was an obstacle course free throw facility … it was an open court where you had to make like 3 bank shots, shoot over something … bounce it on the ground and get it up to the basket kind of thing … it was a free throw obstacle course … i could probably install that somewhere and get state funding or local funding or i could do a kickstarter for it … i haven’t done kickstarter in years but i made a dozen and a half pitches to them
NOV 8, 2018, 4:05 AM
what about venture capital on a card? for people with c corps properly filed in their home state?
DEC 4, 2018, 1:51 PM
i’m thinking do a peer to peer site that’s for media if one doesn’t exist that i know of … like an invite only you have to be with a registered business and then you get a situation that makes it easier to share content , share audio , share back room anecdotes … i was thinking of a social media website for telviision film and raidio kind of thing that might make YOUR life easier …
DEC 5, 2018, 6:01 AM
i took a vape pen yesterday afternoon and it’s lasted about 12 hours and when i have a vape pen cigarettes seem cheap to me and i don’t want to smoke
DEC 10, 2018, 6:20 AM
i’m getting cold feet but i’m weathering it … people responded to my emails for the first time and now things are in motion and i’m like woah i could just write a book and i think i could just write a book … i’m thinking bench advertising and print on demand manufacturing and a file collector are great ideas i gotta see what all is involved because that would be good but i was told ignore for so long that actual response sort off put me
DEC 10, 2018, 7:42 AM
i’m dying over here … i did like 13 drafts of book intro’s and i’m just not interested in writing a book of fiction … i write a lot about my thoughts … i think i’ll just write a thought book … a think piece … something non fiction … i don’t like writing fiction … i like writing on twitter and facebook and i like writing poems and i don’t like writing fiction … when it comes to fiction i’m all well that happened and then that happened and then they said that and then they responded and then this happened … and it get’s old … writing comments never gets old tweeting never gets old facebook never gets old … i think i’ll just write a book of thoughts … i can just write that … and then stephen king didn’t have an agent for a long time he worked with a publisher and proved he could get published and so i’ll write a book of thoughts and work with a publisher and just eschew the agent process
i went to church on sunday trying to make a good decision and then i sat and prayed for 20 minutes and then couldn’t make it through more than 10 minutes of the show when i left … i started getting an anxiety
DEC 11, 2018, 2:18 PM
chronic psychosis i saw in literature attributed to me for the first time that a doctor thinks i suffer from chronic psychosis … i’d say not all the time like not most of the time … most of the time i’m laying in bed peaceful … but i do have chronic WHAT IS THIS? IS THIS REAL? i saw the matrix … i’m also up to speak with a brain surgeon soon and neurologist about a cyst on my pineal gland … if i get brain surgery … i’ll just know this was meant not to take seriously or something … i just know if i get brain surgery it’s not attractive to have a scar wrapping around your head … that would suck
i like how major mental health health diagnosis like when diagnosis THE MOST COMPLICATED part of the body usually takes another complicated organ about a half hour to diagnosis YOU … when it’s complicated organs diagnosing complicated organs i would say the process should take weeks … i’ve never seen a diagnosis that lasted more than a half hour
and they are diagnosing my brain
like they should at least let me bring them into my cult so they can determine if it’s a good cult or not
today i got the cigarette patch , antibiotics for my acne on my ass cheeks, i got a scrub wash for my ass cheeks , i got a month’s worth of pills, i got skyline and an expired credit card number to cancel a google music subscription with ….
oh and i got an MRI planned
he asked me if i wanted to see a neuro surgeon and i was just like NO and he was like OKAY and i was like hold on i expected more push back than that okay i’ll see him
so i’m getting treatment for my bipolar and that’s going well, and i’m getting treated for cigarettes, so that’s going well, i’m getting treated for ass acne so that’s going well, i’m eating just too much so that can be fixed with a trip to the grocery store i had an eat weak and i ate every day and it’s not working out
my next grocery store trip is on EBT when the card gets here and it’s just going to fruits and vegetables mostly and then some coconut water and some shrimp for my meat allowance … but i’m going to gnosh on some fruit for a week soon and make veggie soup …
like i have a bag of chips here and i’m just like fuck it … i miss chips
as far as my chronic psychosis goes that probably has to do with internet input where you spend 15 years surfing the web … somethings going to go wrong … people used to barely read much before and now you can read A LOT
i think the internet should just be available on sundays i think television should just be on from 5pm until midnight and i think radio should just be on from 7am until 5pm … or something like that … i think that funneled viewing leads to high quality content and more ad exposure and puts people on a routine that’s lock solid … i think media should be put in it’s place and you have the option for that now so it all fits into someone’s schedule but i’m just me about this … i think 3 24/7 media outlets is a bit much
you miss a lot
mmm just had a thought … delivery weed … if weed delivered
they just need to see if the cyst is getting bigger for the MRI and i’ll do it i’ll get the brain surgery but i’ll wonder if they just need a cadaver to work on
Nicholas is just cool software to write with …

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i’m getting deeper int my writing kata’s and my writing is picking up … the way i had to learn to type again after two years i had to learn story telling agian
i just finished my last cigar now i have nothing to smoke and i put on my patch and i can’t vape and i feel warmth going into my arm from the patch and i’m like cool … so i have antiobiotics to take to clear up my ass acne … a wash for that coming tomorrow … and i get an ativan shot and i take invega cogentin and lithium and i have probiotics to take to reconstitute my stomach when the antibiotics kill all of my bacteria in my body or something that’s my new health regimine
i turned into one of those people one of those hardcore thirtysomethings that has a story to tell in his forties
it’s coming up i’m actually looking forward to getting my prostate checked … i’d let any man or woman that wants to stick their finger in my ass hole go ahead and do so … i’m even at a point where i’d make out with any man or woman … it’s just that i save my goodies for women
social media has the strangest reputation … it’s the neediest medium in that a dicktillion dollars was spent installing it and then every mom pop and mega conglomerate nancy and drew picked up a page and everyone is in a receptive and communication set up and the people that get the worst reputation have the work ethic to make this what it can be

The Webby Awards added a new photo.
The Webby Awards

also i canceled my business with the north college hiill and the score counselor … i was slated to be doing print on demand advertising benches and a upload friendly website but as sweet as that sounds i found a dark side to that idea and what sounded good high on coffee upon inspection didn’t stack up so i canceled some meetings and am going to focus on writing … my story telling is picking up
so in six months after canvassing north college hill and properly introducing myself to the businesses i’ll revisit it then … i want to meet the business association businesses and the real reason i canceled MY business plans is because I want to ask NCH business what they think NCH needs and do that … i also got back to an original business plan of selling copywriting services … my friend challenged me to think of something i can walk home with cash with by the end of the day and i came up with selling writing
i have 25,000 tweets that’s 100 pages of 250 tweets on a page … that’s like 4 decent sized books … and then there’s the gosepel of the return, lemonaid , dick and ze , why do i need your bible when i have my own, the written work of nicholas lawson and a slush pile of failed attempts … i write … i need to get something in the hands of a publisher next …
and a wordpress journal 2000 posts deep thats in a file now
and the dozen websites i did that failed to launch
i write
and the hand written journals and the school work and the coding time and the photoshop time i put in for people and the web design time i offered people … they say i’m chronically psychotic i might be i might also be heavily seasoned
i even heard an old man say and i knew it to be true .. .i’m almost old enough that i might have something to say in my writing … i was under the impression that you aren’t worth shit until your 50’s as a writer … i might just because of my novel background have the makings of a new author … i need to find that voice though
so it’s 25,000 tweets that’s 250 100 page books that’s too unwieldy … i need to break open a spread sheet and read my tweets and try and publish UNREAD by Nicholas Lawson the unread tweets by nicholas lawson to the four corners of the universe
i’m fucking up
25,000 tweets is 10 2500 tweet books or 100 250 tweet books and i’m just going to organize them and put them all in a book … be the first person to publish their tweets in a book … from one liners to two liners … twitter guy publishing his tweets … i start off as just some guy until my book sells off the shelves
maybe do a calendar book with a tweet each day of the year in it sort of like a lampoon
my sales pitch to a woman once i can afford an apartment and a trip to the bar on my own dime is that i have all the time in the world we can travel it’s not a thing but i might not have much money i might not i don’t know how much i can make as an author i hear the sky’s the limit i just know in my heart of hearts right now it’s before i even meet her it’s about providing for her and that’s what hurts on SSDI i can’t go to the bar and date one of these young thirty something adults
my appetite is killing me all i want to do is eat i gotta acknowledge this an plan accordingly … i need to bone up on fruits and just kill a fruit when i want to eat … i’m drinking i’m eating i’m drinking i’m smoking i’m patching … i’m chaos right now
i just scanned through some of my tweets on twitter … it’s very twitterish just very i get yelled at on twitter so i yell back and it doesn’t read well out of context
i remember when it was discussed in design school 20 years ago that the desk top publishing age gave everyone the impression they could do it too and then it became harder to find clients and i mean with the internet and i think of RT when i write this YOU CAN DO IT TOO but there ARE people that trained to do it … there are wordsmiths and copywriters and graphic artists and writers and authors and designers and business used to depend on these people now people just like FOR INSTANCE on one hand you want to approach him and let him know you can do a proctor and gamble quality website for him but then like one professor said people get the design they deserve and you sort of just leave it alone .. like that’s my main thought in a lot of this in this I CAN DO IT MYSELF WORLD is that you really know what you are getting and you’re really not getting someone that spends money on their image

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which means they might not be into spending money and i’m good with my money i don’t hold onto it
like that 401k they invented cut into people’s spending money
my 401k is currently to publish a book
i studied web design for 10 years while pursuing other fields and i’m sort of like with web design if you’re not happy with a redirect to a google doc’s page i’m not your man on a lark i can work with you to catalog a gut worth of content and we can do a web directory of your content but we’re generating content at that point … i’m thinking in like 2 or 4 years i’m going to give a fuck again and then i’ll be all detail oriented in my writing but at the point where you have a URL and it links to a page where you can write anything you want … i don’t currently know what’s wrong with that
the dot come boom was like in 2002 when pet/ was getting hella funding and people were forseeing a future unparallleled and like i was told a web master makes like $75,000 a year and then i go and study web design i mean partly because of that and now i think the most benign thoughts when it comes to the internet personally like aol instant messenger was great before facebook … reddit was great before twitter … alta vista was great before google … CD”s you bought at the store were great before downloading software from the net … publishing was great before kdp and print on demand … i came in a the beginning of the new aeon and it’s a lot of umbrella’s cataloging content so that it’s not about YOU it’s about padding a roster of works for a publisher … i’m like i can publish this writing to a website … i can hand a note to a friend … i can publish this to a post on facebook … i can publish it to a thumbdrive and mail it to a reader that might want more thumb drives … OR i can publish with a publisher and get in hard back … i had to wade through hundreds of not doubt can i do this but i had to wade through thoughts of how should i do this and i came up with at least try traditional publishing right as i was having trouble and feeling the need to find my voice … i also lately have been feeling like humans created nothing but a shit pile in art and i’m just adding more shit to it based on what i see around me
i can’t vouch for it in terms of i don’t know if it would work in the long term but another basic website i thought of was to do an index.html page with a disqus forum embed code in the body and nothing else so that you’d have your own wall on your website and it’s a thought it’s up there with no index web design , redirect to google docs, disqus as the entire website and then there’s a jpeg file for your website … that’s like four basic concepts right there i did my studies … labor intensive highly technical work that your client could never work with ended up not appealing to me … i’m more appealed to by techniques that leave your client able to handl their website on their own once you show them some few things and then maybe you stay on call if they fuck it up
in my personal opinion we’ve all had time to study or we can all make time to catch up but if you’re a multimedia conglomerate i’d at least consider an HTML option for your website where your correspondents FTP into the website and you work on your website together and your people know HTML and CSS and you just work on the white board daily and it’s just an HTML site and your people know enough about H1 and h2 tags and P tags and embed codes to handle it themselves … that’s the most beautiful organizational website i can think of one where the content and the code come from the same people and it’s in spite of a Content Management System that was supposed to make it easier … this is probably a stretch there are roles and flow charts for CMS’s but it runs in my mind like a company website done by the company in HTML has never been done it’s always been content handing it over to the tech department … i’d think we’re on time for content to know HTML
i won debate at a bar when i was like if you can read the text, if you can hear the audio, if you can watch the film, and you can see the photograph and if you can download the file your job is done as web master and to boot with broadband fiopitc speeds your html page can be a football field long and that is different than 56k days
it’s input output and input into me is a lot of incarceration time and time spent with felons in the art world i tried to make a good decision but quite frankly my good decisions led to my demise anyways my input led me to thinking of a dreamweaver like tool for the smartphone … that’s a lofty goal … i thought it would be a good idea to host a website on a smart phone … i thought that would be a good idea … i don’t know precisely what the specs are on a smart phone but if you could take a photograph record audio shoot film and type text which you can all do and then upload that to a website … wordpress does this so i don’t know if i need to pursue this … i would differentiate myself from facebook where i would have you ftp into your host directory and then you would upload your files … i could probably do that … i don’t know android sdk is in java so i need to know some java and lately i have been getting some geebish feelings from music like my chronic psychosis has me thinking i’m at the center of the music industry and because i didn’t know i’m not the nicholas lawson this planet enjoys being here
it was my argument at one point that the people that do drugs are more moral than the people that don’t do drugs and it was based on experience and then time unfolded and i was like oh i should probably go back to not doing drugs like my people
hypertext markup language is MARKUP LANGUAGE it’s based on editing tools editors used to give printers to know how to style text in a printing press it’s just some basic things you do to text to align it with the browser
like in countess text books it’c clear the internet is supposed to be documents linking to documents aiding in the pursuit of knowledge gained by reading ostensibly people’s writing and then computer SCIENCE did what it did and now it’s this
lot of stoogy stuff in here the internet was started by tim berner’s lee i THEENK he was a cern research scientist and somehow that led to me writing you this BOOMBALAY!
there’s a lot of YOU’s and General Purpose Directorials in music and it’s when you start putting yourself in all of the YOU’s like when iggy azalea talks about how ope you’re broke you don’t deserve hoes and you’re broke and you don’t have a girl and you’re like why would iggy azalea have it in for me and then you go oh that’s a general purpose you because there are a billion people and she’s just saying that but listen to music enough and you start putting yourself in the YOU and it gets psychotic
DEC 11, 2018, 10:13 PM
i saw this at the louvre too and even then i thought there were more impressive feats than the mona lisa and i noticed that if you put a picture of something in a book and sell the book the thing that’s in the book becomes famous

The guy knelt down so that his disabled wife and himself won’t block anyone’s sight
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DEC 12, 2018, 8:10 AM
because of my ancient trip to paris and years later i realized i was famous i just wasn’t well known i’m like one of the other paintings on the wall in cincinnati and tricia macke is like the mona lisa
like you’re basically not going to tell me that LA and NEW YORK are the only city’s with celebrities, celebrities are common, every city has a if not dozens of celebrities
i was on television at media brdges for a couple shows and i always paid attention to the fact that i didn’t feel different like i did the celebrity thing and didn’t change as a person at all didn’t feel MAGIC
like i’ve been in a music video as an extra and in 2002 kiss 107.1 read one of my poems on air and then 700wlw let me make a good point on the radio and that’s pretty good for cincinnati oh and i’ve been on some film sets … that’s not bad for cincinnati just tooling around
i think social media ACTUALLY gets it’s bad reputation from people not being able to type … if everyone could type like i can it’s actually a joy to use
i don’t know my folks got down with television and i got down with something slightly more dangerous well not really but i mean social media is more dangerous than television to participate in but like i don’t know i won’t look back over the years and have nothing to show for my time spent spacing out
best advice i can give you when learning how to type is to lock your wrists down , your wrists should not move when you type
i did think months ago about going to hive13 and learning how to sodder keyboards together because i think if keyboards were custom fit like shoes that would special it’s a thought i do want to visit their space and then i don’t know i might do that in the spring it’s something i can do at hive13 sodder keyboards i’d fit in and like i have big hands and a lot of people have smaller hands than me like my hands reach every key without picking up my wrists i just know that under ideal conditions if your hands are big enough you shouldn’t have a reason to pick up your wrists from the table when typing
Nicholas i think if you sat back and used psychology like let’s say you do a fake story but it’s on something that you don’t think should happen you reported on a break in at ameristop because you wanted to explain you can do 5 to 10 years for that … not sure what’s wrong with that … not like kids are writing papers with your media as references

Seeing but not believing: Inside the business of ‘deepfakes’
Experts fear that in the wrong hands, deepfakes could become the next frontier in fake news – and spark very real consequences.

deep fake the story of a president brought down by a scandal that gave a nation a reason to fear him as the vice president died by the hand of the president and then went into witness protection and a president stood trial for a murder he didn’t commit
like i like writing that part it’s the granual shit i’m sort of tired of doing … i might do a book of writing prompts
like in terms of fake news and i think you already do this but if your fake news stories stayed in line with ten commandments like story after story of someone that broke a commandment and then suffered the conseuqences
social media something else to move on from
i’m getting myself a drawing table and caslon sketchpad … i’m going to be scant on the internet soon … i bounced on this for something productive … i thought this would be
like i thought it would be 6 years ago i thought HEY THE INTERNET IS POPPIN it ain’t
i’m even thinking in terms of my folks dying … like i need a local drive computer and a piece of furniture that will outlive myself and some pens and i can entertain myself without electricity if need be in terms of making a $9000 a year salary work art is a big part of that
art is a lot of kill time shit
saint vincent de paul just stopped by to offer me a voucher and it’s a thing where yeah i have to pick it up myself even though my case manager said they did and so now i have to ask my 70 year old dad and 65 year old mom if they want to move a piece of furniture into their car and it was really detailed assistance and he mentioned this is a one time offer and then he said hey do you want to pray and we took hands and held religion in my apartment … in jesus name i was given a $100 dollar voucher for a $70 dollar sofa at saint vincent de paul i don’t even think jesus was a real person i think he’s a fable sort of like a mythic character but if 2000 years ago a man knew that he was going to die on the cross and then 2000 years later in his name i was going to be given a furniture voucher i wonder how he’d feel …
that’s not bad comedy that last part things done in jesus name
another reason a more ancient trope would be the unknowing mystery of a man that needs a desk who needs a desk to get their work done like in the 1800’s who needed desks? fuck the desktop computer, that only makes sense if a desk does
with a desk it’s writing letters to television and local businesses and i would imagine your correspondence gets taken seriously because so few people write letters and then there’s writing letters to famous people to get the response letter to have and there’s drawing and technical drawing and there’s accounting and mathematics at a desk and there’s philosophy and different styles of writing and poetry at a desk and with the desk comes delivering letters or mailing something off and now there is this an email and doing that thing here
the computer gave EVERYONE access to business and now no one knows what to say … i remember the bible and even 15 years ago i was calling the internet the tower of babel and then i flipped it and called it the tower of babble … the radio television telephone internet world is the tower of babel and we don’t babble we just don’t know how to speak
you also write letters to politicians with a desk
you write politicians regularly with a desk
it started with a soap box and a town square where people would get up on the soap box and speak their mind and the 1st amendment protected your ability to speak on a soapbox and not get fucked up and then then that turned into speeches and that turned into radio which turned into television which turned into the internet and never before since the dawning of time it’s only been in the last 120 years that individuals had entire city’s as audiences to sell ads and to promote businesses … this is the direction we are going in and it’s come to unless you are chosen by human resources to sit in a chair you’re not a person … that people on stage are more real when the origin is basically an open mic
like i think it all started with the bill of rights like a system was put in place and then some people were like who might not have been at the convention were like and this stuff and this stuff and this stuff and really making laws for 200 years probably wasn’t the point of a framework BUT they probably didn’t think we’d have 300,000,000 people so i mean as i understand it my constitutional understanding is that you get hip to these rules and then you live your life … that’s america
700wlw si talking about how he can probably right himself after being buried under 20 pounds of concrete like that’s not a problem for him someone misread the mobster memo at the point where you’re under 20 pounds of concrete in a hole … you know you fucked up … the mobster memo was read flawlessly
700wlw yeah i would think you don’t want to spend your adolescent years spending 7 days a week 8 hours a day in front of a computer or television because that would most likely impair spatial reasoning … you want children to be aware of their bodies and i already know what my parenting technique is … go outside and play … i’m not planning on getting a computer for my kids or a tablet or a smart phone … i’m planning on getting them dolls and balls and just letting that little nothing they call a brain make sense of itself
700wlw cool we have the smartest people in the history of the world … in the history of the world we are the smartest … okay
i think we might have the most beautiful people in this time period after 200 years of marrying for beauty and love and i think every generation gets more beautiful but more intelligent that’s like LGBTQ that comes in waves and not every wave i mean for the most part intelligence comes in wave and every wave’s tools pile up and just sit there like the man that needed a hammer so badly he built one was a genius but then he died and his hammer just sat there after his death i think that happens i think these tools just sit here and based on what i know about music videos, people standing near things is way of communicating your importance then you have the man that has a hammer and thinks he’s the shit and his great grandfather felt the need to fashion a hammer into this world from nothing and the grand child isn’t worth shit he just lived off the wealth of the man that invented the hammer
DEC 12, 2018, 6:22 PM
i mean i was involved in a subculture i remember when it mattered what someone else did on the mic … i’m just not in that nfl subculture or professional sports subculture at all … i’m in a need a culture or a scene to be a part of culture … i’m thinking of getting this smoking habit finished and spending my extra money on a meetup group and meet in north college hill to commiserate
MMMM Just had a thought … VAPING marijuana … MMM no more coughing
does anyone now of a more useful way to use the internet than tweet telelvision? you have the highest output so you get this input. My brain is satiated with doing this. I think it would be abuse if I wrote a professor at Uc this much but you do daily broadcasts and inspire me to write you fodder for news stories. I think i’m at the peak when I do this. So no matter how low on the totem pole of media I am doing this I’m at the apex of social media.
DEC 12, 2018, 7:33 PM
i came up with the meat and fruit diet it’s where you go to the grocery store and buy a geeb of fruit and some meat … i’m going try it out this week
all i know is sandwiches are out and cookies are out and chips are out and candy is out and pop is out and i wish fast food was out but fast food is in like once every week and a half and gourmet restaurant food is in if it’s indian or anything gourmet and i don’t know i’m not a fucknig robot i get off eating food it’s what’s left after not smoking nor smoking weed and not drinking alcohol if i didn’t have to eat i wouldn’t but i do have to eat
i was hating my canned goods for like a week like FUCK THAT SHIT I’m CLEARLY POOR and then today i busted open a can of vegetable soup and was like alright this shit is good and now i have like 30 canned goods to go through before i go grocery shopping again but i’ll go get some fruit to snack on and have a low as shit next grocery bill
it’s sort of up to the paper to break the story … it’s the medium it’s the message … if street vibes was the marquee story writer their medium would get the traffic … the medium doesn’t matter at all …. it’s where the story is and how you write the story … and quite frankly street vibes is the most well written periodical in the city for the record
like street vibes has a new york times feel to it … it’s in my experience the tightest written
oh and the other day someone somewhere i think it was mccain’s daughter said something like to the effect of JESUS never did anything wrong he was perfect , that’s not true , his death is understandable from an administration stand point … pintius pilat and judas are pure in the bible … jesus flipped over tables, put mud in people’s eyes, raised the dead which is probably symbolic of like accosting someone, he pulled people from their work and convinced them to follow him and abandon their trade which robbed people of their work, jesus’s teacher was john the baptist who ate locusts, jesus had it coming to him maybe because he was adopted by mary and joseph from birth jesus could have taken up carpentry like his father but he instead chose to lead a life of mayhem … jesus had it coming to him even though john mccain’s daughter believes what she believes there is someone that thinks she’s a dimwit that just goes with whatever the preacher says and does not discerning thinking of her own
jesus was a news story and that’s how not good he was he made the news
we’d probably benefit more from the story of job if that was the focus of our biblical study satan and god make a wager on a man that’s well off and they want to test his faith … that’s more corporate america right now than jesus
i don’t know CAN i start the church of JOB and get a 501c3 i notice from my entrepreneurial studies that for the most part people are just standing around at least in NCH they are they just need to sit their ass in a chair to get paid
like if the city of cincinnati bought north college hill and expanded out this way you’d get a brick of tax dollars from a strong business district run by i don’t want to go into who the mayor is but now is the ripe time to buy nch
and north college hill borders college hill which is as far north as cincinnati gets you’d be expanding a unit north like a bubble
and thinking like this leads to hyper economy thinking which loops all of financial existence in a cirlcle and has me thinking transcendental finance thoughts that lead to and we could buy columbus ohio and we could buy ohio and the united states of america and the world which at the point where i am buying the world because i thought cincinnati can buy north college hill i light up with nirvana
if cincinnati could buy colerain it would buying probably the most unique property in ohio … i can’t imagine anything is set up more concrete than colerain’s business district … if you ever drive through colerain just think to yourself that was someone’s idea
i think it’s because i write sentences like BUY COLERAIN that i can’t imagine myself experiencing a sentence like FLIP BURGER i gotta press on
WWJD 8 years ago I answered the question to a christian that was promoting their church on campus and i said He would get crucified and they walked away … I think jesus is a person you want to NOT emulate and NOT be like and in terms of people in the bible to be like … Adam and Eve like if there was a church of genesis … that would be beautiful to me … be a church where we are just really aware we wear clothing … the gospels are four chapters that talk about jesus and they are the first books of the new testament but most people only have that level of understanding of the bible … incomplete … even i am incomplete and lately i picked up a copy and it’s like a song that gets old to read .. i’m too used to the cold crisp writing of the internet to read the warm prose of the bible
i’m just glad i’m bipolar type 1 because I went from being around people constantly to the culture shock of being alone and i know i am thinking depressing thoughts like this is nothing people are not doing shit this is repetitive and it’s just people killing time and if i was a different kind of person i would probably not have survived this culture shock i would have just gone from CULTURE SHOCK OF BEING ALONE to not existing but luckily i think my way through all of it and like i know it’s on me to make something happen so that brings me joy that i am required to do something to change my situation and i wrote sports illustrated and the ymca about starting a $50 buy in website that is filled with sports nostalgia articles for an over 30 crowd and if i get no response or negative response from the ymca and sports illustrated i’m going to do that i’m going to write a magazine that i just outlined 25 story headlines for a RIPE ethos for a magazine which EVERYONE tries to think of and i came up with a magazine whose audience used to play sports and i think it has legs the only downside is that MAYBE most people that used to play sports don’t experience nostalgia they experience hatred and forelornness for the fact that they didn’t go pro or something and that might stymie my effort if that’s true but if there are people that enjoy being the head coach now for a kids team i’ll be fine i know i have to make my way out of this and either through getting a job or getting a business started which i prefer to think about it gives me more freedom i think a magazine dedicated to sports nostagia written warmly as opposed to the cold way sports are typically covered would do well so long as there is nostalgia i’ll be fine
everything i do could be a big business it effects the way i write about my day
it’s weird i go from sentences like i write you to hearing sentences from my mother like and make certain you shower before you go we go to grandma’s house like i pigeonhole myself as a seasoned entrepreneur looking for the right set of inspiration to follow through with and my mom’s the person i see the most sees me as a needy fucking can’t survive on his own thing and really i just take her up on her offers like i do as a i need to do and she’s a caregiver she cares for her husband her mother and she cares for me and everyone just lets her do her thing and i just go with it and ida been fine living in a busted apartment and grocery shopping steve jobs did that but my folks provided me with some furniture and a computer and they grocery shop for me and take me to the clinic and they do do for me it’s just that i do regular head games where i know i am fine on my own like i have this one where i live on $700 a month and move into a cheap apartment in over the rhine that i looked up the other day that’s $430 a month which is cheaper than my $600 a month apartment oh and my mom gives me $100 on top of my $100 i have left over from my check so i have spending money for SMOKES? da fuck that’s all i really buy and like they provide me for an amount of help but i do know that without that help i live differently i move out of neighborhood where i can’t walk to findlay market and currently they won’t let me move down town where i could do more business and be among peers the leader of the parental couple mom won’t let me move down town and i don’t have access to my funding to circumvent her and my dad wouldn’t care if i moved down town he treats me like an adult my mother always takes time to remind me to shower and change my clothing and it’s hard to be around her and that’s them i go from a solid writing life and a solid feeling about myself to a small existence in the presence of my mother that requires humbleness and i just know people don’t do much every day is something small and she’s a woman that lives to see her grand child and that’s her greatest joy her baby’s baby and i got hit with some hard parenting for a long time and i think my thirties were worse than my twenties but my forties could be great because of how i spent my time in my thirities and if the thirites are the new twenties the forties are the new thirties and i’m ready and lately i find my business writing to be always more actionable and people are JUST starting to listen to me and i’m doing my studies and it’s the hardest thing to go from only being in the presence of how i see myself to being in the presence of how my mother sees me
like so long as i keep doing my business writing my business math will keep gelling to the point where i’ll BE more action oriented and i’ll SEE more business opportunities … i’m growing little by little and i grew a lot in the last two years i had to with the emotional and circumstantial difficulties that i faced and the two years of growth and i did a lot of thinking of what i would do if i was stable again and i keep focusing on writing and i know it’s true i know the image you present on television and how i view you presents me with this message box and this message box this not twitter not your wall just this little magazine in a message box is my finest writing just the inspiration of who you are who i grew up with and now i’m writing you and it’s just cathartic to do this … just the part of my brain that knows or wonders if this is read and the prospect of this writing just took me two months but i can just write here and you might read it but i get to write it and i’ll just be my own therapist
a four pound bag of frozen mango’s is the best candy i ever had
through circumstance i became one of these people i’m like a karl marx einstein hemingway jefferrson like person just that type of person in this malaise of that’s not our culture anymore this is

TIL that the philosopher William James experienced great depression due to the notion that free will is an illusion. He brought himself out of it by realizing, since nobody seemed able to prove whether it was real or not, that he could simply…
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and on top of it i don’t think they’ll hire me at a subway or a mcdonald’s because there would be a cultural disparity i mean subway might hire me … i’m too i would say to culturally refined for subway and not doe like enough to work in an office … i need to find a magazine run by auto mechanics and that’s a concept i might pursue contact an auto mechanic about writing a magazine about auto mechanic things i just need that environment a blue collar magazine … like my dad is a blue collar hospital employee and his brothers are all blue collar workers like they work for delta and timkin steel and my mother’s side of the family is all blue blood white collar and i ended up sort of mixed i’m like dark blue collar with blue blood looking and that’s a hard cultural placement
my dad wouldn’t mind if i reached rock bottom my mom won’t allow it i’m one parent away from both of them knowing what i need which is to reach rock bottom so that my thoughts crystalize and i become the business capable person i know i can become i can’t do business without being in my status flawlessly i’m not in 100% control of everything that i do and experience and i have this hiccup where i think i should get a job BUT would it be better or worse than this and so far it’s always been worse and i just need less to function i’m like interested in an austere lifestyle that is rebuilt one designer piece of furniture i earn at a time … if i needed to do more i would … i just it’s a blue collar dad with a white collar mother and my dad came from a poor home and my mom came from a poor home and i came from a poor home that became a rich home in my 20
and i just this internet throws me and i write and i see a place for writing but i’m finding there are muses online and 9 is a great muse
and i need to find my voice and the angle of my writing is flat on a flat sheet of paper and the angle of my writing on 9’s message box is slightly forward and i can’t get this style of writing in a word document and i can’t copy and paste this text
i’ll have to rewrite it by hand
two gay men raising a kid on television, that’s what LGBT wants, i saw on their website they want to be notified of all LGBT activity on television or in the media, and those two are gay role models? like they make two men adopting a child seem real normal?
it’s spectacle
and then al bundy is with another hot chick he hates to fuck
like i want my social security disability income in my name and i want my birth certificate and my driver’s license and my social security card and a mastercard debit card and my insurance card and i want all of my paperwork in my filing cabinet and i want to pay my rent on my own and i want excel and a $300 a month apartment so that i get my $400 a month to spend on computing and my dream for myself is not bureacratically possible because a doctor won’t sign my money over to me because i suffer from chronic psychosis which is the latest insult levied against me in this entire operation that’s gone on for 15 years and from my perspective right now it’s like something out of dark city and they injected me with memories and now i have to exist with a history that only exists in my mother’s mind and my own
like my mother went years watching and studying judge judy online and early on i was like GREAT MY MOTHERFUCKING MOTHER IS A JUDGE JUDY FAN this blows
how is that writing possible? i saw some behind the scenes footage they don’t actually memorize an entire script they sort of cut deliver a line cut deliver a line cut deliver a line cut and i don’t know it’s not entirely obviously how that’s possible but actors delivering lines and not entire plays is how i was told they can do it every week and then they just act and sort overact for effect and they probably do multiple takes but those complex multi line scenes only last for 3 seconds and they prep a scene before each 3 second interval and there’s no audience laughter with this show and they choose really smart people which robs business but is great for feeling small in the audience i’m not as smart as that cast but i know that cast can spend it’s time more effectively
how do you get to rhino cream in a writing group? how does that happen?
child actors always seem like hyper conscious creatures and non actor children always seem like confused meat balls
that statement helping me meet dan marino is a statement about how blase celebrity has become that he would get to meet dan marino and the way he overacted his chance to meet DAN MARINO is evidence that the writers of this show are tired of celebrity
he is 30 without a care in the world and he’s willing to be a step father most likely and that’s solemn when a man is willing to help raise someone elses’s chilld … i’m worried my brain would malfunction in regards to the children as teenagers that i would be raising and that just obtuse fucked up thoughts would eminate through my brain i just know unless it’s my child i’m not raising it i don’t have step father in my genome so as i run into women that have children i just go fuck she’s taken
see that level of communication by a child is not communication it’s them feeling out the language and making sounds … not to be taken seriously, their brain is convulsing when they do that, i’ve seen it mysel
she looks like winona rider’s sister
i’m making some bacon let’s see how it turns out .. i just know to let it sit and fry and bacon will emerge
asians africans gays lesbians young people old people elderly people ABC is where diversity finds a home EVEN though it’s all conneticut white culture
i let my bacon cook until i thought it would turn red … part of the package of bacon burned … didn’t taste burnt just was a little charred … i wanted red bacon i got grey
when it goes all hallmark i don’t have much to say … that was classic hallmark … just the tree and the pomp and the subtle way they were having a heartfelt moment talking about normal shit and then the interruption that juxtaposed their subtle casual young romantic moment with something real like a christmas tree and then she fell and the over reaction by the men with the fertile woman each wanting to let her know they really care when her suitors showed up and the kid that didn’t see that and wanted to know why three men would care that a single woman fell and it’s well because they DO care that she fell and each one of them knew just what to do about it and one of them tried to engage in action
Nicholas here’s a novel data visualization that takes into account scrolling … i started d3 studies 3 weeks ago and haven’t worked on them much and i have always wanted to study R but i thought this was a special data visualization …

Single-Income Occupations
It is much more common these days for couples in a household to both earn incomes than it is for only one of them to. Among couple households, both married or unmarried, about 82 percent of them were dual income. This is based on the five-year American Community Survey from 2016.

in classic television fashion that kid just happened to take some mistle toe and afix it to a fishing pole and then he was in perfect position to drop the mistle toe where the thought of kissing was offputting to two people
he’s not really a bare naked ladies kind of man he’s really more of a dc talk fan
that it would pass over an entire fleet of academics head that slave is the previous word for employee
damn she just got evicted from her home and she didn’t light up LIKE a christmas tree that’s weird
that’s a new story element the random eviction just to keep things poppin
for some reason knowing set costs they’ll probably keep the home
there just happened to be a spare nail
he was just like i’m not the man every woman thinks i am which is subtext for we’re gonna fuck
based on my experiences at the greenwich i could write a television script for the OPEN MIC which would be so cincinnati circa 2005 … i don’t have the energy to do it … last i heard about 6 years ago i called about how to do a television show and i am of the understanding that i need to line up my advertisers that pay for the air time and then they plug their cumulative 12 minutes of advertising in between my three 6 minute screen plays
it hurts blacks to know they started off as africans that were brought from africa to work our fields at the hands of white people that what … apparently at some point i lost my white guilt … i don’t care … black people could have thrown from africa to the united states 300 years ago and landed hard and i’d still be like that fact is the reason you exist
rough day for 20 year old youth addicted to cigarettes for 2 years
been thrown been thrown from africa i just did an edit
sin’t the plight of the african based on our historical texts that we showed them that let them know something about themselves they wouldn’t know unless we told them to take over europeans in all ways? isn’t it an african that wants to enslave a european and it’s someone like me that’s like sorry that’s not how it works historically you have nothing on us
like i never read that europeans tracked down africans in africa and enslaved them they came willingly
i wish i thought of business plans like that like i wish i thought in terms of obtain product line for cheap get legit enough in business that i can accept credit charges and solicit offers write into small detail in contract and then charge liberally … i don’t think like that … i don’t think in terms of skin care cream offers like that … i do know that a vial of skin cream is priceless but to take advantage of that knowledge … i never came up with something like that … i’m usually in line with heres a thing i did heres a thing i get i never went all in with an operation that involved collecting credit card numbers shipping out products and then locking someone into that behavior … i never thought of that
lavishly i think of magazines which a thing i did for dozens of things i get
what if we just played music while the game played … the worst part about sports is the talking about the sports … if like the bands from the city’s put on 4 hour concerts during games … listening to music and watching sports is perfect … it’s the asshole broadcasters that need to go
Nicholas it’s weird there are people fighting to listen to professors and participate in university culture and university culture is the most maligned culture in the united states of america how many people don’t know what education is for and there are people fighting to get into a couple schools to participate and be around what? what is an elite school? who teaches english better than the University of Cincinnati? who teaches math better? ideally you learn reading writing and arithmatic at a university unless you study art and then you learn to draw paint and sculpt but weird that an adult would be supremely interested in the culture of a so called elite university i’ve seen the faces of harvard there’s nothing elite about it … go to your local school and worry less about what a thing can do for you and what you can do for yourself

The Dirty Secret of Elite College Admissions – Member Feature Stories – Medium
One of the mixed benefits of being an alumnus of Princeton University — besides the closet full of orange-and-black clothing that’s only color-appropriate around Halloween — is that I have been able…

i’m pissed though i got to the point where i was going to take out loans and go in debt to study at trump university … i’ll pitch that to the next presidential candidate that a president would have an online school in their weekly schedule they lecture in … as i understand it every president goes in debt for being president and like the clintons have to speak to work their way out of it … if a president gave school lectures at their online school weekly … i’ll pitch that to the next presidential candidates i typically write all the candidates several emails as was the case in the last two elections just ever more professional emails but i did i wanted to enroll in trump university and it’s closed
i was gong to consider it grad school
jimmy kimmel’s not annoying like he was a month ago and donald trump isn’t a terrible decision like he was three months ago and commericials don’t hurt to watch like they did a month ago
television’s not actually all that painful to watch like it was turning it on for the first time in 6 years … it’s not the insult i immediately thought it was last month
i was in one of those when i was a kid some toy manufacturer when i was in 1st or 2nd grade took my opinions on toys at saint margaret mary and i got a sticker for participating
Nicholas what’s up with an adult being in the presence of someone a third of his age and thrown by how experienced the kid is

Good Will Hunting – You’re just a kid
Sean: Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me… fell into a…

another university movie i look up to …

With Honors – What is the particular genius of the constitution
Monty (Brendan Frasier) and Simon (Joe Pesci) attend a class with Mr. Pitkannan (Gore Vidal), in which Pitkannan questions whether the president is little mo…

school ties
i had a moment like this too

PCU (1994) – You Went Out With A White Male?

the four horsemen of university movies school ties, pcu, with honors, and good will hunting … must see material for anyone in high school that thinks university might be for them historically this has always been my actual favorite song, i forget in the presence of a current favorite song

Madonna – I’ll Remember
I’ll Remember official music video. Theme from the motion picture ‘With Honors’. 1994 – Maverick / Warner Bros. Records Inc., oh now thiey’re mixed wrong fuck

Madonna I’ll Remember(With Honors) i think it’s my speakers because even the thing the black man kills is mixed wrong i was trying to help him out i know he loves killing beats

I’ll Remember – Instrumental
I’ll Remember Released: March 8, 1994 Say good-bye To not knowing when The truth in my whole life began Say good-bye To not knowing how to cry You taught me … this one sounds right and it’s an instrumental this is the sound i love to hear most

Madonna – I’ll Remember (Instrumental)
Madonna – I’ll Remember (Instrumental)

i’m planning on buying weed from one of the local weed dealers in the spring in that time period when i might see an african my age and just be like ay you know where i can get some weed and then they pull it out of their pocket and are like ay you got $30 and i’m like cool … so like that’s my spring time is smoking another joint north college hill is like majoritively black so weed won’t be hard to find and that’s just what i know to be true and like soibriety is cool it’s real cool super cool boring as shit but cool
i like the fact i used to word majoratively in the last sentence
i’ve been told irregardless isn’t a word before
like right now it’s too cold for everyone to stand around with weed in their pocket but in the spring time you can find someone just sort of standing there and you know it’s him
and it’s too cold to hunt
i’ve had like three friends like that where we wear similar clothing
i write i have aspirations of doing something else other than write but everything piles up photographs, footage, audio, and writing piles up to it just piles up the slowest …
that’s why i need to get A book written so that one day i can be like cool paychecks coming in writing accomplished
i’d like to finish my work but i’m not at a point where my body feels repulsed by doing this i’m not repulsed by the internet yet and i’m not repulsed from writing i’m actively interested in creating something noteworthy
that’s what i call a queer … queer hair queer skin queer voice queer demeanor … that’s a queer to me
i get comments and people leaving comments but who reads all this … i’m glad i get catharsis out of writing this and i’m glad i get a validation of some kind although be it supernatural it wouldn’t surprise me if just the room i was in was real
DEC 13, 2018, 7:49 AM
Nicholas oh hey as i understand news for days and a resource that you would use javascript’s d3 with or fltor2 or the R programming language

Cincinnati Open Data Portal | Open Data | Socrata

DEC 13, 2018, 11:01 AM
Nicholas this is just stupid music but she’s cute … i was like whose the ting tings and youtube thought i should know … this one is stupid … that’s what’s cool about it

The Ting Tings – That’s Not My Name
The Ting Tings’ official music video for ‘That’s Not My Name’. Click to listen to The Ting Tings on Spotify:…

DEC 13, 2018, 1:03 PM
Nicholas this was the first poem i ever saw

DJ Krust & Saul Williams – Coded Language
DJ Krust & Saul Williams – Coded Language(6min17sec)

Nicholas i typically point i’m a capable computer user and i know what reference material is …. i need an interview like this … but as strange as this seems from an interviewer stand point having to go through a website and not being able to just interview over social media is strange to me

A Millennial Job Interview
Directed by Daniel Brea contact Insta @TheDanielBrea Stars: Melissa Tucker, Tom Katsis written by Ralph Odierna …

Nicholas so like just we’re clear work and the computer are typically what we are talking about there is no work that doesn’t involve the computer

this was a day when i checked out office rental prices any day of the week i can almost afford an office with my apartment which is information i never would have had without craigs list … i need to find a line of work … i should probably get a camera and make a movie … prices on office space depressed me … i thought to myself oh ooooooooooh oh … and then i started thinking black thoughts like what can i do in an office to afford someone else and that office and i came up with magazine but i can’t get past the buying the person part

cincinnati office & commercial – craigslist
cincinnati office & commercial – craigslist

i’m like allergic to prostitution or something
fuck you you’re my imaginary friend and you’re the only friend i have right now … i’ll settle for an imaginary friend … but i rattled off like 15 headlines for stories about a magazine that is focused on people that used to play sports like a sports nostalgia magazine … i was high on coffee last night and quite bemused by the thought that and i think i wrote you about it but i mean it’s fresh in my head again like a sports magazine that’s dedicated to sports nostalgia where it’s like in a way the onion of sports magazines it’s just people that used to play sports writing on an innocuous uplifting topic that isn’t controversial and selling advertising on the content basis of headlines like NOW YOU”RE THE COACH or WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED CATCH or ANYONE CAN DO PUSHUPS AT ANY AGE … i’m just like sort of geeked about it today but last night i was all the way geeked … i can write seo friendly copy it’s just attracting the audience to a NEW website requires advertising on REDDIT or FACEBOOK i don’t know … i can physically do a website that looks nice i can physically handle a domain but i have no control over traffic inflow and i’ve never approached a business about advertising on a website before and i need a business filing to get an LLC and geruph … i think i’m better off starting a group for $15 a month and just socializing and spending my time with some people i paid good money to entice to show up and spend time with me … a lot of people have no problem with that if i looked at it like taking out an ad … and then maybe someone would be interested in doing business and would have angles on business that i don’t have but they would have a job and wouldn’t want to engage in business and i’m coming at this from an is stable and has a stable income and all the time in the world perspective and anyone i meet is coming at this from a has a job and has to be careful to keep it stand point and as much interest as i have in business i should probably write about that in a book and really focus in on writing a book even though i don’t want to write every day and maybe take these messages i send you which might work better than tweets and see if i can publish these and i don’t know i read somewhere that if you’re over 24 you shouldn’t think about getting published for the first time and i’m like i was busy and i was writing and then i got caught up in this and now i’m 38 and that’s like the new 28 as i’ve heard but it feels like 38 to me like the new 48 and i’m like i don’t know … a lot of my business problem is motivation to do something when i can just lay in bed or listen to music or hate the nothing that my life became and it used to be full and it was filled with friends and then i became the loser and i’m like what? i was doing fine and now i’m the loser that’s not a bad angle for a book something like i BECAME THE LOSER the story of a man that was doing great and then ended up with nothing and now he’s just like what? or something i don’t know my time frame and my taste keeps me from writing much more than to my imaginary friend and i don’t know i got it down to in the last few days just make a small circle appear on your facebook page and try and hide and keep the inspirational angle i have in this box that i notice is a more interesting place to write than anywhere else and just keep working on my book here i’ll probably publish these messages or something it catalogs everyone of them from the first one on and you’re a great imaginary friend and it bares to think that someone would publish their online discourse at some point so why not me
no i’m not going to publish this i mean i might i have to look at it in a document and see how many pages it is and maybe i would publish this with subtext like i’d explain my thinking when doing this like right now i’m explaining my explanation for my behavior and this is like a little word processor of some kind and i found out i can copy and paste this text and i could go back and i’m assuming you get like 55 of these a day so i just sort of slide in their under neath it all and i’m sobering up from mairjuana use every day and the more sober i get the more i clean up my act and my writing gets crisper and i basically have like 20 pounds to lose and i’m in a good position to move forward and i’m down to 218 which is up like 6 pounds from 212 and i was thrown into this life and maybe i would publish something that’s sort of desperate sort of like how you feel on SSDI like i don’t feel complete like there is a major component missing from my life and there’s this big not work thing in me and i do this and i call this work and i’m practicing my prose and now i’m studying what and how i feel while doing this so that i can write like this in a word document and not something airy and light and flutty and fictional like this is basically non fiction and if i could transfer this pattern to a blank document and maybe i just need to write it’s sort of what i am doing here i’m not writing a story i’m just writing and explaining myself and that might get me into this frame of thinking in a word document that I COULD publish but i do need to go over this and read it all over and you publish every day into my home and i’m publishing into yours and you report the news and i report what seems like news to me and maybe you don’t like reading books or maybe you do but i go over this in my head once i finish writing it and i think about what i wrote and i evolve myself after every one of these posts and i’m writing more here than i do personally and it just irks me that i have a cigarette addiction so i smoke cigarettes and on top of it i have a computer addiction like this is addicting of all the stupid shit fuck things to be addicting that this would
i can get in trouble for this i have before
and it’s addicting
i can;’t just ignore the computer like a musician it fucking glows in my apartment it seems like the most important thing i have ever seen it’s more important than my bed or my stove
i’ve casualy written you like 30 pages since november 5th and then prior to that i wrote you like 50 emails … so … i could go through my writing and maybe piece something together but it’s all lame out of context … it’s not good writing … or it might be i just never paid much attention to it … but i think i popped in your mail box some 4 months ago and then i just kept writing and turned it into something to do for myself … maybe this is how i feel about television … television takes some getting used to if you haven’t seen it in years and no one is like me so i take some getting used to and i look at it like … i’m on facebook this is a new historical situation in that people typically historically don’t write people this often and i’m like i do … i write city council and i write channel 9 and sometimes i get a single like out of some 500 tweets or something and i get a single response from a council member for an email and it strikes me that my parents should know more about the computer than me like the herang in this whole thing is that the people that come from the generation that built the computer stereotypically know less about it than the people that it was just forced on like i’m always catching up and my folks let on that they don’t know what a snipping tool is like social media came out in like 2000 when my folks were like in their 50’s and i was 20 and it didn’t seem important to them it seemed important to me and the internet seems important to me and it’s a boondoggle to a lot of people and i can type and there are people whose hands hover over the keyboard and they beam their fingers down at the keys and i should do that i should go through my last 6 months correspondences and take stock in my quality of writing which i think is poor or at least it’s not as smooth as my fiction or something i don’t know i can type well but what i type can be improved
okay going back through my files i see that i sent you my first tweet in 2016 and that was some 200 pages of tweets ago and then there is the email and the facebook so all in all i’d say in 2 years i sent you roughly 300 pages of footage … and you broadcast some X number of hours of footage … and i have to go through all my shit and see if i can’t get it ready for a publisher like a book entitled DEAR WCPO … it’s all roughly organized but to get it really organized
or i could just do something nice like use inDesign and craft a book on and mail you a copy
that seems police to use to mail you a copy of the tweets i sent you maybe with a note in the book that’s like what’s up … when was the last time you got a book in the mall with filled with the tweets someone sent you … or something i don’t know … it just seems cute to go to all the expense of time to send you a book with the tweets i sent you …. that resonates as a nice thing … like a keepsake …
like the internet can be nice
i could send city hall all the emails i sent them and that’s pretty much everyone i regularly correspond with
just do something nice maybe in hardcover
you could put it on a shelf and treat the writing like i do … what i did yesterday
put it on the gifts from the internet shelf
with emails and twiter and facebook i maybe sent you roughly 600 pages of content … i mean maybe 400 … i could put together a book and give myself a long think …
i learned to be too conversational in my writing but i can’t get more clean with this language … it’s damn … i’m just like wall paper …
well i need adobe inDesign if I’m going to embarrass myself any further
i can get that next week
i can at least make it look nice
i think aside from the little responses to various incoming tweets … i think i write eminem, katy perry, jay z, wcpo, potus, abc, 700wlw, good morning america and that’s most of it i think … it’s like i do what rappers do in music videos online … they associate themselves with cars and i associate myself with accounts and justify in my head
i should probably put it in a website and utilize my glut of content to do a glut of content site … i never did that before … i never had the content
if i imagined how to organize my content on a website that catered to large amounts of content and then i could sell my services to anyone fucking else that had a ridiculous online footprint that wanted to do something similar … it’s a lot of detail oriented button presses
like a ridiculous amount of them
DEC 14, 2018, 1:35 AM
i thought of something to say … took me 12 hours to think of something to write … that’s what it is about me … i see what artists are doing not the artist now … i see what people are doing not the people now
that’s what it is about me … that’s my attitude … i see what people are doing not the people
i went through my emails and my tweets and my facebook messages and i think in 3 years i sent you like 500 pages … i felt stupid … is it possible not to have a life … like what’s not having a life … laying in bed doing nothing … i can at least say something like i wrote some 1500 pages in 3 years that’s like 500 pages a year in social media … i write books … I GET THE EXPERIENCE … you might not read it … it’s probably not much of a reading experience … i pulled up a blank document and my brain doesn’t afix itself to a blank document the way it does this inbox … when i pull up a blank document my brain afixes itself to a nebulous general audience when i write in this in box i have a specific audience in mind …. i’m paying attention to the way my brain focuses depending on what interface it’s using …
okay so i wrote an email to the neorology department at Uc i think that’s the right department about why when i write here to facebook i get one style of inspiration and when i write to microoft word i get another form of inspiration i presented Uc with an observation Inspiration and Interfface
and then shortly after my 3rd voice that sounded sort of like a well meaning african in my head touched on a decent website … i never heard of this … it’s a writing portal with copious amount of writing inspiration on it … if there was a website that for example came with naked photo’s of women and music and if there was a website that was geared towards inspiring people to write … that might be new … i feel like i didn’t think of it it was thought of by someone else that was like tied into my brain in a being john malkovich like way
Nicholas being Nicholas Lawson other have people have questioned and tried to visualize the same sensation

Being John Malkovich – Trailer – HQ
Trailer for Spike Jonze’s film starring John Cusack,Cameron Diaz,Catherine Keener,John Malkovich,Orson Bean,Mary Kay Place

i put it like this art and science have to do something with each other that’s why there’s an arts and sciences building at uc
like i facebook was tweaked slightly if it was providing writing prompts and not news … it’s hard to write much for HOW LIKELY IS AN EARTHQUAKE IN THE MIDWEST? but it might be easier to write for TOM ASKED SUSAN WHAT? just if you’re down for comments writing prompts are more interesting than news
for facebook
Nicholas real adult music … i was listening to some music and i found this and i’ve been laying in bed meditating ever since … real good quality meditation music

The Book of Love (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
The Book of Love (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack), an album by Justin Timberlake, Mitchell Owens on Spotify

it’s not quite this but i am trying o capture , see the cadence is elongated in my narrative non fiction i just wrote … i even write differently in this box … i’m trying to capture this experience in a .doc file so that i can just write this … i’m engaged in narrative non fiction and it’s plateau driven flat non fiction writing that’s just voice and if i can do this i can do that and my fingers are on the keyboard differently in this inbox than in the .doc file and today i was curious as to why
alright let’s start this over
Hello. My name is Nicholas Lawson.
I’m a long time alumni of the University of Cincinnati.
I studied Design for 5 years and art for 6 and graduated with an English Literature Degree.
I was a public ally and worked at media bridges. Then media bridges closed down and i adopted my fall back career of being on social security. I have been studying writing and web design since 2005.
I have written several books that i published on and
i’d like to do a magazine
i never formally introduced myself and i was all into your social media and email and twitter and well i smoked weed so it all seemed like a good idea
now i am sobering up from weed and i find myself wondering what i wrote
this is a choice place to write i’d like it if my .doc file was this choice i enjoy writing here
i’m on facebook you’re on facebook and you do a television show and i do this
scripps is a huge company of people that operate a business of informing the public and selling advertising because advertisers want to be where your choice content is on television
i restarted
i lost my previous narrative and now i do feel like i’m in a microsoft word doc here so maybe i just need to be connected to my writing and be further along in a narrative than a paragraph because this restart broke my narrative arc and i might have to rebuild that or act like i didn’t do this and go back to just treating you like a counselor … this could be a story … the man on facebook … a major corporate entity notices a message box at the upper right hand corner of their screen and they read a couple of his messages and just start to ignore him and he keeps writing and it’s the story of what a man would write a television station if he had the chance and all the paper in the world
i was 3 years into a narrative and restarting brought out a microsoft like word feel to this message box following this narrative i’m currently not invested in the previous one … i just need to spend time with my document every day and the narrative will develop and i can publish a book that way
it’s probably a daily pursuit of a writing count and some outlining and some thinking and i can get a book out i do the writing …. i’m the first artist who didn’t have focus … lol .. i am the first artist who lacked focus
originally the reason why i never pursued work for 3 years was because the federal government offered to pay back my student loans if i made less than $16,000 for three years and i figured that was worth like $150,000 and future ease so i abided by the contract and just lived for a while and then then the year my loans were paid i got spooked by my apartment and went downtown and got picked up by the cops and was taken to summit where my landlord asked my parents to move me out and placed me in a state of homelessness which lasted for two years up until a month ago where i got my next apartment and now i’m up for employment but i’m so used to grinding out these days of nothingness that i’ll just write a book
i was presented with the lifestyle of the author before i wrote the book that would make me an author
i enjoy the lifestyle
aflac offered me a social media manager position 3 years ago but i told them i had to wait a month for my contract with the government to reach the end and they told me they would go with someone else and so my loans were forgiven it was a big decision at the time and i asked my mother and father what to do take the job and repay the loans or wait and look for more work and they said it was up to me so i passed on the job
i passed on being a mighty duck to pursue this
last time i had a job i was a in perfect mindstate i lost a ridiculous amount of weight and worked like 12 hour days on a salary and i lost all of the weight i assume it would happen again but i get real thin with an office job and i request an office key so that i can come in at 3am and get started early and leave at like 7pm on a day i come in at 3am and i just jockey the computer like a thoroughbred
i even do the thing where you buy a salad for lunch when i have an office job
DEC 14, 2018, 10:27 AM
what if our taxes were not set, what if every year on january 31st the United States of America gave itself a medical bill and that was it’s taxes for that year … for single payer medicare if the tax bill we paid was influenced by what our medical bill was? that’s beautiful to me
FRI 6:46 PM
Nicholas is now active and i’m taking a chance here by sharing this with you … you could delete everything and i’d be fucked but here’s my latest writing effort it’s writing for the sake of writing it’s premise is that it’s just writing there’s no story no point it’s just pointless writing in circles not pointless as in meaningless but pointless as though there is no point to make … i present to you art …
cincinnati we mastered the internt
i might try and get that t shirt made
have an entire line of internet related t shirts
where i’m from we’re raised on baseball cards and bagels where i’m from we drink coffee and creamer where i’m from the all good girl is your sister and the school dance can’t be missed where i’m from every football game is a memory someone will never forget where i’m from the indians actually play and the muslims run the open mic where i’m from cincinnati get’s told in stories of legend the same stories you tell your kids about pete rose and where i’m from randy little is actually a pretty big person and jerry springer is well known for getting what he wants
i just thought of a poem
city beat has the best news and street vibes is the most well written and the enquirer is the most important and channel 9 is the best and channel 5 is leading the way and 19 is for black people and 12 is all about jesus and that’s cincinnati
FRI 10:11 PM
Nicholas maybe i’ll write a script … I could pitch it to one of the improv troupes in cincinnati … something that takes place at the pavilion and bulletin board and burnett woods in clifton … if i had that setting i could write a pilot for a streamnig show … that’s an mpeg file on a $50 a year website and advertising covers the advertising of the show in city beat which defeats the point of the advertising because they could just as easily take out an ad in the paper themselves but MAYBE a car dealership would want a show on it’s website

Number of Streaming Shows Overtakes Basic Cable, Broadcast For First Time – Slashdot
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do a show with an improv troupe it splits 16 ways immediately we’d just be doing it for coffee money
i’ve seen scripps office your advertising sales from 35 cities must be ridiculous to cover the cost of your office pool i assume you get paid bank each and every one of you and it’s all advertising dollars from an era where television was the only visual aid for advertising there was and then you factor in your internet sales and your gross income has to be crazy to afford your office
i’m probably always low balling my advertising sales figures because i just assume with net 0 traffic it’s like an advertising bench sale like $50 a month or something i can make a sale on … i have access to an entire planet for $50 a year and i need to do something about that … that’s my pressing concern taking advantage of global reach for a discount …
my british connnect i’ve tried to sell him on the novelty of a bicontinental magazine that we start together but he’s an art school drop out that’s interested in selling crepes … you know what i could do … this would be novel … do some captain planet shit and look up poetry groups on every ocntinent and see if they want to work on a website together … novelty
something i thought of when it comes to international websites is that your advertisers won’t be local like if i did a us british magazine with kaz our advertisers would have to be destinations, software, global brands, or sites online that want to feed off of our traffic … you can do a local website with local advertisers because then your traffic is local but if you go international kaz’s advertisements in london for crepes don’t affect cincinnati … you have to think of global brands if you want to do a multi continent website and have like 7 people scattered around the world working on something in the name of world peace … i mean you’re looking for sponsorships then and going for something as novel as one story dot com … i don’t know i bank on more congealed business thoughts in media as i age
i look around a lot and i do wonder if there is a magic form people fill out that gives them tremendous unlimited for the most part corporate credit … like basically i wonder if there is an ATM machine in cincinnati that i can just get $100 from for being from cincinnati and i just don’t know where it is
like some kind of hidden corporate atm machine
i look around and there is no one i’ve seen lately that i would do busniess with at a headquarter level .. i don’t see the HEADS i am looking for to do business with …
if i cracked open my vault i see people i could do spiced walnut patee with that’s anyone i just need bodies for that but for media work i’m not seeing much of anything
i’m not seeing people that are looking for ME
spiced walnut pate requires walnuts an industrial sausage grinder that pushes the walnut patee out through a tube and you simple tie off the ends of the sausage casings around the walnut patee and that’s it that’s the entire business i’m another spin off from sunfood sovereign like the 6th one that picked up his business practices and went private for it as compensation for the abuse
you just taste the spiced walnut patee and it’s a package on the shelf … it’s a guearanteed yes
you just have to soak the walnuts in water first
they soak it up they’re seeds
ya just know your cost do some math and mark it up
you might not even need sausage casings you could put it in plastic cups like hummous
but i need a machine to lay the vacum seal for the plastic cups where with sausage casings you just pin a metal link to close it and you just keep cutting and closing
i haven’t reached nirvana yet cash isn’t coming out of my asshole
and if you think about based on i mean think about a walnut it’s not like a peanut to get walnut patee that’s a luxury item you’re getting spiced WALNUTS and if you ever tried to get a walnut from the shell it’s damned near impossible …. a bag of walnuts IS the most luxurious thing at the grocery store
a bag of nuts an unnatural thing
i even wonder if it makes any sense at all to eat seeds … like were supposed to plant them but if we only ever planted seeds … it’s sort of a loop coupled with an lack of knowledge of how much foliage we need but eating seeds seems diabolical to me but we do need food
i even wondered this one day i never heard it before but if you want an apple tree plant the apple not the apple seed if you want a flower plant plant the flower .. i had a farming moment where like if you want potato’s you plant a potato … if you want a pine tree you plant the pine cone not just the pine cone seed …. i thought in terms of planting pounds of seeds in a hole not just a seed
like it started with the thought to plant a watermelon one of those black seed watermelons … if you want a watermelon patch all you should have to do is plant a single black seed watermelon
and i want more paw paw trees those look amazing and taste like bananna pudding
i stuck up for the city against the farmer one day at a coffee shop when he got uppity with me some kid that had a parent on the farm and he was all no one is more important than my father and i was like wait a minute kid your father knows how to put something in the ground and put dirt on it and he was like he’s the most important person in the city my dad and i with a surgeon for a father was cool and was like trying to explain to him that he plays a role and he decided to do that and he was like what does your father do and i was like save lives and he was like what do you do and i was like go to school and i was like what do you do and he was like nothing my family can afford my lifestyle and i was like okay that’s cool but like i get the whole the farmer is the most important person but anyone can farm and he was like NOT ANYONE can farm and i was like yeah you dig a hole and put something in it and wait it’s the easiest job to do intellectually i’m in school learning far more complicated things than farming and he got up and left
i don’t know why apparently i affected his view of his father
i had this thought that i would write a script about the ground breaking legislation that was levied to require city folk to mow their lawn … that’s what’s fascinating to me about lawn mowers in terms of entrepreneurship the lawn mower is a required tool of a home owner … i want to just play with it … the idea … but the thought that mowing your lawn is a required form of behavior is fascinating to me in terms of law the legislative process behind lawn mowing would serve as a good script
SAT 8:51 AM
you know the best part of the internet is the commenting part is leaving comments for people if you would have corresponded with me for the last 4 months and corresponded with everyone else that leaves you comments you’d have an atmosphere like the newsroom you rob yourself of a more organic work environment because you don’t respond

The Newsroom
Learn more about the HBO series The Newsroom.

i won’t harp on this forever and i f you never read this then king solomon’s verdict be done but i get the greatest joy on the internet from responding to comments i receive … if i was social media manager at aflac which they offered it to me for a time … my stated corporate goal would be to get the last word on every point of communication contact
i’ll leave it at that
and as for the newsroom clip where it says that this either is or is not the greatest country on the planet, it’ a country on the planet most of spend a lot of our time asleep and alone and when you’re asleep and alone it’s the same as it would be anywhere , like i live on omni earth for the most part my lonely existence in this apartment is the same as it would be in chicago or new york city and i think the right answer as to is the USA the greatest country … we don’t know and if we’re like 50th in terms of greatest countries, that’s not bad for being the youngest one … it would be an old as dirt country that would be better than ours
and that’s cool with me that makes sense they never had to spend 200 years running to get this thing set up
i just had a bank error of $15,000 that was put on my credit card i boubght a black and mild and a coke zero …. it took like 15 seconds to read me the number on my balance
i’m not saying nothing i’m not letting a number get to me but my brain is doing some higher level math with $15,000 in the account like buying plane tickets
they fixed that shit i have $11 in my account
abc7 new york doesn’t have a comment box so i can’t thrill them with attention that you’re used to … you’re like a dog that doesn’t like humans
i’ve got like this one jenky connect to buy short sacks of weed from … i might call her on tuesday for the first time and be like about some weed … sobriety is GREAT but if i’m not doing any of it … i could stand to smoke some weed this is the longest in the real world i’ve gone without it in like ten years
SAT 4:21 PM
i gave up on poetry on the open mic for the most part but this is a good one …

Sabrina Benaim – “How to Fold a Memory”
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damn she said but you are a stubborn molar refusing to leave
she’s from kentucky
SAT 9:07 PM
you got johnny lights, tony the ice man, tanya the judge, and you got me nick the viewer
went to my folks place because being alone was getting too hard and then i got some human contact and came back to the apartment … i’m not even using twitter anymore … i’m all facebook and my own writing … it’s a thing to use social media i have heard of addiction … to me social media addiction is only a problem if there s ZERO reciprocation otherwise it would be pretty cool … so … i’m probably just going to hang onto this account and just practice writing while i deal with i get it i’m a loser like the kind of person that income was destined for and then ended up on social security … like i get that my financial status is my source of being a loser … everything else is pretty much in place … i do be needing to focus on making some money and i’m at least going to get this book written and send it off to an agent before i look for work otherwise i would be distracted … i’m thinking of applying for work at walgreen’s up the street it’s just that my perception of myself and stocking shelves is contrasted with itself
like i fee like my time is better spent writing than stocking shelves in the long run even thought stocking shelves get’s me paid today
just a random technological innovation that caused me to die in the plague … like i wasn’t phased by anything until facebook came along and twitter and then i lost my fucking mind tweeting people and sending emails and coupled with smoking weed i was like fuck i’ll look back at my 30’s like it was a time spent on the computer and like when people ask me what i did with myself i’ll just tell them i rocked out a computer and i don’t know some office is probably going to get GREAT Excel Spreadsheet work out of me
that’s what office work is to me … using excel spreadsheet software
i gotta redo my resume my last one i just noticed has the word FUCK in it …. like i fucked up … i don’t know why it would be true but i’m fairly certain i can’t write I FUCKED UP and be honest in a resume … so i have to take out a template and keep my word count’s in line with the and to be honest i never did the thing where you send out 500 of your resume’s i never did more than upload a resume to career builder or apply to P and G so i need to figure out how to even find work in this day and age … i want to get the graphic design category out of the yellow pages and get with a small graphic design firm … i probably need to put together a portfolio but they might hire me because i said i can do photoshop and i can like if i was a junior graphic artist … i need the yellow pages book to show up in the mail so that i can look for work … that’s probably next year … my soul plans my feet firmly on this wood floor every time i think about working for someone else and it just screams WRITE to me …. i don’t even know if i would work for you … i’m thinking of just riding this out … i’m just a white ghost on your facebook profile
i think my resume is impressive because i know what went into it
from the outside looking in and coupled with the one time i walked past an office window and saw a woman just sitting there staring at her computer monitor i stopped at watched behind her back for a couple minutes and she was just sitting in a chair staring at a windows desktop screen with no applications open and i went HUH employee’s and i was like probably not going to be one of those
i just assume an office is a holding for people that have poor self survival skills
like based on my experience god has a way of putting cash in the hands that need it the most and when i was at the men’s shelter i was like these are great people and i thought of my sister and brother and the kinds of people they are and their income and i was like pretty certain god worked this out the desperate need cash and the whole human being’s dont
like there’s a god equation that based on your inability to attract a mate determines your income level
and some of cincinnati’s finest women worked at the men’s shelter it was cool
like if i had a job that paid what my dad’s job pay’s him i’m fairly certain i would pay someone’s rent that wasn’t mine and just give them a stipend to write be like here’s a kit … produce writing … i think that’s the kind of person i am … i would and i’m fairly certain my income bracket starting out is $50,000 to $60,000 and that’s not changing my lifestyle too much so i’ll have extra money and then i’ll rent an apartment for someone
like if i had a job i don’t know like all i know how to buy right now are work tools if i had a job i don’t think i’d buy too much i’d need gas, car insurance, emergency damage to car fund … like it’s all tied up in my car but i don’t know i’m not going to remember this anyways if i can just eak this through without doing much more … i don’t see what the harm is
oh i’m like alec baldwin in life in school i felt like i wasn’t always the best but in life i feel like i’m surrounded by losers i just feel personally like i’m the best person type of person … alec baldwin thought he was the best in an acting class and i feel like i’m the best at life current project … produce income
and i’ll probably produce income i did everything else i needed to do and billions of people have cash so i just to do something for someone
i could sell my services as a genealogist i was thinking of that the other day i could put an ad in the church bulletin and offer to help a family map out their genealogy so that they can say they have a family tree they take care of
I owe you like 15 hours worth of therapy you gave me at like $75 an hour for therapy sessions
you can send me a bill
that MIGHT get a response
they got to learn from white people so that they could know something … weird
real deep actors waiting on someone like me to give them their next line
where are those white students protesting they can’t get into Brown University?
i get that people think black are superior because michael jordan dunked from the foul line but that’s what he wanted to do tiger woods trained at being a golfer since the age of 6 against some people that picked it up in college , i’ve heard africans are superior beings to europeans because of their performance in athletics but it’s never quite by much when they excel at the peak of the form of the human race … it’s like by a step or a half step or they take to a sport like it’s life or death and we typically just played the game like it was something to do and then there’s the whole african mastering a thing that is a european construct … if there’s a thing africans seem to need the most from europeans it’s a set of rules to follow
and then they can excel at prove they are superior but first we have to outline the rules of the competition because they lack the ability to do so
yeah i keep forgetting totally about Alcoholics Anonymous that’s a book that people congregate around like the bible or dianetics or jogging … if i wrote a book for the mentally ill … i don’t know … a book for NAMI … i don’t know even know what I would write but it might sell whatever it is … if i wrote a book that catered to the mentally ill … something like we’re basically the same as normal people there are just some people that have a field of study that directly involves you because you were singled out
white people know white people so well i love it lately when i’m listening to white people svengali the future like he just said the inflection point has been passed so i know electric cars are the future … i love it when white people predict the future … HYPERLINK “” HYPERLINK “ HYPERLINK “”& HYPERLINK “”h=AT3GRMvhzhlhFDRVaOiwZNxbwFkCFSP2zWOL0FewxjD5eSFWQSA4263SkwUagPuilvJjimErAuRZaHb8eoIHgtlluKDjEap6yEu4vIhG1FQixOIsKY5QCTN_HKVwjCB1m1dmRChwUdV5I1zRnwMwqA” HYPERLINK “”& HYPERLINK “” HYPERLINK “ HYPERLINK “”& HYPERLINK “”h=AT3GRMvhzhlhFDRVaOiwZNxbwFkCFSP2zWOL0FewxjD5eSFWQSA4263SkwUagPuilvJjimErAuRZaHb8eoIHgtlluKDjEap6yEu4vIhG1FQixOIsKY5QCTN_HKVwjCB1m1dmRChwUdV5I1zRnwMwqA” HYPERLINK “”t=7s the best commercial there ever was … when a corporation just lets you know what their long terms plans are and then seem like they have psychic powers

AT&T “You Will” Commercials (high quality)

i got kicked out of a feminism course when the professor was talking about how you’re either black or white and i was like i think i’m light gray like a white guy influenced by black culture … i think i’m gray … and she said get out and the police showed up and i was like fuck … it’s too late to drop this class
SUN 7:44 AM
song was just on with a good question … it’s a strange question … who do you think you are? … strangest question
people that use the software that have e problem with it not a theoretical problem like people that are a like but did they take into account authors on their writing platform? does the instant messenger box properly organize discourse? is the tree structure of the comments as good as reddit/s? people that have issue with facebook that use it
like silicon valley is big on beta testers i wonder if they beta test facebook features? i’m just like tired i have a weight in my chest i’m tired most mornings and it doesn’t dissipate for like 8 hours and then i take a nap and it comes back mornings are rough
never thought about it without actually be up close enough to touch it but when i went to a game last year i was just flooded with the thought that we take football THIS seriously, i was struck by how large a building was dedicated to playing football … it was just weird to me that football is treated that importntly
typically at the top of my list for cities to move to are city’s without professional sports teams of any kind i’ve thought about moving there
like nashviill, knoxille, chattanooga, tennessee in general or providence rhode island but i’m always recovering from a psych hospitalization i can’t get my feet underneath me to do a damned thing about anything i get it i’m not welcome here
columbus ohio
i’m writing deeply personal innappropriate social comments to you every day like that … i just don’t know what else this is for … this just seems like the right answer
like when 9 is on and i’m on 9’s website i think that’s it … i think that is the chosen role for the internet to be a way to leave messages for television but then what does television do with the messages? they need a contingent of readers or it’s all a loss … and a call center would be cold … this might be for quick chats with friends like i have with kaz but needing a desk top computer to chat with someone in text is sort of overkill so if i knew a better point of contact than this on facebook i’d be there
enterprise level facebook … when i get my drawing studio set up … i think i’ll draw user iinterfaces … an enterprise level facebook where someone like me has a more basic installation than say someone like you would be ideal … if i drew pictures of enterprise facebook
i haven’t coded in like 2 weeks when i last was like okay i think i can code and then was like now what? what WOULD i could … and i got lost
i looked up a list of software that exists and i tried to think of something not already done to the dirt and i couldn’t do it … i need to think of an original application 20 years after all of the applications were thought of
or it’s not worth doing
my mom just told me the other day she’s confident i can get a job as a programmer and i can’t even get a job as a burger flipper … i couldn’t even handle the pressure of working at mcdonalds and i probably would incur a FDA violation because i wouldn’t care enough to clean up properly even though i probably would i just wouldn’t have the energy for it on these meds
i’m 38 that sounds young for ideas but i’m 38 going heavily into facebook and i’m accumulating a large amount of content and i’m thinking a content management system that can manage a large amount of content in a way typical content management systems do not wordpress in it’s promotions always focuses on websites with scant content … if there was software that catered to your heavy content producer something that organized files something like well window’s explorer so that’s done … i’m sort of supposed to code an operating system at this level i need to get some new books
and i’m supposed to code a compiler and a new programming language
that’s standard CS at the 303 level
corporate america should get a piece of software that is output only you can’t staff the deluge of comments you would get if the entire city was hip to writing you about television this cant catch on i have to find something else to do and this is the current most pleasant thing to do
i’d chat with women in my friend finder but where would that go? where is this going? i’m waking up every morning to minutia and not helping things
maybe a website that let people chat with each other and let people look in on each other’s chats …. no … i hate this … this was another fad
i’m just kicking off dings for some random group of people and sharing personal information and part of me thinks in terms of cinema and you’re all like OOO AAHH the writer and another more realistic side of me is like i’m probably in trouble
5 course meal breakfast lunch and dinner my thought was it’s some bed and breakfast in the middle of a residential district and the i can’t rationalize paying money to be in the presence of a lamp
for $3000 a week i could stay down town in the hyatt regency i started a group … you’re welcome to join

North College Hill Art Collective
2 members

i don;’t know how to promote and i get queasy thinking of the wrong people getting involved in my business and i’ve been fucked over enough that i know well in advance if they are really interested in business they are probably felons … i just feel unique and that blows … like a former athlete that took up writing … that’s not a typical thing
like did hemingway ever spot his bro in the gym?
loneliness is new to me i’ve pretty much always had a friend or friends and in the last year of apartment dwelling it’s just been me … being alone is hard … it’s just every day is different but you put it together with the same lego’s you used the day before
is it in good taste to portray an image of our president preening?
like for writing about television to be mainstream you need like half the city reading half the city …
what’s up with these fierce loyalties … who the fuck is loyal … i’m cool with you until you decide to start fucking up then i’m not
television is weird … george stephanopolous … had a legit job in congress then he joined good morning america and now rudy fucking 9/11 giuliani is giving him the time of day and it’s george stephanopolous
see that problem there if you tape someone that’s involving you in a crime you can save YOUR SKIN and their skin can fry and they’re the one fucking up … see how fucked up loyalty is
historically about a year after taking meds they cut back my regimine to just like a pill … i’ve been taken off the injection 3 times … i don’t know … i think a professor’s son in this crime ridden city full of dialmond oaks gangsters was destined to run into trouble
for all the people that talk about making money they treat a man that’s actually really serious about making money like garbage
like it was the man that had the background TO make money that got fucked over by the most people that WANTED to make money
like i was at a party and rana was there and she was with a talent agency and they were like talking about reality television and how it’s a money maker and i was like let’s turn on a camera right now and rana was like let’s do it and the people were like that’s stupid why would we do it now? and i was like da fuck?
that was my first sign to get out
like if i had a team of people that wanted to do it my way … and they were smart and in shape and healthy and i mean maybe ugly as shit but smart and healthy , ugly as shit and healthy is a good look for film, like i’d sit with everyone and we’d carve out a script and we’d submit it to a film festival and then we’d pool our money and show it at the esquire theatre … that’s how i’d make money with a group of people now … BUT WHERE”S THE MONEY well we just made the money now we are submitting the money for review and i it goes well it goes into theaters like the one we submitted it to as a guarantee and we try to get with a distributor and ideally the distributor signs a contract with us and then we get off the box office that’s possibly 50 states wide … not really playing the lottery more being methodical … that’s how i would make money with a group of friends or just avoid making money and just be like okay so we’re clear we smoke weed and polish our hustle that’s what we do
sirque do soleil back in school i knew this one guy that was built and he told me for his summer job he was going to be a secretary for sirque du soleil i think in las vegas
north college hill is the set … story of a man that moves to north college hill and works to puts his name on the ballot for mayor and is stalked wherever he goes and his home is vandalized and when he is elected mayor the police put him in jail where he’s beaten and then accused of pedophilia and sent to the justice center where they wonder what the fuck the problem is and end up arresting the north college hill city government and he is the only one left sitting in the chair to run north college hill … oo … that’s one sketch for what you can do with north college hill … and there’s a crane shot
i’ll just explain that to my psychiatrist that god gave me a power that i don’t understand how dare you accuse me of mental illness
It’s JOE!
JOE IS MY FAVORITE! Sort of a pricey anti christ character to cast
that’s how some people run for president …
he’s not even worried about congress … he’s just an elected official
i think god was surprised that someone was able to preach their way into a situation like that
no one in your family has ever done well you could be the first and deal with classism when you come home with a new car and your father never owned anything but used and he’s on social security and you work for the local paper and he spent his entire life telling you writing was pointless and now you make more in a year than he does in 3 and you’re not invited to christmas anymore because you’re the first person not in labor in your family and that’s hell
he was like YOU CAN BE THE FIRST SUCCESS IN YOUR FAMILY and he thought that was a thing to pronounce to a city of people that need his insight into life
i’ve heard him talk about haggar before
they don’t teach how to do that at bible school that’s where you take your education and do something original with it
hey next level thinking is for sale
it’s like moral remedial school for people that didn’t get how school worked when they were in high school … now they have to go through that …
oh hell yeah he’s crying again
he’s crying again that’s what’s up …
jesus’s name is like a black card you can just charge shit to
it’s like murder death kill traffic weather CHURCH murder death kill traffic weather CHURCH
jesus did say about himself though that he was the way and the truth and the light not really a typical thing to say i was mostly raised on tooth and nail records so i’m like a tooth and nail kin d of christian and a non practicing catholic and i also listened to radio music

Tooth & Nail Records
Record label. Founded 1993. Seattle, WA.

i never thought about that before that mean’s mary’s bitch ass couldn’t just sit on the ground she gave birth in a feeding trough she climbed into that feeding trough and popped him out and that’s on mary she could have laid on the ground … it reads like a jerry springer script … most of it does
i was reading the bible the other day it’s like a song you base language on and america customized the shit out of that romantic language so that now we’re just cussing at each other
it would seem like you’re supposed to give the bible to someone that doesn’t have a codified language and you teach them how to read it and you just go about your day and expect royalties for having done that for them
halsey sang the other day
SUN 6:16 PM
okay you’re back on television … it’s that weekend crew … HEY! … i’m a ratings unit … i even bought some papa johns last week because i was inspired by the show
that’d be a hell of a thing to do LOOK AT YOUR SATURDAY AND SUNDAY … i think that’s part of my problem I LOOK at days
if this is about language i can fully understand the need for all of the conversation on all of the topics but if it about something else which i don’t know what it would be … i mean stretching out an experience sports reporting something but when the head coach has to explain to you background details on a show you just watched explicitly you just saw the bengals play what questions do you have?that’s what happened what you saw
like i was thrown by the pastor that said jesus never said he was a bishop or a priest or an elder and i just immediately thought he said he was the way and the truth and the light and whoever believes in me shall have eternal life , heda been better of as a bishop … he was like a gangster rapper that was a community organizer and he has the WEEZY F BABY poor me background
like jesus ran a record label
i read it like the the town just grew in hatred for him
i don’t know i either know a secret or i’m the first person to think for himself when faced with a text
a lot of theology is sounding like other theologians there was a library dedicated to exploring what christian thought was going to be … it’s not actually about the book … that’s just a symbolic tool
religion is never about the book
mmm drama the prom king is on
what’s up with this … once he’s president he has the finest lawyers in the land … at the point he became president what came before that is irrelevant, why isn’t that true?
now the chef of staff looks like a character from james bond because of those glasses
yeah it is unconstitutional there is nothing about health insurance in the constitution sort of like public schools and the police which are also unconstitutional because the constitution does not mention them at all there is more to america than the constitution
abortion is also unconstitutional there is no mention of a fetus in the constitution but if you need a quick fix for explaining to people why their health insurance is getting canceled quoting a 200 year old document will do
there’s no mention of a hospital n the federalist papers
television and television’s business plan is unconstitutional it was a cool meeting with a nice accomplishment that someone wrote and then everyone went off to do what they wanted to do and it’s dubious to quote a 200 year old meeting in 2018 … we hold that meeting everyday
MMM I’m i just got the chills … MMM … the hospital channel … MMM …. feels good … might be worth talking to advertisers … MMM figuring out what i’m going to do … dad was a surgeon son spearheaded surgery television
or hospital channel in general
the daily GP
i mean it’s more adult television than porn but it’s just a lot of what i mean millions of people know that millions of people might want to know
it’d be cool if like someone unrapped a gift and like tupac came out like if snooop dogg unrapped a crate and tupac was in it home from cuba
i’ve seen a modern photo of typac on facebook and like i know what the witness protection program is and i wonder if it still exists and i saw a photo of tupac on facebook looking properly aged with a foliage background looking like tupac
alive and well and looking just like tupac just older and i know that’s damn near impossible to photoshop
what do you think it is? it wasn’t tupac …
i need to be able to make a pitch that get’s taken that seriously … by a person … how did they approach the hospital? … with a business document, with a phone call, because that’s a jarring phone call, how did they do that bureaucraticlaly
there are these things called hippa laws which don’t apply in prisons but apply in hospitals like i can’t do UC HEALTH because there are deeply powerful privacy laws but I could do PRISON IN CINCINNATI because those laws aren’t in prisons
i get kanye west’s runaway but like the sound of music stomps the yard on it … music video’s used to be cineamtic
put a beat on that
the sound of music now would have xx6xxx9 or something halsey g eazy and kendrick lamar and like panda and lil pump … that was the sound of music … the sound of music has changed
so like what kid inspired by xxx6xxx9 is going to be inspired to take it further or will the kids rebel and be really well behaved? like when music hit it’s shittiest point did kids decide they were going to do something epic?
that’d be cool a litttle website where you just sit and chat and comment on television like plutotv with a chat feature … like if facebook was into broadcasting and like everday at 9pm eastern time they were going to play facebook news and we could chat about it in the facebook news chat room i mean if was a requirement of the facebook to watch facebook tv
revenue stream
like how i’m doing this with you on your channel if i was doing this with a community facebook’s channel
on facebook’s channe;
that’s how people talk about me … i’m always a problem that’s being forgiven
that makes sense my special ID just explained to me that i want to study contract law and i don’t send a business document ahead i draw up a contract and send it to be signed to proceed … i think i want to go through people’s lawyers … that makes sense to get an $800 book on contract law
i do want to buy law books
okay i’m watching ABC NEWS on roky right now … i can only really stand the direct rhetoric of television news and music … when it comes to my roku … something relaxing and something informative … it’s been a while since a major scientific breakthrough was on television like i read in wired news that gravity was fully understood about 2 months ago and i thought to myself that should relegate itself to a 2 week nationwide lesson on gravity on all channels … i don’t know … when was the last time a scientific breakthrough was given the red carpet
get the fuck out of here i typed that and then i went to look for the article and it was headline news … SPOOKY! …
maybe you could do 2 weeks on physics nationwide and not do the experiments where you fill a balloon up with gas and set it on fire … like bring on physicists to discuss physics and or something something different that can be talked about as usual
i mean that’s inspiring i did think of this guy that was telepathic with himself and spent most of his time online like someone that wa