The human condition cannot be fully specified
To humanity. If the condition could be defined,
be would it not, the condition of mankind.
Ability to reason with a non-reasoning mind
Yet, we speak with reason and rationalize:
“Our non-rational kind,
can not we philosophize.”

I’m so confused. But I am certain of my uncertainty! Or so I think. If,
in fact, I am the one thinking. Best set to myself to drinking
Cabernet wine,
make love, and listen to Motown.

Saturn is made of collective voids

Kill off Kin,

Send in the Droids!

Guess he didn’t know he was machine

Man, fearing technology

Breaking stars in sacred texts

 Only a knave can read so that his hair must look a mess

But politicians, professors, popes, piety and pricks have said

So

The story must be true

Yet, weren’t good in the beginning

Until you’ll have born anew

Quite right, the way I like you

Somebody like the Ascendant -Subgenius, bake

cake and blow balloons

Entertain the fool, the joker, buffoon

Trekkie

Praise Folly

He’s turning 29

Saturn is made of collective voids

Kill off kin

Send in the Droids!

Guess he didn’t know he was a machine

Man, fearing technology

Guess he didn’t know he was a machine

Man, fearing technology, made man-fearing technology

Guess God didn’t know he was  man

God, fearing man, made god-fearing men

There is nothing to fear!

I’ve had a love-hate relationship with school since I was a child. Last night I think I had an epiphany. Though, since I am not sure, I don’t know that it really qualifies as an epiphany. Nevertheless, last night, while trying to cram for an exam I have this morning, I realized that my love of learning is not rooted in the government. By that, I mean the United States ranks last among [post] industrial nations, yet somehow, I am supposed to hand my mind over to “employees”– who are told what they can and cannot teach to some extent, and to another, teach whatever bias they wish to inculcate– that want to turn me out as the “raw material”. I am a huge fan of Mario Savio, if you can’t tell. Anyhow, there is a United States type of capitalism to education. This type of capitalism, this neoclassical economic theory doesn’t even follow it’s own rules, much like school. Of course, that is probably because you cannot divide the educational institutions from the working ones. There is an occult danger in education, however, more so than in working. For starters, students pay to be slaves, rather than sell their livelihood. Please don’t mistake me, I love my instructors and love what I have thus far learned through my education (for the most part), but, at least to some extent, we are all teachers and students–organically. Further, education is not linear, though its structure is. What about the information, the data? I believe that we should treat our minds as children, to paraphrase Thoreau. Since I believe that, I have to consider whether or not I would subject my children to this system of learning. I wouldn’t. I am sad that this is the best I could do for my children: hand them over and let things go from there. Hell, children are taught that Columbus found the Earth to be round. Any lover of astronomy would laugh their asses off. Rightfully so. Then older generations feel some need to yell about kids no longer using pencils in the classroom. Why should they? The advancements of technology have made it so that the pencil is not a requirement. Besides, I would feel better that my child could type in this world rather than print nicely. Haven’t we surpassed this type of schooling? It’s funny, “scholar” has its roots in “leisure”. Educators say, “It’s about learning not grades.” When is school about learning and when is it a business? Now there are all these little ads on television and such that scream, “8 weeks! Become a nursing assistant!” Why? The majors in college aren’t matching up with the jobs in the “real” world anyhow. How many graduates are going to work for NASA? Oh, but, regardless, they will be paid more! What? When did profit trump education? Forgive me, I see the world for what it could be. It’s the biggest taboo. I would say that it is much easier to go off and fornicate with a sibling than it is to argue that our educational system is outdated and can be harmful to what it espouses. 1 week to go over a work! Ha. It’s not that it is impossible to do, but to really engage with the information, to invest the self into it, to interact, and question and compare and embrace–it all seems rather limiting in contrast to the vastness of information itself. As if knowledge, as if the mind were stuck, never moving nor changing. Bah! When I was a child, I was forced to  write with my right hand. I was born left-handed. I was born after Freedom Summer, and I didn’t go to Catholic school. It’s a classic embodiment of being taught that we learn the “wrong” way. No, we are always learning. Learning and how one learns is in constant motion because information moves constantly. Scientifically, the better our tools get the better our information is. Paradoxically, to get better tools, we need better information. Now that we better tools, why are we limiting our information? Now that we have so much information, why aren’t making/using better tools? Why are we still clinging and fighting to defend what we have done generations ago? Eh. I have to get ready for class.

Is it Zday yet?

Mark me humble, for that I can be proud.

Hell, I can even call myself a Christian aloud.

I worship a man, not what he brought.

God or Idolatry? That’s closer to naught.

Darwin is the devil of the highbrowed!

Bible beatings burn beastly for Dante and his crowd.

I have proof: circular donkeys on a shroud.

Grace alone and faith you have not sought.

Mark me humble.

Closer to naught; In heave, only elites allowed

Seven days, subjective, Word  of God avowed

Dinosaurs? Again? Poor educated cannot be taught.

Why the creationism onslaught?

Science persecutes for having bowed

Mark me humble.

The Gnosis of Bath

Should She–Mother, Woman–suffer up a cross,
A dinner: Pesto ‘N Placenta pasta? Pray,
Her bellied OM is Rape and Form in Chaos.

Sophie-wisdom: “Virgin Mary Whore” lip gloss
for Jesu and Sun, Eyesis; Vagina-clam of Venus, Lucifer.
Should She–Mother, Woman–suffer up a cross?

She bears light, life, water and blood on thighs of Thoth. Made two of One? Then, She, virginity, so trinity all at once.
Her bellied OM is Rape and Form in Chaos.

Busy and bust her breasts. Confess her sin and self as dross
at mass? Bathed bless for modest but sexy church dress. KNEEL!
Should She-Mother, Woman-suffer up a cross?

Hail Shekinah and Lilith!
Barren lady of Babylon, ride on
your pilgrimage, in scarlet legs and Alice lettered A’s.
Pride ’N Penthouse pussy;
Would that Her roar turn a poaching?
Should She-Mother, Woman–suffer up a cross?
Her bellied OM is rape and form in Chaos.

Just as the seed resides in the soil, so spring in Womb.
There are no divisions in Eden. Since She bears the Martyr,

his cross is Hers, too.

Adam is Eve.
Salvation in sovereignty.

I hate the word “Plethora.” It’s pretentious ,matter of fact.

What if things are scarce?

Why can’t you just say “A lot.” Fuck!

 If arrogance were a creed, I would call the word pious.

Actually, I think arrogance is a religion.

It’s an overabundance of bullshit

Or cow shit, or dog shit, eh, just bullshit

 Pleth-o-ra

And now, too, arrogance and its religion

Though I love technology, tools are never scarce

And actually, pity the pious

 Chosen and not allowed to fuck

this is a painting i am working on. i am looking to give it my mom.  it’s still in progress,and i’m still not even sure about the name, but i thought i’d put it up.

Inside shelter walls,

A new day feels old.

 Approaching ruins

 Of the storm past

 The storm is over

Why does it seem to last?

 At least, inasmuch as the aftermath

The presence of the wrecking

Laid in the wreckage.

Effect not separate from cause

If Shiva reflects herself,

Does she destroy herself

 Or her reflection ?

Would that the destroyer go with its destructions;

Darkness cannot be mirrored in light.

We laid in the wreckage We laid in We

No foundation left

Shitty Carpenter

I’m no freemason.

Built-in Damage

Storms are bound to happen.

Build arcs instead of walls.

 Try to make good Try to make Try to Try

Paint yourself a pretty prostitute

A woman of a pseudo-feminazism

even then askew

Breasts pressed firmly against

a slobbering view

Take hold of yourself

Take care of yourself

Fake Goddess Strength

Pride of a woman’s roar

Turned poaching

Stare in the dark at and on the wall

The day is not over at all

Ability to sleep when there is no peace

Comforting

Smell just out of wash blue blanket

Life’s no fun

Boredom

Under the Sun

It’s all been done

Something to do

Brand new

size too big Vera Wang shoes

Not stuck here but there

Wait in vain

For your eyes to adjust to the dark

Not stuck here but there

Love struck

With you

Joint endeavour

Project made with four hands

Eco-buildings made of  different colored sands

And if the tide should sweep them away

We’ll move along with it and play

In dreams

Sleep come easy

Pray, 

How the dawn