the furnace versus dogma I
the furnace: a place where misfits hang out together, and dogma I: the catalyst for the unusual situation between those misfit youths gathered there.
the furnace: a place where misfits hang out together, and dogma I: the catalyst for the unusual situation between those misfit youths gathered there.
there is no right or wrong… aspects of the ridiculous wings of faith… deceptive ends to the chaotic fine wires of peace… there is the taking of things for granted… skating on thin ice in the middle of summer… snippets of a greater piece of harmony… one that accepts the animal and the intellect… what grounds we tread that slowly creeps like vine and ivy… the surging likenesses of a darker whim that only the dispossessed find solace within… there are such sacred arts that one cannot penetrate by will alone… the Crow leads us on with flight path thrown for loops and loops as we stare bewildered at the mess made gently… the scary thoughts seem to permeate the lost souls that inhabit a material world left to our own devices… the hum between the trees floating like melody …
Zappa Xero, writer and bizarre enthusiast of all things drug, and his adventures to find and use the drugs and people to inspire himself against his arch-nemesis, Nixon Void.
“Contrary to what many thoughtless people seem to believe, dandyism is not even an excessive delight in clothes and material elegance. For the perfect dandy, these things are no more than the symbol of the aristocratic superiority of his mind.”
~ Charles Baudelaire; writer, poet, and dandy.
the lower extremities ached, and sleep was the steady as the days drifted by… the dreams became fitful and hazy, and the back took the shrug out of my shoulders… looking behind my steps was the difficult gesture, and we were lost to the grace of enthusiastic pretending… sanity was real and the feelings were nervy… as the plant seemed to ween us off of its requirements, we weren’t the capable ones to say that we were done with it yet, but the constriction in my chest says otherwise about that topic… it has been interesting reexamining some of the previous feelings connected with it, but the negative feelings seem to outweigh the positive ones… it is difficult to reset those imperatives that have kind of been directing themselves, but I was always more than willing to find out …
“I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”
~ Jack Kerovac; author, philosopher, poet, dreamer.