the red water drank makes one thirstier for the red water lost

blood is for dancing, not for digesting

(paraphrase from upcoming my thoughts inexactly)

…keeping yourself in the past, I guess that’s why it’s called drunk

↓ skip to 2:09 after first bit… usually trance is better than it’s lyrics, but this is an exotic erotic paradox of that, with some bassline exceptions:



My Thoughts Inexactly: F is Forcing, otra vez

If you shiver when beauty touches you, you are the one doing the touching.

Chew on your fortune, for that is the real cookie.

So beautiful a thing is loyalty despite the confines in to which it is submerged and conflated with—hierarchy and monogamy.

We may never touch power, but power ever touches us.

If real progress seems far fetched, think nearer.

Fate is what the weak cling to, and it is what the strong create.

The tragic irony of our times is that if we are to survive we will do it despite our parents, not because of them (as should be).

Let your fire rage, and if bridges be burned know that they were contrived in falsity and their endurance was a puppet string that you may now be liberated from.

Insincerity for the purpose of entertainment and jest is a higher form of sincerity.

To see the light at the end of this tunnel we have dug ourselves in to, we will have to be far seeing and have the will to turn around.

We must be the night, not to defy the sun, but to preserve darkness from the gathering shadows.

Identity is a previous investment trap.

Grassroots can only make change so deep, especially when there are forces that keep mowing them down. Other deeper rooting methods are needed.

Oppression existing is the longest term predictor of extinction.

Death frees us from the final terrifying moments of life so that we do not have to bear them in memory. Terrifying moments that don’t kill us are torturous if death is prevented or delayed.

To be willing to die for something gives you a huge advantage over your opponents. To be willing to live for that something seals the deal.

They are not the be all and end all, but they might be our end all.

I want unconditional freedom, and that makes me a target. However, because of that very freedom, I am a moving target.

When humans break they break other humans. We are anything but an individualist species.

God is love misspelled, and religion is love misunderstood.

Go Foucault Yourself

A fish out of the water is today’s dinner, and a human off the land is tomorrow’s breakfast. When dawn is eclipsing the horizon, will you be there to greet it?

It is true that we can feel one another’s pain. But it is even truer that pain fades away if we feel one another.

When in doubt and all seems equivalent, privilege the new arbitrary over the old arbitrary.

Don’t focus on what it means, focus on what it does.

With the military industrial complex, we’ve all become prisoners of war; and with the prison industrial complex, soon we will all become prisoners.

To belittle others one must belittle oneself.

Capitalism depends upon war; whether it be a world war or a war on the world, if there be such a difference for it is now blurry, as with our vision.

Teleology is the ideology of necessity.

Don’t fear death, fear not being alive.

360 degrees crooked appears straight to the weak minded.

If the slow and systematic enervation of the planet burns a rage inside of you, then you are a comrade of mine.

The world has such great problems, especially when we remove ourselves from being part of it.

When plurality is singularity, contradictions will be in contradiction.

Give all your energy to revolution, and you will receive it back many fold. The Universe yearns for a new way for life, and has an unimaginable abundance ready to freely give out.

One does not even need to eat magic mushrooms, to be fed the magic of mushroom. There are far more immediate connections than digestion.


My Thoughts Inexactly: F is for

For some, it is two days before Christmas; for others, it is two days after the Solstice; for me, it is today. Each day is its own holiday, better when not planned for or longed after. Join me, for a day is singular and so should our presence be!

Saving the Earth is saving yourself spelled differently.

Lovemaking with others is the most profound way to connect to Earth.

It is telling that words are the weapon of so many.

The only way to have the enduring revolution we all need as humans, is if the four-letter word hidden within is not ever forgotten.

If the choice between allying with a person or with the Universe is not the same choice, then it cannot be love.

I love to be contrary to culture, because love has become so contrary to the values of these cultures. A culture in which love is marginalized cannot endure.

Their mouths say they are our elders but their actions say they are our enemies.

If only we were serious about our play time, and playful about our serious time.

They occupy us, if we occupy their ceremonies, whether in protest or support.

I thought I was tortured by your presence, but now only in your absence do I know this was not true.

We want revolution, not because we want violence, but because we want an end to violence!

We should all have an inflated sense of self—it’s called Earth.

Don’t hold something twice (a proverb meaning that so much is already taken care of and being supported by larger forces that it is not just useless but also potentially harmful to intervene).

When kings realize they are pawns in someone else’s game…

The Universal life force stretches consciousness deeper as it stretches deeper into space. We are left timeless, and need no infinity pre-existing; we can become the infinity.

The first shots of a war long brewing will only ever be known to the perpetrators, not the victims.

We bipolar people can change the world, but more often than not we will change it back.

All that science has known correctly and known incorrectly in stored mediated form is in toto far less than was immediately known before science, and civilization, ever existed.

The ignorant will die,
without knowing why.

Paganism isn’t a different world. Its entering the world by removing that which would defer it.

Get in to the minds of others, by letting in the minds of others. Getting in to the minds of others, they get in to the minds of others.

When your low point is behind you, you’re going in the correct direction. If you’re going in the incorrect direction, you won’t know that you don’t know where you are.

The Romeo and Juliet story of polyamory will not be one of families warring but of families joining.

Little Rock Lost

I usually don’t share poetry, especially love poetry, but love makes one brave!


language turned down side and up
waning vocabularies your love deconstruct
traditions beyond religions keep us distant
love dwells but cultures stand resistant

no love goes unrequited
love curves and is reguided
love can not last one sided
shared in two not two divided

I know your second finger
weighs on two not one
a small rock can linger
delaying uniting of one

our oneness celled off
weddings be banned
blame removes no action
love is not planned
why these torturous walls
I do not understand
later they say I will
when my view’s more grand

your glow overtakes white light
my view windows no other
my eyes robbed of contrast dark
I see you always in every other

your good coats their bad
but your warmth coats itself
you need not their breath
your spirit dances land and shelf

hasty this all is
for love grows so fast
time moves love quickly
space’s reach is vast

I never feared love
but losing great love its true
I no longer fear death
fanāʾ, I am ever you

كارلوس  ←  لانا

My Thoughts Inexactly: W is for Willing, otra vez

The easy road gets harder as your body atrophies, and the hard road gets easier as your body is exercised along it.

Speak visceral words such that one loses not only their sleep, but also their sleepiness.

Love is the ultimate rebellion against individualism.

Remove all that has been instilled in you, and then find that there is more of you not less of you.

If you are too careful—and you homestead in the forest quietly and peacefully with only a few friends—you may let death pass you by. Your FOMO from the extinction event of our epoch is truly warranted!

The asymmetrical conquers in an instant what the symmetrical can’t even imagine given an eternity.

Ideology is the surrogate brain you rely on when your own is faulty or missing.

Not only do we need to rebel against the state, we need to rebel in a very deep way against ourselves. The bodies and minds we inhabit have become very static, in many ways.

You cant see the consequences of past bad decisions when you are the consequence.

On Earth a hundred years from now, all that will remain are the scars we left, and possibly our progeny. It is up to us whether or not the two are the same thing.


Related Previous Posts:

from ticks to humans, evolution backwards

The senses of ticks (and probably many other creatures) are dulled or non-existent save the key one(s) that help them find prey to latch on to. Ticks seem to have a very plottable and specific goal that their infrared and smell seem to accomplish without need of anything more developed than needed. Advanced versions of any other senses would be inefficient to their accomplishing this goal because of the draw of increased energy which would either make them work harder to gain energy or be depleted and at greater risk of accomplishing their goal.

Pattern less?
Humans—as far as I can tell—have a variety of advanced senses that generally work in tandem when circumstances allow, and we seem to have a much more open range of possibilities of the order and methods by which we elaborate our individual (and social) existence. Our plurality of well evolved senses would indicate that we are to be highly mobile and also put in unplanned circumstances. Our inclinations to notice patterns/analogies/metaphors would also indicate that we are best suited for new environments that require a sense of past placement, but not of past place. This is important to understand. The scope and quality of our senses and feelings are being made inefficient by the very environments we are creating, or destroying. If it is not clear that we are (poised to begin) devolving, perhaps the inability to see it is the proof of the pudding! Bacteria are super important, but I don’t make it my goal to become one during my lifetime! Ticks are probably less important, I mention to not insult the bacteria with the trajectory of our downward circling species.

So, returning to patterns, briefly. Pattern recognition is a useless ability if everything is exactly the same (as in a daily life of waking and sleeping in the same general circumstances). Of course itself rhymes with itself! Certainly memory won’t waste itself on remembering itself; computers will displace that need if it becomes bitself. So, in all this self-rhyming, the song of life has been reduced to a forgettable monotone. How much longer can we stand to even bother picking up the instrument, our tongues heavy, to play it?

A song so wrong that it can’t last long!

You can probably see where I’m going, and see where we are all staying… stuck. Perhaps less easy to see, certainly for me, is why we are not going. I don’t care to untie the Gordian knot, I just care to untie myself. But perhaps they have become the same thing!

Binary Octet

0| Bindaries |0

free light
wandering from the doorstep
we can’t ever truly roam
for brave days must sunset
and so must we return home

free dark
naked passions of the deep night
must be clothed at day’s arrival
machine culture and labor made trite
in lieu of a unified play and survival


(influence from #s 20,2210 and 20,2322)