livin, stairs.

I'ma all moved in to my new place, and i got a weird and cute little dog named dizzy dustmop spectacular fantastic super. yea, he's kewl. anybody look att his, call me, i gots no more internets, 513-235-9014. yea, livin. i still occupy a third and fourth floor of an old building, some things never change at all...

dot dot dot...

David Bowie's 'Space Oddity' album from 197_ (3)(or 4 or 5)(?)

Wow, no, it's 1969...

Is fucking awesome and incredible and always makes me inspired in some sort of way which is the most amazing and intriguing part : To be moderately talented and driven in a few different aspects and theories and/or ____ of art- and to have inspiration and ideas pertaining to all and/or a few of all or a few of these retrospects, facets, muses, intrigues, involvements... to put one verbalicious descriptive noun or adjective on a thing that is so many different things-
going on all at once-
this can be a challenge. This can be something not to be worried about at this particular moment, for I am instead picking up a different pen and experimenting in the flow of sharpie ink...
dot dot dot...

the forthwith happy

this fourth was one to be remembered by cheap grape jelly and sparklers from big lots, and i freaked out some babysitters. trying to find the party three times only to find it was back at the place we started at, cheap whiskey being thrown across the table right after the heavy chairs get tossed down the stairs and laughs under the breathe at what he is going to say or do when he finds out what went down... well that's what he gets for slinging whiskey across the table and being belligerent, fuck it. it's all in good fun anyway, and nobody was going to dine on that months-old grape sugar concoction anyway, again, fuck it. coffee tastes even greater when there are grounds in it the morning after laughing way too much at people off their rockers, listening to sonic youth and loving it so much, smiling and smiling and smiling and laughing at each other's human-ness.
and to make this morning even better, i get a check in the mail! finally! it took forever! i get paid to take clothes off for art classes hells yes!

worLds

i love the rain and i love markers and movies and laughing and i love words.

Gloria Shift Smile

I'm just tay-kin in what's around,

life is funny, it's going going going and never stopping, even when sleep occurs, still, All goes on. The individual his or her self does not seem to matter yet personal individuality makes impact in energies and thought patterns one comes in to contact with, yet consciousness in this world of earth seems so two-dimensional- yet to be aware, conscious- of all and everything and everyone here- first we must define here and ALL. The great ALL- an eyelash closing upon an idea as the moon shines upon the flower reflection in the puddle on the dirty city street. I push my hair behind my left ear and take a hurried worried breathe, a minor chord strikes in the soundtrack constant, I glance left in the hope to catch another glimpse of...
of what i felt in my heart just a ...
minute or so ago...
i think... so called...

i'm alone in my kitchen with the cluttered table over top of the collection of dirty shoes, the wind picks up and the leaves remind me of how green they really are, and how time keeps going on, the guitar keeps strumming slowly.

and now back,
with one single fantastic breathe the Gloria Shift.

With one single fantastic breathe the Gloria Shift locks in to place
The All
Never to be forgotten head change but only to be looked at through side glace observation the sacred is never to looked at head on straightly eyes open, Fan-tas-tic cannot be seen and can only be described through beat and metaphor, although once the door is opened contact is imminent with all around and thought of...

"The ALL is MIND; The Universe is Mental,"
~The Kybalion

Every word leaving my lips smiles arrows aiming for anyone listening, I offer up freedom and i offer up different ways of thinking and perceiving, the Gloria Shift forever constant.
love.
peace.
understanding.
light.

fractals of wind move the trees and i am thankful yet again for the ever constant flowering of knowledge able to be side glanced, mathematically i give thanks, a smile permeates the universe and goes on forever
goes on forever
I smile to release a magic chain reaction fractal of interpretational grace and reaction, a ripple effect throughout this corner of the milky way, beyond, beyond.

Amazing light of the forever un-namable, no letters are worthy:
your name is an action:
Gloria Shift Smile
;)

astronomy domine

to be honest, or well, more to be an excuse or explanation, i haven't been writing a lot lately on this computer blog thing. life has been making me write with great pens in little notebooks in order to capture feelings crossing my path in places such as not in my room waaaay up here on the forth floor in over-the-rhine. I've been taking cool pictures while participating in walking around this crazy city, drinking wine about every night to help me keep things gravy, creating art spurratically whenever i get a cool idea, stars and purple and red and black. azyah is getting so much more fun, she was always fun, and amazingly she is getting even more fun! we went to the record store so she could pick out a tape for the car: she picked out Pink Floyd's first album Piper at the Gates of Dawn. wo. she liked the picture on the front, and now she always wants me to put it in so she can listen to it. i like it, too. especially astronomy domine. sweeeet. early pink floyd rocks.

computer thing

things have been weird.

the court case is a pain in my ass, but it's going to be all good.
remember: don't sign for weird packages.
:don't listen to pissed off people
:don't stop smiling
:dance your ass of when you get the chance
:don't listen to pissed off people
:fuck the dumb shit

yea.
i've been doing a lot of writing, but not on this computer thing.