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    Friday, February 8th, 2008
    11:12 am
    Writer's Block: Weekend Plans
    U of C folk fest free stuff sat and sun afternoon
    Tuesday, January 1st, 2008
    12:04 pm
    The Eve of Eden



    In the garden of Eve, Everything was the same, absolute balance! The rivers had washing to the sea. The rivers and sea were one. We were god, god was us. Death if you well. We were so close together neither one of us known the other existed. Complete Enthalpy, Nowhere to run, nowhere to hind. There was here. Here was there.

    Rather, it be: Zeus taking his sword and dividing us into sun and the moon; Or be it Eve's reflection in the lake, giving her feeling the desire to create something a beautiful as what she saw; Or Newton becoming self conscious by getting hit on the head by an apple.

    Regardless, passions are the desire to unit with our true selves, participating means seeing ourselves in others or getting inside of others. The conundrum of only understanding ourselves only by the separation from passion is a double-edged sword.

    Getting hurt, the blood runs down, we look around; hear the sound, remembering we are still alive. Cool rains of truth leave us cold. No towel shriving waiting to dry remembering what it's like to be alive.

    Others, wasting all their energy crawling back inside their original understanding are empty and need to sleep.

    Necessity is the mother of invention, be it sleep or building a bridge or a boat. Only when people leave our lives we can became what we lack.

    When I let my dog out side for her usual morning ritual with the chasing and barking at the squirrels up the tree by the bird feeder, then looking to see if I am watching where if she see my watching she will continue to bark for and extended time. Then she runs another tree. The neighbors have some dogs the like to bark with her. The biggest one is the laziest and doesn't bark long. The middle one carries an old basketball, chew toy, to entice or make jealous. The little one is the last one to lose interest in barking and all ways has to get the last bark in, unless I am watching Pretty girl. Then it Pretty girl who is the bitch of the back yards where she continues to stay outside and goes over to the other corner of the backyards and bark at this large male dog, most likely, until she gets hungry. Then she comes back in to get a treat.

    This morning it has just quit raining. After raining for four days washing way, the usual smells of the back yard, squirrels and other dogs. Dog's modes of passion are mostly related smell. This time she isn't as passionate without her old factories blowing primal information about food and sex.
    This time she able to quiet her impulses and look at the squirrels or study them. Now the smells aren't driving her actions making her free. With her being free from self her learning curve goes up and slowly crawls, in a stalking action, over to the squirrels.

    Pretty girl was able to experiment with new ways of catching squirrel after the rains came. Before the rains washed away the overly saturated world of passions, release against it's self. How did Noah separate himself from primal information about survival and start to build the ark?

    In the movie "Sometime about Marry" This dude gets too excited about this women and can't act right around her. Therefore, he starts to masturbate before they go on a date. Where he can free his penis from the spell, her vagina has over it and to see her for what she truly is.

    Relating to Soul Mates, Does she past the spank test?
    But dear Jesus what visions should we hold in your minds?

    Knowing when to stop:

    Every body sees the fat over weight Buddha as a symbol of somebody how as able to free him self from desire. Today we know that fat produces estrogen. Like a dog that licks his own dick with too much estrogen, your sex drive backs into it's self and trumps any non-food type of desire.

    When Eve of the garden was looking at her relation in the water, she saw her beauty wanted to create something just as beautiful awaking her maternal instincts.

    Liberace had his Boy friend get plastic surgeries for look like himself the big question is that when that do it is he fucking himself or is he fantasizing that he is getting fuck by himself?

    When I got a cat I'd play with him so he could fight equally will with both hands, He was able to dominant a cat twice his size and balance on both feet and stood up right and boxed. Where he'd always win. He was so tough that he didn't need us and set out on a journey of his own.

    When I was working as a American Sign Language (ASL) translator for a middle school for gym class and football practice. There's a lot of nonverbal communication so I got to watch a lot. Each gym class had the same quarterback. Then after school I'd see how offensive and defensive would practice away form each other.
    Football much like today's job market is based on specialties and people with broad work skills aren't needed, i.e. "do us all a favor and take the hit", "I do it for the team"
    Of you need to be the finger in the hand or spoken in the wheel and don't complain because the quarterback needs all the grease and energy for the big game and you know how chicks are with the quarter back. They aren't interested in how the quarter back became the quarterback. They just know that they are the Rock Star. Where the rest of the band is supposed to be felt not heard. The band is required to be there right hand man. Somebody who won't make the Rock star or quarterback self conscious, somebody in the choir who won't preach to the minister, Some body to say," Thank You Sir I'd like another".

    Then there's the defense: "I'll take the Hit", "I'm doing it for the team" Societies dumb or working class people, unusually, not the "Haves", just like in the last few wars we fought. There wasn't hardly any kids of the leading class who actually fought in the war.

    They'd can be hypnotized by the done of teamwork propaganda and put in to a state of amazement the quarterback can convince, us just like ***Caligula****, that he should be allow the fucking girlfriends in the ass and we should be grateful.

    "Good Jazz", Volleyball and Basketball, unlike Football, requires everybody to be an individual. A Renascence Man if you will, a Jacks of all trades, somebody who is well rounded,

    Witchcraft

    The mothers and cousins of necessity: bisexual understandings, ambidextrous talents, androgynous

    When my dad got sick my mother had to become the man, with her working all the time, I need to do the womanly things, after getting versed in the feminine arts I found that I could get work by just taking care of people. With me walking about seeing who other people don't care to know how to take care of people. I found it necessary to make other people self-conscious as another form of self-preservation.

    Living in the Bible belt with Mill Billy's where usual the male the breadwinner and the female is usually a bought women. Both of these people don't have any use for me.

    Men who've never had to make anything to eat for themselves

    or
    That whacked out dude Apple white

    Castration

    When George Bush said that you are either for us of against us, he was showing us his Borderline Personality with this extreme black and white thinking. Just like a parent can fuck up a kids head by punishing independent thoughts and rewarding independent.

    Over 1 Million Iraqi Civilians
    Killed By Oil Embargo -
    Iraq Says No More
    12:02 pm
    New Years bored again
    New Years bored again


    Their year I stayed home. However I almost went to Front Porch Music. My neighbors were friendly to me when they were shoving their sidewalk. Pretty Girl got pretty hyper even after a walk in the show. I let her sit in the car. People tell me that it's mean. Well, she loves it! I wouldn't do it in the sun on a hot day.

    Eat some kick ass Mexican food and watched a couple of movies with my neighbor: Dirty Shame for about the 4th time and Boogie nights 6 times. And Later Wicker Man(just like working at impact) except I made it out alive and have no guilt what so ever.

    Out of all three movies I liked that Black Dude in Boogie Nights that most!.

    Someday I think it would be nice to feel Verclempt during the new years. Oh well maybe next year.

    Holloween has still been my favorite holiday and I glad the other's are over! However personally they have been better than the last 10 or so! I getting better at not letting my family affect me.
    Tuesday, September 18th, 2007
    10:57 pm
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    I want to out live all the loud mouths who are talking too much with nothing to say!
    Saturday, September 15th, 2007
    8:36 pm
    Family reunion
    Today I went to my family reunion. I really don't think reunion is a good word because we were never really together. However I did enjoy listening to a couple of stories about the White/Bays/Dourty family side. It sounds like this dude name Henry White was the last person when can trace to the white name. He was a veteran of the revolutionary war and died in 1820.

    Bays was a little three year old kid that some people found out in the woods, who lost him family because of some Indians. Kentucky means bloody murder or something like that. And in the past before the white man pushed them over from the coast, Indians never really lived in Kentucky only fought battles against other Indians and hunted there.

    Bays was adopted and raise up with a step sister. Whom he fell in love with. Dad wouldn't let them marry so. She hid in a cave for a couple of days and made it look like the Indians did it. When Bays asked his dad if he could find her could he marry her. And he did
    Sunday, September 9th, 2007
    11:39 am
    Popcorn fest edited
    Popcornfest was Saturday where I played my fiddle about 4 hours for tips. It was fun. I saw a former bandmate who played trombone. I gave him my old one. He lost interest in playing with me. So I asked him for it back. He gave it back no problem and his daughter gave me a three dollar tip. This kid from Winnamac named Josh was watching the crowd. He asked me to play it so I did. It really sucked. Then some kid asked me to play Beethoven 9th which I did. It sucked. So he asked me to play it on the fiddle. A bit later some drunk dude asked me to play both at the same time: Fiddle and trombone. The only song that came out was "oh when the saints". He sang along. That was fun. OH, Yes! There were "More Pretty Girls then One". So take that! Missy in the hot pants!

    Once again the music with the most soul was at the American Legion with Eric Kjelstrom and some really cool steel guitar player. That was the only place where people were really dancing and not posing. The Beer was the cheapest and the people where the nicest.

    Why where they the coolest? I don't know but it might have something to do with the fact that they really had been thru something and are greatful for being alive.

    At the beginning of the week end I knew I needed to fix my car. It was the stablizer arm. I went to Valparaiso Tire. They told me it was going to be 253 bucks. So all the money I made over the weekend plus about 130 bucks had to go to that. I got really depressed. And started to think about doing it myself. When I remembered that one of my students Dad was a auto machanic. I did it for 61 bucks and I bought bought stablizer arms for 25. That a total of 86. So all in all, I was able to get my car fixed plus buy some drinks from all the scatch I made from playing the fiddle at popcorn fest. Yippie!
    Friday, August 17th, 2007
    1:57 pm
    Man with multi personalities splits up one man band.
    After a long career in show business with a large range of talents, the band Honky Cracka splits up. The only member says, "I am sick of those fucking self centered cock sucking corn in my shit eating fuck your mother in the ass while you mother watches pussies". Later during the interview the only member put it more simple by saying, "too much drama".

    It appeared the band had developed different interests. The leader of the Honky Cracka said later in the interview that trying to stay together would be like he was trying to fuck himself all the time and none of the other band members would laugh at his jokes or let him play solos.

    The bands leader, Lloyd ( like sting or Bono has only a one syllable name) feels that it's for the best because the others were holding him back.
    Monday, August 13th, 2007
    1:40 pm
    My dog is Hara Krishna/Dumb Blondes
    My Dog is Hara Krishna

    She stole the butter while I was cleaning out the frig then pissed on the carpet!

    Dumb Blondes

    Being interested in language and intelligence, I try to understand what is, how it’s measured and how it’s developed. When I go out in public or listen to radio DJ who are talking all the time. I sometime feel stupid because I am don't have anything to say.

    At defense to me being just as smart as these folks who are talking and experts on all subjects. When I was a little kid I live next to the school where we had a very large brick gym. I could go out side in the drive way and yell. I'd get this echo at was really cool. I remember not being very self conscious during this time in my life. Then the local church built a parsonage in front of the gym and the echo was gone. My vocal exercising sounding board was gone.

    Another thing that I noticed was when so hippies' came over to my house with a tank of laughing gas. They say something over and over and just laugh. Not really funny except for the dumb ass who started sucking on the tank and his lips froze to the tank.

    Ok here's where I am going with the intelligence and talking thing. If some is not self conscious they aren't aware that anybody is listening. The could be high just listening to there own thoughts echo in there mind. Completely alone in there own thoughts.

    I am no Jimmy Buffet fan, however he has a line to one of his songs where his talking about Attitudes in Latitudes. For the past 10 years I been wondering why people call the languages in Europe that are called romantic languages.

    Folks who live in a warm climate. Have a longer matting season. They also can celebrate longer in the Mediterranean nights. There muscles are warmer thus looser. Allowing for more vows sounds. The folks who are more north many of them being blonde. Don't have as much time to get together and celebrate because of the weather and the mating season is shorter. With this shortness of social interaction might make for a more tighter sounding language because of the need for brevity and the muscles not being as loose because of the weather.

    Thus when somebody who is used to the long vows sound of the romantic language who been listen to themselves in the Mediterranean life style asks with some body who's more northern European with a more precise language a question. The north European might spend some time thinking about the answer and not just a cliché response. During this thinking visual imagines might be going though one head because of the way the culture communicates. This visual thinking next to a more relaxed cliché cultural response might look as if these people is Ditsy. Thus the term dumb blonde was coined.
    Friday, July 27th, 2007
    10:43 pm
    Playing Blues in Chicago
    I like my women like my coffee

    I was playing blues in chicago with some big black man when they asked me to do a tune. So I introduced the song I wrote called "I like my women like my coffee". When one of the men rudely interrupted and started singing this: I like my women like my coffee sweet and black, big and strong, I want a women to keep me up all night long.

    This dude got the song all wrong. So I set them straight. So I let out with I like my women like my coffee: put in a burlap sack, strapped on the back of a donkey and hauled up the side of a mountain.

    Some people are so curt!
    Saturday, February 10th, 2007
    2:28 pm
    Saturday
    Well well well, Let me see here...... It's tax time. What tax thingy should I use. H & R or Turbo; Do it on line or get the software; get have a pro do it? I think I might just by the H&R Software for 79 and see I can use it next year. It sounds like it won't be very hard.......but will it help me get the most of my deductions????? This kid I know from last year paid three hundred dollars, shit, that's a lot. about my mileage to and from work will my program help me with that, or do I need a pro.

    Dem "o" crap: to day I got a phone call from a local city electron survey asking me these questions about who should the next mayor be. Michael Esseny( I don' t know if that's how you spell but it that homeschool dude who had a show on the E net work.) he running for mayor.
    Sunday, January 7th, 2007
    10:25 pm
    Nerd Space
    Songs about not being in love and treading water to avoid jellyfish in all their spineless wonder:

    http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=107164858

    This are songs from the Groundscore.
    10:06 pm
    Ok here's the plan: Three new CD's Groundscore, Fiddle Songs, Classical Guitar, House vs Apt, Plan summer vacation, Mail old phone back and Flash Drive Rebait,
    Sunday, July 23rd, 2006
    11:53 am
    July 24
    For the past two weeks I've been house setting. Thus spenting alot of time with this dog named Homer. He's a young puppie. I'd guess that he's a year and a half. Pretty Girl and him fight a little when their together, but all in all, I'd say that they like each others company better than no company.

    This weekend I spend a lot of time sitting on my mothers couch watching TV and sleeping. I when out drinking both nights. The first night I saw some local throw together band playing classic rock with a rock star attitude. The leader spent most of the time fixing his keyboard and complaining that no body was getting him his drinks.

    The second night I went to another bar with a bunch of folks who just got back for the county fair where BIG and Rick just played. Big came in and hung out making the Red Necks act even more like Rednecks then if he wasn't there. It's weird all watching people put on airs. This dude form the navy starting buying me drinks. He told me that he helped with the Tidal Wave in Sumantra where this Talliban guy stabbed him in the neck while he was carrying bags of gain. Also told me that the only reason America was helping was because of selfish reasons. Then he got in to a arm wrestling match and won.

    When I saw at my mothers my brother really got on my nervse. Always making noise and cleaning, Hacking up spit asking questions that he really doesn't want to know the answer to.

    I was getting extremely depress. Then this morning at the YMCA, I fixed a couple of machines. Taught a make up lesson. Then Music of OZ called me and asked if I could sub for some people. My first lesson today is an hour lone Cello with a 24 year old medical student. With huge breast and tight ass. I need to redirect he into not having sex with me for the whole hour and actually do some Cello.

    Oh Happey day!!!!!!
    Monday, July 17th, 2006
    10:15 am
    Taking Shit from a Dead Horse
    Stage Fright and the 13th element, the final frontier

    I saw a drunk Indian
    Talk about the deep end
    He’s been to the no show
    Standing in line
    Wished it was coed
    Drink and drive on a moped
    Look at the skinhead
    He kept waiting

    Nao Pensa Naguilo- don’t think about that
    Olha O’taman No Daquela Galinha!- look at the size of that chicken

    Next time you’re full of doubt, remember where it all come out in the end!
    Everybody wants to own his or her ownslaves
    Jesus extra thin mule lives in a cave
    Innocent’s fails forward
    By dealing with the dealt
    Not drawing any extras
    By killing your kin
    Not talking the easy way out
    People appeared to be interested in their own
    Relationship to the appropriate

    Peace, truth, love, tears, hope, sex, pillow, plate, laughter, soul, news and war

    Watching the watcher who sees the seer
    Who sees themselves being seen by the viewers
    Who looks for themselves in the ones being seen
    Looking to to see
    The you in me(or you and me)
    It’s hard to pee when you look at me
    Sunday, June 18th, 2006
    3:03 pm
    Widgets and want a be's
    Respecting elders who work with “Widgets”
    Verses
    Dominating dumb asses that make major decisions involving other people’s lives!


    Regarding use of Language in the office:

    It's funny how people actually think that there is a right and wrong way to speak. Winner’s write the history books and decide how and why they want to have it portrayed. Anything outside of the way it’s picture of how they decided to represent themselves is considered a foul. In marketing of a business they call it reframing, which nothing more then a more socially acceptable word for propaganda.

    Regardless of the words you use, people usually know right away if you are for them or against them. Most of the time when people are trying to dominant others, the easiest way is to not give them a chance to speak until they are completely desperate for some truth. Then when it comes out it's completely unfiltered. The ones who claim to be in control define these words as vulgar language. How ever vulgar language is at least one step above using violence. Working in an environment where peoples lives aren't in danger I'd have more respect for people who have spent their lives working a mindless job with "widgets" doing manual labor. How ever, when people’s lives can be completely fucked up and you don’t do anything. It’s on your head.

    I am not married even though I’d like to be. If my wife was picking out wall paper for our home, I’d avoid having an opinion because I would want to take the wind out of her creative sails. I am more of a functional person. If it works I don’t care how it looks.

    If she was going to hire some body as a teacher of my children, I’d make sure that she’d hire the person best for the job! If she was paranoia of hiring somebody that would make her not look smart, maybe she shouldn’t be allowed to make the decision.

    On the other hand if I was going to hire somebody as a teacher and I made the decision just because she flirted with me and I got into a fight with my wife just before the interview and I started thinking about having sex with her, I shouldn’t be allow to make the decision.
    Thursday, June 1st, 2006
    9:32 am
    Making fun of people not hip to pop culture
    I was watching Elimdate last night only because I wrote up on the couch. This time it was a white dude from Hawaii with a horse farm, three college co-eds all hot and one local Hawaiian. The other girls tried to make fun of the Hawaiian because she wasn't a hip to the pop culture. She was also a little over weight not a lot. Guess which one the Hawaiian stud picked?
    Tuesday, May 16th, 2006
    12:07 pm
    More about God, Bush, parenting and borderline
    Once again insure people punish indepentant thought:


    Michael Servetus, a Spaniard humanist was burnt at the steak in 1553 because of John Calivin, a book he published on theology where he believed that the trinity was a manifestation of a political agenda. And Jesus, although loved, was indeed not “the eternal son of god” but “the son of the eternal god”.

    It sounds like a small difference, but he was killed because of it and it removed the belief that “No one can came to the father except thru the son”, In a deeper sense, as in Pantheism, we all could become one of the "eternal sons of God”, Making Judaism and Islam more similar than the Lutherans and the Catholics would like to believe.

    In the same way a car dealer is going to tell you that ford and Chevy are different beyond belief or coke and Pepsi are completely different items and how we should pay so much more for the sugar and caffeine buzz of these name brands then buying the Sam’s club vision.

    i.e. If you join my group the original members won't be into each others shit as much.

    Revelation 3:15-16 (Wycliffe New Testament) How to fuck up the world:

    15 I know thy works, for neither thou art cold, neither thou art hot; I would that thou were cold, either hot; [I know thy works, for neither thou art cold, nor hot; I would thou were cold, or hot;]

    16 but for thou art lukewarm, and neither cold, neither hot, I shall begin to cast thee out of my mouth. [but for thou art lukewarm, and neither cold, nor hot, I shall begin for to vomit thee out of my mouth.]

    However other verses in the bible which says

    a light on a hill can not be hid.

    Impel that some of these words might have had a more noble beginning and haven’t been bastardize as of yet!

    Current Mood: contemplative
    Monday, May 15th, 2006
    2:50 pm
    Bush, the Borderline
    When George Bush said that you are either for us of against us, he was showing us his Borderline Personality with this extreme black and white thinking. Just like a parent can fuck up a kids head by punishing independent thoughts and rewarding independent.

    Over 1 Million Iraqi Civilians
    Killed By Oil Embargo -
    Iraq Says No More

    if you had kids in Iraq wouldn't you want ....
    Sunday, May 14th, 2006
    3:08 pm
    Ode to St. Francis in two paraphrases

    Feminine with a disco beat

    Girl,
    Give me the reframing ideas to live with the exploiter of the commodities
    That will be there untill the whole world is nothing but an endless strip mall

    Girl, give me the will power to not eat at the first fast food restaurant I seeing
    Driving down the street

    Girl, give me the pride to give away all my fashionable clothing to the stylistically challenged
    Give me a needle and thread to cloth the gouty

    Male speed metal

    Muse, give me the alluring nature and work ethic
    To live with the maggots of the universe
    That will be there until all the bones are picked clean

    Give me a the stomach to flick these maggots into the carp pond

    Give me a saw to cut off my own limps,
    Which are infected with the tentaclistic tumors,
    And toss them to the dogs

    Give me tools to build shrines
    Give me visions to see beauty

    Amen and a women
    Saturday, April 29th, 2006
    9:22 pm
    Saturday
    Yesterday was really tiring with my mother and all. I don’t really thing I recovered yet. It appears that I still have a lot of acceptance to get before I’m really ready to befriend the popular musicians in Valpo. What I’m looking for is a group of like mined people who are financially similar to me and at the some time interested in spiritual and intellectual ideas. What are hard are people like myself who are desperate. We need to get our” Bark out”. Meaning that they need to express themselves in some environment before they try to placate the needs of a society that is ignorance of themselves or their surroundings. Most of people don’t like a dialog if they are trying to develop their shtick and others who are nothing but shtick are completing lost without “trying to identify with the norm”. These people really don’t have any interest in me. When talking with them it’s mostly noise just like the music and lacks emotional depth because of the ego involved with trying to keep the gig or are just good enough at music in order to keep the gig, but not interested enough to add anything where the listener like myself is drawn in to the point where I might feel connected.

    In regards to the like minded people. This is a must for me because of the jealousy that I can cause my self when I start to compare my self with others. I can’t talk about my kids or wife or vacation or job promotion. I can save myself a lot of energy if I avoid spending a lot of free time with these people. Lord knows I’ve done it before. I have married friends at the Y, but I shouldn’t try to spend a lot of free time with them. I just know how much I can’t expect from them and still I’m glad that I know them.

    Current Mood: hopeful
    Current Music: None, think god!
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