(^ ThEY'rE_tH_EAR

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

rALbERRt redo

(^ farther into and thru the rarebit warren: circa 1998 from a long lost loved one who I miss VERY much =====vvv=== RAlbert nov.19,1997 As Ralbert read through the kundalini list, answers to his long time ponerances took over. Ready he became as women described spontaneous orgasm and men described altered states of electric vibrations. It was all there before his eyes. The voices from the back doors of his mind popped forward. The bunnies with their long teeth smiled large from behind his eyes, the whiteness mades his iris crouch to the deep corners. His eyebrows grew higher. He reached to the keyboard to thrive off of what was out there, somewhere, someone understood his condition, his plight. What had possessed him all these years. The batteries which died in his pager from his own north-south pole misalignment within his magnetic sphere of mind and body. He began by introducing himself in the cut and chop form of speaking. The listeners became entranced and inspired by his "words of wisdom". The rage went on like this for weeks. Ralbert took time off to go out and weave the vines in the yard to put out some of the Kundalini Beast to motion. He walked up and down the driveway chanting in and out with each breath. He felt a cool calmness take his hand and lead him through the trees to a pile of wood chips and roots grown in them. The compost was a living pile of friends, intertwining together. Here he began to kick the leaves to uncover more of the beautiful soggy wood chips. He bent down and carefully untangled the roots from the clumps they had formed. He wove a rope and began weaving it through the twigs that he'd placed in the V of the tree. He carefully wove delicate roots, making a basket , and tied leaves to it . It looped round in the breeze. Ralbert sat on the thick branch he had dragged out of the bushes, and rolled a cigarette. He packed the ends carefully in a ritualistic manner. He sat back lit the cigarette and stared at the sculpture he had created, he saw a word forming. "shelter" Letter by letter it came, then a voice echoed. Back and forth in his mind loudly, nothing else, not even the traffic just twenty feet away, was audible. He stood up and the light changed. Another word came out. "for" This word was more gentle, less abrasive on the inside of his soft skull. He began to walk around the little vine, twig, leaf dictionary. He convinced himself he could find the next word. He stood up high in his will power and willed the next word, but it did not come. It would not come. He pretended to see things. shelter for the poor? shelter for all sake? shelter for days ends? Ralbert began to smile......... Shelter for the dark knight's first wind. shelter for neither here nor there. shelter for the heck of it. shelter for the fucking wretched limbo leechers and teased brief come byers. shelter for the sake of shelter. art for the sake of art., Fucking hell, cripes! dripps! not another fucking cliche! Ralbert felt a low self- imagination creeping in. He despised cliches. They made his genius mind ache for sympathy of something worth while. This magical place began to feel like earth once more, as the trees whispering cliches from the dry crunchy leaves. The cars on the road soon covered up the sound of the trees he could hear the whole freeway just blocks away scattering the black tires, warn low, thumping in synchronistic pace. He heard the radios in the cars tuned to different stations all playing commercials. Some changed from the consumer commercials to talk radio, which Ralbert considered commercial for the morals of the masses. Ralbert envisioned a woman arriving home getting out of the car walking through the door to her lovely distinguished home and looking in at her family in disgust. For she had whittled away at her perversions of a discontented life and became blind staring at the cinema of her mind's eye. Her briefcase dropped to the floor. The head of the chap lipped, son smiled at her. "Hi mom." Like the thump of a flat tired tromping over the landscape of her tyriadio brain. His cold sore grew bigger as she saw her son licking the inside lips of some teen sluts pubis. Then switching to one of his teachers. Back and forth back and forth. The two women kissed and one ran her hand over his curly greasy bangs. She heard a man's voice call in on the radio describing how he thought his wife was having an affair with one of her students. The mother grew warm in her nylons and her upper thighs began to itch. She kicked off her shoes and made her way to the couch crossing her legs and reached out her hand to pet her son on the head, but with the image of the two women fading from her mind she quickly pulled back from touching him and the hand lifted in the cinema of her vision. " hello dear " she said and smiled back at him as he sat in a ball arms wrapped around his shins. She looked over at her husband lying asleep beside her with one hand between his legs the other under his ear and the rest of his arm jetting out into the room. His glasses tucked under the edge of the pillow. She stared at the hand buried in his crotch. She imagined him washing the evidence of sneaking a quickie in the car as he drove the last of his car pool home. Once more she heard the radio talk show: A woman called in and said she was in love with a married man who had the picturesque family. But had just lost his job and was afraid to tell his wife. She was giving him money and they continued to make it seem as though he went to work every day. But instead he stayed at her house working on and internet porn page that would eventually bring in enough money. The woman had wanted him to continue this endeavor but they both lived in fear that the wife would find out because of the holidays coming up, and somehow she might hear it at a social event. The mother glanced at her husbands clothes and though he has been slacking off just a little on keeping his clothes perfect, as he did a few months ago, before his so called promotion. What if his promotion was a cover up and he was working on porn. That is the real reason she heard less and less about the old team at work. She looked at her daughter, all of four years old and smiled. She was relieved that she appeared to be his. She touched her daughter and left the room. ---vvv--- Ralbert finished his cigarette. Pushed the butt into the soil. Went into the house and flipped through the porn on the web. Thinking for a brief moment that may be he should start a porn sight. Lots of money in it. I bet I could come up with some nasties. get rich quick..... Shit another cliche. He logged off the internet for the evening and flopped down on his bed and stared at the pictures of the characters he drew. Carefully laid out to form a metamorphic mural of life. He reached over and turned on the radio. "Hello your on the air."... "Hi my name is Roda and well I want to say first.. that I love your show... I called in months ago.. and well my problems are solved... I left my family...but I have this strange new obsession for teenage boys.." Ralbert looked over at the clock radio and rolled his eyes. "Fucking cliche if you ask me." he said and chuckled to himself. As he began to imagine that the most preposterous things were going to become acceptable cliches. And the cliches of today becoming the sinful things which are looked down upon. Is it a sin to make money quick, or do art for the art sake? may be if you make money quick for art sake. or make money literally like in the mint for the sake of art. Is it an art making money? Usually it is not . making money for art sake. well I guess these days it is. Just depends if you're up on the scene of media, advertisement, propaganda coming out your ears is a form of art. Brainwashing takes talent. Being a single visioned one eye cyclops is a way to make art. Maybe I should be working in the stereo vision porn industry. Like people have to stare at it longer so it will come into 3D and then they can be charged for time. Then he felt sorry instantly as some man is whacking away, trying to go fast and trying to focus on this picture and make it stabilize into 3D....poor sucker... He laughs to himself as he imagines reading the headlines. "forty men have been stuck cross eyed over porn." and this big scandal comes out of men cross eyed while ejaculating getting stuck that way. He heard the toilet flush as his idea turned in on itself and swirled away. And these crossed eyed men with dollar signs in their eyes from the lawsuit against him........cha ching.... Forty men all lined up hands grabbing their cocks hunched over with crossed eyes and bright green dollar signs glowing like the alien kids in the movies. He imagined the next big trend will be lawsuits against the porn sites. Ruined marriages, upset wives, families torn apart by unsatisfied women. Men coming home with lingerie and sex toys. His vison switched from the porn industry to the lingerie and sex toys mail order sites Nope already got that stuff going our there no doubt. He imagined inventing a gel which somehow chemically activates with cum to make it disappear quickly. A two in one lubricant and cum deactivator. Like shampoo and conditioner for the mastribation male. He saw these forty men lined up hunched over. This time holding their shriveled up dicks with red blisters on them. With "lawsuit pending" stamped across their naked bellies. The dollar signs rolled like tears out of their eyes and ran down their bodies till their flesh was speckled with green $. Then their faces turned into one huge cyclops video camera and out of their ears came the talk radio calls coming from all over the place, discussing this major catastrophe in the porn industry. Meanwhile the US was engaged in some major scheme in the mid-east and getting in on the action in south africa. While the nation tuned into the forty deformed twits. It would all be Ralbert's fault for his get rich quick idea. Whole civilizations wiped out and the internet banned. No one could hear about the scandal. Tv and Radio filled with talk shows of couples making up, families getting back together . US population up? Fanatic Christianity, the reborn, a reinstated way of life. Pojama People going out in mobs rounding up drug addicts and converting them. The new law: Either the addicts convert and join the mobs , becoming narcs for the good of the world, or be locked up for life. Sexual preditors rounded up and sent off to fight in some underground war going on in other countries. While the government said they were in a new rehabilitation program. They are let loose all over to do as they pleased. People captured in herds, their dna taken to make clones, then destroyed. These clones raised from birth , trained to take over the US civilization population in fifteen years. and these kids could reproduce without the aids virus or the cancer or alzheimer's gene. ----- Ralbert stared at the ceiling, at the wood paneling and thought of the genetics of trees. He heard the wind howling outside and pictured his sculpture blowing away... The words shelter for came back Shelter for Shelter for. he repeated it to himself , trying to make a mantra. "Shelter for shelter for shelter for shelter for .." but he came up with nothing, except an eerie feeling . The vision of the new world compressed into a singular disturbing image and began to fade. Ralbert closed his eyes and whispered "shelter for" over and over until the words scattered into the sound of the wind. ((^ re edited spellchecked by TE3m circa 2018

Sunday, March 18, 2018

past paste notes on mistic walkies


: okay..FOCUS...tapeWalk#1

K:there are some kids

running with a dog.

Kids that run with dogs. B: Um I just came back from spending way too much time playing video games in Los Angeles. K: And I just came back from

playing way too much time

in my house.

B: Anxiety..

Does many things

doesn't it?.. .. tOuche`..

Sunday, February 25, 2018

(^ what's the point? why b0ther USe andswEARing anyth1NKgwon?

(^ twONes apron a thyme, I belived in belief.

(^ knot sew  assured  any morel. (^>--TE3m
bureaucratic buccanailyuhhuh.testINKg 

(^ S0.

Saturday, February 24, 2018

(^ this "amERRikan" lief

(^ and dEATh

bRYE_thAUGHTs: (^ a test on living thru death and if change is worth the cost (^>--TE3m

bRYE_thAUGHTs: (^ a test on living thru death and if change is worth the cost (^>--TE3m

(^ a test on living thru death and if change is worth the cost (^>--TE3m

skulls i do not own.
I wish to test what I can get away with in here
so tHere ewe g0DE.

but kNOw:
 are .avi files playable?

(^ and with that,
I'll let it be.

old yet still worth it song

2014 was a very go0DD year

(^ and 2017 was pretty bad.
so bad that it may have tipped my scales
 back to writhing  utterantsays up in tHere again. sw00n

Thursday, May 22, 2014

(^ 2014 going by too fast

(^ this is the most recent thing I was loosely connected to that I'm the most proud of: 
American Refugees: Super Dads

(^I've also been busy  cleaning up after and eating late night breakfast/midnight snacks with 

(^  a while back, someone felt it might be interesting to see my
 (^ thAUGHT proscess1NKg meatspACEin the wH0le:
(^ so sew soe I let these two wander into parts of y int.err sank tumble:

Brian (^ Prosser's Nest

(^ this is older but has links off it too

(^ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpKBnvVIttM&index=3&list=LLNanfXJ2FPLihfzXatE2q6A

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

oldoldold bit

>(^ written wordscan overlap (no..that was NOT a typo!) 


>(^ NEVER try to PASS w/out digesting at least NINE times.(it'll leave you in stitches...)


>(^ even trunkaided overt glanceovers would give you more..(ambiguity=true key to enlightenment..not attainment)



>(^                          z                A              B                  C              D                E             F             G           H          I

>(^                      (zone)          (U)           (PAir)          (Unit)      (PAr end)  (uNITE)   (paRENT)  (unites) (parALLel) (united)


>(^ value                IT           single        couple          few         some       group      family            tribe  extended    commune

>(^ structure       0=blank   1=noun  2=verb  3=sentence  4=phrase  5=query 6=hypothesis 7=datalog 8=alter 9=results

>(^ trig function  0=point     1=ray      2=line     3=shape  4=space 5=wireframe 6=wrap   7=generate  8=backup 9=save

>(^ camera        0=ref       1=pov     2=direction  3=focus     4=speed     5=path     6=trialrun  7=batch  8=set       9=run

>(^ perception   0=exist    1=aware 2=action     3=creation 4=substance 5=assess 6=judge   7=attrib 8=altar 9=sacrifice 

>(^ image          0=object  1=sprite   2=tool        3=make       4=anchor    5=move   6=use      7=attach 8=toon   9=next

>(^ color         0=clear      1=white    2=black      3=shade      4=hue         5=tone   6=palette 7=switch 8=blend 9=detach

>(^ texture      0=nil          1=smooth  2=checker  3=facet       4=map      5=stratify   6=plugin  7=apply 8=show  9=delete

>(^ sound      0=Tone        1=Note    2=Beat      3=Chord  4=Rythm   5=Melody  6=Harmony 7=Vocal 8=Tune 9=scratch

>(^ noise      0=all(static)  1=Mono    2=Dual       3=Trio        4=Quarrel   5=Quinine 6=Sextiply 7=Sept  8=Oct   9=Nova 


>(^                 TIME             VIEW        TAKE          GIVE           KEep        BAlance       HAve    TRade  REdirect CHange

>(^ ====================================================================================

>(^ ..and yet..below was my true start point.



>(^ inre:

>(^ !!!>(^ "shit",you have a lot to say it was damn near impossible to #digest# on first  "pass".<!!!


>(^   NEVER try to PASS w/out digesting at least NINE times...espessially if you haven't eaten in days.


>(^    ETHOtainment =ethics quest on enjoying rush of  ally creation vs hype for destroying enemies.                               


>(^ "Zero reads" is turning off before making ANYthing out of it. period. nothing.ziltcho.na da.

>(^ .no object ions. no lights.no camera.no speed.no sound. no take. no focus. no no.nonone.  

>(^  . =spot or - or_ linier thickness thought mark stabwound. thumbs down.just here. not there(yet)


>(^                                                          CREATION


>(^ "One digestive track" is barely a commercial. BUYorMEorSELLorLOT...but no connection..       THIS

>(^ 1=  pointer taken..a ray of hope. but only goes from here to....WHERE? ( WON =  " IT"  #nounORverb )


>(^                                                        RECREATION


>(^ "Two" comes close to "books" in readers digest format. great  for words like "PERfect"and "perFECT"

>(^ + =and or small x ... (crossroads..  crosshairs.. TOand/orTOO = " SUBJECT "  #verbANDnoun )        

>(^   (no gray levels..On/Off. but no switch makery "TAG" " IT"  .subJECT to this SUBject ) CHOOSE

>(^                                                                                                                                       ( THIS or THAT )

>(^                                          RECREATION(AL)RECREATION


>(^ "Three passes" will come close to military comprehends ion.WhiteBlackGray PlanAttackOutcome.

>(^        (I'm a gonnah tell, I tell, This is what I told.)distortion starts with tthe perception of   CHOICE(S).

>(^ y =/ depth charged perception\\.TREE TRI TRY(lateral .com).true SenTenseNess (This,That,theOtherthing )

>(^      \\ funnel to width a/\\o spray./ To From Re: branch structures...shades all gray. QUEST ions.

>(^                      /yes no maybe\\

>(^ z= also 3..(all odds but one)     \\ devining rod /  (*futuRE:*NOW*Past) DREAMSTATE

>(^ noteY=devine questioning..Z=motive answering(z=wild card=...link "uf"(NowPa(st*uf*f)utuRE:*)


>(^                                       RE:CREATION  ALT.  RECREATION



>(^ Four takes time, but may obtain first gyst. .good doc thing, too (EyeEarNoseThroat)

>(^ X= foil (FirstOuterInnerLast) TRUEspot..LOCALity. multiply instead of plus.


>(^ Five may cover the most we sternest deviancies' known seances. 


>(^ ....that's enuff.   GREP?   me niether.

>(^ my mind flashes all that kind of stuff when I'm just minding my own bussiness.

>(^ ...I stay awake nites trying to avoid devine insparation spurting at me from dreamstasis...

>(^ I can't type as fast as who/what/why ever this is wants me to.

>(^ ..sometimes feel like Mozart working on Requiem Mass.


>(^ >(^  I caught most of the drift and the VRML.


>(^ ..I wish I did. I'm just making this stuff up. All based on sleep depravation and POWERBARS !!! YUM !

>(^ (O.K, coffee nicotine and chocolate, too) 

>(^ What IZ scary...is I'm starting to see sequential links in Kline bottle mode.

>(^  Mobius strips' not wide enough

>(^ and Hypercubes may be fine for a room, but not a jinn bottle.


Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

(^ update on stuff I dung




needs silverlight. or simply download wmv

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

(^ yep. another one worth watchin


Saturday, June 19, 2010

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Thursday, January 21, 2010

(^ yay Ellyn: long time miss the voice. Maybe. ( on being an artist)

(^ long ago, I went for a walk with this woman. two headphones. one on her one on me. late night walk strapped together to a sony walkman.
(^ i miss those kind of odd connections.

Watch live streaming video from radiofreeexile at livestream.com

(^ sew. tHere's to all those I missed. and find.

(^ FOUND ONE! by golly Ellyn maybe is looking grand!

Saturday, January 16, 2010

(^ testing what happens in the times

Layoffs underway at Walt Disney Studios amid consolidation of operations [UPDATED]
January 14, 2010 | 9:35 am

[Updated at 10:45 a.m.: An earlier version said stage productions were affected, but that information could not be confirmed.]

Walt Disney Studios has further streamlined its distribution and marketing operations.

Twenty-three-year domestic distribution veteran Chuck Viane will take on added responsibilities for international sales across 70 countries. In communications, another studio veteran, Heidi Trotta, senior vice president of studio communications, is transitioning to a consulting role, as former theme parks publicist John Nicoletti takes over as vice president of global communications. He will be joined by Paul Roeder as director of global communications.

Christine Cadena, senior vice president of marketing, will take on a new role as senior vice president of multicultural initiatives. Michelle Sewell has been promoted to senior vice president of global publicity, overseeing both domestic and international publicity departments, and she will be responsible for executing worldwide publicity campaigns for Disney's live action and animated movies. Sewell is to report to the studio's head of marketing, a position Walt Disney Studios Chairman Rich Ross has yet to fill after ousting Jim Gallagher and his boss, Mark Zoradi.

Disney confirmed that it is continuing its "reorganization of the workforce," with dozens of jobs lost from its home entertainment division.

"Our industry is evolving rapidly," said Ross in a statement. "In order to remain at its forefront, we are adapting our organization to be more agile, creative and responsive."

A round of layoffs has begun at Walt Disney Studios today as part of a continued, sweeping restructuring of operations under Ross.

Attempting to rein in costs, the Burbank studio has been consolidating operations within its theatrical and home-entertainment divisions.

The cost-savings move comes as Ross and his boss, Disney Chief Executive Bob Iger, have continued, since last fall, to remake the studio, streamlining its business units and ousting a number of top executives in production, marketing and distribution while clamping down on the costs of making and promoting movies.

Nearly four years ago, Disney undertook a similar belt-tightening move when it combined its domestic and international theatrical and home-entertainment marketing and distribution units, resulting in 650 employees losing their jobs and saving Disney about $100 million in overhead.

Update: (12:10 a.m., Jan. 15): For more on the layoffs and the appointment of Sean Bailey as Disney's president of production, see the story in today's Times.

-- Dawn Chmielewski and Claudia Eller

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

(^ not much to say. but this helped me not have to.

(^ thanks. I kneaded that.

Monday, January 11, 2010

(^ yOUR mothers dress me funny"

at zoo 2010

(^ my wife has decided to add content to facebook.
(^ it is then that I come to realize
(^ how just plain off I've come to be
(^ to those not inside my head
(^laughing at the silliness
(^ of conventional modicum of conventional wisedumbfoundedness.

spot the looneyspot the looney