When I look into a Woman's Eye
and see great Passion's Fire
I realize, to reach the Sky
all's needed is Desire
Thats the answer, cant you see?
how Flame burns out sweet Fantasy
the Sun will shine, the Moon will glow
Fire ignites, and the Grass will grow
Leave the world in Awe
Seize power in the Night
See through every flaw
and Eat dawn before the Light
Believe me...
Great things you will acquire
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Fractals!
Fractal art is something I am very passionate about. I think that some of the most beautiful images I have ever seen are concepts transcribed into fractals, or even fractals that have absolutely no worldly meaning. This peaceful work above is entitled "The Dream of a Butterfly."
A Many Colored Piece Named "Fleur D'apo"
In the book "The Doors of Perception" (A title which I hope to review here in the near future) Mr. Aldous Huxley addresses the value of experiencing and perceiving reality directly, without associations or connotations "to be shown for a few timeless hours the outer and inner world, not as they appear to an animal obsessed with survival or to a human being obsessed with words and notions, but as they are apprehended, directly and unconditionally." It is my belief that fractals may help people experience a mild form of this altered perception. To see something as pure beauty, not because of what it means, but because of what it is... Now thats a powerful difference.
The Dark Mystical Pattern of a "Black Cherry"
Some Deep Blues of Cognition are Shown here in "Lucidity"
All of these fractals I found among the top rated at the website Deviantart.com. For more information on how fractals are made visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fractal or to get a free high quality creator, you can visit http://www.apophysis.org/.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Band Review: Black Moth Super Rainbow
As my musical evolution continues, I grow to find and appreciate vast numbers of solo artists and bands. However, there is one specific band that sticks out in my mind when I think of music that really lifts my soul.
Black Moth Super Rainbow is classified by Wikipedia as a combination of the genres Electronica, Psychedelic Rock, Folk, Experimental, and Indie. This description gives a relatively accurate description of how different they are while simultaneously failing to capture what is great about them. In the great Wiki's defense, what words can really do music justice.
To try and give you, my dear reader, a somewhat more musically satisfying description, I will blend the way I perceive Black Moth and the way they create their unique effect.
The first thing I ever noticed, and most people notice, about BMSR's music is its powerful ability to alter the feeling of an entire room within the first 10 seconds of playing. Moods shift, people change, even the light and color of a room can seem to subtly shift as if the world was being perceived through a different kind looking glass. This looking glass? Clearly seen through psychedelic colors. Using a large combination of analog and synthesizer effects with an eccentric collection of instruments (anything from the Rhodes piano down to obscure little woodwinds like ocarinas), their sound is an eclectic mix of different musical styles.
The lyrics are often fantastical, including colorful themes that often tie in with nature. These themes are reflected in titles like "I Think It Is Beautiful That You Are 256 Colors Too", "Last House in the Enchanted Forest", "Raspberry Dawn", "Jump into My Mouth and Breathe the Stardust", and "When the Sun Grows on Your Tongue."
Highly imaginative, different, and pushing the envelope in their own way, they create some of the most beautiful music. Give one of their songs a listen sometime and you just may find yourself "Lost, Picking Flowers in the Woods" :-)
With Love,
Haciendo
Defense of the Snuffluffigui(sp?)
The Plastic hair devices designed to keep back a woman's hair are now called linconets (lin-kon-yay) Spread the word.
I think the words with and the should be made into the contraction of withe! It would be so amazing (for written speech I mean). No more double typing of th! I mean come on, that's just ridiculous, and a waste of time. Time you could be spending perfecting your bonsai habit. Yes it is a habit, this is your intervention you addict you. Denial isn't just a word for controversion.
When you negatize or factorize something all you have to do is phinaggle with the whatchamacallits on the aeroplane. Now that is absurd. Fortunately enough, if you massage the equation, you just might get what you need.
This is my final edited post from the past so for now on I can promise new and original material :-)
Always with love,
Haciendo
I think the words with and the should be made into the contraction of withe! It would be so amazing (for written speech I mean). No more double typing of th! I mean come on, that's just ridiculous, and a waste of time. Time you could be spending perfecting your bonsai habit. Yes it is a habit, this is your intervention you addict you. Denial isn't just a word for controversion.
When you negatize or factorize something all you have to do is phinaggle with the whatchamacallits on the aeroplane. Now that is absurd. Fortunately enough, if you massage the equation, you just might get what you need.
This is my final edited post from the past so for now on I can promise new and original material :-)
Always with love,
Haciendo
Original Content Included
I don't write these beautifully scattered PSBWIHs that often anymore, I guess I'm losing touch....*Thoughtful Fade* or maybe its just a combination of laziness and being busy coordinating my Toes.
"WATCH OUT!" Fred ejaculated.
"WATCH OUT FRED EJACULATED!"
I would like a nice cold glass of water.
I would like an ice cold glass of water.
Mysteries of English...Anyways, Lets go to the honkey tonk and boogie down.
If anyone wants to donate money to me I would appreciate it. What if I just told you, that your one cent a day might shave a child in Africa? WOULD YOU DO IT!?
M-O-O-N that spells haphazardness.
All people do to protest the government anymore is Blog. Ironically I am stating this problem in a...
STOP! WAIT! THINK FOR A SECOND!
Forget writing, I want to eat Cheetos and Muhammad...IKP (I'm kinda playing(this will be used when I might actually be serious but the implied action isn't really going to happen))
"So now what is left? Recently I have been listening to and reading Immortal technique. He is an extremely intelligent rapper and political activist. I try not to be biased towards his point of view, but the arguments that are presented throughout are very strong and well supported. I highly recommend him to anyone who enjoys intelligent social commentary and/or radical political awareness."-outdated but still relevant
I'm not going to talk about the growing sexual curiosity inside me, we all know about that, IKP.
As Always,
With Love,
Haciendo
"WATCH OUT!" Fred ejaculated.
"WATCH OUT FRED EJACULATED!"
I would like a nice cold glass of water.
I would like an ice cold glass of water.
Mysteries of English...Anyways, Lets go to the honkey tonk and boogie down.
If anyone wants to donate money to me I would appreciate it. What if I just told you, that your one cent a day might shave a child in Africa? WOULD YOU DO IT!?
M-O-O-N that spells haphazardness.
All people do to protest the government anymore is Blog. Ironically I am stating this problem in a...
STOP! WAIT! THINK FOR A SECOND!
Forget writing, I want to eat Cheetos and Muhammad...IKP (I'm kinda playing(this will be used when I might actually be serious but the implied action isn't really going to happen))
"So now what is left? Recently I have been listening to and reading Immortal technique. He is an extremely intelligent rapper and political activist. I try not to be biased towards his point of view, but the arguments that are presented throughout are very strong and well supported. I highly recommend him to anyone who enjoys intelligent social commentary and/or radical political awareness."-outdated but still relevant
I'm not going to talk about the growing sexual curiosity inside me, we all know about that, IKP.
As Always,
With Love,
Haciendo
Food Product Anologies?
Potatoes are one of the best stock foods in the world, you can create hundreds of meals that revolve around them. Just think of all the ways you can cook 'em. Home fries, french fries, fried potatoes, mashed potatoes, potato salad, and they are all relatively tasty.
Men are like potatoes.....yeah I have no idea where I was going with that...
Love is like a potato, it has such a vast quantity of layers that dissecting it is near impossible.
Aright I have to post an original quote of mine (even though it has nothing to do with potatoes).
"Idle Hands and Idle Minds makes for Good Thieves and Bad Philosophers"
Relationships are like potatoes, you can plant them water them and watch them grow, or you can harvest all the nutrients and move on.
A great man once said "A potato a day keeps the doctor away" but some evil genius broke that man's face, stole his saying, and changed the saying to "An apple a day keeps the doctor away" because when he was young his mom viciously beat him with potatoes to punish him for naughty thoughts.
Really, great friends are like potatoes because after a few weeks of utility, they become rotten.
Maybe someday we can stir-fry potatoes together.
Until then, keep your potatoes fresh.
With Love,
Haciendo
Men are like potatoes.....yeah I have no idea where I was going with that...
Love is like a potato, it has such a vast quantity of layers that dissecting it is near impossible.
Aright I have to post an original quote of mine (even though it has nothing to do with potatoes).
"Idle Hands and Idle Minds makes for Good Thieves and Bad Philosophers"
Relationships are like potatoes, you can plant them water them and watch them grow, or you can harvest all the nutrients and move on.
A great man once said "A potato a day keeps the doctor away" but some evil genius broke that man's face, stole his saying, and changed the saying to "An apple a day keeps the doctor away" because when he was young his mom viciously beat him with potatoes to punish him for naughty thoughts.
Really, great friends are like potatoes because after a few weeks of utility, they become rotten.
Maybe someday we can stir-fry potatoes together.
Until then, keep your potatoes fresh.
With Love,
Haciendo
Periodic Summations
MMmmmmm, Friday night and I was sitting at home nursing a headache and a bad temper, how had things gone so horribly wrong........*thoughtful fade of current scene to another scene earlier in the day*.......... you know actions just aren't as good between asterisks when they are more than three words.
Picture me, the emotionless husk, actually caring about something or someone. HA, now that I got all the jokes out of my system its time to write.
Blog is a really ugly name for my thoughts, so instead I will call this a PSBWIH. Try and decipher that bad boy, its sexy, huh? Ill tell you later so stay tuned. I have been trying to work on writing more often lately, but the time seems to evade me...
P.S. I love anagrams.
Back to my -Periodic Summation Of Brain Waves And Interwoven Hormones- (Say it out loud and you will agree)
Yesterday Santa brought me that Y chromosome I always wanted, or was that X? Damnit, I forgot to ask. Oh well, maybe I have Klinefelter's now...
Done editing for today,
With Love,
Haciendo
Picture me, the emotionless husk, actually caring about something or someone. HA, now that I got all the jokes out of my system its time to write.
Blog is a really ugly name for my thoughts, so instead I will call this a PSBWIH. Try and decipher that bad boy, its sexy, huh? Ill tell you later so stay tuned. I have been trying to work on writing more often lately, but the time seems to evade me...
"WTBFHITS IB stresses the shit out of me. sounds gross....shit being stressed out of me...by the way it means What The Bloody Fucking Hell Is This Shit."Quote from the original post that shall remain, just to entertain, the thoughts on how temperamental I used to be.
P.S. I love anagrams.
Back to my -Periodic Summation Of Brain Waves And Interwoven Hormones- (Say it out loud and you will agree)
Yesterday Santa brought me that Y chromosome I always wanted, or was that X? Damnit, I forgot to ask. Oh well, maybe I have Klinefelter's now...
Done editing for today,
With Love,
Haciendo
Thoughtful Silence
Hello, in the last *Thoughtful Silence* 19374672887498798345 PSBIWHs I have written, I didn't really address anything. I talk, I joke, I giggle, and then I sit down and write PSBIWHs that reflect my mind. I am scattered, it's true. I think I actually need to sit down and write something meaningful. I want to have an entire cogent idea put together, but I just cant think of anything I feel very strong about at the moment.
On a note that I have taken from a dear friend, let me begin with something that annoys me. When you ask for someone's opinion, and they say "whatever you want". Bitch, I didn't ask for my opinion, I asked for yours. People don't want to put the effort/time of day/get off their lazy asses and think about something. WHY?!?!?!? Its completely ridiculous. I mean, how does it help me? Another thing, people need to stop saying "I don't care" when they really do care. It's childish and overly submissive when you cant voice your opinion. I mean Jesus wouldn't approve of overly submissive behavior would he? If I am trying to organize an event or activity, AND I have to decide what we do without any of the participants input, then people better learn not to complain if the shindig doesn't cater to their tastes. For now on if you have nothing else to say just go cut yourself plzthanx.
We don't even have freedom of speech in this country anymore because everyone is sensitive and automatically assumes perfect truth in the meaningless jests of other people. Before a learned to hold my tongue back, (Something I don't believe should be necessary in the majority of social contexts) I was disciplined constantamente. WRONG! Learn how to laugh or learn how to cry, but either way, go do the shit by yourself.
As Always,
With Love,
Haciendo
On a note that I have taken from a dear friend, let me begin with something that annoys me. When you ask for someone's opinion, and they say "whatever you want". Bitch, I didn't ask for my opinion, I asked for yours. People don't want to put the effort/time of day/get off their lazy asses and think about something. WHY?!?!?!? Its completely ridiculous. I mean, how does it help me? Another thing, people need to stop saying "I don't care" when they really do care. It's childish and overly submissive when you cant voice your opinion. I mean Jesus wouldn't approve of overly submissive behavior would he? If I am trying to organize an event or activity, AND I have to decide what we do without any of the participants input, then people better learn not to complain if the shindig doesn't cater to their tastes. For now on if you have nothing else to say just go cut yourself plzthanx.
We don't even have freedom of speech in this country anymore because everyone is sensitive and automatically assumes perfect truth in the meaningless jests of other people. Before a learned to hold my tongue back, (Something I don't believe should be necessary in the majority of social contexts) I was disciplined constantamente. WRONG! Learn how to laugh or learn how to cry, but either way, go do the shit by yourself.
As Always,
With Love,
Haciendo
Stranger than Satisfiction
Silly me, Silly the, Silly G, How could it be? The grass on the other side is sometimes actually greener, everyone needs to understand that. Sometimes its bluer and that's even cooler, except when that bluegrass is made into hot tea, because I have heard much about some of its crazier psychotropic effects.
When we drove into that little town we came in on the bad side, so I assumed it was all drunken people peeing on soot black buildings, but the other side of town is beautiful. Red brick, green lawns (with tinges of blue), amazing people. I think the most amazing people are always the visitors though, people from one experience visiting another. Like me...or the girl with the pretty eyes...
I think people take my jests for immaturity. The truth of it is, that some people never mature to the level where I am. True mastery is being able to use all the forms of the amateur in a way that is creative, powerful, and beneficial to the user.
Until Next Time Chaps
Love,
Haciendo
When we drove into that little town we came in on the bad side, so I assumed it was all drunken people peeing on soot black buildings, but the other side of town is beautiful. Red brick, green lawns (with tinges of blue), amazing people. I think the most amazing people are always the visitors though, people from one experience visiting another. Like me...or the girl with the pretty eyes...
I think people take my jests for immaturity. The truth of it is, that some people never mature to the level where I am. True mastery is being able to use all the forms of the amateur in a way that is creative, powerful, and beneficial to the user.
Until Next Time Chaps
Love,
Haciendo
The Beauty of Written Word
My favorite works by Shannon McCartney
The Midnight Hour
The hour! THe hour! Upon the hour!
The monkey spits and thickets cower,
and what has become of the old mans power
but tears and trepidation?
The hour! THe hour! Upon the hour!
Mother`s mad and the milks gone sour
but yesterday I found a flower
that sang annunciation.
and when the hours become day,
and all the days have passed away
will we not see,yes, you and me
how sweet and bright the light will be
that comes of our creation?
Untitled
mesmerists
terrorists
fundamentalists
narratives
comparatives
imperatives
double-negatives
purism
minimalism
negativism
imperialism
has the whole world gone mad?
fake smiles & murder trials
insanities & modern styles
drug sales & fairy tales
fake nails & Bloomingdale`s
I ask you but to be objective
mindlessness is not subjective
simply look inside yourselves
where the source of madness dwells
the logic is long buried there
neglected long without a care
as hollow as your empty stare
helpless tool, a breeding mare
god has given you a safety pad
ignorance to make you glad
mournful that you wish you had
unfortunate you feel so bad
too little, too late, so sorry ,so sad
the degenerate world has long gone mad...
Comprehension
Few, if any, seemed to have grasped the principal of reality; new knowledge leads always to yet more awesome mysteries. greater physiological knowledge of the brain makes the existence of the soul less possible yet more probable by the nature of the search.Do you see? of course you don't. you are surrounded by your own romantic aura. you lie cheek and jowl daily with the arcane yet now you approach the limits, not of belief, but of comprehension. you face reverse entropy of the soul. you see,size defeats us. For the fish, the lake in which he lives is the universe. what does the fish think when he is jerked up by the mouth through the silver limits of existence and into a new universe where the air drowns him and the light is blue madness?where huge bipeds with no gills stuff it into a suffocating box and cover it with weeds to die. Or one might take the point of a pencil and magnify it. :the pencil point is not solid, it is composed of atoms which whirl and revolve like a trillion demon planets. What seems solid is only a loose net held together by gravitation. Shrunk to the correct size, the distance between these atoms might become leagues, gulfs, eons. The atoms themselves are composed of nuclei and revolving protons and electrons. One may even step down further to subatomic particles. And then to what? tachyons? nothing? of course not, everything in the universe denies nothing. to suggest conclusions to things is one impossibility. If you fell outward to the limit of the universe would ya find a board fence with sings reading dead end? no . you might find something hard and rounded, as the chick must see the egg from the inside. and if you should peck through that shell , what great and torrential light might shine through your hole at the end of space.. a long read. boring to some but interesting to others. i was never one to create gods for our species ignorance. where here and thats that. as a race we are to stupid to know how yet but i say give it time... keep your tithes, for the truth will be discovered one way or another...peace
Free Flow Thought
Alias, we enter the dark realm. Soaring to the core. The core of which molds every dripping moment. Around the surface,so brilliant,only for the void silicon mass growing, floating as a mere dream, pondering in the ambient fleece.
Our minds strip away and let the truth teach us that there are lessons to be learned and ignored in the end. Where it will start and when its time to begin, is the place you seek. Under luminous shells capturing your thoughts that sing in the night. What is seen within are the strands of swarming mist, limgering, collapsing the ground, freeing our souls to melt into the seems.
Liquid silver eyes splash upon the walls that concave endlessly between our beginnings. To us,we have shape, far gone removed by the howling abyss before the arch, which i stand. The dark matter seems so surreal leaving the vortex which dwells above the lose of visualized perception,drowning at the mere task of wanting the unknown to become clear. Emeralds of light seduces the empty hollow,which we peer at influentially. Thought becomes insanity as we watch our lives in another time and place,escaping the trappings of reason.
Walk with me beyond the illusions of structure. Before us lies the dying of meaning, the departure of purpose.Let us seize it and bury it away. The walls shorten as we approach our desires.The dying of our trust in each other`s intentions,bring the screams from below that speak to speak to my inner self.
Becoming,you now only see yourself,and I. My sight has been blinded in the gaze of emeralds,thus,you are now alone and here.
What I am seeing is not true. Where have you gone? I have before me our cravings for life and the snarling abandonment which leaves us incomplete.Is this is how it is to end? Do we accept the one to be of one? Grasping the compelling urge of the echoes of you,I look down and I see you and I in another mind. The mind of a million lies is where I like to hide. The wilderness of other realms is where I seem to dwell. My love, if i cant have the one, I will live in the dream of which I have seen, only to be closer to you.
And all is black,and it is dead. So it hardens its surface and closes the cracks, for what is craved is now no longer what it lacks. submerged
The Midnight Hour
The hour! THe hour! Upon the hour!
The monkey spits and thickets cower,
and what has become of the old mans power
but tears and trepidation?
The hour! THe hour! Upon the hour!
Mother`s mad and the milks gone sour
but yesterday I found a flower
that sang annunciation.
and when the hours become day,
and all the days have passed away
will we not see,yes, you and me
how sweet and bright the light will be
that comes of our creation?
Untitled
mesmerists
terrorists
fundamentalists
narratives
comparatives
imperatives
double-negatives
purism
minimalism
negativism
imperialism
has the whole world gone mad?
fake smiles & murder trials
insanities & modern styles
drug sales & fairy tales
fake nails & Bloomingdale`s
I ask you but to be objective
mindlessness is not subjective
simply look inside yourselves
where the source of madness dwells
the logic is long buried there
neglected long without a care
as hollow as your empty stare
helpless tool, a breeding mare
god has given you a safety pad
ignorance to make you glad
mournful that you wish you had
unfortunate you feel so bad
too little, too late, so sorry ,so sad
the degenerate world has long gone mad...
Comprehension
Few, if any, seemed to have grasped the principal of reality; new knowledge leads always to yet more awesome mysteries. greater physiological knowledge of the brain makes the existence of the soul less possible yet more probable by the nature of the search.Do you see? of course you don't. you are surrounded by your own romantic aura. you lie cheek and jowl daily with the arcane yet now you approach the limits, not of belief, but of comprehension. you face reverse entropy of the soul. you see,size defeats us. For the fish, the lake in which he lives is the universe. what does the fish think when he is jerked up by the mouth through the silver limits of existence and into a new universe where the air drowns him and the light is blue madness?where huge bipeds with no gills stuff it into a suffocating box and cover it with weeds to die. Or one might take the point of a pencil and magnify it. :the pencil point is not solid, it is composed of atoms which whirl and revolve like a trillion demon planets. What seems solid is only a loose net held together by gravitation. Shrunk to the correct size, the distance between these atoms might become leagues, gulfs, eons. The atoms themselves are composed of nuclei and revolving protons and electrons. One may even step down further to subatomic particles. And then to what? tachyons? nothing? of course not, everything in the universe denies nothing. to suggest conclusions to things is one impossibility. If you fell outward to the limit of the universe would ya find a board fence with sings reading dead end? no . you might find something hard and rounded, as the chick must see the egg from the inside. and if you should peck through that shell , what great and torrential light might shine through your hole at the end of space.. a long read. boring to some but interesting to others. i was never one to create gods for our species ignorance. where here and thats that. as a race we are to stupid to know how yet but i say give it time... keep your tithes, for the truth will be discovered one way or another...peace
Free Flow Thought
Alias, we enter the dark realm. Soaring to the core. The core of which molds every dripping moment. Around the surface,so brilliant,only for the void silicon mass growing, floating as a mere dream, pondering in the ambient fleece.
Our minds strip away and let the truth teach us that there are lessons to be learned and ignored in the end. Where it will start and when its time to begin, is the place you seek. Under luminous shells capturing your thoughts that sing in the night. What is seen within are the strands of swarming mist, limgering, collapsing the ground, freeing our souls to melt into the seems.
Liquid silver eyes splash upon the walls that concave endlessly between our beginnings. To us,we have shape, far gone removed by the howling abyss before the arch, which i stand. The dark matter seems so surreal leaving the vortex which dwells above the lose of visualized perception,drowning at the mere task of wanting the unknown to become clear. Emeralds of light seduces the empty hollow,which we peer at influentially. Thought becomes insanity as we watch our lives in another time and place,escaping the trappings of reason.
Walk with me beyond the illusions of structure. Before us lies the dying of meaning, the departure of purpose.Let us seize it and bury it away. The walls shorten as we approach our desires.The dying of our trust in each other`s intentions,bring the screams from below that speak to speak to my inner self.
Becoming,you now only see yourself,and I. My sight has been blinded in the gaze of emeralds,thus,you are now alone and here.
What I am seeing is not true. Where have you gone? I have before me our cravings for life and the snarling abandonment which leaves us incomplete.Is this is how it is to end? Do we accept the one to be of one? Grasping the compelling urge of the echoes of you,I look down and I see you and I in another mind. The mind of a million lies is where I like to hide. The wilderness of other realms is where I seem to dwell. My love, if i cant have the one, I will live in the dream of which I have seen, only to be closer to you.
And all is black,and it is dead. So it hardens its surface and closes the cracks, for what is craved is now no longer what it lacks. submerged
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