>7

The crys.
And the doggs
The bling
And the dubbs
The ball
And the paper

The bitches
The snitches
The murder
The riches

The Phat Farm
The Baby Phat
The Sean John
The Laundromat

My top ten in the rap game ALL TIME

1. X-JIZZA
2. BLUNT MASTA NINE
3. KILO KILLER
4. CASH BRICK CLAN
5. MURDER CHEESE
6. PAPER
7. T-FIZZLE
8. BULLET FACE
9. CRACK TOOTH
10. EAR WAX

REW

I want to get down to south america.

TNT

My ex-girlfriend has a new dude. He couldn't handle it, so I didn't get to come to her birthday party.

DFT

The government can't even stop spam. It's not a good tool.

GDA-10

deficate on a plate
pass it to the owner
he speaks to his mate
he's worried you will bone her

he shits in a cup
and gives it to his mother
she salts it with the baker
and ask you to go stone her

with a rock from the garden
the big one by the flower

TNZX

the missile
the missile

the general and the president

he coaches with the officer,

the paper, and the computer

the commuter
the commuter

traffiic jam
the copter

it's news center four
make-up
and a van

a woman
a prop
a gripping hand

intone
the emergency
the city has gone dark!

power is out
bar-owners shout

we're going out of business
we're going out of business

NT4

power pop the music!

X5

Big upps to Yanni. He's the poet of the milleniuum. Of the deca-do millenium. Ahead of even rumi, and that guy who wrote leaves of gras. Whitman. By the way, leaves of grass ain't that good. I wrote a paper in American Studies Honors at Boulder High demonstrating that whitman was racist. I got a C-. I think the teachers were also racist.

B32

Big upps to all the hip hop artists. May you get all the rocks, paper, and dubs that you desire.

T

Ask yourself this: is something happening?

the button

gather round the core
an igloo with a glacier door
ice in a hemi-sphere

its center is a flame
a drip of gas
from an aluminum bottle

jet fuel
it pulls the throttle

lock on to the target
acquired
touch the button
and chatter in the argot

a missile
a missile
a missile

fnm

English teachers don't seem to be the ones influencing the language. The stance of instruction is out of power. That's its essence.

ss

I dig latinas. They WANT to get laid.

through

canoe
on rippled glass
the boughs of autumn last
through the night

above
the ceiling is far
it is not there

just nothing air
a breath of gas
a quiet stare

as the paddle pulls
us allong

BSX

I'm not real enthusiastic about singing the praises of professional athletes. Michael Jordan is a hired arm of the state. Child slaves sew his shoes. He can't stop gambling in his crocodile trausers. Bonds has a roid skull and swings his bat at a ball. Clemens is dog crap. McGuire is a roid face.

HARUM UDJUM VEE RO: NORTH WINGS

subjects are eager
to lay on the day of fins
to burn from splintered pine
to blind themselves
with fishing line

they sit in plastic bulk
on circles of measured grace
temporary, extraordinary,
eating the japanese steak

so drown in a chlorine pool
drink the pee pee
bump the lane divider
with your hand
talk to your friend after school
the one who plays in band
he's ready to tie the fools

a spiral of bone
a gangle of nerve
wrapped in a curve
hewn by the blurb of man
my skull was squeezed
by tongs and pulled
others strain to make
what I just am:

the cradle of life and mark
a ladle of pills
served in the dark
the thump of the heart
as the explosion starts
our light convenes
our voices bark
to cry the guns
and board the arc
that leaves at dawn
through the prism sphere of day
oh remains,
our past shall part

ram-horn

baba grande frou
the heights are thin and tall
that cower on the edge
before the fall
down

it comes
round the bend
with trucks and grills
bucks and pills
calls and dolls
sacks and crawls

a ram-horn to the chest
an anger beams
and shines
through
the tendons of the neck
the spasm of death

it cards to the angeled gown
that flows in winter wind snow
it billows and blows
from the froth
of chocolate
the smell
of gingered dough
in the oven mit

the mother on the couter top
goose in a sweater
presents under the tree
wrapped with boughs
by laura and lee

boxes they have corners
three lines to point
point point point point
point point point point
and that's it

the rounder creatures
bobble and roll
round the tree
orders abound
three, two, and one
a play of approximate mounds

but this is spring
so birds chirp your sound!
awake the depressed!
shake and show
bobble and go
to the river, brook, and day!
the expensive chips of mandalay!
roll a 20!

Why are people holding on so tight to SHiavo?

0000000000

jfkdsjfkds

GFT

If someone tells you to be nice, HIT HIM IN THE MOUTH.

REW

Emotion is the fuel for behavior.

/T\

No one is what they seem. They're all dressed as characters from advertisements.

HEEYAq

Row the martered angel. She cries to the crystal heavens. And trembles beneath the thunder of Billowing CUmulonimbus! The lord swings down on his swing, with the task of Benson in his hand, eager to drop the hammer on the offenders. They cower! He sneaks a fist of powder. And the lighting poors from his eyes! Furious Diapers! He lowers his shoulder to the black sea. And scoups a hand of ocean to swish between his teeth.

Stardum Ra

Existence cleans the thoughtful. It borns and enters them. Its greeting saves. It does not reconcile or handle, pick, pack, or prod. It grates as the horn of matter. It speaks like the maige of reason. It carves like the kinfe of Bi-Bim-Bop. It bares evil and the chime of the sage. It is its own enemy.

Diff

Difference abounds, it leaps from corner and on table, captured by the camera suspended. There is the term, "one". It has a logical relationship to the term "two". Its meaning is derived from counting. It begins the sequence. The sequence is an operation on it: addition. Parts can be seperated, but it is always possible to posit "one" process to which they belong.

P-POLITICS

Rather than COMPLAINING about other people, distant events, and abstractions, LIVE.

#

I want to fight Krezweiski or whatever the fuck.

[_-]000*

I want to line up with Bob Knight to deliver some serious hate.

()*---]>

The boy who rampaged through Red Lake High School used a police-issued weapon. That's highly ironic. It's always the person working on the cure who causes the disease.

WHAM-]

The person who used to call himself "a merchant" now calls himself "a visionary".
The person who used to call himself "a visionary" now calls himself "a schizophrenic".

[[_->

The connective tissue determines the shape within which the organism functions.

((--

How do old people get all bent over?

(-

Rationals for low-energy patterns abound.

Explaination

Most people don't have the juice to go forward with what they really want to do. This leads to the war in Iraq.

TDM

I got a robot suit called the V-10 Jesus. I'll be playing linebacker for the Colorado Warheads.

h

Bob Knight is the coach I want to play for.

$

Wolfowitz. I think this would be a good name for an edgy clothing line.

Let's get started

Participation requires adherence to the doctrine, and also to the observation: that the most widely deployed approaches, sports, science, medicine, capitalism, school, art, and all the rest, simply do not work. (calling these activities "approaches" implies a teleology. This, today, is too generous.)

Gorge: United Haram Hare Bande

spay the speaker with a point of the hose. direct him to the barn, with the cows. and then the truck comes. cooled it goes to the factory that stinks. a bolt to the head by an illegal. a snort by the bead from the feeble. Then an auspicious calling from co-eds: they eat the burger. They sex the beaker. And bake the ugly pumpkin eater with the maze of oz. i read the grapes of wrath, and smoked the white remains of broken math. i called the screaming beepers of gas casings to and from the factory, just to stand-up a shield to those who would fuck children in the gut for a bigger tv. this precedes the work.

briar streams

the briar streams round the bend, bush of green angels. as the wall of the gathering it shapes as faire and meets noise with silent force. inside comes the harmonic, undisturbed. it shakes of women, their hearts and hips, flower pettles soft and perfect. extraordinary measures sink to face the damp. discursive draagmpist grawst remy, oh remmy, you have lost the cross. crep teh triumph yaw, it grows in eager casks of brine fish. and mold, save the oaken bray through every frrrragile claim. pew softly in these wayward minister pocket watch pants dirty fucking gog og head that breaks what? he did it. murdered the pretty girl.

advice

Rise daily and do nothing. it is so easy. and the rewards are as you wish. so munches the goer, into the frayed specks, where the young destroy themselves as systems and saxons. make way: the test is upon us. and if we are to be upon it as the jeckle jackle who comes at night and stakes his claim to the skins, the bones, and the field, we've got to get in all the way and BURN.

farm

genius marks itself flagrantly. it smashes the florid standard, the crap of false angels. it descends, to the hip of the argonaut, proding at the fore, sticking candles into pigs. the pigs, they illuminate the dark farm, running happily about the mud, surrounded by shoddy fencing, to dine on slop, napping by the flickering fire, awaiting the golden sphere of day.

to cheer across the night, the pig rides to war. it waddles and snorts, charging to the battle. it hops and bounds, like the antelope, like the cheetah, gleefully through the breach of death. upon her back, the metal tube of bullets, shells and powder packaged to kill. perfectly obedient, the led it leaves on command. grey, it mushrooms and poisons. it leaves out the back, boring and tearing, making a wound that fills with shock.

the pigs attack those who sneakily proceed, flailing out of love. aghast, they cry. allowing themselves what they came, to cheer eachother. they challenge, and prostrate themselves before holy kin. they sport the shell of victory, and give their mouths to the cause.

ARGOT LORD SAPASM

FARAGUT ANSON
CHARANARA VINDAY
GRAFFLE AND JAW
SNARL AND bARTER
MAXAMILLION RAISE YOUR TENDER
THE KILL IS ON
RELEASE THE SEETHING DOGS
TO EAT THEIR THROATY MASTERS
BY THE STRAP
TO THE BONE AND TOE

FORGET THAT THIS AGE IS
TANTAMOUNT AND PARALLEL
TO THE CRUCIAL FORCE OF
PRECENTER EPOCHS,
A POST-VILLAINOUS PILING
OF CIVILIZATAION'S BOW.

THE ARROW SHOT
MAN'S
DEEPEST HOPE
TRUE
TO THE FEELING

FORREST, ROCK,
BIRD AND YOUR COMMUNITY
FORGIVE US OUR ERRORS
AND FARMHANDS
OUR NEEDLING AND DODGING
OUR MAXIMUM PARTICIPATION
OUR FORCEFUL ARTICULATION
OF FANTASY

NO STRANGE EMPTINESS
CAN MEET ME HERE
WHERE MY FINGERS ARE
THE LORDS TEETH
MY NAILS HIS DIAMOND CAPS
UNDER STINKING BREATH
FALLING HEAVY IN THE HAIR

YARMOK ESTOGRAPHY
FORCE THE PUPIL TO THE CRISIS
CRAFT THE SYMBOLS
A REPLAYING EXAMPLE OF
FORGOTTEN BUT SUPERIOR IDEAS

ARGONAUT FORGET THE PAST IT
MARCHES NOT TO THESE FINAL
AND IMMEDIATE SCRAWLS
OF THE SOURCE:
WHEN YOU FINALLY
SPEAK AS YOU ARE,
THINGS BECOME EASY

PARTRIDGE
DO NOT FORGET
TO READY
THE HEAVIEST VERBAL MODES
MAKE A WAY
AND CLEAR A SPACE
BEHIND THE EYES
THE SOURCE OF THE FEET
THE BELLY AND THE BREATH
THE ARMOURED FACTIONS
THAT PELT,
THE ANCIENT ECHOES OF CONFLICT,
BILLIARDS AND CALLS

THE FORMS
MATTER IN MOTION
IN PRINCIPLE SPECIFIABLE SYSTEMS
THAT PLEXUS AND CARTHAGE
THAT RUE AND SWAY TO THE ROAD
THAT JOINS OUR CITIES
THE WORD THAT EXITES US
THE LOOK THAT YOU KNOW
THESE WILL MAKE OUR FUTURE

THE HORSES OF WAR
SNORE
AS THE MONGOLS
TEAM, FROM THE WALKS
THE HALLS, THE CHAMBERS

PAIN!
IS IT TOO MUCH?
A BIT AWKWARD?
IT HAS ONLY BEGUN..
AVOID IT FOREVER AS THE BIN-MAN
THE POST-PONER
OR FACE IT AND LIVE AS GOD!

OHRARE TREMAINE YORGIN
INTOX SPORTER DEDUCTION
REMARK THE FORCE OF THESE
ENGLISH MARKS
THEY HOLD THE WORLD IN FRIGHT
THEY MADE
WARHEADS AND SYSTEMS

I KNOW THAT THE STILLNESS OF OUR EYES
AND THE ONENESS OF OUR HEARTS
WILL NOT SUBSIDE
THAT THEY HOLD A SUPRISE VICTORY

AS EXPECTED AS IT WALKS THE VEIN OF
MORTERS AIMED AT THE EIGHT-STAR
BOMBING
AS THE BUGLER ASKS
THE LORD FOR OUR PRESERVATION

YOURS IS THE SHARP JAW
THE HUNTER VISION
THE SWORD WITHOUT DELAY
THE FEARLESS HEART
YOU THE UNBORN KING OF PEACE AND WAR

THE MESSAGE ARRIVED AT THE DISH
TUNING THE PLACE
IT WAS WELL-LOCATED
THE HOME OF SOMETHING NEW
DYNAMICS HERETOFORE INEXPERIENCED
GUIDED FROM AFAR
INVOKING TOTAL CAPTURE
OF THE CENTER-MODE

WHY BUZZLE AND GAS,
PROD PICK AND PORT?
THE EFFORT IS SO HEAVING STRONG
TO PULL YOU UPWARDS
VICTORY WAY
FORRESTS AGLOW
BIRDS IN HOLY SONG

EVe

Hence the remains
they pull and draw
from the carcas new

it heaves and throws
through the hall of vines
it carves and speaks
with the tongue of god

it argues and cuts
screws and cuffs
it falls on the frantic eve

without reservation
draw the weapon in
ready it and bring the muzzle
to target bright

this is the day
lights fliker on the trees
they cast white on the boughs
as stars to green
as angels to pine
as anglers of wine and roe
as feevlers of casks and dough
as the saws that halve the dogs

~`^

Exon magmox,
down the steed!
stow the martyred benson!

dog-dwarf!
report for duty!
stay the main sail!
she billows,
trembling before the continent!

aye!
cordon the bin-twine yaw!
capsize the dingy!

in the wizard glass!
what?
yes land! i see land!
you see monks that stand?
and native maidens,
braided and faire.........
they cry tears of love!

the men
belch and chirp
the queen's tongue,
and sauce the hair of the rat!
quarreling,
they neither row nor tie.

rear them?
no.
loose the flame of the lamp!
burn this fakir ship to the sea!
offer it to God!

FROOM VROMP SHOOOM!
through the bubbles
falls an awesome swell
to pull, to sink, to float,
to tell the Truth with every stroke.

waterfoam goes
to the twinkling shore
where emerges a man,
hot inside,
shedding the cold ocean,
lighted with salt.

upright and upon the sand
his feet transmit the heft of land
stands he
on the rock of the world,
oh liberation,
oh charanara

_\

parfait olay
hackerstien day
it murders on the
winter eve

mix quarters with
porters, argots, and lambs
for porridge of measured tea

so announce!
the exavian remains
have arrived to the cargo bay
the tops and cords
are sprung through rays
of setting sun.

And the leaders convene.

Endorphin

Endorphin of the mast
row the angel
she arcs through copper
boards and dwarfs
the fabian anchor

Aghast cumulonimbus!
visage of satan
a bolt of fire-glass
tore the main sale
every man for himself

the self-liberator
cranked in the belly-corpse
steam, rope, and gear
she shattered
and screamed

then the cannons fired
white combustion tore the air
stand up and say
let's pull together, nineteen-ninety-nine

shame beset the crow's nest
as it plummeted to the wave-crest
with a groan
the hull split
and into the sea they fell

-[}

Angelic fumes
waft up from
the pergo floor
there's no bathroom
and the sink is small
bottles of evian
filled with urine line the walls

cheap fixtures but
beaming light the mattress
really has a broken spring
it rests on a split frame

the door: white
the closet: small
the desk: primary blue
a kindergarten piece.

failure is old,
it's five years ago
that I set out to do something.

1

LIVE.

yo-duh

Here's what I've found essential about the "yoga class". The teacher's got more status than the students. No doubt about it. It ain't like that in SI.

^^

It's in the tao te ching: teach by not teaching.

Grow!

Rather than just throwing some lame poetry at the problem, let's do some actual work. Study. Go places where you've got no status. Think. Smash heads with the very best. Drop your ideas about what the best is. And don't stop. It's not enough just to follow the teacher's instructions. Who the fuck is he? Did he invent the internet like Al Gore? It ain't that easy. Take a year of quantum mechanics from a Nobel Prize winner. See what Richard Rorty has to say about philosophy. Get on the grind. Computer Science. Physics. Anthropology. Literature. Economics. Engineering. How can you take yourself seriously without having pressed up against those MILLIONS OF LIVES OF WORK. There's a time to get real, and that time is N-O-W. Can't just play dress-up. Chumps have been going around playing teacher for a long time. Look where that's gotten us. Get your head down and WORK. Face your fears. Don't just hide out in your tiny fife and pretend to be the guy. 'Cause that won't get you anywhere. There's a lot to learn about how it all works. Who knows how you'll learn it. If you're thing is to go around acting like you understand it all for dollars, you're just avoiding the work you need to do to actually get somewhere.

/\

Love is not about using others for your own glorification. It is not about using a certain group of words; George Bush Deux, for example, uses the words "love" and "freedom" quite a bit. It is not about smiling or sacrificing yourself. And it ain't about fondling everyone. A lot of folks have said a lot about love. Millions of books have been written! Countless scriptures, paintings, poems, buildings, theories, and tools are with us now. Maybe it'd be a good idea to study the stuff, and to be open about what "studying" means. People have tried to help eachother, through the generations, by concentrating the most powerful stuff into what's called "the cannon". You can get into it at a university. It might be easier to sit down before the latest craze, but I wouldn't expect much in return.

Huuuuuuuuh

The women are dressed for sex. It ain't no joke.

Jesus

The girls need to put some clothes on that aren't quite so tight, 'cause I'm about ready to flip out.

TXR

The "teacher" is just some guy who's given up on himself.

learning

It's actually the listner himself that makes something a "teaching".

The spiritual project:

Total reconciliation between being, body, and world. That's the goal. May every being prevail.

harum hare ra!

I'm sure of this:

There's nothin' spiritual about bad poetry.

hHarre

The heart of my teaching is who the fuck knows?

Itterate this.

The brain goes into the nerves. The nerves go into the tissue. The tissue goes into the world.

Then...

The world goes into the tissue. The tissue goes into the nerves. The nerves go into the brain.

G-G-G, G-G-G, G-Unit.

Fourteen "disciples" of self-proclaimed yoga guru Desai, who ran a non-profit yoga fellowship, lived at his 350 acre estate. While they were there, some for as long as 20 years, they contributed their money and then labor for little compensation, for the chance to follow his guidelines: chastity, poverty, and such. When they discovered that Desai had earned huge sums and had numerous sexual relations, they were disillusioned and sued him on numerous grounds. Desai sought to have the complaint dismissed.

In Boulder's hay day, the Rimpoche gave all the buddhist ladies HIV. The rest of the crew moved to Iceland. Oh. HIV ain't sanskrit for enlightenment.

;-/

Lyndon Larouche wrote THREE books called, "Children of Satan". That is why he is so awesome. Also, he knows sea-shell math.

!!!

Dr. Drew, Dr. Phil, Adyashanti, Deepak Chopra, David Deida, and Rodney Yee walk into a bar. David Deida goes, "Feel my depth and truth!" Dr. Phil goes, "Get Real!" Dr. Drew goes, "Were you molested?" Rodney Yee goes, "stand on your head" Adyashanti goes, "Focus one-pointedly" Chopra goes, "Have you known Sacred Love?" Bartender goes, "Guys, THIS AIN'T THAT KIND OF BAR."

Q

Who was the first traveling salesman to call himself a spiritual teacher?

w

Are there other mommies there?

23

Structural Integration -- It's a process an indvidual may approach in order to balance his physical structure in relationship to gravity.

66

When did self-help writers start hyping themselves spiritual teachers? Here's a teaching from chuck d of public enemy: "don't believe the hype."

Quit

Chemistry has failed to produce results on the problem of food and health. I don't know why this surprises anyone. Ever taken any chemistry? IT AIN'T SHIT. THAT AIN'T HOW IT WORKS.

-=

raw milk

restated:

SI is a practice of organismal physics.

c

F = G x m1 x m2 / R^2

G

You have to work yourself into gravity. Birth is the moment.

@*

Do the biochemists have good biochemistry?

-+

"Scientists" are fools.

-]

bBortus regent
in exavian remain
thortox excavian
kasabian KASABIAN!

gorthot matmaxs
TxDm TDM
FOrth RESTAND
overdown overdown

pragmist rp
pavian mazmax
foreCORE pragmast
pragmast Mx

INDOX XPORTIS

INJECT THE BEACON
IT ORDERS OF GREEN
SPARSE AND COMBINATORIC
ITS INTEGRALS CONVENE
AND...

COMBUSTION!

HarE' GAnum RRrO

The Earth is becoming a HIGHER-ORDER STAR.

HarE' GAnum RRrO

The Earth is becoming a HIGHER-ORDER STAR. It will outshine the sun.

HarE' GAnum RRrO

The Earth is becoming a HIGHER-ORDER STAR. It will outshine the sun.

1

There are planets and there are SUNS.

0

How do trees grow UP?

N

Women are a force of Nature.

-0

There's a lot of disorder in the energy pattern.

=|

Having a slow first step sucks.

Hare Hare

Fuck the state. Fuck corporate america.

x

Communities of physical activity, like teams, fail to persist or grow. They disband quickly relative to the life-span. People get injured and drop out. Others fall to the back. For it to go differently, individuals would have to get enlightened.

a

What really is the reward of competition? Enemies? A credential of superiority?

n

why race?

z

you can't fight your way into the center.

t

why follow?

p

why immitate?

o

Why immitate?

2

Drop a DEUCE.

$

Bankers eat lobsters with bad diahrrea. They make twenty dollars an hour.

DOWN THE FIELD

Pete Coors for president of CU!

Ya

It's a good idea to listen to the same christian rock song over and over again on repeat. It keeps you close to Him. If you struggle with addiciton to drugs, sex, or alcohol, try this. It works! In jesus name.

check this

The chumps calling themselves "spiritual teachers" are just bad poets, hack philosophers, failed athletes, or wannabe scientists. They've made no serious study of western endeavor. They paint themselves up with the motifs of the east and things they don't understand. And they got one more thing in common: They want you to PAY THEM TO STAND UP IN FRONT OF YOU AND TELL YOU HOW IT IS.

memo:

School is obedience training. Like what you send your dog to.

Get up on this

The whole zen scene is just another group sex format in which YOU DON'T GET TO MOVE. It's like catholicism in that it offers methods that don't work. And in the severity and rigidity of the power relations. Mormonism is a different beast.

Who the fuck are you?

"Adya will give talks exploring various aspects of spiritual awakening and living an awakend life."

Yep.

Religion is about putting some guy on a pedestal.

Get the fuck out of my face.

Why is anyone surprised that priests molest children? That's what the whole pattern's about. Christians FUCK AND FONDLE EACH OTHER. No touching is allowed. 'Cause if it was, it'd be clear how immature the pattern is! Somebody stands up in front of you and tells you how it is. Then you go out and do it to people YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.

$$$

"Inspired by a series of ever-deepening realizations, Adyashanti shares his unique teachings which have been compared to those of the early Zen masters." Only 200 bucks. This is what he's got to offer: "In order to wake up, you must commit all of your inner resources one-pointedly to the task at hand". Adya, It only costs, like, THREE BUCKS to get a KUNG FU MOVIE from Blockbuster. The true test of a "spiritual teacher" is the effect he has on "his students". Is he creating accolytes, dependents, subservients, and immitators? Does he insist upon receiving special treatment? If we're not interacting as equals, there's no teaching. Because THAT RIGHT THERE IS THE TEACHING. If there's a big dynamic ASSUMPTION, like, for example, that I'M THE MASTER AND YOU'RE THE STUDENT, the very of openness that Zen is all about ain't in effect.

$

The iPod. Great. It's a better walkman.

Ah

Calming is not the same as sedating.

HB

You make a great leap forward in the study of human behavior by focusing in on physical behavior. But to truly progress, you must calm yourself enough to see--measurement won't do the job. Most people freak out when they get close to "human behavior". This results in "analysis". The scientist is very far from what interests him.

-^~

On the Stanford campus there's a sculpture by Kenneth Snelson called Mozart I. It's a tensigrity structure. Steel tubes hold each other in air with a network of cables under tension. If one cable was shortened, the entire structure would distort. The position and orientation of every tube would change. The structure of the body is a bit like that.

~`~

The connective tissue is a single piece. It wraps everything. The vasculature, individual muscle cells, the brain, the bones, all are bound by a mathematically continuous piece of WHITE SHIT. It's a 3D manifold. The stuff in the pelvis winds its way up to the head. In response to trauma or repetition, layers may adhere. THIS PULLS DOWN THE ENTIRE STRUCTURE!

+

The reins are invisible and historical. Some people are UNDER THE THUMB. Some are always BEHIND THE TEMPO. Physical agency varies widely. Each individual apperas to be coming from a different place--His History. If everything were painted gray, you could get a real good look at the DYNAMIC PATTERN OF PEOPLE.

#

Most physical movement appears to be compelled by an outside force. That's not freedom. It's actually not necessary to give surveys or take measurements. You can SEE what is happening!

6

I want to be with jesus. i can only imagine how awesome it would be. he is the king of kings. I mean, He.

1

Growth makes a sound called music.

787

Doing what you want is the way to power.

1865

LOWER YOUR SHOULDER

7

Charanara Vinday it's three thousand years old.

421

Hare Bande

321

Do what makes you happy. Otherwise, you're not helping anybody.

22

If you defer to a leader, that leader's not shit.

99

Here's my philosophy: Do what you want. Otherwise, you'll hurt yourself.

88

I'm not psyched out anymore.

Ah///

If your opponent appears to have fallen behind, he's past you.

get this...

You can't do it FOR anyone. This is a real big discovery.

Stop.

Just give up.

YEAH

trying pains me.

hum

Often, the strongest move is to do nothing.

Ah...

Today, "science" is all about control. That's what yields papers and devices. But today, the DISCOVERY is about NOT control.

"Art"

Nah.

@#@

That whole unified field thing is real lame.

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The guys in the Stanford philosophy department have a secret: WE CAN'T DO ANYTHING. Shhhh. Don't tell, OK?

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I haven't given up on science. But I know that the pattern of activity called "university research" doesn't lead its participants ANYWHERE.

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There's a lot of man-made stimulus out there. It's produced by people who want nothin' but your money.

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The effect of gravity is to apply a force. It moves things.

$#%

Structure...it is spatial, physical, material, connected, a response to gravity.

^&)

Here's an argument for affirmative action: Guacamole.

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It's time for primary-mode physics with primary-mode relevance. Sure, you can model microscopic phenomena with exotic devices. But what does that do for you?

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I believe that your center can establish itself in your structure.

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The goal is not to be the center of a scene, like Jobs, Armani, or Larouche, but to be your own center.

PHILOSOPHY PROFESSOR

The person called "a philosophy professor" is neither a philosopher, a thinker, or a teacher. He is, unfortunately, just a sack-licker, selected for his fealty to the professional orthodoxy. How delicately does he kiss the ring? Institutions of all sorts produce this particular character. The institution fools him into thinking it can give him what he wants. The truth is that no one can GIVE it to him.

SCHOOL

A "school" is a prison ornamented with the signs of culture. These establish a pretense about the aims and nature of the activity that occurs within the building. The REAL nature of the activity, unfortunately, is the coercive specification of bodies in space, of mouths and hands in symbols. You will deficate here, not there, and when you do it, you'll hold this. And you've got to ask my permission. You will remain, sitting, in this two by three space from 7:18 to 8:25. You will speak when I call on you.

ADVERTISING

When people buy a product, they're really trying to buy the world imagined in the advertising. There's a reason billions of dollars are spent on marketing--it works! It's about telling massive lies regarding the world-transforming powers of products.

Man...

Steve Jobs has got them LINING UP BEFORE THE STORE IS EVEN OPEN.

doctor 1

A doctor doesn't know anything about health. That's not his role. He is more like a toilet. People bring him their worst shit. That's why he wears a white coat and works on a linoleum floor. Medicine is not a path of health. Doctors aren't healthier than lawyers, school teachers, or plumbers. They just do a different job.

LAROUCHE

Larouche tells a strong story. People have used it to gather in the streets. But the character of the gathering, from what I've seen, is not exceptional. Lots of talking, not much listening. The assumption is, "we know". They're in the same category as scientologists, mormons, republicans, and democrats. They rally around their story and get together to hammer on people. They don't have ANYTHING TO ACTUALLY DO, so they bark and cull for converts. Larouche's story is actually DISEMPOWERING. His assumption is that THINGS ARE BAD and that someone other than ourselves IS TO BLAME! Who? THE CHILDREN OF SATAN! (He wrote three different books called CHILDREN OF SATAN. The argument runs through Hitler, Strauss, Wolfowitz, The Financial System, Geometry. It ain't real high quality.)

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If you're a teacher, you've got nothing to teach. Christ gave us pedophile priests. Buddha gave us a bunch of unhappy women and alcoholic rimpoches. Teachers don't own themselves. And owning yourself is the real teaching.

HOUSE

You live in a house called your body. People are made of material. It functions in the field of GRAVITY . The arrangement of the material, an individual's physical structure, is actually not permanent. Things get stuck. Whole regions sieze up. Units twist. The outside gets clued to the inside. Blocks tilt, to the front or back, to the right or left.

VOTER

"voter" is just the propaganda term for subject.

STUDENT

"student" is the propaganda term for slave.

TEACHER

The "teacher" is just another actor following protocol. His job is to evoke adherence to a list of strictures handed to him by the institution that employs him. He is out of play and not in question. He is just a more clever policeman. And eventually he becomes blind to the true nature of the pattern to which he belongs.

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If you're going around trying to fix people, you're the one that needs to be fixed.

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Instruction is just an immature pattern of interaction.

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ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS LIVE.

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IF YOU'RE GOING AROUND TRYING TO DO SOMETHING, ALL YOU'RE REALLY DOING IS TRYING. THAT'S THE ESSENTIAL CHARACTER OF YOUR ACTION. YOU CAN POETICIZE THAT DISPOSITION HOWEVER YOU WANT, WITH STORIES OF POLITICS, RELIGION, COMMERCE, OR ART. IT DON'T MATTER.

Ah

ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS LIVE. THAT'S NOT ONLY THE WAY TO ACCOMPLISHMENT; GETTING TO THAT PLACE IS THE ACCOMPLISHMENT OF ACCOMPLISHMENTS.

P

A story counts as an explaination ONLY if it solves the problem. That's the core claim of the philosophical movement Pragmatism. The question each individual must ask is this: What model am I using, and does it actually do what I want it to do?

Hare

We are nothin' but the Lord.

~Om

Just look at it as an experiment.

Conundrum

It's hard to sell the work that actually needs to be done. 'Cause what people need to start saying is, "I can't be bought."

BG

Bill Gates is the Mr. Burns of the Pacific North West. He's like Stephen Hawking, but not as athletic. He ain't Larry Page.

$

I'm pretty sure that being poor ain't the way to go. Psyche! When you're poor you're free. When you're rich you eat whipped cream and act like a dick. Which is ironic, considering you're such a pussy.

Chopra

Isn't Deepak Chopra just a bad poet?

Advance Praise for Splitting Headache by Krishna Argus Baba Rambot Udj

"The teachings of Hare Baba decended to mortal earthlings from a lotus cloud. He spewed them freely into symbols to make it easy. His robes flow 800 feet and are filled with Chinese children in party hats. He smells so good." -- Pablo Neruda

"His Penis cures AIDS" -- Africa

"He is the most Krishna" -- India

"He sex us so good" -- Taiwan

"He sex us so good" -- Japan

"Hare Baba knows how to fight war." -- Germany

"He hits 'em in the mouth." United States of America

"He makes it clear: the poem of being has just begun." -- Richard Rorty

"He seems to know quantum mechanics." -- Nobel Laureate Bob Laughlin

"Now I know for sure that I am a charlatan" -- Deepak Chopra

C

It's the year of the Rooster.

B

Judgement is the successor to decisive physical aggression.

A

At Stanford, tennis players have a lot of status.

10

I am Hare Grande Baba Hefe. My teeth are the rays of the Son. My skin is like like the belly of the boar-cow. My thighs are thick like the rhinoceros at war. My ivory tusks hang deep and wide. I drink spiced chai with raw milk and stand in halasana for six days. Charanara Vinde.

9

Kirsten

8

My dad has a Ph.D. in anthropology. He gets a lot of diarrhea.

7

My mom writes checks.

6

Why use your hands when you can use a stick?

5

I understand domestic violence. Nah, I don't understand it.

4

Half of me cranks to kill anyone not kneeling.

3

Half of me really likes people.

2

When you're 28, no one can fuck with you.

1

What I want to do is win the war.

My advice?

Bring the guns.

Bang

At Stanford, there was a pussy runner named bitch-ass gay faggot jennings. He was a like a wide-eyed deer. He only ate vegetables, but yards of sausage still passed through his rectum. He lets his dad dick him over in public. And he roars!

peace

You, beloved students, you *are* the scriptures! May the sows and piglets of Earth chirp in victorious harmony! Yama! Yama!

Yes..

You are like sleepy piglets suckling your sow's teet.

rrrrrock

I have grown tired of rock and roll. It all sounds the same. Why complain all the time? Don't you get tired? Yes, drums, guitar, we know. Very emotional. Got it.

Yogasana

Yes, thank you for coming here today to sit at my knee and receive my knowledge. You shall be rewarded, not just in your next life, but here on earth now! You are like young deer. I would like to speak to you about yoga. Today's "yoga teacher" would be more accurately called "asana instructor" or "yoga model". The "yoga teacher" stretches, speaks, and exercises within a particular commercially-derived aesthetic that supports her business. That is all. She is basically an entertainer. She has done no yoga, so how can she teach it?

ah...

Mix a fine pudding of milk, egg, sugar, and vanilla. That is my suggestion, young sapling.

dharma-satvam

Dear students, I am here to share my mastery with you. Please be seated. Yes, thank you, please be seated. OK! OK! Yes, thank you, please be seated. I will expound for you, beloved children, not by speaking, but simply by breathing. It is my peace that you must study. Yes, I understand energy waves and conciousness, but these are not your concern at this early stage. Bring me an avocado and some of that tofu pudding. Ah, blessed yes thank you. om. Certain minor teachers such as depak chopra have given false teachings on the nature of god. Please disregard his pop-psychology, along with the evil yogini Garmuk and Rodney Yee. Mere performers, they don't know a thing about real god-conciousness. Fortunately, you are here with me today to hear my teaching, "Knowledge Three: Sacred Love."

Love is a conciousness between a man and woman, or between a man and god. It is the true nature of everything, including the planets. We are all love. It is bountiful and flows as freely as the song of the parrot. It is like the winds on a hawaiian shore. It is everywhere. Even the atoms contain love, as do the celestial bodies. Love is the nature of god. It is sacred as the apple tree.

As a young boy, I found a scareb under a rock. It was suffering. I took it into my home and nursed it by the plant. Each day I would give it a new grain of rice. Slowly but surely, it healed, and I released it into the universe. This was my first lesson in sacred love.

As you know, I have developed a system of sacred love, involving a series of exercises of the diaphram. These should be practiced daily, with your partner's kundalini fire. Press your bellies into eachother, and speak into eachother's eyes: "You, beloved, you are my sacred love." This should be said three times. Then the diaphram drops, and the cycle of satsasana continues. Share figs and fresh fruit, allong with hot teas from my special collection. This is very wonderful.

He has risen!

Heroically, I have stepped out of retirement to serve my students. These are my recent revelations from the devine source of eternal TRUTH:

1. I ain't a fucking slave.
2. I am the Hare Bande. Maidens tote my golden loins on alabaster chariots.
3. Michael Jordan polishes my basketballs.
4. ~Om

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This blog is now over. I am officially retring from blogging. I walk away as the greatest blogger in the universe. I waited many fortnights for a challenger, but none emerged. It has been revealed to me that none can ever emerge, for I am, beloved students, the All-mighty. Today, people from India to Scandenavia cry tears of sorrow. But fear not; my teaching will live on in the atoms of the universe and energy waves. Students of my manual will mount the race of mormon men with authority, and drive them into the grain silos from whence they came. The earth will be littered with cheap suits and franklin-covey planners. The mormon girls will be free lick our members like they want. And we will help the jews to freedom!

What of those who do not recognize Truth? Many dooms await them. They will be confined to boxes of concrete and steel, leaving only in the evening for a little bite of hamburger salad. Or set to hobbling each other on flat fields. They will be left to a permanernt haze of disease and tepid violence, while we live with God and eat from His table.

Raise the invisible banner!
Huddle together under the flag of light!
Our cause is liberation!

The Krauts

I read the first paragraph of mein kampf and it was real lame. I expected a more compelling text from the most evil leader of the industrial age. Hitler ain't George Bush.

the teaching

There's nothin' enelightened about being a woman's toilet.