Another one lost in time

Dope forgotten video by one of the greats

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Random Emission

Do you think pubes are a genital shield? Seriously. At least for women it seems feasible. A large crazy bush protecting the flower deep within...I like that idea.

Red or green?

I feel spicy today. Dare I say, Scotch Bonnet spicy? Ohhhh yesssssssss - I dare. No real reason, although calling the Smithsonian and telling them to get off my ass was pretty invigorating. Maybe I just feel accomplished? Fuck that, I like spicy. And besides, if I can take spicy to work with me I'll make spicy $$$$ - kaching beeches. I didn't get to work on my poem today, but I've been practicing another poem for a different spoken word event that should be mighty fun. Maybe that's why I feel spicy - I'm starting to get involved with the things that make my world go round again. Have you ever been so good at something and then for whatever reason you stopped doing it? Only to find that starting after a hiatus isn't as easy a the proverbial bike riding? Well, if you've never done it - don't. Take it from me, a break to rejuvenate the mental and spiritual is one thing, but a fucking hiatus is just dumb. It also makes you feel lonely and useless. If you are meant to be ANY kind of artist - poet, painter, dancer, potter, weaver, lover, father, cobbler, chef, gardener, carpenter, etc. - you have to do it, or else live a 1/2 empty life. That's one way I think you can tell if you are a true artist who has something to offer the universe (that and drug overdose seem to be pretty standard). Hopefully this isn't just a phase. I don't think it is though. I realize I'm getting older and I've got to get my act together. I feel like my brain is jumbled and clouded with all these ideas and experiences from the past few years waiting to ooze out. Like a zit or a volcano that's boiling just beneath the surface, getting hotter and more agonizing. I have a lot of things to say, and on my behalf I think I can say them in a beautiful way. So here's to pustulating brain clouds!!!! May they be prolific and tumultuous, poignant and historic!

Polly want a GMO biscut?

I'm trying to write a poem today. Of course I got sidetracked by gathering information for my poem and only got around to starting it - but hey, starting it is 1/2 the battle. Biopiaracy......such a juicy word. Chock full of all the best stories in the world. That's what I'm writing my poem about: The patenting of animal/plant/human genes for profit by major corporations. I am trying to enter this contest that involves "green" poems. For the record, I hate (yes, I said hate) themed poetry readings. I suppose they all serve a purpose - quit smacking women around, save a whale, save America, plant a fucking tree, yadayadayada - they just feel so contrived. Like, why do I all of a sudden feel compelled to write about the environment just because I might get to hang out with Robert Redford if I win? It's similar to everybody becoming a patriot after 9/11. Blah. I'm not even going to go there. Regardless of my cynicism, I'm going to write a fantastic poem (I've actually been wanting to write this one for quite some time now). The upside to this is that I work well under duress ( deadline is in a week and a 1/2), and I don't have to think for myself, I already have a topic - YAY!! Har har har, maties! Swab yer genomes off the poop deck ye bastards! 'Ol Lolita's writin' a poem 'bout yer sorry biopirating arsses! Yar! That wench is mighty fierce when she gits er bustle in a twist and brandishes you with with er inky bic, you salty land stealing lovers!

To all the uneducated vegans and vegetarians out there

Puss filled frosty glasses for everyone!

I didn't go to jail, now what?

How many times have you opened your eyes with the intention of changing what you see? Once? Thrice? Never? I mean, think about it - honestly, have you ever opened your eyes with the intent of ripping open the face of a new reality? I really don't know if I have. I've definitely conjured up some interesting pathways in life, alas; I did it for myself. Me and only me, no matter how worldly of an intention I seemed to come at it with. Now, I know that you can't help others before you help yourself, but at what point do we stop consuming and start producing? Is it possible to do both at the same time (i.e. fulfill some chasm in yourself whilst TRULY doing something for the world)? How does one get the fuck off their ass and sprout, blossom, pollinate, and grow even stronger on a quest to reach the sun within whilst reveling in the the sun without? LSD? Tried that. Sex? Too many issues. Love? Sometimes I forget how lucky I am. Chastity? Ha! Just thought I'd throw that in there. Religion? Reference all reasons aforementioned re: lsd/sex/love/chastity. Art seems to work, I just wish I could remember that it will never let you down. It's kind of like the universe, you know? You can piss on it over and over and over and over, and it will still be there to hold you in the night with soft birdsong; not once asking for anything in return - just that you never forget that it's always there to bring the sun to help you grow.

Something America forgot to teach the youth