Was I late again last week? I can't tell this week where I was last week. It's a weak minded game I'm stuck in this week. But what happened last week?

Metal        in         Nature.

Meddle     in        Nature.

 You choose?

Oil Energy -- Its Impact
Leary Quotes
Think For Yourself Question Authority
Albert Hoffman Quotes 
SumShine Art
Vectoring
LSD: Completely Personal by Dr. Albert Hoffman (book)
****Insight Outlook (book)****
Beyond 2012

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"Only thing im holdin is Pain, You can borrow, a whole pocket of change,
For your sorrow, Lotta Kat'z busted, but they cant find the hop,
That hustlin game gotta stop, On the open road, now is not the time to flock"

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John Milton: Y’know, boy, guilt is like a bag of fucking bricks: all you gotta do is set it down. Who are you carrying all those bricks for anyway? God? Is that it? God? Well, I’ll tell ya, lemme give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He’s a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts! He gives this extraordinary gift and then–what does he do? I swear–for his own amusement–his own private cosmic gag reel–he sets the rules in opposition. It’s the goof of all time! Look. But don’t touch! Touch. But don’t taste! Taste. Don’t swallow! [laughs] And while you’re jumping from one foot to the next, he’s laughing his sick fucking ass off!! He’s a tight ass, he’s a sadist, he’s an absentee landlord! Worship that? Never!

Kevin: Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven, is that it?

Milton: Why not? I’m here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole thing began! I’ve nurtured every sensation Man has been inspired to have! I cared about what he wanted and I never judged him. Why? Because I never rejected him. In spite of all his imperfections, I’m a fan of man! I’m a humanist.

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little by little I could begin to enjoy the unprecedented colors and plays of shapes that persisted behind my closed eyes. Kaleidoscopic, fantastic images surged in on me, alternating, variegated, opening and then closing themselves in circles and spirals, exploding in colored fountains, rearranging and hybridizing themselves in constant flux

I think that in human evolution it has never been as necessary to have this substance LSD. It is just a tool to turn us into what we are supposed to be

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• CO2
  In my opinion, this seems like a waste of time and effort. Rather than worrying about where to put all of this "bad" gas, it seems that implementing and regulating a tax on CO2 emissions would be effective. It would be too hard and tedious to design the tests/experiments to understand the long-term--even short-term--impact of storing this gas underground. My conscious is telling me that nothing good can result from this process (a seemingly hollow pocket filled with CO2). However, the immediate reduction in greenhouse gases would do swell at calming the general public's mind. I just feel that society and those behind these projects need to contemplate the "BIG PICTURE," especially given the controversy surrounding the potential for leakage.
  This leads me to the second question concerning government funding for carbon dioxide and green energy projects. In my skewed opinion on the matter, I would certainly limit research grants for carbon dioxide storage--but would by no means cut the funding. The reason being that this is a process which is relatively new and, therefore, not much is known. Therefore, research should continue in the field, but should not become a "crutch" for the green movement and cutting greenhouse gas emissions. Solar and wind energy are beneficial as well and would remain a high priority for grants. Although the main concern with these two processes surrounds the actual construction. Each individual component of the equipment needs to be manufactured from earth's resources; then transported from manufacturers to suppliers; and, finally, transported to the construction site to be built by machinery run off oil. All of these processes utilize oil and in turn produce carbon dioxide. And yes, in the long run the benefits (for both energy and emissions) may outweigh the initial carbon dioxide emissions. These are simply basic observations that must not be overlooked. The only thing that needs to be said about hybrid cars is that each tire consists of 7 gallons of oil--more or less.
  My final thought is that our society/government is run off oil and other natural resources, which lead to an unfathomable volume of greenhouse gases. Instead of concerning ourselves with the technical processes of containing the gas, why not just promote a green movement that would produce the same results through the limitation of carbon dioxide emissions. Doesn't this make the most sense? Rather than continuing on the self-destructive path we are currently, and blatantly, on at the current moment. Final solution: limit emissions and plant more trees (do they not benefit from carbon dioxide?).

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You can hold me in your arms till the morning light makes it alright. 

something to live by

I have come to accept that: what happens happens; and what was never meant to happen can still happen; but none of this can you change for it was written long before you found the book. So, sit back and enjoy the fuck out of life.

"Seek not that the things which happen should happen as you wish; but wish the things which happen to be as they are, and you will have a tranquil flow of life."

~Epictetus~

Sorry, i lost my train of thought.

My mind hasn't been around lately and I'm starting to wonder if he'll ever return home again. It seems as though I can't collect my thoughts, for their shepherd is lost. No one now to lead them to my green pastures and no water shall they attest. An ancient magician hath made them disappear--a sorcerer with many-a tricks up his sleeves indeed. A simple ploy of diversion has rendered me a useless, futile vessel--empty of all life-bearing nutrients. Kind words I may still spit and spat, but any comforts of wisdom have promptly left for the day. I ramble, I roll, and away I go.......

There will come a day when all that once was lost shall return to stay. The magician retires and his bag of tricks are put away. Walking down a lonesome road, I spy an old friend I once knew. As we passed on by, he turned to ask, "brother, why so blue? didn't ya know i was with ya always, a fateful companion through and through."

Things change and so will you.

Today,
my heart
it hurts
and my mind
it left on vacation.
Thoughts of mine
make no connection.
Thoughts of you
alight me with desire.
The synapses,
they misfire.
The transmission
it's slipping.
I've fallen.
I am falling
--falling deeply,
madly in love.
And no longer can I stop myself.
And I ask,
How do you slow this ride?
How can you change the tide?
Put my heart up on
that shelf
and leave it for a
rainy day.
Maybe wear it on my sleeve
and ask you
to stay.
Just for a while.
Until all is right.
Wash ourselves
in the sweet,
sweet
morning light.
Like times before,
we know what
we have
each other
for.

Set Sail to the Sunset Tonight

Money. Blood.
Mystery.
Babylon.
Patriots vs. Giants.
Who Won?

If I can get the hammock hung, then I may get to skate; and, if I get to skate, then I’ll be happy; and, if I’m happy, I may go out on a limb; and, if I’m out on a limb, we may meet in the middle; and, if we meet in the middle, how long will you stay? How easy will it be for you to just walk away?

Stay with me for a while out on this limb. Out here in the middle, our feet can sway in the wind; and we can watch tiny ants go marching by. Isn't the sunset dazzling from way up high? God must be a painter and his canvas the sky. God had you in mind when he created the beauty of the poppy, and depths of the sea, and the immeasurability of the galaxies. You define beauty, splendor, grace. I know He made you for me, and I for you. And as one, we will conquer the troubled seas of love. We will be pirates of passion and amour.  Lovers with no end in sight. You've turned me into a fool. I'm a fool over you.

Rise of the Butcher

There will come a day to pass when all who talk will listen, and all who listen will talk. It shall be a day of reckoning on those who make it their job to peddle their words or the words of their sponsors.



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"I tend to avoid alcohol....When I can."

Although Changed, I Rise Again the Same.

The sounds of silence in my ear. The sound lacks simplicity and it damn sure ain't clear. We will overcome the silence plaguing this land. Can you hear me? Am I being clear, concise? Is my point getting across to you? Should I lean closer to whisper in your little ear? The friends of silence may hear. They may hear just what I plan to whisper to your ear. But, it ain't bad. No, it ain't bad for the bad man. We ain't got it as bad as they do over there. No, not here, never here. We'll never hear what it's really like over there or there or there. Not the truth. We get fed the truth our grandparents bargained their lives for and nothing more. A systematic tool of propagandizing the information of today, but invented in the past. Invented by a war machine no different than the current hegemony, arch-dictatorship gallivanting around the globe under the facade of a free democracy. Free, fair, just, and equal for the price of your soul.
Liberty and Justice for some.
Crony Capitalism for all. 
And to all a goodnight. 

"Ho, ho, ho; but I ain't Cringle."

Age of Innocence...Lost

What do you believe when all that you see is not reality? When all around you is mere fantasy, a parody of what could be, an endless line of fallacy. Facades of dirt and clay crumble to the ground with earth's decay. We are in the Lost Age.And now, now we're on the last page of the last chapter in the last book. Your story, our story, the whole story: it has been written. We are simply reading it line by line, moment by moment. Take a look for yourself, but open your eyes first. Shake the dust from your lenses. Polish your pupils one last time. Lean in a little closer and don't be scared. Question the "norm." Ask yourself what is so correct about politics? National heretics. Holy anti-Semitics. Global Jesuits. A Knight of Malta. They never falter. They stand tall...but, how tall can one stand in the underground? For their heads can no longer break the surface to reach fresh air. Trapped in a den of foxes and snakes. Will you get in bed with the false prophets of this world? How long will you last?

Have you already?

You have.

How could you know?

You won't.

How does anyone know?

We don't.

Check your hard wiring. Think for yourself. Unplug your TV. Go outside--rain, snow, sleet, hail, sun, or clouds--their is beauty to be found in all of nature. Discomfort is only a mindset and is one that can be changed. Stop being a part of the unthinking majority. Stop pushing the war-dog's agenda. Stop being the problem.

Just Stop. For Once.

You just might enjoy it--or is that what you are afraid of?

This is your LIFE for Pete's sake! You are granted only one of those. Will you watch idly as it slips by?

I end with a portion of William Blake's poem Auguries of Innocence:

To see a world in a grain of sand,

And a heaven in a wild flower,

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,

And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage

Puts all heaven in a rage.

Contemporary Feelings of Peace, a poem by me

Open your eyes, for I know they are tired.

Pull back your shades,

Let light flood the dark hollows

of your many halls.

Know that you are saved,

so long as you do the saving.

Know the face of Grace,

when she looks you in the eyes.

Let Nature baste your faith,

as the lark alights the skies.

Bath in the glory

of all things--

Beautiful.

-B(ouncing) B(etty) a.k.a.me, 2012

Quoted:

Oooh, Oooh!
I think I struck a nerve.
She's in a fit.
A fit she don't deserve.

I got a habit.
A habit for cabbage.
Light green treasons
through all 4 seasons.

I got boo berry bitches
Suckin on my antelope

About time someone said it. Northland College (NZ) principal John Tapene has offered the following words from a judge who regularly deals with youth....."Always we hear the cry from teenagers 'What can we do, where can we go?'...My answer is, "Go home, mow the lawn, wash the windows, learn to cook, build a raft, get a job, visit the sick, study your lessons, and after you've finished, read a book. Your town does not owe you recreational facilities and your parents do not owe you fun. The world does not owe you a living, you owe the world something. You owe it your time, energy and talent so that no one will be at war, in poverty or sick and lonely again." In other words, grow up, stop being a cry baby, get out of your dream world and develop a backbone, not a wishbone. Start behaving like a responsible person. You are important and you are needed. It's too late to sit around and wait for somebody to do something someday. Someday is now and that somebody is you.

http://andrewgough.co.uk/forum/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=3596

http://www.andrewgough.co.uk/

http://www.crystalinks.com/chakras.html
The Chakras are in connection to the wheels in all things living, breathing.
http://www.feandft.com/vortex_basics.htm
http://naturography.com/the-golden-section-hypothesis-a-critical-look/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deism

The lights hit your eyes
like diamonds on the side
walk chalk
dust on your elbows
better there
than on your nose.
breath out of reach
the treason runs deep
deeper than you'll ever go
the rabbit and his hide-a-hole
down, down,
down you'll go
drink it up
now, take it slow
stomp it out
don't let it grow
who's alice
where did she take me
far, far
far from my dream
earthquakes grumble
and rumble
from within my feet
dirt on the street
corner full of troubles
pocket full of rubble

goin' to see another
doctor keep my heart attack
away.
One foot in,
and one foot out
of the grave.
Save me
for your rainy day.

I went down to the water
To see where I was born
I came back with not a hankerin',
but knew I needed more.