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    April 17, 2012 by Jayhanam

    Keats’ autumn in plastic urns, odes to a see-through genocide, ashy faces, purple  eyes

    You could not imagine flame! Nothing and everything spits in

    unison, choas in pink purses, and two large turds swimming through the dead sea

    And you! a schizoaffective rainbow, dancing to nothing and…”desolation row” The loneliest tempations are the saddest characters in the crowd??? Mindless muttering of marmalade sandwiches, madness                       reigns Supreme. trapped by her barbwire leash

    socks like kevlar armor. You don’t know what you might catch here. Maybe you’ll slip and lose a part of you to the stream, then scream and scream but you’re only a minor disturbance in our ambiendreams. It leaves you permanently bitter, lobotomized, scared, lonely swimming in lost dreams and cigarette ash.

     

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  2. Richmond..

    September 27, 2011 by Jayhanam

    I want to escape. No characters. Robotic movements, joints being passed, pills chopped up into tangy resin dripping to your throat. Emergencies. Migraines, nervous breakdowns. Lonely carrying shadows, thick, black, engulfing. The unbearable weight of being, blood, birth, instinct. Empty staring out at lakes, drowning yourself, ego, little boy lost. I is all the pain.  Brands being flashed, rich man’s cocaine. Endless walks into the forest, hearing them all, petty, listening, falling apart.

    Too m u ch confusion. There was nothing but an artificial lake to stare at hanging upside down. I was too intense. Hearing, everywhere, receptive, eager to please. Cynical. All words are lies. Faithless, godless, bursts of misery, getting the fear.

    Dancing, singing, writing, playing, running around fueled by music and silent desperation.

    In the forest, I is the trees. I is the darkness.

    Until I die..

    Life is rebirth

    Love

    Death

    Chaos

    Sunlight melts the ivory towers.

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  3. The Joker and the Theif dances in quicksand

    September 27, 2011 by Jayhanam

    “Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
    He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
    And when bringing her name up
    He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
    He’s sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
    Muttering small talk at the wall while I’m in the hall
    How can I explain?
    Oh, it’s so hard to get on
    And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn

    Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
    Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while” -Visions of Johanna

    Back in 1966 the United States seemed full of rebels, lost little boys whining at the adults, defying the rules and brazenly questioning the wisdom of the grown ups. Were they talking to themselves, muttering at walls? Did the movement for peace and equality evolve into self-absorbed uselessness? Its a very sad song. Today Dylan and his compatriots have turned into the museum, artifact of a bygone era when rebellion wasn’t sponsored by Apple and Disney and Urban Outfitters. The Beatles and Bob are t-shirts, accessories, “I’m deep, I believe in peace and love man”. No I doubt you do, the only thing you believe in is yourself and until you lose yourself you’ll never understand what they were talking about back in the day.

    Love everyone, even if it means losing your clothes and your home and the support of your relatives and your “honor” and every other shiny token society gives you. Do what’s right. Be. Become the change you want to see or stay blind. Always choose life over death and above all be groovy.

    “Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
    They’re drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made
    Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
    But you’d better lift your diamond ring, you’d better pawn it babe
    You used to be so amused
    At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
    Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
    When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
    You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal”

    HOW DOES IT FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL? And to think some used to call you Judas. Play it fucking loud!

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  4. Brain snacks?

    September 23, 2011 by far mer

    Syrians in Aleppo take major pride in their cuisine and have the Arab countries going. But I know for sure they can’t cook for shit! Pride is also a wall. And walls handicap people, who will fall behind in time. Like food in Aleppo might have been good centuries ago. Their ego-walls made them fall behind. As for me I embrace the life of chaos and uncertainty. I am uncertain about everything, I can’t be, or life will contradict me. I’m a free thinker and I always doubt myself. As philosophers say, you can never know anything. That’s how I am. At least I’m not a conformist living an illusion. I just live the moment and grasp the positive illusions like love and getting high. But sometimes I wonder if life is worth the battle with so many delusional robots. This world has made it so that everyone’s an opportunist and worships money. Especially hopeless Arabs who go pray and then steal or scam you. There is so much corruption. This life has to be a faze…

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  5. have you heard about those Satanic people?

    September 15, 2011 by PunkJoker

    Right so this is an image Jahama asked for, not sure how he’d feel about it but oh well! Please excuse whatever fuck-ups appear on this post as I’m still struggling with this system.

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  6. Jordan and the sixties, a green-energy approach

    September 9, 2011 by Jayhanam

    Its epic.

    Or is it?

    The sixties drug culture viewed consciousness expansion as a duty against those would destroy us. They saw themselves as good vs. evil and that is how some remember them. But evil is not pervasive or overwhelming in the United States, it is much more subtle, it wears a costume and gives a show before it robs you. Somebody once said “the reason the American art world is in shambles is because so many talented artists are choosing to go into advertising.” Corruption in the U.S tries to convince you that being robbed is for your own good and it has most Americans convinced. Money is the only god there, even to some of the people who are protesting. Most people protesting in the United States the coffee party, only after their own self-interest. Money does not make you a better person. Like any drug, it becomes addictive. You begin seeing money itself as valuable rather then as only a paper or digital symbol of what the money can purchase. evil, capitalized.

    In the Middle East, evil is all-pervasive. The people controlling you are evil and you know they’re evil but evil has become acceptable. Evil masquerades as morality, just like in the United States. But Americans are better at masquerading. In the Middle east people are beginning to see themselves as battling evil. The Egyptian protesters did not care if they got shot at or gassed or even killed, they were dying in the name of what they believed is god. And it’s not what the Brotherhood of Islam viewed as good. But the BOI was overwhelmed by it so it joined in hoping to increase its credibility. Fuck the Brotherhood of Islam, they are as evil as Mubarak, only in a more subtle way. They will take your brains, your hearts and your paychecks and run to the desert to bury them somewhere safe.

    Politics is evil and to some even religion is evil. The shackles are being burnt off. Or are they?

    Is it all just a trick?

    Are the shackles only being tightened by the shadows who surround us?

    We must break free with light. Expose the shadows for the sneaky pieces of shit they really are. With light often comes love, or disgust. both are powerful emotions, so is lust and its better to lust after people then to lust after objects. Or is it? What if we break the people when we lust for them? Is our lust really that evil? What about love, can you really love everybody? What if they dont deserve it? What if you dont deserve to decide, what if love is your default. Its just too dark to see it.

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  7. Fox Wives. (heaven and hell)

    September 9, 2011 by PunkJoker

    Not sure what this is “supposed” to mean, it’s just an image I wanted to make. I’m sure Jahama will be able to write something up if he chooses. (jahama will keep that suggestion in mind)

     

    Jayhanam’s interpretation: the devil’s biggest trick was convincing everyone he doesn’t exist, I’ve met the devil several times, we’re on a first-name basis, he’s as real as god is

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  8. Truth

    September 8, 2011 by rolzpolz

    i’m throwing in the towel and you’re closing in

    and the cool night air hits us like a storm, and the trees are still and the lights shine bright

    the moon glares and tries to be complete, with time it grows and shines like a beast

    and the wolves howl and they wait for the fullness of the moon that hits them like an electric shock

    we fall and we marvel at the glory of it all

    and we still throw it in, and try to make sense of it all

    but the truth is, there is no truth

    the sense lies in the dreams of the crow

    that flies and waits for the scarecrow to fold

    and the scarecrow is standing through it all

    it has to protect that which makes sense

    but the truth is, there still is no sense

    we fall and we’re shattered, and we find that it’s all

    just tumbling down so beautifully and so bold

    and the stripes are still there, they’re shining with blue and hints of rain

    and the rainbows collide, and form a pot of gold

    but the truth is there is no gold, no luck, no faith, just consequences of fate.

    But the faith is restored, and it waits to strike again, it will come again and again until we are no longer sane

    and the sanity lies in the fact that there we are all insane

    and we are feeling like we are small, when we are not even that

    we are a fragment of the truth, tinier than that

    we know it is cruel, and we still throw it in

    you’re finally here, and we marvel once again

    But the truth is, the marvel was never gone.

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  9. have you ever been elbow-deep inside a goat’s vagina?

    September 3, 2011 by Jayhanam

    I want to be like a goat. denying itself nothing. A goat’ll eat a bicycle. A goat’ll eat itself if forced to. A goat is simple, plain some may say it is dumb.

    But what is smart? Smart lies. Smart dulls itself with drugs. Smart is toxic. At least that’s what I’ve been taught. Smart wears suits and attends lectures. Smart diligently takes notes. Smart drinks too much. Smart is full of nervous energy. Smart divides itself for breakfast. Smart builds bogus ideologies and piles itself upon them. Smart is self-sustaining and persistent and self-loving and it destroys anything it finds unacceptable.

    So about this goat-fucking business…

    As an arab i feel it is necessary to correct this misconception. This is not the story of O, the goat does not happily submit to our will in leather straps.  We herd the goat. Make sure it is happy and satisfied. We are gentlemen about it. We are never crass with our goats, we never force them into anything. If anything the goats force us. Cruel bastards. We are only their loyal shepherds. They have chosen us, they do not ram us with their horns, we make sure they are not bothered by our presence. We fear our goats. They remind us how much we have lost of ourselves. How much we trade to make the sands dance. Tragic figures. We are scared shitless of our goats and our women and our birds. Petrified by the phantoms of freedom.

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  10. Waiting

    September 2, 2011 by rolzpolz

    To wait is to exterminate all your urges to create, it becomes that you are delegating your time to procrastinating.

    I’ll give you some advice; don’t wait.

    When you wait, you are killing all your juices, you’re drying all your crying, and you’re dying! Stop and think, but don’t wait. Take your time to become and do, but never wait. If you get it, then start it. If you don’t, then find it.

    To wait is such a passionless attempt to live and forgive all your senses in their trances and their dances.

    I’ll give you some advice; don’t wait!

    Never wait! State all the contents of your heart when you start to feel and appeal to the dire senses. Create all your diamonds with the silence of your thinking and your desire to create.

    And smile! Do it with a smile, do it patiently and thoughtfully, as slowly as you want, but don’t halt all the working and the doing and the smiling! Be happy! Be dappy and dapper, with a tiny hint of snapper!

    I’ll give you some advice; don’t wait!

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