and then they move into your head. and you bounce off the walls

thinking:

becoming a violent wave of passions, slamming against the ocean floor, and spitting up whitewater so it squirms up and drools down like sleepers with their pillows and dreams.

The events of days and the yells of new things, whispering into monday. Ice, in cold water and melting days. torch dreams and the transition of elements as representations of mental states.

At the moment - Thom Yorke's "iluvya" bursting and blabbering in my skull (I'm using good headphones).
sHani asleep in the corner of the room, ben reading about the tijuana border. (and currently my blog underlines names which start with lowercase letters, telling me it's the wrong way to write.
uncalled for backbone from blogger.)


i sit in san diego - a classy place with numb brains skipping around in the sun; a vapid architectural scene with the occasional gem; a flawed entitlement in communities with cardboard cutout avenues and anti-corporate stands which stem from both a sort of nobility and a confusion over what else there is to do (being trapped, being ignorant); and many other things, but really, in the end, The Border.

here, something which explodes from old dirt - a wall - for the first time in history, here, now. A panoptic structure, solid and strong, built from desert storm military materials, dividing one of the richest communities in the world from some of the poorest. A granola skater with dreadlocks and hemp shirts and the farmer's market. and the other side of it. a side which i don't feel i can speak about - distance holding me back.

Once there was just land and open space with natural barriers. then the construction of something. a wall.

militarization projects are under way. the specificity, the new targets, the element of control at the tip of the finger which tips the scale, hits the red button, and smokes cigars over cognac before bed, and then the morning newspaper with silk or velvet pajamas.
Robots with rifles, slaves in the crosshairs. Less thinking leads to more efficiency (surveillance, punishment as well); the simplification of ideas and methods of communication; feeding seeds of desires to human beings; playing their xylophone souls to the tune of fear and patriotism.. So, the necessity of introducing Complexity as a bomb. to blow a hole in the brain of A Consumer.

The image of bricks in a wall and the process. one. brick. at a. time.
no bricks though.

but the explosion and the scattering of pieces. Pieces of brains. From complexity. and then they will want to put it back together. they will or somebody else will. and then you need to keep exposing it to things which defend against the rebuilding of a play-dough brain and encourage or challenge one to mold a mind of their own. you need to expose power.
because power is efficient when silent and hidden. like a black widow. a web.

no tug-of-war actually ever ends. Power travels odd roads and twists like a mobius strip. it doesn't stop. it feeds itself, eats itself. the Ouroboros. it also grows like an oak up into the future, sinking its roots deeper into the past.
acorns are your moments of liberation.
but they become oak trees again. and you struggle again.

today i'm an acorn, tomorrow i'm a bat under the sun.
it's good to be in a body and to trudge through the swamps of san diego and the thoughts which sink in.

and also to float through those other thoughts - a bamboo canoe, a pirogue, lightly piercing the surface.


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the realization that you shouldn't ask a friend to build your home.


sound, like other things, is an environment to be traversed in different bodies, mental states, clothes. the contours must be caressed or punched through. and the openings must be torn open and ripped to shreds sometimes.
then there is new territory. a topography for some journeyers and a good trip.
and when you walk around you leave a trail of acorns. and other beautiful, venusflytrapesquethings. like all beauty, it can eat you up on the right day, with a rain drop or a sandstorm.

for somebody who wants to explore there are chemicals and strange forms to watch for. a lifestyle you build which involves consumption of products, entertainment, ideas, loves, et ceteras and et ceteras. a consuming mind which can eat itself in the madness of solitude.
There are sony commercials with colorful, dazzling bouncy balls and rainbow songs which spill out and disperse down hills like children trying to find imaginary playmates.

and then they move into your head. and you bounce off the walls.