psychological landscape and gardening

One can treat the mind as a psychological landscape in which trimming, traversing, replanting, pulling out, killing and planting seeds are necessities. Explore this landscape.

language and action

Learning another language and being aware of its change on your mentality. How it affects your action and your mood. If language defines us then changing the way we use language will change our selves.

i

there is an "i"
inside,
beside, and
alive
in me.

or wait-
in remembering, in memory, in immemorial
there is a me.

in some there is also an i.

sometimes i am everywhere.

on musical taste

There are those who have a taste for music that suddenly develops a taste for what was previously sour and unpleasant. Reasons for this change can be found in the experiences that this individual has when various songs by this new artists (these new artists - can we even call them artists?) play. These experiences, if they are exceedingly pleasant, can carry over into the music, giving one the feeling of that experience upon each listen. And so musical tastes transform.
Whether this is a good thing is hardly the point.
It happens to all of us. One's musical taste changes largely due to experiences occurring at the same time as the music enjoys its moment.

the Not Normal as normal. The law's hand in creating the normal. The space within law to transform the normal to develop normal anew.

Spitting humans

there was the woman who understood the crawling instincts in us all. so she would spit on herself before she left the house. Spit in her hand and rub it over her body like lotion. After a shower. Fresh spit on top of a fresh body.
I figured out the smell years later. But I always thought about her scent. It was hers alone. I never thought it was particularly good yet it pulled at me. Regardless of time or place, there was always that desire. It must have been the spit.
She would leave sex smeared on her body, she would masturbate and wipe her fingers across her neck gently. She knew what she was doing. She understood human before the rest of us. Her mind worked far forward, pulling from an animal past. It is beautiful to realize, our roots dug deep into a dirty mess of history's bodies. Stepping back now I can see the ideas spread across History, as a virus. With no real roots other than that instinct in a human. Instinct, which adapts, transforms, overcomes, covers, lies, moves...Instinct at the core of today. Covered up more than ever. Make-up covering instinct. But, she knew. She saw it all simply as I do now. So she got dirty. And desire. And became a human.

At this hour the halls burn nothing anyhow, so I can, if I want, creep around and see who's doin what, what's doin who, how's doin goin. The problem here is the hearing. Everybody can hear. Inside your room you've got the nice walls, so you can't hear the other rooms. But, you can hear the hall. And maybe they can't hear you from the hall, but in your room, yea, you can hear a lot. And sometimes I'll listen
more later