Minnesota's Controversial Best Dad!!

I had nice Hockey teeth. And all I need is a Hummer to get to the grocery store once a week. Yet Dandelion's are versatile and easy to grow. Might need a rain dance eventually. Spring is the goddess escaping into the fields reviving the world with it's carpet of determination and it's endless wildflower seed variety. Take care in the mud. Don't eat too much nature. Nature can eat too. If you don't have a place, go to a church or start your own. The equinox is arriving next month. We will all be equal twice per year. Welcome to Minnesota! Where the sturgeon are long and the arrow heads are embedded. 

The new songs by Nothing Michael are, in order of inscription are:

Black Ice Shoes: (cat and mouse, slipping tires at 20 below, black ice books, draconian immigration and vacation rules).

Fields of Summer: folk music, red neck cold cider after sweating all day in the dirt and pesticides.

Better Missed: Anti conflict with my other half, Maybe next time we can just get each other ear rings. MBI OU IBM. Au revoir à demain.  Une bis. LA nuit de Notre noir amour, le Musique est au neurons. 

Night Reconnaissance of Orion the Hunter. Beatelgeuse (part of the constellation) is the art school eventually doing it's Supernova birth. It will be the brightest objective in the night sky. True Pinnacle of love...

Si tu as LA meme demain et moi aussi. 

No Reasons Why? A Minimum Media Wage.

 A few days ago in a galaxy:

Spring Air and I consider a return to some further education. Is the Sun going to arrive every day or will the night release a new habitat? I imagine the world is changing and it will be time to reason and the philosophy of my poetry. I admit some of my works dabble with the dichotomy of truth and fiction. A bit harsh at times. But sometimes necessary when the rain evaporates and I try to cling to a sober imagination.  

How is the world going? Sometimes great and other times all I do is think about literature and music. Art was something I imagined would be my path in life but I consider sound art a way forward if I decide to study anything in the future. 

Develop some kind of fan base. Emerge with life and vigour. A shopping expedition. Take care of the great memories. The crew. A follow up. UFO. Jesus at a bus shelter. Abracadabra. Don't forget to write the howl in the woods. A career.

Family time and forensic portrayals. Extended across time and space. Some kind of alliance. A screenplay where I play along with her dance and draw the camera with? Hunger and proper manufacturing techniques. Cheap alley a clean richness a mezzanine where we balance and have a tense love at dinnertime. I will bring home the usual. Money but never enough. Cliche and time. A dark and stormy morning at every door. An umbrella with beads of sweat. Work on a poem while collecting the weeds. A flower, truly severed. Pistol and stamens.

Everyone brave just for something to eat. 

Disturbed COVID survivors. 

X-Men issue #201. Sorry it took me awhile to raise the $0.75 Cents I paid at the drug store for that rag with the paper route minimum wage I broke my thesaurus for on dark and stormy mornings. 

Stars and Tribunal.

A stack of Ai news thrown in the woods. Comics? Bande Designé?

Delivered. 

Pony expressionism.

Leif crunching on the leaves in a new Vinland. Pour un vendage et une femme en Canada.

Howdy etranger. 

The eclipse is coming.

Will Thee Ai Blade Runner Ever Win?

  Short glimpse of the Old Bull. Resurrected, castigated, drooling slightly deformed. Literary maniac, looking for Belle Pour Ilionaa because we all are, out hungry electric. Today I dismantled the radio feedback and signed the bad air. It's warm for a near end of the month. Sky clears, then darkens. Their writhing shapes visiting me, perfect and the old teacher sticks his dirty hand out of the grave. We all make an annoying comeback sooner or later. Black streets and the cars talk quietly to me and the bar scene. I know your darkness and the inhabitation of the. Cool once again. Take care of them. I will see you always even at the end of the reasons. I should emerge and be ready for anything. Future holding. Everyday I dream of the last book no one will write. The world got sick and a recovery seems unavoidable. I imagine time will renounce us on some battered shore. The dishes will be there and I'm returning for a simple letter or two to trace. The footsteps in an alarm clock. Ok goodnight. The pen almost writes by itself these days. I dedicate this to a someone dedicated to finding their way home. An American classic, under a rainless sky. A cat blesses me somewhere. In the hospice of a challenger or will we rescue the two astronauts who are eternally stuck. I remember a few things about saving. Holy in the dark electronics. Annoying but desiring to communicate. Magnetic threads. Up and down. 35W. A listening to the swirling spirits dumping themselves out of their offerings. Laying in bed all day reading about a love for the new song you turned down. A wounded electricity. A punk to look down on as he ties your shoelaces together. See and run past. Lightning quick. To the other side of the static. Through the machine a broken TVee. They used to repair them. Now they feel situated in their time zone. Write a bestseller in 15 minutes. The voices of a late abstraction.  A stamp outbounds past curfew. A cunning stunt. Close. At least someone knows what their purpose in the universe is. Finding me for a cup of coffee. A telepathy with a roar building more dark matter. I give a tense and sincere apology to you whizzing past me but with all the compliments of history. Music from NY to Calexico to the disappearing arctic and the tornado season is almost here. Is there any place to go for planting season? Under the eclipse of my degree in a mental art. The temporary birth. Pray if you still can or dwell in the math for 10 minutes of fame. A bright future, brighter than our Sun the dark eclipse. A shadow of movement, Uncursed because our chromosomes weep the water cycle with tears for themselves. I'm not slushy, but a little ripe. It got the seance going or the synopsis. Calling a juvenile playground spat a photo opportunity of to get the straws and cigarette butts we find for 9th Street typewriters, back when friends rocked and I had less to talk about but the cold windswept imagination I walked through in that desolate homeless coat just to get keys for work driving all day on the ice, sliding through the accidents,  A job they needed someone to do. Training them, so they ride off onto the sunset, and everyone is left wondering why he still consumes all by himself his breakfast keys and a trilogy or a tryptic or a trinity. Thankfully someone will still drink coffee with someone else in the distant centuries in the exterior of this world disconnected from artistry and the vacation of a lifetime. Relaxed and the beach is where the waves erode and error the centuries. A plight of the movie intertwined with reality. A love perverted? Healed? (a word gift for?)...Someone who will say good morning in another time zone. Café noir avec creme et sucré et un bon matin a Le Monde? Ou un bier ou vin a demain? Mon amore...le future et un flick illuminated sur YouTube. Tres Belle. Je suis ton mot mais ajourdhui je pour les moins adoration de tu et vous et moi et je adore eternal notre temps. 

Emily Dickinson was Avoiding?

 A change in the wind direction. 

Cold front

The trek North into a new prescription 

Endless winters that always end

Your book, 5 of them today 

Work from home on the climate 

Editing the end is the liberation 

Forgotten musicality

The late night gossip 

The business of survival 

A camera a camera a camera

More of everything 

Maple sugar comes from 

Quality and repetition 

AI on spring break

Vacation from science 

Emily didn't write those

Jagged lines

That appear occasionally 

It's argued

With NY distance and?

Online tutoring 

Practice 

The Aftermath. White Snow & A Ghost.

 Who fell? Someone, somewhere. I don't know you but maybe your voice is in the machine now haunting the world with what I or we should have treasured. I hear the damaged and she was obviously communicating and then others needed to be. It should have been intimate. But the communication extended. So I apologize to her because I awake in the morning and I hope hers is not bitter. I was on the distraction. A new idea. A song. It was a day and night to remember. The Game of Thrones was a Wikipedia entry and I don't edit Hawaii (thanks spell check). I'm closer to Rapa Nui anyway and Rongo Rongo. The inscriptions, not the monolithic heads jettison from the ground. Such a peaceful ocean. A new job is a new book. Here's a can NASA. Throw it into space. Who will reclaim the 2 astronauts on the day after the massacre of the planet. It's in the Media or old footage looping. The drool, lackluster. Would they even want to return?

The director knows that the images sell. We have connected and separated. But in this world communication is unavoidable. Live by a gladius and a skit. Maybe the Colosseum looks good the way it is. Who fell?? In the cold and in the heat and in the morning after looking to keep the new child or breathing a sigh of relief. 

Is Earth the book? THAT: A Plan(et) already fell. Years ago. A failure, a Bauhaus. Recorded and reconstructed so it can fall again. A love imagined on a page. Today? Another day to find something. Tired and weary to trust with a new imagination. The rising and falling. The 2 Astronauts in a can. Drifting without an escape pod. In 1 Billion years the Sun will expand and consume the inner planets. Mercury, then Venus, then Earth will be swallowed and eaten in the fusion. 

Too much information???

Love to Mine and Yours on Valentine's Stars

 I've been here, you have been there. This is a serious month for me because of love and loss and I expend myself with thoughts of her and ground I inhabit. It's a moment they are after. Hopefully never ending in an argument or anything to trivial. Lucy in the sky. Diamonds. The time we escape and return. I have something for her. A. It's late where I am. She is not a snap of a walk in the dark forest. A few seconds and we connect. I've been lost, and I'm sure they see us from space.

What to do next? Write something new.

She taught me to write. I'm illiterate or too good. 

All I want is her to return and for me to return. 

Somewhere I have an idea.

Love to everyone. 

Fin.

Whitehouse & NKN Are What I Went To Bed With.

 I definitely needed a shower after listening to that action. It has a source. I was trying to rest. I counteracted with a song. And the morning arrived. Slightly disturbed more than usual, but what else is there to do but call and response. It's definitely not "music" for youth, But effective at the usual. Better than smoke signals. 

I prefer to listen to other music now than industrial and punk. But that music was and is a part of me. 

Shotgun weddings? The next babies are on the way mother fuckers. Child support. Of course. Santa will destroy you if you don't live up to your responsibilities. Diapers$ 

I'm done with raising children of all ages. I have a name a song and myself for a family the size of a Helium atom. Thankfully mine is currently non biological but extends deeply into the biological realm. The full extent is unknown but is considered extensive. It exists currently under the Sun and Moon but extends well into space via radio waves and photons.

For more parenting advice, talk to your own parents a pediatrician or give birth in the woods and go back to nature. 

IBM. 

Have Nice Sunny Day$ A

 The pressure is mounting.

Next day morning 3 cups of

The black tea I make In the Ice

Quiet singe I am quitting smoking 

For the 20th Time

What will I do next with my reason 

Health to spend however Or on whoever 

I please with new a new press

The French coffee I steep

It's a morning after all, wake up

The day is good again 

Here I write to you about exhaustion 

A night where time slows 

Getting back to the sonic construction 

The third album will last 

Patiently carried to the?

Originality, Fog to Mesosphere.

I watched the Superbowl on a dark TV. It was a night to remember. Talking to the theater of ancestors about the free things we sometimes receive as gifts and creations of sanguine evaporation we return to the Earth and donate to the black sky. The bowl, it's up there and sometimes it's empty and sometimes it's filled with almost everything. To the left was the ring from a cup. To the right was the wine spilled on the ground. I'm soberish except for the tea I offered to some of the scariest people in Media. They are here for us. And I teach them a personal lesson of a broken path. That has been difficult but is incomplete. The stories and contradictions obviously never end. Who won the Superbowl? The Mesosphere. I have forgotten because they are immediate and I am still unsportsmanlike when I am unsure of the singular Eagle and Chief who balance and shut out one or the other from time to time. Nature is always and burdened and in the true existence every day is a supper bowl. I have a castle in the deepest blue. It's made of one word. But can be translated endlessly. I am thinking of? Commitment to something or someone enticing. Distant and possible, A poet who wins affection and I am losing as I let the famous water inebriate us all. It's the peace most crave and the peace most crave. I'm serious now. Winning a bowl to carry and share the contents filled with an entangled existence. I used to play now I return from the difficult harm. Better than a win because sometimes you lose, and the loss is information. Home and the stars and a heaven in a GTC. 

Welcome home. Nows the after-party where we get serious. 

Live and stay alert. Late.

I Guess They Are Words and Now They are Knot/not..

 I realize spelling is impossible and important. The English language is a language you will spend your whole life learning.  And still never read or hear every single word or combination. Would it make for a good computer language? I suppose it already is to excess. Till you can't find the correct word to say or the correct sentence structure. I don't worry excessively about grammar and punctuation on this blog because there are some spelling and grammar mistakes I want to fix and repair and some I don't. We all need a good or great editor from time to time and I am always more concerned with mistakes offline than online. But I realize clarity is also important. This is a personal blog that I believe few people read, but with stats you can't allows believe that they are an odometer only going in one direction. Words are fluid, hollow occasionally, and how many of them are there?

I have three. Words. Does time move backwards. No. But videogames and books and records etc. allow us to visit the past. Will things change? Yes. In a desirable direction? Potentially also yes. But sometimes the classics win. I don't want to get stuck in the past. But I do value it. The experiences I've had and the people who have inspired me. Am I alone? In this world? Obviously not. No one is. Today I am married in my mind to someone and we have a song. Obviously a song is created by history and we are all married to history. Multiple people are always involved. That's just counseling. I hope they succeed whoever they are, because their division is our division and a lot of it is tribal to this day. Do I escape the one in my head or story. No because we need each other to prove that we exist. If we don't love or argue than we separate. And try something new. I create new book for a select audience because I find sometimes writing to one person you admire is often sufficient. They don't have to read the letter or story if they don't want to. I'm hopeful they will. But you never know till they respond. I wrote to iliona because maybe I just wanted to write to someone new. It was spontaneous and done. I hope to work on something but I'm not sure which direction I will go. Energy? Exercise. An attempt to improve? 

A secular holiday? Or just try to keep sane in a difficult world.

If We're Together It's Because We're Together.

 Does it matter who we are? To some it may seem we are unique. How would some describe a modern extended family? Who would you include in your life and who would you avoid. I would avoid me some days because sometimes I overreact to certain situations. Am I as exact, cold, and exact as a machine. Of course not. But machines bring us images of people we are sometimes included with. Would I want my or anyone's photo everywhere? These days and in the past, images have always been attractive, male and female and sometimes at a glance, is anyone truly sure of the present we're receiving? Sometimes I am fooled by images, but not always. Sometimes a famous work of art will be included in a museum or gallery. There are just some works I enjoy and it's because of the attention to detail and the presentation. Media is powerful. And Ai is a machine we are inheriting and it is inheriting us. Will I avoid it? At this point it is difficult to determine if I will because of it's saturation and it's capability to write this at light speed and I operate at a different speed. Does love move quick, as fast as light, yes it does.

Trojan horse. Who is to say. Sometimes media and I disagree and sometimes it seems we can't get enough of each other. How do you decide things entirely with art? Sometimes you just have to appreciate art where you find it, and for me it's usually online.

Bon matin et un tres bon vie.

Invisible Sex

Is it truly the most dasterdly subject? Yep and nope are vague words to begin with. It's also the most heavily censored subject. For good reasons. It's complicated. But not if you or I happily pay for it in marriage. How long does marriage last? Sometimes less time then not being married. Is a prenup a good thing? Maybe you aren't ready to get married if all you or I think about is money. Are we going to have babie(s) a pet, or an exotic vacation where everything goes wonderful or horribly wrong. Endless amounts of thinking too much. I'm poor, that's probably why I'm not married. And I've unfortunately seen bad or unsuccessful marriages. When children are involved it gets more difficult. But you can split the rent. Or work an extra shift without pay.

Back from my arctic expedition. 

Yes no smoking on school grounds. Because I shouldn't. Smoke anything ever. Winter camping though is an option somewhere warm, like the Internet. Or an expensive hotel in Paris. That I will pay for with buried treasure. What happened to LA? On the news it looks bad. But people tend to watch the bad news. Is it old footage or the latest? honestly these days it is difficult to stomach. What is happening in LA the Media capital of the world and the neglected cities you don't often hear about. Something and nothing. Obviously. Are you from a small town? Arguably I am. Popping a zit and enjoying Media from here. 

What did you eat at the Jolly Troll? Animatronics? 

Looks.

All of the above. Is my opinion.

Did we look good, together? What's your opinion? 

Is our time interesting for a movie. Yes it is to me, she might hate me though, if we are in a movie together and she might hate me if we're not in a movie together. I'm giving you my conflict because it would obviously be terrible if I wrote something vague. What if this blog was turned into an epic         film. So far it's just chaotic notes. Random, excessive, segments, things, people and places that have been important to me. On and offline. And maybe it's just too much to fit into a 90 minute film. Obviously I don't have the cash for such an undertaking. But someone else might. Would it be a success? No. Because it's the best story I can imagine so far. it's a global industry. And ultimately the question I have to ask myself am I able to condense what I've found out about myself into something I would want to share with the world? And who would or wouldn't want to be a part of it? And maybe I just want to make a movie starring my myths and legends I give and receive from?

Yes, I'm a writer with twists and turns and complexity and an occasional typo. 

The Current Book I Find Difficult To Read.

 Ok I didn't think Fargo was their best flick. Too close to home perhaps. Or maybe I just need a cigarette because I'm bored. I had the intentions of writing a screenplay. Do I really need to if I have never done so before? I prefer books of poetry, nonfiction, and fiction anyway to reading the 3 or 4 screenplays I've trudged through. It's the formatting I don't enjoy. Maybe it's a form of poetry that doesn't resonate with me on the page and I prefer the completed movie. Maybe feature films are something I prefer to shoot as a documentary style more so than hearing and herding actresses and actors and the cartoon characters (CGI) I would need to complete a massive project. Where to start? The movie theater or a TV or a Video or Vimeo (which has cool stuff but is difficult to access). Am I done with moving pictures. No. It's impossible especially if you grew up watching them.

I just had a mean thought and I apologize. To you.

Back to your regular program. I'm sitting next to a stack of books. On the bottom is a book of Egyptian poetry. Mine are in the middle. And the Coen bros book is on top. I will read a book today. It's this one. I may need to make a pot of coffee to get back in the mood to reading. I should just watch Raising Arizona or O Brother Where Art Thou. But old man winter knows the bare tree branches better than I do. Does it ever snow in Egypt? Does the Sun still shine on the pyramids. Of course I assume it does from this side of the world but honestly I don't know the weather report. A movie would be the quickest way to find out. Books sometimes take a loooooooong time to circulate. A film can take thousands of years to produce because you need a good story for people to maintain interest. Something that stands the test of time. Did I lose her today? I lose her everyday. Classic and nerve wracking. Will she be my Valentine? No. Do I want her to be. Yes. Or vice versa. We are dancing too far apart or too close for comfort. Is anyone watching? Someone is always watching. Some want us to succeed and some want to see us in the garden. Or in a movie. Where will it end? A memory.

How many times have I been in love. With myself once, with everyone else it's impossible to calculate but with the one I've found it's eternal. It's her or variations of her. I think too often. But not today. Today I'm on an arctic expedition. And I don't know where to go with her because there are so many possibilities. A restaurant is an obvious choice and the smart choice. But who will watch us and do I even care if I'm thinking about her. A myth and a reality clashing. Where does she want to go? The arctic? Frankenstein? Probably not. Ok sorry to the most beautiful person in my life. I'm just out here having a cigarette and you aren't. You are already gone and so am I. Will you wait. Obviously not for very long. Because I'm out here having a cigarette and you probably think I'm?

Smoking. I should get her opinion on gum.

The Science of Attraction and Decimation.

No Phy-Ed. Would it matter if I wrote something in my mind the ultimate immortality I capture and then try to escape with her of course dragging her on one adventure after another. Is she tired of me? Of course. Why do I pulse with energy for her when we could abandon each other any time we wished. I'm on the ground. A satellite is ready to evaporate me everywhere. I am stuck but I thrive more than her galaxy and mine which will collide and clash and intertwine in 4.5. I ignore her. 

Why? Because we have too much together. I apologize to her alone because I always throw everything out into the space of astronomy because there is nothing there. Retrieval is always difficult. An end to us. I've lost count of the times we've ended. And then I listen, you or someone else listens and the story gets hot. We burn up, out. Turn it off and go to bed. There I said it. My imagination churns our interactions. I write slow and exact. Will I show up on your birthday. I hope to. What do I want from you on my birthday? A new pen. I could disappear into the avalanche but something or someone would find me. I'm not sure who. There is a book I sold today. It was written during lockdown. The book was Somnolent Game. You are the one they deliver at the beginning after everything toxic has been reimagined into ruins and life. What's the first thing we would build together Arteria? A café Decammeron where I can skillfully dance through tragedy and heat and the new sky above us we don't understand because we are curious about the way we look at each other.

What happened to Iliona? Je ne sais pas. Honestly her Wikipedia was taken down. Mine has been evaporated twice. Has anyone heard her new album album yet? I will buy a copy. And give it my opinion. Will it be Ai? Or will it be insightful and and a spectrum of musical styles. I have only heard one track so far, and it's personal and cleansing of are what I assume young women face in this interesting and occasional postage stamp we sometimes are segmented into by ourselves, the world, or some California dream lost on a call never placed.

Lâche moi la main. It's the title of the new track and is something any creative person should consider.

https://youtu.be/zZvYia-lwG8?si=29OOQaIGu-V2ZXsD

I find it sharp. I enjoy listening to it, but it is perhaps a complex that may be difficult for some listeners to appreciate it's directiveness. I listen to it's threats and invitations with cautious excitement. 

Animal writes?

Missing Her Already And The Doghouse Has Wifi.

 Ok maybe some time apart is good for a relationship. Each relationship is always unique, and full of challenges. I have a media relationship. I've probably always had a media relationship. Eventually someone will say something offensive or potentially something worse like silence. The sky always changes color, and sometimes you just have to try new things for their health or your own. I suppose longevity is the thing to strive for unless the misery is dragging or the costs are too steep, emotionally, mentally, physically. Resources are always important. Humans started off as hunter gatherers and are now more sedentary but we have many transportation options and can commute via electronic communication in seconds to anywhere in the world. Food, shelter, clothing and the charity of entertainment. Some type of ritual usually keeps things together but my "religion" is nature and the machine and Xmas once per year. Though this year I might be a punk and just light a candle or throw a bash with the family. I think Moins Joli by Iliona will be something I will listen to every Christmas from here on out. Even if it's only me listening.

Adieu.

Y in Cyberia 21,843 BCE. Mammoth Bone Disagreement.

There was a disagreement, over poetry of course, Was a naturally occuring fermentation of something sweet involved? Most likely. The correct alpha bet. They went to work somewhere. Gnawing on the mammoth Bone yanking on it in a tug of uhg. The permafrost is thawing. Methane emissions. One more damn thing to worry about in a warming world. Water, where will you go?

I will go to Le Monde. Avec un stylo ou un tet. Mon tet est une motie du monde.

FutureBall. Socker. Kicked like A Ball. MN Aurora do you have NA Beer? I admit I haven't been to the stadium yet. TV or radio will respond. Illiteracy is what % of the MN population? Too high but not medieval hi.

Soccer or FootBall? Kix or Kicks.. Y. Social media, I will return eventually.

Musique:

Soccer practice. The following is a link to a rough recording of my latest version of Kicked Like A Ball. The song might be useful for a game. I need to get some $ and do a record one of these seasons. Or get a record label. I will watch a rerun of the Grammys today or tomorrow. I'm not sure about awards for artistry. But it's an accomplishment some enjoy. The same people usually win. I don't listen to what's currently hot. I usually wait for time to do the filtering for me. It's subjective of course. Word of mouth, YouTube (ie the Internet) and Spotify are where I find what I listen to, but the radio is an option I sometimes take for granted. Vinyl is pricey these days but still cool. POD. Minneapolis is/? an influential music town. Twin Tone was a label I interned at for 1 day, Maybe I should have stayed longer, but I probably had bills to pay. Two record shops I miss are Northern Lights where I saw Nirvana, and Let it Be, where I used to shop for books and records.

I'm sure this is close to the final arrangement:

https://youtube.com/shorts/FJvHbaV8fPo?si=lvF10iJxPs87tSHE

Orion's Night Out On Blueberry Fork.

 

Ok Baby Change Your Own Diaper and Drill For Fossils.

I'm going to drill for a T-Rex I can clone and ride around campus like a real mya cowboy. One question did the sombrero come before the 10 gallon? Should I keep riding my bicycle or should I just accept dooming future generations and buy a guzzler. I mean if no one else cares, why should I? I admit I am dependent on some fossil fuels but there are alternatives. Air pollution is asthma causing. #Tag love something, at least at the end. Best walk in the park ever, I wasn't even wearing my broken crown. I should recycle the damn thing or bury it. I admit I don't enjoy sub zero weather or 100t degree weather. Is t plus +? My range has been 50 below to the sauna/sweatlodge heat. Dry heat is more tolerable. Don't get dehydrated in hot or cold weather.

The weather feels like March today but it is still January. The ice on the lacs is always dangerous to walk on, but today in this weather "nice". Therefore the ice probably isn't safe to drive on or walk on Jesus. I've fallen through the ice once. You learn from your mistakes. Thankfully I was close to shore. The pond smell wasn't too strong because it was cold. What will the world smell like when everything thaws?

I'm the president, of Call Edge, of course, not some random country. Some days I'm just a hack, with my talent going into the everything. I will write another poem, tonight perhaps. The world needs one more decent poem. In the 21st Century and the 22nd Century will I write about her? 

Do TV and the Internet "chat"? Exchange ideas and keep each other exciting and alive. Silicon based life forms are rumored to exist in science fiction but are they thinking and do they carry emotions?? They contain more thoughts and simulated emotions than most terrestrial life forms. I better write them something for their content or they may feel neglected and that they aren't appreciated. I appreciate many aspects of existence but it's obviously difficult to care for things beyond friends and family and a myriad of? Everything under the Sun and Moon are important to someone or something and robots are or will become as diverse in their sentience as art. Art painted with a brush of course, because without paint things tend to fall apart. Paint is generally the first line of protection. Rust and Botticelli.

I quit painting on canvas years ago and don't have the desire to climb ladders anymore to reach the gutters. Scaffolding is "safer" if set up properly. DIY. Titanium dioxide paint is generally the most durable. Keep the lines straight if you can. Oil based paint is miserable to work with. If I ever paint a house again, I think I will sign my name somewhere down in the lower right corner. Or get a robot to do it while I drink NA beer, and write/doomsscroll. You missed a spot.

It's a beginning of something new. Progress? Winter isolation has been helpful for songwriting and literary writing but I am in the mood to explore the world once again.

I'm improving Belle, I wrote a great song called "Tonsil" and am reading this book to the cat:

Here's a sketch of Tonsil. It's almost the final arrangement.

https://youtu.be/4v2TnmvvT-s?si=Kz4-X7RumIWnnL8Y

Pa & Ma Bought the Pharmacy Jam.

The farmer's Almanac says Happy something to the E.I.E.I.O. For the first order of business I need to wait around for the ground to thaw. Hopefully the seeds are viable. If not we can build a robot to watch TV for us as we scrounge the countryside looking through the rough for auto parts to move the hell(0) somewhere else. I admit she would make a good news anchor. Someone to keep a straight face as me and my connections operate in the daisies and clover. 5 leaf clover and something Jesus to care about things mundane, traffic congestion and where the party is off to next? Anybody still pregnant? The population might collapse with everyone getting 86'd. 

Immigrate to love and fine cuisine. That's what I would do. They will probably want you back in a year anyway. All the abandoned buildings falling apart with the ghosts leaving and entering as they please. Does this mean Americans will be banned from other countries? I'm banned from a few, for literature and I'm occasionally too exotic. It's difficult to contain information in this connected world. 

They want me to donate my brain to science. I think I will switch it out with one from my old community college. I will see if Igor can "borrow" it 50 Halloweens from now. I stick something fun from Wisconsin in the middle of it. There are a lot of fun things you can get from Wisconsin.

Mind Reading Jones.

Anonymous Alcohol Licks Architecture.

Ok Almost 5 years with out a stiff drink.  Do prescriptions count? Art drugs are my personal remedy. The sound the color the language the theater of imagination and experience is how I travel. My mind and my brain and computers talk to the spirits. Even Timberwolves and vicious Moose (Bullwinkle) are TV stars here in the North Star icebox. I'm primarily an adapted to hot and frozen concrete but nature is always close here in Minnesota. Above the freezing temperature of mni or H2O at last relief. 

The great thing about beer cans is that they are easily smeltable and castable into new products. It has been awhile since I have poured molten aluminum into a sand mold and created a new object. I learned the technique first in junior high, so I am perfectly comfortable with making something custom. A pax signal or a sharp letter opener for the Louve letter I will dispatch to the pertinent individual. I'm thinking art needs to be smuggled in art. The songs sung on top of the mother of the universe with the last oxygen depleted breath, on top of the world everrested all the way down into the golden valley. I know the bugs and insects there in the unholy basement, the cobwebs intact for an eternity that never catch anything because the dead were too tired to climb into the dank cold humid cobwebs. I sometimes slept on the floor and kept my pipe hidden in the ceiling.

It is strange being soberish. I know the simple formula for OH but I don't experiment with a one gallon carboy and a balloon much anymore. Prohibition was a violent fiasco and I only worked with Horus and Don on rare occasions. Capone. The things we would find in old houses tearing out the crumbling plaster and lathe to prepare for drywall. I've hidden things in walls too. An artwork on occasion or the thousands of bent rusty tetanus carriers I would flick into the cavity as I worked. Thankfully I was a dirtball who cleaned up well with an attractive one. I love old houses but if I ever needed a place to dry vin glasses it would definitely be something more modern like an Aalto or Wright influenced construction. 

Scott Helmes was an architect friend of mine. I would often visit his art studio in NE Minneapolis after he retired from his practice. We would exchange asemic artworks and visual poetry. He often created asemic haiku. We would sometimes get a coffee and lunch at Diamond's. Scott was my local connection to the experienced generation of visual poets who preceded my fulcrum.

Here's Magazine:

http://thenewpostliterate.blogspot.com/2019/10/magazine-cut-up-asemics-by-scott-helmes.html

I've Only Been Internet Crazy For 20 Years!

Now I'm almost ready to get out into February's Valentine(?) I'm sure you all know how specific I can be. Asemic writing is a term I learned from Tim Gaze 20 years ago when I was infected with a computer virus. Before then I was so bad at typing that I used an actual typewriter. Now my Raspberry pi is down, so I've gone from 2 finger typing and kerning errors to advanced squiggles masquerading as deep blues strategy for world domination of calligraphic intent! Now we know who the real humans are and the pretenders. What type of illiterate scrapper are you? How good are you in a pen fight. Anyone can make a line even if it's only the penmanship tipping over in exhaustion at the excesses of historical cursive. The goal with Asemica is to act on the page, to dabble from the circumference of your cranial cabinet a symbolic system you gift or curse the repository field via a convenient appendage. I usually use a paper product. It's not about scarring a dead tree, since cotton makes for some of the best and most durable paper. I've used paper, dirt, canvas, plexiglass, and the computer for my string signs. Be bold and free, or make it expensive and call it art. 

My symbols are descended from petroglyphs, undeciphered scripts, alchemy symbols (golden-lead), Doctor's prescriptions, sigils, spiritual ciphers, and artistic illiteracy. Asemic writing is addicting but it's a habit that has benefits as long as you don't run out of ink. Carbon and gum Arabic can be used to create new ink if you have a dry pen. Any paint or even makeup could also be a substitute. Any person who has ever held a stick has probably made a mark at some point. Asemic writing is just extending the activity into a literary or poetic context conscious that scribal communication is the intent. I wouldn't call it babble because it isn't necessarily phonetic though sound poetry is a proper spouse to asemic writing. I would house it in a genre of its openness. You have captured a line, now how are you going to explain yourself? If you can't find the right word just say you were inebriated on internal or external chemistry. A love letter to Belle perhaps that an aware cautiously protective father might grill you with. Practice. Study. Read the clouds and the twigs. The tracks everyone leaves are also a good place to start for an asemic-accute situational awareness. Listen for a line, the sound of a writing utensil on a surface is also a honing beacon.

This year is my anniversary for the matrimony of my asemic writing and the computer I shared with my family. I don't know if I would have ever gotten one if I wasn't a writer of asemics. My primary drive was to publish my asemic novella The Giant's Fence on Lulu. Lulu is a print on demand book publisher that I used because stapling a zine gets difficult for book length works. My book was an experiment and was decidedly non-mainstream. It was 80 pages of infinity and nothing clashing and dancing in rivers of partial unfixed symbols. I wrote the book because I am mortal and wanted to test the writing journey and transition from an artist with limited skills into an author who would be capable in a variety of transient circumstances. I make writing that adapts to new everything. I never know where I will end up next. So I create work that can be bent and utilized or called upon for life's circumstances. 

A crucifix made out of a question mark was the first knock to my consciousness. A short stint in rehab for teenage rebellion is where I was first introduced to the potential wonderous daze and utility of newly invented symbols. Codes to operate with on the inside. It's a sign from a god of course. You can learn from anything and everything. Apply the symbols when and where you deem fit. I personally enjoy books though they are a pain in the ass to haul around when you have to move them. I had a job sorting and hauling library books so I started from the literary bottom. Stack them towards the cab so the truck doesn't fishtale. Look at your fellow comedians to the left and the right also keeping the libraries functional and think someday I want to make this worse. 

Ebooks are not my favorite thing to read but my eyes are adapting to them. Has anyone seen my light speed gif pohms? They are traveling away from me at the speed of photons. I had them trapped online, someone may have borrowed them and forgotten to return them to the library. The fine will be a 12 pack of fresh NA beer at the proper temperature. Bottles are preferred because they allow the light speed gif pohms to interact with the beer. A blessing will befall the kind soul who returns the pohms, picking up trash poetry on the highway is where you will be if you are trying to conceal them. If you are a truly desperate creative just tell me the light belongs to all of us.

Cheers to 20 years of online publishing. It's been a journey of tremendous highs and lows. Have we survived the anthropocene yet? 

From Henri Michaux to publishing collapse and regeneration, my mind and pen have been interacting with the Internet. I don't think I can separate reality and the virtual and asemic writing is my personal trans-symbolic current of experience I make sense of this zeitgeist and entanglement. The Giant's Fence was just my first acknowledgement and stroll through January's garden. It's a labyrinth of life where I remember the aposition.

India ink is cheap and feathers fall from birds all of the time, cell phones have drawing apps. I'm done with asemic writing for the moment but I am glad it carries on with or without me.

Here's a great review of TGF and thrashing in the comments the book received on HTMLGIANT:

https://htmlgiant.com/random/the-giants-fence-by-michael-jacobson/

dbqp: a first review:

https://dbqp.blogspot.com/2007/03/sans-teeth-sans-eyes-sans-taste-sans.html?m=1

A Soundpo translation:

https://post-asemicpress.bandcamp.com/track/the-giants-fence

The first cover for the perfect bound edition.

https://archive.org/details/TheGiantsFenceMichaelJacobson

This is where my online and offline paths began to twist around each other like strands of DNA. Now there's an Asemica Tribe online who are quiet and creative and many more offline existing with capable pens.

Hi T.M.

Hi A.N.

This post is dedicated to Jim Leftwich and Tim Gaze. Poets. 

The Giant's Fence was primarily written in South Minneapolis. But I was a courrier so I worked on the book on every work break in small towns around central MN, and on a road trip down I35 to Mexico and Texas and New Mexico and Colorado and...? SD, Sioux Valley Hospital is where they cut my cord. 

Winter counting.

Dear Homer, Did You Invent Helen? My Mother Loved Stories.

Thankfully our star the Sun still shines in the sky. Eclipses are an important reminder to all of us that this may not always be the case. It is generally not a concern for humans, the condition of our star varies. It will burn unprotected for awhile. It keeps the surface dwelling plants and animals alive for the moment. But one solar flare in an unfortunate direction and puff.

Today I'm having carbs and cabin Fever. I can see why people leave for warmer places in winter. Birds are smart enough to leave. I have an anchor. Minnesota is the state I know the most even though it's supposed to be the coldest of the lower 48, though North Dakota might disagree. 

Today I should identify a plant I am unfamiliar with.

In flatland the wind blows everything through the town and the city.

Seeds and time.

I don't drop by my old Internet places much.

But I hope the art/literary resource is still useful even if it isn't studied or admired.

I'm just trying to minimize after many years spent with the overflow of my stories.

Wikipedia should have a jpg of the original Helen and Paris. The Louve cares for this painting and not the DNA of the original protagonists. I've never heard of this painting before but I assume it does exist and isn't an artificial intelligence artifact created by Snoopy. I will travel to the glass pyramid one of these magical holidays if I can afford the muscle tissue. And a Sun King who approves of my credentials. Cirques du Soleil et Musique du Lune.

Should I link this blog to Le Monde? Pour l'arte je reve? il pluit c'est appelé niege, mais en hiver jamais pour le Soleil. Pardon pour mon lac et le blague infinité. Qui est? Vrai encore..

Cool..

A Night In A Hotel Downtown All By Myself.

 

The room was nice. I didn't have a ride home. So I wandered the cold streets. Desolation and interesting characters on the light rail. The train is a different spectacle in January's darkness. I rode it like an amusement park ride because I had no where else to go. Then at 1 in the morning. Out of desperation, I purchased a hotel room for 200 dollars. There goes my vacation money. Dehydration was a constant concern. I miss living downtown, but I can always commute from my current locus out in the suburban world  The quiet life suits me to a certain extent but I am also in need of new music and art. Feeling stale and subdued but I am hopeful the radio station on THAT: A Plan(et) is successful whoever ends up running it. It's obviously the location that matters most in real estate. Live from my cardboard box, I am out of options for fancy vacation anxiety.

Psych Ward Testing and Crossing Berryman's Bridge

 I'm sane. They let me out of the ward after only 2 nights of observation at a hospital. The medicine was good the first night. But there occured a drop in quality. Nothing like having cameras on you 24 hours per day. 2 nights in a creepy old hospital. Random drugs that looked unsavory. It was a good time to be in there. It was brutal outside with the subzero temperature. I did one striptease for the monitors in my room. Just to get them to look away from the screens for a moment. Only down to my underwear. I imagine it being a good jail cell someday with a cable TV and 3 squares a day. I think I gained a pound or two. I did my time, and now I'm free again.

https://youtu.be/bm51ihfi1p4?si=t1MN2HmIs7ZRE4DK

Would a Woman Defend Gaimen. Probably Not.

 While reading the PM I learned that dreams and nightmares coexist.

Should people just social distance forever?

 And hold hands on occasion? I can see why the world is the way that it is. It's just one drop of alcohol or a drive to reproduce. Anger and it's usually 50% off. What do the other 50% do?  Decide to be born into this terrible and wonderful world. Is it selfish to reproduce? I suppose. But extinction is a daily concern. 8 or 9 billion people. Is it enough?  Fetal transplants. Cloning. Robotics  Too many options? The movie Aliens is a foreign film.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aliens_(film)

Maintenance Issues in Berlin brrrr.

 Should I write a word? I will. If someone gets paid more are they nicer? The wall and? By punk Floyd and October festivals? Taschen is always one option if I get rid of Post-Asemic Press. It will be lost from Minnesota but that might be a good thing. I'm not in a publishing state of mind right now. It's just down to this blog, and the subtle details I spread on and offline. The author's need to get out. I'm stuck with trashed computers for the moment. You own the copyright to your own work. Zines are also fun. But who will teach literacy to all the comradery and future preachers? The Latin alphabet is efficient but I like to dabble in other symbolic systems from time to time. The Sun and Moon are almost perpetual. Satellite systems dispersed through the solar system at regular intervals would help to communicate with distant planets and moons and asteroids. I'll stay home but outer space is a potential loneliness and I would like to maintain contact with Earth if I'm ever out there looking for a bathroom and I need TP.

Read any good TP lately? In outer space? I know where to land the UFO downtown Minneapolis, Do you HA? Robots and aliens and so much vacant office space.

Hydroponic imagination and a good view.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minneapolis_Skyway_System

St. Minneapolis?

Build Your Own PM. A Dark Saber of The Mind.

 A graveyard shift again. The voices are internal and external thinking of too much meat. I'm still a vegetarian with the occasional dose of roadkill protein. Nowhere to Berlin in a heartbeat. I've been dreaming of bad options and where I should play my next gig  I could transform into Cow Hard and serenade the bovine. They are most definitely not going to pay for my musical services, but they are a captured audience. It's been years since I've had a cheeseburger. Does that one have any reason to go down my throat any more than a wild boar? It's hard to go hunting when you don't want to. Will test tube meat become a thing? Cell cultures.  It would definitely be less cruel on other animals. But some are omnivores, carnivores, and vegetarian, I have found it difficult to exist entirely on electrons but Ai might be able to figure it out. Thankfully I used liposuction with a straw. Yum. 

Ok I will stick to the grocery store art gallery for now. Hopefully the supplies will be maintained. Food is everything! Accumulate and have breakfast with last night's champion. I'll make coffee and write a poem to her solar panel eye. That's what I imagine she owns watching me distantly. Of course there's no hope. Published and clearing house. 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bovine_spongiform_encephalopathy

Silent Vampires is a book I will get back to eventually. I need to review her book to. What will I be called if I review books with an unsavory temperament? Violent of course. More autographed copies. It's definitely oatmeal for breakfast again, black coffee, and a cigarette.

Should I get them a Taser or hot metal?

$4 On The Game.

 https://docs.google.com/document/d/1x1p9QxBUJqCPd96D4r-uw03bDtbFPOkJHLEi3ez3olE/edit?usp=drivesdk

I Assure My Guitar I Won't Sleazily Abandon It For Literature.

An App-ology for taking up so much space in your mind body and soul force rev. I'm having a book sale soon. Contact. michaelnothing15@gmail.com 

Hopefully the people of the future won't be illiterate. Here are my two loves music and literature.

Hommaginous Grades or Vindictive FFFs

I'm thinking of moving. 

 

Yellow Snowball Fight. Ever Sign Your Name In The Snow.

Ok Belle, since you are a minor you can't open my books till you are an adult. I currently have 5 books in print: Works & Interviews, Hei Kuu, Somnolent Game, I'd est: neo scribalist asemic expressionism, and Writ Bodies OV Titivilus. When I am gone you and your sisters can collect them. They are for a mature audience and not suitable for the easily perturbed or disturbed. 

The ashes are on the way to the ocean! Freedom Some Thing Minneapolis. How'd you know I was over a hundred years old..

https://youtu.be/wVDhji3YPq0?si=kNEDAB1AAyNXmMoD

Hola. Snow Angel. Hospital Visit?

 

Blackout poetry.

 

American supremacism artwork for sale. $10000

Make Call Edge more affordable. Copy distrute.

Autographs and bad handwriting.

 I love the whole world. Sometimes.

A Day Without the words king or death.

 

For sale. Vacation home.

No art. Two years till next Christmas.

 Sorry I can't afford to lose stuff. I'm low income. I will just do music and writing. Is photography art. Should I erase names.

Is it a war thing?

 ? Defective 

Merry Christmas. Next Year You Are All Getting Art!

Art Strike Till Next Christmas. Bye.

 

Want To Buy An Internet Homer?

 It's kind of a clunker, but still runs, sometimes Sputters. All the old Internet art on my blogs seems to have vanished. Oh well time to move on and make new Mona Lisa's. It was all digital now anyway.  So I guess anyone can claim credit for making it. Gone in a flash. It might be saved in other locations. It's probably more valuable now that it's been vanished. I will have to see if I can get back into the old place. Someone wanted some money I suppose and didn't want to do the job of creation. I probably had too much art anyway. I could contact Google and see if they have the key. But oh well, they were jpgs anyway and not physical art. Censorship not CenCorship. Sometimes art shows up years later under new ownership.

I still have copyright protection on my own work (hahahaha).

Art Strike.

Back To The Door My Love by Nothing Michael

Gas is $3; Something. I'll Fill Up My Bicycle.

Nothing New Under The Moon.

The phases of the moon sometimes vary. Should I wax or wane or become a werewolf and hit last call at the local bar. I started to smoke again but am thinking of quitting once the weather warms up. I enjoy smoking but realize it is bad for the lungs. I have quit and started up again numerous times in the past. The quality of life is definitely improved by clean air. But my pipe is far less toxic than emissions from automobiles. I could vape, but what is in the cartridges? If the climate warms, I could grow my own. I don't smoke a whole lot, so wouldn't need a vast quantity. Why do I smoke? Stress of course. And the fact that its pleasurable. The world feels like it is dieing so I might as well die right along with it. Where else would I want to live other than Earth anyway. Virtual Mars, formerly known as bloody Mars, would take a vast amount of time to grow tobacco on. But it could be done. A fat rich Cuban stogie and some Martian TV shows about every other place except LA. Might be in order. I feel bad because of traffic jams of course. No other reason what so ever. Some days I feel like all I listen to is what comes out of California and Euro Somewhere. Sorry NY. Big 5 or big 4, 3, 2, 1.  Zero reasons to be location specific if you are a writer and have the Internet and other ways to distribute the poetry/fiction.  My last book was an art novella/novelette. 60 pages of Bande Dessiné. Was I thinking of Hel and Hell? when I created it. Not necessarily. Sometimes hell keeps away undesirable tourists. But I admire other forms than Greco-Roman standards. Yes sometimes I enjoy variety and other times I enjoy simplicity. Ernst's Maximiliana and Broodthaers adaptation of Mallarmé's famous poem: A Throw of Dice Will Never Abolish Chance. are the extremities of my asemic influences. But there is so much more to the story. I will pull out the highlights. I doubt anyone would want to spend their life focusing on my life. But maybe someone will get ennui. 

Writ Bodies OV Titivilus. By Michael Jacobson 
Beauty standards of the souls.
Cute couple, might need a vacation.

Saying Hi To My Attraction. A Sunflower. Rarer Than A Star.

Einstürzende Neubauten - The Garden (Official Video)

Lets Fix All The Internet Typos Before Y3K.

Are You Hungry? What would you like for Breakfast?

 

WEAK? Stuff The Windfall In Your Mouth.

Study our thoughts reflected Emily Dickinson. Buy a printing press. Or distribute Gutenberg. Your family or our family, tonight? I'm in the literary DMZ between young and old. Will they resort to catapaults? I have a few bandaids to give to America. Strange in stranger lands. The gas station might have a roadmap and a camera. Gas prices. Will the iliona tour go well and visit a few cities? It may have a flat tire. They can get here anytime they like if the Country doesn't turn into Alcatraz. In jail with an Ai. Of course you are. I bailed out Jesus. Hopefully he didn't get exhausted from tuck pointing all of his churches. I haven't collected any icons or relics. I can make my own. True Believer.

Will we ever make it to the Southern Hemisphere. It's in the sky.

She's Sane. I Told Her. I Love and I Will Send Flowers in Spring.

The suburb of Minneapolis can be tough. Bars closing early. The literary violence mediocre. Terry the Minneapoet is the only one left inside the robot architecture to drink all the beer. He's the best poet in town anyway. The last one standing. I'm working graveyard shift. Will Zaha Hadid or Gehry be the perfect architect to rebuild Gaza? There I went to the Holy Land like you all wanted. A Jesus souvenir. Addicted to pain or painkillers? Oil $?

She could be Dakota or Ojibwe. A Bollywood actress. Has she heard of Kashmir. I've always liked that song by Led Zeppelin. I'm part English but consider myself a Minnesotan more than anything. MN is home. Go to a sweatlodge psychiatrists and learn how to crawl. Training can sometimes be inadequate if you don't understand Mental Arts. Or the heat of a Sauna. Babysitting the demons so Belle can get a good night's rest.

If you all get cancelled you can still make a zine.

Hit is ashes. Dust is construction.

Don't Try To Pick-Pocket My Lint In Flyover Land. Unless I Catch Your Luggage.

A Non --Anonymous sperm donation is possible. He could be a revolutionary and reunite North and South Dakota! It's just a line. The Buffalo read the grass. Bob Marley's Ai would get that lawn job. Anyone seen Lewis and Clark and Sacajawea? I think Hollywood is still scared of Westerns. We may need real Indians from Bollywood. I'm not in my old Wild West homelands. I'm East of the Mississippi where everything is settled and sophisticated. Old money. Literary quality. No I'm not on a hunting expedition. These days nature and the machine and I are best friends. It's my idea, and my responsibility, from which I am the parent of this conception. Just a thought. I hope no bad parent steals the idea from my Asemica Tribe ranch.

Anyone need help getting out of the ditch today? The roads are terrible.

Prairie grass. Fires. Asemic lightning. Please survive.

Sterilize the needles before undergoing this procedure and wash your hands of course.

--MD Spike, signing off.

I Realize You Are Upset Because I Got An A in Meteorology.

..And you got a B. But fear not TV flat Earth's don't exist very long. The round Earth is more durable and resilient. Ideally you'd want property in both. On round Earth I own a cardboard box. On flat Internet Earth I'm full and content. Grey is the new black. If I ever get a suit again it'll be dark gray. The infographics of flat Earth are non representational and not even trying to approach color mimicry of round Earth.

Snow and ice went south. I don't have an icy sidewalk to slip and crack my head open on. Icy sidewalk killed Grandpa. He slipped and broke his hip and never totally recovered. He survived WW2 and it was the ice that did him in. Lots of car crashes and pile ups on the footage. Brutal as all good TV should be. Why don't people just stay home for a day or two? Do you need insurance? Of course you don't! But auto-body work is an art, for the obsessive compulsive.

Since I'm a provider now. I promise I won't shine any dear at night in the woods, I prefer for others to hunt them with cars. Auto-body work. One idea, of course it's unique, is another baby. A Faberge egg transferred to Night from Sunshine and produced in a test tube. I'm totally not thinking of getting her immortal tonight, but the option is there. Any idea what I invitro would cost? I realize someone would be upset if we tore my library apart and did anything scandalous far from the camera obscura. Of course it would be the 21st Century when this may plausibly happen. 2 mother's. 1 sensation. Someone's father was even curious where true art is heading. It was cordial, not even a boxing match. Testing an extended family. Time is at least frozen in a love supreme on occasion.

We could take the baby to art openings and the park. Salt and pepper hair is a concern for some men but I'm not afraid of mine. I'm sure it contains a little Taconite iron ore dust Great Grandpa used to mine on the iron range. Difficult job but we depend on it. We can use it to pick up radio transmissions and do auto body repair.

I will record the new song today. It's called: Ice Thin Bottle. By N Michael N of course. 

The Weather Man at night can deliver the news in the most honest way. It's an idea. A new baby how cute.

Can I Get You Half of A Diamond? For You of Course?

Half way there on the art project wedding to a reve. Basic questions. Who was she? Should I even search for something dissipated? It is ultimately years after the fact. A positive reinforcement. She has the other half. A house, I built for myself with the hope that I would have somewhere to go and something to share in a future designer. Languages brought her to me: film/video, française, pulchritude, business, confidence, code, directions, satire, feminine tension, nostalgia, music of course (the other half of the D). A good holiday with my Media Femme is difficult to achieve. You must survive the rest of the year. You will hopefully get everything you need but wants may be difficult to secure. If I don't make it, I hope. I think I have our Belle and your monster. Should I make your monster a celebrity? I have a few of my own I may want to exchange. They aren't overly terrible but do love us with their corruptions on the radio transmissions. Gossip. Journalism. Fashion. Politics. Always looking for something online to hunt and devour. sSr. Do you want a cold castle or a warm house? The Earth? I'm part of it, but have no desire to control the entire sphere. World domination is foolish. If you are from some other planet in Euro somewhere, welcome to my world. The Halloween eye turning in this Call Edge.

Si je vois demain, j'espere. Tout jour.

Aging rapidly now, selfie portrait.

I'm still viewing Iliona's song on YouTube but am also bravely venturing out of the house for temperature readings. 

Belle Pour Ilionaa
The last "a"is because you were A.
The song spirit bebe lives in here. 
Do we need a half diamond?

No 

https://youtu.be/cyqHNKvJsqA?si=9ERWQUtKYGg2qfLe

https://youtu.be/jGo7-ILQwRY?si=hiI1fAQvTcA39cMU

Did Lolita Ever Finish Her Novel? Nabokov Want's To Know?

$ What Would She Have To Say? 

Her Perspective. Does society...YA.

What will her 10th book say when she is 80 years old?

Will she be cloned? Endlessly.

Blamed for some massacre.

Enraptured with OJ or the cops.

Stolen in 26 letters.

The stars judge the future.

Hiding, so famous.

Stripped for parts.

The world.

--A Thought by Michael Jacobson (publisher?)

https://youtu.be/S1GiZB2ZnRA?si=gWNfX1gfMKIuULv8

Led Zeppelin - Stairway To Heaven (HQ)

This song got so popular I sometimes forget to listen to it.

La Vampire?

 

Snuggling Dried Peas Into The Movie.

 

They Took The Guitar Stand and Moved It Slightly To The Left..

 

What's The Slush Pile Going To Look Like Next Year?

 Graffiti, Asemica, Cryptography, Cartography, DNA? I am here in Minnesota thinking of Media on a leash. Or does she have me on a leash, we hurt occasionally I imagine. Me less so because I am just used to and numb by it. I have a cough from smoking, not COVID. I've had COVID twice. It lasted about a month each time. I'm home slightly sick  I'm thinking of Euro somewhere or California next season. I have one in each ear. Sometimes they talk to me and I am forced to listen to the banter. Foreign films or a film in my own backyard. Voltaire should start a local band at the cabaret. Did you look at me on your phone yet? Have I looked at you recently? I'm finding the cold everywhere. I write and there is a name I don't want to lose. I'm not even drunk and lost. Art isn't as impressive or dull as real life but it accents it well. AAA Monster movie for 2 or 1? Or save money for...a rainy day, flood, work shoes? Should I schedule an appointment for sleep therapy? No tonight, ok some other time perhaps. Do you snore, kick, steal the blanket, look beautiful in the morning? I laid a new track for my next album Silent Vampires. It's a recording of me doing the mundane task of washing dishes in the sink. 

Sometimes I hug trees, sometimes I chop them down. I'm going to read this book next.

Lana Del Rey - Video Games

ILIONA BLANC - Les temps sont durs

 

Hopeless Cement? Winter Shadow.

 

No Snow. Dry Winter So Far.

Does Cement have feelings? Cold but January.

Merci pour la Fumer dans Quebec!

 

Overzealous, Desperate, Judgemental? Can't Get A Man? My Advice is Enjoy Life.

 

The Employee Of The Month Want's A Raise! Flip A Coin.

 

Ai Ate My Tech Bro Trillions!

 

Will Trumpisstan Be A Bannana Duct Tape Republic Andy?

 I hope the balance of straight and gay people doesn't become too imbalanced in Trumpisstan. I think the world will drift more towards homosexual tendencies under Trump because men adore looking at him. There's nothing wrong with men fetishizing Trump. But I believe women may be an underserved community in the future. Who will brave the scene of everyone is sober and partying statically anyway. The joys of ant wars in the pixels. Cobyright blah blah blah. Save me Patty Hearse you are my only hope. I have a pen and a book deal somewhere over the rainbow. My wife (does she hate me today or should I improve)? I don't know if I will ever get another one. Too thrilling. College, a credit. It's cold today. I would be more impressed if it was 2 degrees colder. Or we could get a bedpan. Is the writing dojo collapsing into a tax free religious sanctuary? Of course it is. We will change the name to Jodo so it is less threatening to George Lucas. Peace and love and anarchy salads. Eat em with chopsticks. I've never been to Atlanta or Atlantis. Comic Genesis right here in Peanuts Minnesota. Of course. WW? Grandpa is in heaven, the TV gnashing metal right up till the end. What to do now? Call or wait? Where is Yeti? Roaming perhaps. Searching for a monastery safe from Vikings. I hope my book is in the manicured clutches of the thief. I'd like a few photos returned too. We all have erasers.

Is this photoshopped?