*this conversation may or may not have ever taken PLACE. the fact that it happened – makes the opinion often trade its FACE. for a reactive MOUTH or a revolution which can’t go SOUTH. even tho, here is not over there, what follows beyond THIS or THAT – : is a hello or goodbye, in need of vacuuming underneath the mat!

but, what that got to do with me! said the one who was already filled, width measures beyond what they could SEE! everything and nothing replied BACK, the concerned one after just complaining about their missing needles in a STACK. “i’m carrying all these stones, pillars, and WEIGHT – at the very least: you could offer to unload my package and take me out on a DATE. instead you choose : to WAIT, and now i fear, you’ve settled on doing nothing, as your FATE. can’t you see i’m HURT – i ain’t get this far to be played like dirt and a FIDDLE, i suppose all along you wanted me to solve your RIDDLE. how silly was i? silly enough to not hire a private SPY – to PEEK at just how many faucets you allow to LEAK. if i were you – i’d realize that maroon EMPATHY is a grace afforded to those with SYMPATHY. you don’t even bother to CARE – you’re sitting in the lazy CHAIR. or should i say : lazy BOY – all you do is polish your TOYS. it’s fudged up! but that’s the usual coming from somebody like YOU……………..

hello!

did i get THROUGH?

yes you did but if you were any more LOUD, you’d excite thunder from my CLOUD! I stand barely AWARE of what it’s like wrestling with a BEAR! you ask me – could I CARE? well, my concern has never been so much of the MATTER – my lassitude is only getting FATTER. why, you PRESUME? cuz – I gotta ZOOM! ZOOM! ZOOM! in your ROOM! ROOM! ROOM! (it’s like BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!) all the freaking TIME! if only you could spare your 20 nickels for 10 DIMES! you crack a lame joke but still be asking me to LAUGH – demoting me here where you’ve sacrificed me as a golden CALF! YOU COULD HAVE JUST, SPLIT it IN HALF! a base and STRING, even when the phone does not always RING. i am expected to call and to talk but what more can I say? I have been beaten & preyed, across your desert SEA – BUT, WHAT THAT GOT TO DO WITH me!

081420 WTG2DWM — BuT WhAt tHaT gOt 2 dO wItH mE?!

you SEIZE (C) – THIS very thing —-> THAT is belonging to ALL belongs to NO 1. it’s like when, wind shows up right behind each other in a sentence, only the ‘D’ is silent in the latter. “when” shares a close fellowship with “ever” but this spoils “anything” from ever arriving on the scene, if there is no clear distinction of timing. the difference in yours and mine, is perception of that said thing. it’s very much yours and mines – it’s ours! however, hours and seconds couldn’t be further from each other but still, they’re united both one and the same! we are connected to the grand zer0, all of the substantive numbers are now made a hero! just because the invisible n0thing stands on their side! ain’t that enough to make your mind open WIDE?! Thus, there is company in ALL AND NONE ! WE : THOUGH AT ODDS IN THE RAGING SEA can’t help but ask EVENTUALLY : BUT WHAT THAT GOT 2 DO WITH me!

me and jeremy had the privilege of interviewing Doug Levison! he was made famous by a viral video 6 years ago, entitled ‘trumpet fight‘ where he hilariously goes off on a trumpet player (sucka!). he uses words like contemporaneously, presumptuous, and FLAT. what moved me most about this video was how clear and specific he was in delivering his grievance. first time i watched it was in january of this year and i couldn’t stop watching it. i watched it over and over until eventually remembering it verbatim. i shared it with jeremy and he found it just as hilarious. he then began to research and find connections that actually sheds a plethora of ironic parallels. have a listen on PlanitJade to check it out!

if you were to just watch the video for the first time you’d *probably* think doug was being an ass whole. cuz he really doesn’t spare any punches to the guy. YET, he does it in a poetic way. it’s something about his passion that gives it a new wave of presence. not to mention what looks like a contradiction of his practice of (TM) transcendental meditation for 47 years. doug was clearly bothered and he spares no regard to the distaste of what he’s hearing. it pays to follow along to the story as there is perhaps some context that may give context to his disatisfaction.,\

turns out doug actually is the owner of the website Flower Power Creative which is”...a community dedicated to motivating a more compassionate society. Through our events, books, media interviews and website, we hope to inspire action and dialogue in politics, the environment, women’s rights, animal rights, technology, music and fine arts.” check it out to connect further with his mission and connect with the silence or noise!

in doug’s own words:

“An artist respects the silence, it serves the foundation of creativity…”

he claims this as he SCREAMS in protest to the one making the noise. he stresses the need for the guy to get a gig because the guy does not have any talent. in short, he sucks! he proceeds to scream and follow the one making all the noise! he even goes as far to say the guy is NOTHING! A DISGRACE! EVERYTHING THAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD. NO. NO. NO.

Life is absurd. Contradictions may reveal themselves in readings of neglected mirrored refractions. Let’s all respond to each moment in harmonious servitude to ourselves and others.

Termination // Preparation

*The following script, is in connection to a series of conversations entitled ‘Riddle Me That…” which is due for release at the beginning of 2019.

Parpar: This is going to be an astronomical disaster I say we cancel it before it gets out of hand.

Terminus: But we’ve already invested so much in the lighting, props, ice, food and making sure everything is as you wanted it.

Parpar: Did you hear what I just said? Cancel the whole thing. Terminate the entire process. Put it to an end.

Terminus: Ok, I’ll order a cancel, but you do realize this may cost you way more than you might be able to afford.

Parpar: Wait now. How much we talking?

Terminus: Well seeing as we’ve already maximized our budget and the guests have already been notified, the event is already booked. The costs would be at least triple to reimburse every party involved.

Parpar: Let me get this correct, you planned according to the implication that all would go according to plan? You did not leave room for a clause of termination? Sounds like to me, I hired the wrong business to handle my affairs cuz shit happens.

Terminus: Yes, but if you read the contract you’d see clearly where terminations are validated up until 72 hours before the event. If you told me this 2 days ago, we’d have no problems processing this at no expense to yourself or of our partners. At any rate, we can still do this, but you’d have to pay 3 times as much.

Parpar: I guess we can keep it going but if my guests are disappointed then it would reflect your business dealings rather than mine since your name is plastered on all the banners and props. They won’t look to me to blame; my name is nowhere to be found in any of the setups.

Terminus: So, we are to blame for your unorganized mess?

Parpar: Who said this would be unorganized? My mess follows a structured chaos. It won’t appear out of nowhere. One thing will lead into another – like a gradual ascension into calamity. Once the ice melts on the dance floor, people will start slipping and so forth, it’ll be a specific course of a shit storm.

Terminus: You plan on things being that bad? How do you even know it’ll be that bad? What evidence supports this flow of your madness?

Parpar: Well, maybe if you asked me – WHY I wanted to terminate this whole process we could already establish what can be done to prevent my worry? Instead, you reminded me to follow the madness wherever it goes. So never mind the cancel or the triple fee I’d have to pay. I’ll just let it follow the sequence of events and if people end up hurt and disappointed – it won’t say nothing on me.

Terminus: You aren’t seeing how you are the orchestrator of all this mess? You don’t care about putting people in harm’s way? What do you stand to benefit? To be the mad scientist behind the destruction of all your guest’s experiences? I suppose we can cut the cancellation fee out of the picture altogether.

Parpar: See, even your company is interested in preserving your future businesses. We can all eat our cake and ice cream if it means us not looking bad. It was a pleasure doing business with you!

TERMINATION – PREPARATION // TERMINUS – PARPAR

Peddle Deep

I was peddling so hard – I didn’t know how close I was to falling down, until about 28 minutes ago! Ever get in the mood for just a race? You want to run so far as if some zombie is coming behind you! When you got that kind of motivation your legs become even more determined to go faster!

My legs were fully inspired. By the time, I was just about to get to my destination. It dawned on me – I had to stop before coming body first into a collision. (Duh!) Before nearly crashing -I hit the breaks HARD! So hard where I nearly fell off my damn bike!

Luckily tho, my instincts kicked in right in time for me to feel how close I was to falling off. My hands grabbed the handlebars earnestly. Like a man in love holds his lover in the time of delight, I was holding onto dem bars TIGHT!

Suddenly, my feet slid at an angle where it then dragged for several seconds while gulping equilibrium in the process. To make matters more sensitive – I had on soft Nike’s too. I got up – having realized I made it to my destination without falling off. Basically: It hurt like hell at the time it was all done.

As I walked up to put the bike back in place – I felt a pulsating pain. I legit thought I had fractured my ankle. I was happy I didn’t fall off. If the breaks were not engaged – I would have easily run on various solid surfaces.

I guess it didn’t matter how hard I was peddling – as long as I made it to my destination safely. A bit bruised up? Yes. A pep in my step due to avoiding my body crashing? Yes. But no long-term pains.

This taught me a valuable lesson: No matter how fast you’re going. How determined you are. You’re gonna have to stop. You’d be pressed to remember soon before it’s too late. So, peddle deep but take it easy around the corners – remember to break with a considerable sloth BEFORE arriving at your destination.

JESTER’S GUMBO! INCLUDING: ANTS, PENNIES, + OTHER RANDOM ROOTS!

It’s been a long time since I made a Gumbo video, but this time around I had a few more ingredients to deliver. Follow the suspense, and remember THE SMILE in the midst of all Improvised Frequency – Follow the lead, and you know, LISTEN.

Blissful Freightning

I vaguely remember the story of freight now, as it has settled within the woes of my mind. That was indeed a scary night, and only a few know of the SCREAM that is freighting! Since I’m the detained sleeper, it is very easy to sleep at the first touch of the bed.

Some nights, I intend to revoke access to the bed and other times, my rebellion is taunted by the aroma of the bed. When you have a MAFIA of people, who are given private information; they soon can become a mob.

THIS NIGHT was one of the SCARIEST NIGHTS OF MY LIFE! I’m normally NOT taken back by the play of what is frightening. I’ve seen movies and read horror films and personally witnessed the realm of the opposite of the light. The history of New Orleans and the tricks that begin at the story of telling of Voodoo. I mention New Orleans because I feel there is a deep sorrow in the streets of certain realms – SPOOKY!

It was only a couple of days ago, that I thought I either died or was a dream of my own that only I understood. TO make matters worse, the whole moment was recorded! I screamed so high, I thought my decibels were higher than that of the FINEST Opera singers.

When I become sleepy, I utter complete nonsense. I begin to connect non-congruent pieces of information on a variation of topics. I’ll talk about how trains met in a dungeon of dragons and how the fire that came out the cat’s mouth appeared as a meow. I make no sense, whatsoever, and when that moment comes, I intend on responding to the bed.

Well, the mafia who recorded my every move decided to play a joke, and in the state of my restlessness, I believed what appeared to be a PANDA or some kind of black and white JASON! JASON ALWAYS WINS AGAINST FREEDY! BY THE WAY -_____-

I literally became frustrated with the joke, that my speech followed a series of mumbles and inaudible sadness. WE ALL have had these moments, sometimes! BUT we are ALL – the most surprised when they show up in front of a group of friends. It exposes your deep fear, and your inability to express the scary nature of life. I can look back at this joke AND LAUGH HYSTERICALLY! 😀

I’ve come to the understanding of bliss within the darkness, it’s meant to arouse a laughter in us all. Surely, in cruelty, there appears an absent charm, but there is still an enchantment in the magic of the folly!

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