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illinois and the spirit particles

Fri Jul 24, 2009, 10:32 PM
an abnormally regular night like usual. with every passing moment so much potential is spent idly fathoming thoughts, analyzing speculations or thinking sporadically.

yet, this evening would be different, abnormally natural in fact.

some casual contemplation took over the post-dinner idea deliberations. scientific experiments and hypothetical research stormed through the moments as if they were wild winds rushing through. a twilight fire was sparked while fellow spirits were enticed by midnight's spicy gardens.

midwestern commandos gathered together for some nightfall wandering. across pebbled alley ways and over fluorescent streets their feet carried them across public lawns and through outdoor gyms. swings screeched on the gentle breeze as the trees manipulated the shadowy scene with their weathered wisdom. covert cloak and dagger assignments were arranged along the ways; each depending on fluctuating necessities. spontaneity and flexibility seem to always be necessary when confronting life's risking business, living.

aaahhhaahhaaaaa, the air was vibrant!!!!! the breaths were brilliant!!!!! the movements freeing, uplifting and fulfilling. each sandy second carried so much importance. aaaaahhaaahhaaaaaa!!!

the organic sensation of the places visited had been manipulated by populated areas and their designated technologies: automotive noise, spotlit groves, muck holes, industrialized zones, gravestones, black tar roads, biased patrols with their insensitive laws, and so many random world wide, small town obstacles or conveniences.

however each one of these were overcome with an abundance of laughs, good times and meaningful memories. it all seemed like destiny unfolding.

the imagery was spectacular outside of those social offerings. the native wonders presented by midnight runs through the raw midwestern countryside is exhilarating.

attention to details is a necessary precaution when venturing out into the limits regulated by propriety, so ducks behind trees and buildings kept the commandos hidden throughout tense situations. similarly, dives into bushes, fields and grassy lawns was a required procedure in order to maintain stealth progressions.

miles were trekked before marks on treasure maps were spotted with elated exchanges. aaaaahhhhaaaahhhhhaaaa, illinois has a grand heart, a grand heart indeed.

so much potential is produced by patient virtues. each piece blesses a greater piece with a presentable space and energetic hue.

long sprints were made with anxious escapes narrowly finding momentary shelters. shoulder high savannas were explored with exaggerated realities being envisioned: velociraptors or extreme predators stalking prey in similar situations and scenes, ancestral celebrations or plagues decorating these exact spots, or truly far out intuitions.

its no wonder nightmares and stress exist when so many insane risks exist, the greatest of which are simply heart-attacks or bodily malfunctions at any given moment.

so it was that illinois's modern fields presented so many astounding feelings. in some places the grasses climbed well over a full grown person's head with razor sharp leaves that would certainly slice into soft skinned individual. on the other hand, in some places short, dried out grass patches stuck out like broken spears. specified regions were land marked by agricultural crops, and the aged engineer's track whistled with locomotive commotions.

misdirections are not an easy venture, yet confusions can still bewilder clairvoyant minds, and so it was when extra miracles were needed enhanced efforts were exerted.

after hours of running, counted close calls put to rest, and treasured spots experienced, some cosmic reflections and meditations were needed. so it was that the illinois noise and energy began to twinkle exquisitely. the rustling savannas and timberland spoke majestically with enchanted incantations. with a guru's grace the lands led the deviant commandos or space rangers over various terrains both physical and mental, spiritually unexplainable and evidently experienced.

so there it was, the quest continued from a casual thinkers armchair or lounging den where previously only dreams had attempted to indulge in so much experience; although, to a certain extent these adventurous tales have been continuing.

shortly after finding a homely sanctuary did the researching rangers' enlightenment's really incite each happenings voluminous connotations. for, it was after some impulsive and semi-involuntary creative outbursts that weariness began to ratchet its gripping toll upon the homely commandos' mind, but as luminary lights were being turned out for dawning dreams coincidental decisions were directed into illustrated presleep cognitive visuals: both closed and open eyed.

initially, some deep breaths were taken. with profound energy these breaths were intriguingly heavy and rejuvenated with chemical mysteries. shortly after focusing in on the breaths subliminal voices began interacting with some sentient responses. these recognized dialogues were casually keen and direct.

the first encounter proceeded as such: you snake!

irrefutable fears were projected into every surrounding sphere as if to move would instigate tangible contact and commitment. open and closed eyes visions distinctly weaved together intertwined knots of meaty masses, serpentine conglomerations glutinously twisting about.

the first response responded to these inherent visions and claims with humble modesty: if i am a snake, then a snake i am.

the celestial presence-s continued, as the visions morphed gradually into puzzling deep spaces: why have you attempted to explore these avenues?

the loungers den is uplifted into a vacuumed room. a glowing dimensional frame encased cubical rooms where matters molded into fundamental file folders or balanced building blocks. these rooms were stacked in calculated locations, but their structures were apparently unhindered by the theories of socially accepted physics.

the second response replied to this why: to learn.

celestial laughter reverberated over the universal eternities like waves upon rippling oceans or raindrops upon saturated grounds.

the celestial voices erupted into amused echoes: to learn, to learn, to learn.

the dimensional rooms continued to morph genuinely through evolving notions. simultaneously, the celestial beings seemed to be conducting medical extractions upon the psychonautic commando's body. stimulated marvels tickled the responsive ranger's fancy, as the alien statistics were documented telepathically and the measurements specified according to celestial echoes. atmospheric pricks and prods sampled every tidbit of opportunistic information these celestial entities may have been able to gather as the psychonautic adventure's entranced imaginations roamed across endless infinities.

as this celestial research was being conducted the aware ranger had been envisioning undefinable wonders, all revolving around a centralized theme relating back to the serpentine knots that had twisted molecularly into dimensional building blocks; in addition to these earlier mentioned imaginations, the apparitions were contorting themselves into genetic alphabets. each alphabetical strand hung suspended in space by energies beyond socially acceptable standards. these corresponding code clusters sparkled with networked reasons.

aaaahhaahahaahaaa, particular matters are stellar creations!!!!!

so it was cerebral and intelligible information was translated impartially from celestial entity to sentient entity. salutations were passed about sincerely: thank you's, comfortable continuations and safe returns.

the envisioned code clusters and dimensional molecule rooms dissipated into familiarized investors: family, friends, acquaintances, future company, and the personified ties that one's present self inherently holds to each responsible investor.

life is a risky business, and when each moment is priceless it is essential that the resources available and the embellished trips experienced are gratefully enjoyed. life's lessons are constant pieces of evidence and reminders to its opulence.

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thinkin through things

Tue May 19, 2009, 8:30 PM
i'd rather smile than frown
i take things seriously
it could all cease suddenly
these moments exist uniquely
i'd like laughing
or at least chuckling
living comfortably
but i will survive inconveniently
evidently purposes persist importantly
exported imports support my inter-genetic
energized semantics
i do my best to spread smiles around
i hope you smiles always
i hope them and us smile always....

sincerely grateful
imagin freely
liberty skrollz

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thinkin through it

Sat Mar 28, 2009, 9:04 PM
transparency delicately paces
pistils make-up leafy luxuries
divinity parades celebrating
pixelated evidence elaborates
what is it about bobbing on put together symphonies
like all our nebulas
we are a nucleus enhancing our egocentric features
bling bling look at these carnivorous star rings
cha-ching-ching la-look-at this galactic chain
anthills are microcosmic universe mountains
dirty laundry had better look at those outer rings
whooey dusty things, all that debris, shooeey
tributaries are gratefully accepted at the donation station
general populations, all welcome,
phylums and kingdoms, of course there'll be no discriminations
fillings exceed rations
ironic situation
dusks bask upon dawns while dawns bask upon dawns
whose yawning now
who needed to know news any how
......
monsoons pleat pealing painted sides...
rocks crumble beneath their speeding might....
dust bites pavements gritty grip....
muddy marvels mystically morph into iconic scenes.....
showers stabilize attention deficits...
cold splinters are repelled by bony skins....
muscles ripple, nerves shiver.....
pipe dreams mingle with wish-them-wells and due respex tells...
this nook is similar to that nook....
just another spot in another crystallized book....

dot dot typo typo dot dot retract retract
snag snag ribbon snag gob nab dog bans do no good
dogs good good doggies
hot dogs or cold dogs
like gruff-ruff brews and slurppy stews
whose knews who news could relate such clues

due do dew drops gummed up downers' grove right around two lefts past peculiar's place and a second right after railucep's shop....

yup, yup, seen you sooner than later,

hic-cu-puff-hic-cu-puff

cu-cuff-cu-cuff

:psychotic:


what do i have this kind of time for????

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as time allows it

Sun Mar 15, 2009, 4:11 PM
as time allows....
i will be around....
i've been keeping an eye on my watches, and i've been collecting a bunch of faves, but i'll give them the time i enjoy giving them as time allows.....

thanx for sharing such enlightening inspirations.....


here are some collected quotes that i'm putting here as much to archive as to share :shrug:

Tactics mean doing what you can with what you have.
Saul Alinsky

The greatest enemy of individual freedom is the individual himself.
Saul Alinsky

We must believe that it is the darkest before the dawn of a beautiful new world. We will see it when we believe it.
Saul Alinsky


My call for a spiritual revolution is thus not a call for a religious revolution. Nor is it a reference to a way of life that is somehow other-worldly, still less to something magical or mysterious. Rather, it is a call for a radical re-orientation away from our habitual preoccupation with self towards concern for the wider community of beings with whom we are connected, and for conduct which recognizes others’ interests alongside our own.

- His Holiness the Dalai Lama

We must free ourselves of the hope that the sea will ever rest. We must learn to sail in high winds.
Aristotle Onassis

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!ill-noise norml news!

Wed Mar 4, 2009, 10:13 PM
one small step forward for the end to "america's" segregation against cannabis consumers....

ill-noise may be norml soon enuff.....

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initially before i received my regular norml dose i was contemplating going off rambling....i'm not sure what others call this thought inspired typing, but i simply reefer to it as rambling....i'm using i here redundantly and consciously aware as to the instability of such egotistical concrete classification, "i", as in i: some thing apart from other things unless they too are considered eyes, even pores or sores or whatevers...

so, this i-pore-sore-whatever, was contemplating releasing whatever thought rambles would soon occur to my typing fingers, well then so let them be typed and spread across to whatever space discovers them......

i've collected libraries: personal photographed journeys, ghosts gathering dusts upon moth-ed over closet shelves; personal journals and diaries dished out across empty campfires; others' biographies, stories, h-artistries cataloged and filed away for played out systems......i've sponged so much information and stockpiled it "smaug-ishly" in my murky attics.

my plan was to hoard all these things thoughts away in undecipherable stockpiles, then to bury them tomb-like in personally crafted mindfully mapped out spots; hopefully secure enough to outlive the hottest lava and the coolest ice age; haha, yeah right space cadet.....

so here these words, as things contrary to my physical self, spill out, almost, spontaneously: hiccups, being-freezes, such things...

and what matter is it if any soul stumbles across these lava-ice aged resistant tombs or thoughts should ever ramble outside these modest rooms?

well obviously their seeds would bloom....their descriptive dialects would etch engraved inspirations into the imaginations of others, wild fires torch terrains-monsoons flood plains-elements mold universal systems....how can their creations not be blessed with eternal offerings.....

offerings are simple complexities....hobbies, interests, basic co-existential interactions....spirited gravitation-s bask in opportunistic potential....imaginations are special.....

if whatever space creature is able to consume this, and chooses to, then, phuggin rockin, thanx for rockin space, too....space sure has a beautiful groove......true, true these tumultuous hues sure aren't pleasant, and there always seems to be a worse or a "curse" around certain curves, but all and all while picking up the crumbling peaces, some things come to reason:

one can have a good time, or one can have worse, and it seems that on an i, sort of scale and beyond all the baggage i'd, ahh, "have to check in with me," it's always been my decision to smile or pout....

no matter how rough it's been, i've always been able to make that decision no matter how difficult smiling seemed to be....

i mean, seriously, i'm not certain as to the billion-th glorious person mark earth's ecosystem is passing through its womb today, but right on!!!! i mean, here in the ill-noise hitting the lotto or winning a sweepstakes is like finding a leprechaun's authentic pot-of-gold at the end of a rainbow, and let me tell you all a somethings about chasing rainbows, "i've done it for hours on end, and the only gold i've discovered is the freedom to move in whatever direction i decided with all the blessings before me....

every i is a blessing, every eye is an honor for me to imagine, every i is a treat to behold, a present to experience and an amazing conglomeration of atomic elements' magnificent gift for creative ingeniousness.

don't doubt it....

every so often folks mention squashing this insect or that bug....i do my best to respectfully refuse on all accounts....i'd rather have a creature strike me dead than tamper with another things spectacular self....i understand all things symbiotically and organically compost one another in an unfathomable magnitude of grace.....

i'm not going to ramble on here about the abuse of animals; just like i'm not going to get to heavily involved in my possible belligerency regarding inbred misogyny and an individualized sense of self worth through nearly incalculable generations; possibly, for ever relating to a "who-wo-man-oid" self, space cadet or not....

now i'm fairly stoked about this supposed end to federal dea raids and ill-noise's current cough, concern, cough with ending the crusade against cannabis and its consumers; however, let's not be deceived i've like many an i have opened my porous energy transmissive scanners to absorb a diverse distinction of conspiracy theories, and i'm fairly fatalistic, haha i'm a tense tensing a syllable or so on a cosmically altered geometric grid....therefore, me being stoked about the ill-noise taking a toke has not rejuvenated me to allowing this to be home; although, relishing the nurturing lessons and comforts of my dearest moms' hospitality while allowing me to study my favorite subjects, philantropic socio-psychological habitual co-existence.

i am grateful for all ill-noises' fertilized manners and lessons; however, i am optimistically pessimistic to an extent where my idealisms are meant with realisms....all this is irrelevantly relevant, but so speaking matter has reasons and purposes are far beyond reasoning.....maybe just maybe great gangi will rise to the skies with aphrodisiac-tic healing effects/affects on global society's fated paths or even the current global shift to roasted-toasted earth stews freezing over boiled bubbles...

on the other hand, what if "who-wo-man-oids," ventured beyond current apocalyptic concepts, and what if these current events regarding cannabis decriminalization results in another monopolized bureaucratic scandal aiding some to prosperous while others suffer....ahha....suffering???prospering???what are these meanings; when all peaces play parts in these preconceived, already believed, climatic now-s....so many i's have one everlasting ability....to smile inside our hidden selves.....inside our individualized selves there are cells unique to each self.....these celled selves can be imagined laboriously.....or these celled selves can be imagined gratefully, anxiously and exceptionally with their rightful honors.....

my blessings to all who suffer mortality's bane....

so what if these times' pendulums loosen up momentarily by decriminalizing herbs, but then backlashes into a prophesied non-existent supply period, or even into some sort of super-dooper-kryptonic wonder hypno-brainwashing mandatory pill..

i don't know about any other eyes, but i'm down with upholding personalized responsibilities compromised equivocally with respectable liberties.....philanthropy is my thing....i'm down with helping and sharing with others....

i have very little concerns with immortality or some well famed legacy.....chalk me up to some fabled lost unknown artist story whose names are eraser clapped dust chats forgotten amongst some old leaves stuck in some rotting tree or washed up gully...

i enjoy my comforts like i ego-center-ifically believe all personified entities might....i cannot imagine the stunted fright that must run up a trees trunk when a limb is split....i cannot empathize with a bird whose sleet blistered feathers are the soul shield that sometimes protects them in a great lakes winter blizzard.....i cannot fathom the suffering a sole mouse glued to a paralyzing, skin tearing trap unleashed upon them by mindful beings....i can only begin to guess at the emotional experiences which overtake others, like tadpoles brewing in a drying puddle upon a deserted dunes dawning sands....for every yes there seems to be a no....for every go-go there is a stop-stop....i am crippled as well as enabled....

experiential enhancement is our soul responsibility....enhance all ancestral roots, enhance all personal ties, enhance all extended links by providing a regular and reliant self represent....

i won't go into my personalized bias towards direct democracy, but i'd recommend investigating it and savoring its liberties; however, let me say this...if the times of cannabis liberation backfire in a furious assault against cannabis customs, and "who-wo-man-ity" becomes genetically reproduced, clones and whatever else or the future times induce zombie-fied enslavement upon us all, let me say that i hope to slurp those concoctions down with as much satisfaction as i do these processed pots put through me currently....

yet, as much conspiracy melo-drama as my "eventful" life has to indulge upon to keep my goings interesting; overall, i feel that the dusk is beginning to find a dawn, and if this means farewell to all things known, fair thee well....

sincerities, blessings and such.....

i pass on gratefully, gladly and hopefully....

i believe that ill-noise like much of the world has seen its share of suffering on account to ridiculous bloodshed...now some anxious sort might let loose and turn this optimism into turmoil....i wouldn't blame no self for erratic behavior; although, i think there's gotta be a better way...

it is certainly feasible to construct a reasonable explanation for "america's" and ill-noise's end to cannabis segregation.....their prison systems are overcrowding and closing due to a lack of funding....cannabis production and consumption can reverse both these with an economic cash crop that can be mass produced by in-house gardeners as universal health-care;)i also believe that educational systems should upgrade their constructs to include a more global his(her)storical record of social sciences, a more organic mathematical and scientific look into earth's ecosystem and its naturally produced resources in non-abusive and ayuverdically based dietary lifestyles, as well as more h-artistically interactive social expressions through practical situations.....but anywaze, sidetracking back around to cannabis curing economic standings is feasible because releasing and withdrawing charges against cannabis consumers would relinquish the non-violent offender weight currently burdening the judicial system which is overworked, overpaid and raping and pillaging all levels of global classes. similarly, with a return to a global green coalition cannabis could promote oxygen producing industries which could supply a severely underemployed or or unemployed global economy.....likewise, it's feasible to obtain a good majority of a personified being's nutrients from the cannabis plant, making globalized diets healthier and environmentally manageable....the go green, cannabis, movement would fund the surviving class regulars while offering the global economies a renewable resource to tap into.....

whatever--s whatever--s

i'm a canonized script to some extent....
and this is what its worth in "spacial infinity"

sincerest respex and blessings~~~

liberty scrolls reporting

all i's have a long evolution ahead of us, and all these things we i's may currently "know"-perceive-believe-dream could possibly be considerably different next time we know them;

therefore, i hope these "americanized" liberations endorse a universal renaissance and suitable recovering for the generational lifetimes whom have suffered unjustly at the hands of their neighborly relatives.....

but then again where do the concerns of i's against i's stand is a sea of mysterious uncertainties....?

i thought of rambling about the way the birth canal howled with cosmic harmony...the way their layers laced around megalithic geographies...their eternal seed bearing space bodies and their crystallized dimensional beings....the way their scenic selves painted picturesque views covered in perfectly surreal tones.....the way that days and nights shone against so many ideal you's: skyscraping mountains buried under oceans, tea cupped skies toasting swampy valleys and delta dunes, oh the see you's soons......philosophies loosely bind recipes for whatever's, but whose wanting to revel in such splendorous endeavors....

thanks for being an i for me to relate to:sherlock:

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