Brand New Trash Can

Brand New Trash Can

The worlds most expensive trash can run up 10,000 dollars but hey it’s made out of gold leaf stainless steel! What a catch! 😀

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Amazing! Now, look at this trash can! All of what it holds is of importance! I can’t convince you to buy it because it’s merely a trash can. It’s meant to be the storage of what you don’t want. So who cares anyway, about a brand new trash can?

What if you don’t have to touch the trash can? Some trash cans come with a lever that pops up. How convenient! But if you press too hard on some of these machinery trash cans, the lid can pop up too quickly! But at least you don’t have to touch the lid! You need only grab the handles to take the bag out!

Have you ever used a trash can, that takes out the trash for you – without you ever having to touch the bag? At the expense of this example not going too out of hand – what are you even throwing away, if you don’t want to carry the bag? Is it even worth the investment to buy one of these expensive trash cans? What if you were offered a trash with various buttons and surprises?! Would you be willing to accept the offer and at what cost?

Sometimes when sharing sensitive data you should preface it with a warning. In fact, if there’s not a warning at all – you can’t be surprised when it spills on the floor. When the word gets out on the internet there’s no coming back. *Screenshot, Crop, Repeat! * You can also renew and make your own with a new version that can’t be traced to the original source. That’s the beauty and danger of the internet.

Anything goes and can be uploaded again or reconfigured without your direct control. This is a free space and feeling that brings joy but also misery to those who wish to wield power over their creations. You ain’t got power although limited through various media hosting sites.

Trying to stop the internet is like trying to stop the snow. (I see you popping around the corner Mpls! :D) It keeps on falling and can provide any range of resources. From ‘Sooo cold you can’t talk outside to having nice weather even with the snow. The Brand New Trash Can is an indication of new and old information – also the midterm elections in the U.S have encouraged everyone to sell their brand new trash cans! Headlines, advertisements, everybody wants you to spend your money and buy into a story! It’s the game of life – Some channels are worth seeing while others aren’t.

Somebody will buy it, the numbers don’t lie but neither does the trash! Everybody should know when it’s time to take it out – the nose never warns you much like a surprise of another brand new trash can!

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“Comb Your Pennies”

“Comb Your Pennies”

As they woke up early in the morning ready for the day at hand: They suddenly heard a voice from the distance – which grew stronger as it came close to their ears.

“Make sure to comb your pennies as you brush your dollars.”

Not much was known about them but they did gain a little sunlight whenever the sun was gracious enough to shine on them. They did not have much but enough strength to keep what could be turned into something bigger. Anytime they walked the corners of the earth – they found pieces of cloth that they connected into a bigger quilt. It didn’t matter where they were, as long as they could keep some space in their pockets. They held onto what little they had, in hope that it would turn into a dollar.

Days went by and eventually, their pennies turned into many dollars. Their hair wasn’t as wild as before. They had enough to show up to the party with a laid back do and enough details to show off how much they had saved. It didn’t take long for them to realize what this meant. Now they could brush their dollars into the deep areas of their head. The comb and brush was a reminder to take what little they had to manage what was in their control.

I heard this in a dream and I find this sentiment very important.

“Comb your pennies and brush your dollars”

I’ve always been one to recycle. A broken necklace? A wrist bracelet. A broken wrist bracelet? A chain to dangle on my trousers. Anything that breaks – will become something else before it goes in the trash can. I do this as a reminder that everything transforms. The purpose doesn’t have to be lost.

Ain’t it funny how when Black Friday comes along we feel justified in buying things for a cheaper price? If you really do the math you’ll open yourself to the scam that is really Black Friday Weekend. Most sales are 20% – 30% off the original price, which isn’t that much of a discount. It’s also convenient that this comes a month before Christmas. THIS IS NOT AN ACCIDENT.

It’s all tied to spending as most as possible for those little charms that make life easier. This also means your hair can get a little more raggedy in the process. By the time Black Friday and Christmas is over your hair will be all over the place. My suggestion to avoid crazy hair – become extremely hypothetical in situations where money is involved. I start becoming a detective searching the ins and outs of the situation.

This metaphor of pennies being combed is like dumping all of your coins out of your storage container. The moment they begin to fall out, they tend to scatter. That’s when you gotta comb them towards you. At times you get lucky and find higher currencies which is always a bonus but even if you don’t brush off those dollars. When there ain’t enough to make a quilt, you best believe you have enough fabric to make an ACCENT. A detail or two that will stand out flamboyantly. Any eye for detail can catch it.

So next time you find yourself with a few spare pieces around – consider combing all that is scattered. Once your done brushing everything together – you’ll be ready to flow with the finest of accents.

HmmMorocco!

HmmMorocco!

The smells. The feels. The luring. The invitation. The persuasion. The price. The Africa! Morocco has been such a thrill since we landed on the soil. There’s a lot about Morocco that I haven’t fully grasped – (like the driving including donkeys, motorcycles, bicycles, and cars). However so much more about it has really inspired me.

Every day so far feels like a new adventure. There’s no real map of reason in terms of what to expect. The roads lead to narrow paths – narrated by a stray cat looking to past you into times past. It’s easy to get lost in the matrix of endless chances to buy and to experience. No amount of preparing can really put you in the place of being ready for what’s around the corner. It can literally be anything – I’ve not yet turned into an empty corner. Even the blankness of some alleys is filled with mystery and impending curiosity.

The best way I could describe it: You’d have to walk the streets to get the best experience of it. Granted, I’ve never been to the third world before this. I’m not even sure why we call it the third world. It’s the same world we live but the rules in how we live are way different. The people here seem so equipped in determining who is a tourist and who isn’t. My partner and I stick out like a sore thumb. She dresses with style and me myself – my hair turns a lot of faces! Some have called me Mr.Obama or even Rastafarian man. At any rate, some are curious in how they determine where someone is from. 😀

I’m living and that’s what it is all about. Life is meant to be shared and with good company, memories are even sweeter. Every color paired with a texture of experience is Kaleidoscopic. We have been on our toes with each moment. Prepared the best way we know how to – something you learn to expect. You can’t always negotiate the inevitable. Whether you are aiming high or low – you’ll land where satisfaction rises to the top.

Hand in hand – Experiences are treasures to the mind. You can never fail at the taste of the different spices. Learning to be educated while also growing to teach what one has gained. So much more to hand out – I’m just getting started. Ain’t it fun?

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What’s gained is lost.

By the measures of reduction via conversion. You can’t have a proper conversation without some kind of reduction.

Don’t let this dismay or upset you.
Life is also about the giving and the taking. Basically: you gotta pay da bills.

I know – crazy right? You got to work to survive on a planet you didn’t even ask to be in. That’s a reason to be upset sometimes.

The less you have the more is expected to be given.

Society tends to be stupid. Yeah, I think you know that by now but it’s stupider than you think. Society forces you to talk when silence is needed.

You can’t do anything that is validated anymore because if your audience reach is everyone – you’ll certainly disappoint someone.

Hence the stupidity of society – you get framed when you ain’t even the picture. You won’t be able to please everyone because some people require different lengths of a garment for what’s fitted.

If you do it – it’s a REACH. If you don’t do it – you missed the opportunity to cash in. So either way // What’s gained is lost. The flow of what’s good comes at a cost.

How well are you counting the steps to what’s gonna turn into a disaster?

It’s only a matter of time before it all hits a landslide. Then BAM – you gotta deal with the explosive manifesto.

LIFE COMES AT YOU FAST!

You can burn with the fire of the sun and drown in the water of life. Before the alarm goes off you have to make sure you’re prepared. I’m doing what I have to do so I’ll arrive on time. This doesn’t stop, parallel winds that confuse you and aim to confiscate your jewelry and chains.

Before you know it, you’re left penniless and homeless.

No place to go only hopeful dreams to fill the void in your head. If only you invested your last change – your wallet would be fat and your cards stacked. The course of life left you with only the leaves of spring.

The wind remains a charm to your destination. Like a bag in the air- you’ll fly away with a random gust of navigation. The atom then splits and the party invites you to come and groove.

I’m cool on that as long as I don’t buy into thoughts that I can’t compensate. Beyond the light – we all ache to compensate for the darkness we have not yet found.

This darkness is within us and we can’t escape the pull of its fierce reality.

From the sadness of childhood contemplation, we then reach inside our souls. These tears are found within the wishing well of our remembrance. For we can not neglect the motions that have brought conviction to the current.

Waves are set and have boarded in a resistance that must be awakened. For sleeping in the dream is an alarm to our subconscious. It’s no wonder why we react because our childhood has been tortured.

The passages of neglect have been misplaced on the shelf. A book like this is to be remembered and the mirror shows us our deepest revelations. Honest trees are in our garden and those seeds were planted decades before.

The wind blows against the branches and when the moonlight shines – the darkness returns. Only to be remembered by a shadow cast by the dim light upon the roots.

The Ocean, The Ladder, and The Window

The Ocean, The Ladder, and The Window

Drowning in the ocean of existence. I am somewhere found deeply in the blue below. This ocean is self-engineered. All of my tears and fears are staring at me. Now I can baptize myself in my own remission. The light makes me confused, but the darkness is my spell of choice. I’m My own rescue. My own savior. My own guide to the shadows.

I am having to search with the lens of the ocean, going endlessly down to find a path of righteous monsters. I only now request that they drown me in the promise of their nightmares as I sleep. I want to at least taste of the horror before the massacre begins.

The words that are written have been written before, but now I have forgotten what came before it. The memory is neglecting context but history stays true, time and time again.
As I sleep, I’m reaching up to the ladder. A way out. A place of arrival so that I can enter the window or a door of being. Before I get there, I’m caught in the steps.

I look beside me and notice every dragon of distraction. These dragons swirl in circular identity, waiting for me to be caught in its snare. I go to sleep again, now I begin to climb higher. I don’t want to awake from my slumber.

I want the mountain of dreams to cover me whole. Nothing is left for me here in this waking life but symbols and mysteries which prophecy of my sleep. With carpet eyes, but wooden floor perspective.

What I see is a concrete dream. A promise that I believe because of the passion and power of love. I’m sure of fulfilling manifestation because of wooden floor perspective. These carpet eyes relinquish a soft pattern without concern or notice to pick up visible stains.

Those eyes more than welcome vacuums and stain remover cleaner – for carpet picks up on everything much faster.Wooden floor perspective is far more established and true to the heels that walk upon it.

I still desire the medicine of advice and encouragement, for when my resources retire – I stand to gain. By climbing the ladder and reaching the manifestation of the window, I have found my resting place.

Frequencies turning into deeper habits. The behavior of the unseen is what’s kept in the fortune cookie of opportunity. As said and as circumcised – I’ve already dissolved off the extra tissue crowned to distract me.

The fortune of this responsibility is deep and the enrichment of myself is multiplied. I’m there. Through the sadness and through climbing the ladder – the window of manifestation has revealed the key.

The Ocean (Sadness)

The Ladder (dREaM)

Window (Manifestation Key)

I’ve been drawing this for about 7 years, only now there’s been clarity to this representation.

 

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drawn in 2009

 

I sometimes find a home in sadness, and occasionally I’m lost. However, even when drowning in sadness – there is always a ladder.

The dragons of distractions turn on every pressing corner. They have eyes and they see you. You can buy into them on occasion – but never forget the ladder caught in between the dream and waking life.

When you climb up, you are closer to the manifestation key of your dREaMs. The window is the door. You can look through with Carpet Eyes and pick up on everything.

Yet, it is with Wooden Floor Perspective – you are able to eternally sustain what is picked up. Carpet Eyes // Wooden Floor Perspective.

Oxygen Away

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As I reflect within myself of the choices I’ve made and the paths I’ve chosen.

I’m finally breathing.

Breathing away from Within.

I can feel natures presence and Spirit enters within me like a dream.

I’m taken in such bliss because of the love that’s surrounded around me.

I’m in paradise when I hear the wind as it brushes against the trees.

The way its caress is a soft kiss – is such bliss.

The response of the leaves is a melodic hurricane.

I’m a reflection away from what I was currently.

I’ve only taken this time to acknowledge it – out of the business of the day.

I Realize.

I’m only an Oxygen away.

Oxygen away.

Surrending To The Air…….

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Giving into the soul of surrender at the heart of its releasing

Creations begin to mold the noise

Closing in on the silence which transfers between the muted awareness, levels tripping, up and down

Hallucination feels like this

I am ready to speak into the wind, to hear the rush which my breath is fixated upon

It’s a season of grace and of faith where my trust is drawn on the clouds

With no blueprint or particular design  for there are no rules of architecture for a mansion in the clouds

I build with each faint movement of air – everything becomes interwoven with my focused stare

Birthing Cell

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Inside the birthing cell – a wave ancient connection, forms as a multitude of ancestral witnesses. 

I hear them and now my writing begins.

I’m told to write you down and here my voice is unto you.

As a witness, being there at the birth of your being.

Surrounding you are the voices of the oppressed, the selections of what is to be studied and swallowed.

A sweet taste of uniformity – neglecting not the WHOLE.

Begin to tap into your subconscious, unwind the forces of time.

An apprehension of what your belly will take your mere suggestive desire will make.

Food, and leaves that are given for peace.

Peace in which a river will follow!

Ancient Urgency

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Considering how rare and considerate you are of the expression kept inside you – I am eternally honored!

I feel as if eye am discovering a painting that is encoded on the pyramids of Egypt!

Your curves are like numbers and it’s a special trance to describe!

When I first opened the email, the eye just glazed into the pictures.

I can’t help it! Even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to.

I apologize if my words might appear a bit scandalous but if they help provoke a sense of urgency then….Damn it.

 I use words that can possibly teach you how sincere I am – some words are better understood with a sense of character in them.

So when I tell you that looking at your body makes me bite my lip, it’s true.

My imagination rips your clothes off slowly while my hands sculpture your essence.

If eye could teach you like an ancient understanding of how deeply bad I want you- Solomon and Shakespeare would be remiss.

We listen to songs that attempt to capture feelings and arouse the power at night.

We become strategic and lay out our melody and notes!

But IF I was there, I would just enter into you like the wind enters the desert.

We could make our own noise later!

Everything that makes sense in our mind will become logic when I touch you.

Words would fail us desperately, but that’s OK because I would be one with you.

Our spirits in flight, traveling to all of those illustrative pictures and poems of true sexuality.

INSPIRED By The E Of Thee.

Rectified Cosmos

Sometimes, when you study something, you are brought to a halt, as what was already enormous grows into something bigger and more complex. It’s kind of what happens with certain music I listen to. Everyone wants you to hear this NEW artist or song, BUT I can’t swallow it all at one time. Some artists and subjects truly need eating utensils and a processing schedule. Anytime, I study the eyes of our universe I am brought with a sense of wonder. Not all the time am I taken back to write unless there is great mysticism involved, and in this case, this time, true sensation revealed itself. One of the reasons, I am drawn to the study of our galaxies could be because I truly don’t feel as If I belong here sometimes. I truly believe the cosmos of everything is resurrected when we truly observe everything around us. Just look above at the moon!
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The eyes of the universe are unending.

The cosmos entirely rectifies an audible sensation of discovery.

The oscillations of what we see only in one moment become swallowed up in thousands of prisms.

The acceleration into the engulfing complexity stirs a desire within me for abbreviations and digestion.

Time begins to find meaning in creation.

The beginning spells itself out to me.

A mystical wonder that weighs in on the physics of mystery. 

Information coming from intelligibility are embedded in the core of all that is.

A universal cosmos that is rectified becomes of the equations and questions out there.

Within the concept and continuous abbreviations of who we are, the transformation accelerates at such alarming rates!

Our eternity is embedded within us. We are born into the flawlessness of creation!