* Miles Davis did many different things, at different times, and innovated a lot. then everyone copied him. but Charles Mingus did everything at once. an integrated whole of past, present and future. unsurpassed and uncopiable. this kind of thing (Mingus being one example) has always been where i felt real genius is. you have to be both traditionalist and modernist, primordial and avantgarde, and at the same time, in everything. once you learn to feel extended harmony, anything less generally feels weak and shallow. i think extended harmony is modern man in music form. a noble creature is superior to an ignoble one. but no noble creature is superior to another. each has its own greatness. a lion is not superior to an elephant. the same is true for humans. i feel better surrounded by green and very few humans per square mile. in part because it's easier to have intelligent conversations with most trees or even mosses than with the common human mammal. the plants don't watch television. they just talk about what they know. don't message the shooter don't go for it. or against it. stay. the way of the tree. talking to strangers is good, but i prefer strangering to talkers. they don't know what's going on. the Lord will save the elect and the rest will become compost i hate the heat. truly. you cannot imagine how much i hate it. but i will not compromise on my principles and get air conditioning. it's satanic. to go over what's going on is to go under. go in, go out, those are the cures. every church has sinned greatly in so many ways, but especially for making prayer something mechanic. now because of it people are praying to machines, and don't even know they are. most of these sins are after all about the corruption of words. from prayer to god and almost every other important word in between. and how ironic that they are the supposed representatives of the Holy Word. some search for metaphysics everywhere except in metaphor and the physical, but not me. the law may be written in all men's hearts, but many have not learned to read. can't teach them either. the law is written in all men's hearts, and in all women's thighs warning on the tobacco pouch almost makes me want to stop smoking. it says nine out of ten lung cancers are caused by it. so weak. should be ten out of ten. work harder. wisdom is in the body of the keeper of secrets in portugal we have these faerie creatures called trasgos and they steal random stuff. only way i found to maybe get them back is ask St Anthony to convince them. currently missing a pair of scissors and an ice tray. Pulp Fiction is about religious conversions at different levels. and i think Butch's is actually deeper than Jules'. the latter witnessed a miracle. much easier jump. the former witnessed the devil, and risked his life to save his mortal enemy from it. despite all the aesthetics of cool, that is one of the most profound scenes ever made. Jules also had no risk. he was always in control. he showed mercy yes but he risked nothing. Butch was the Christ figure. he was home free but went back to hell to save his enemy. no, no, indeed, i do not count the syllables of my haiku, no a sweeping statement is only good if the subject needs cleaning i'm not a citizen of the world, i'm a villager of the world. not cosmopolitan, cosmopagan. eighteen years together, finally our relationship can vote. two vultures came to hover over our yard. the closest we have ever seen them. they are so huge and majestic. i believe they came to congratulate us. vultures are a well guarded secret. only the elect understand. everyone else thinks they are bad news. books with titles like 'why i am not [whatever]' are inherently weak and i refuse to read them. maybe i should write a book called 'why i am not reading these kinds of books'. messing with blood is a very bad idea my assumption is always that the world is about to end. found a coin? apocalypse. a storm? definitely apocalypse. found a potato growing wild? yeah, it's the apocalypse. make love hate evil what else is there but what about this and what about that that's making love and this is hating evil took me thirty five years but i finally don't have a philosophy. i am one. i will never run the numbers only walk the words until they're tired or i am there are outliers and then there are out and out liars knowledge is comparison and contrast. the one knows nothing. needs another. Adam and Eve knew each other. we played russian roulette swam the english channel and french kissed the artist is always a foreigner in his own country. the problem is when the average man becomes one too. don't hold that thought, hold another one it's very easy for me to imagine Enoch smoking a pipe i like being superstitious, because the other options are midstitious or substitious.
