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The bodhisattva ideal.

Thinking of the bodhisattva ideal,

It’s spinning a wheel.

A rose murmurs.

Give me idle death

& women’s murmurs
That cough through lips

That spirit heard her
You Cherub! get away with murder
Open, winged, I’ll never gird you

The blatant&bare pretentiousness of a million being-burned bedside notes (in1place).

Vaughan Williams’
mother on being asked about “On the
origin of species”
by the boy versh of him
“The Bible says that
God made the world in six
days. Great Uncle Charles
thinks it took longer: but
we need not worry about it,
for it is equally wonder-
ful either way.”
Sunday morning
Ian Clarke
the crumb pit
louis wants to
swap my shift
for weds (17th)
(so I would be off
So I work Monday (15th)
Shame stoking, can I bliss?
The reasons that you had to kiss
All tumble now, you’re hearing hiss
And I lost track of what IS bliss
-“Power to
-Listen to
pretty much (actually)
all of
“Band of
if ya want
Cover? – “You’ve really got a hold on me”
The Speakwrights
Deep Stone
Conspiracy Theory
The Brain Belly Complex
writes a lot
of pop
If you want
a shock
– “Sugar Plums”
“Stand by me”
“Like a
shine off chrome on
black & white footage (guitar machine heads)
is dark – Har Har what the fark?!
A Black Spark pulls the
rubbery elastic membrane of phenomena (dharma)
into a tight twist and releases
to set in place a piece discerning
pleasure-ful vacillation as on a stone
disrupted pond – wanna see my wand?
You’ve been conned.
You cried, that’s my reason to tell
you this
I’ll die for a moment of sheer bliss

“The Buddha
of Suburbia”


Also by him
-“Eight line poem”
by him.
“Revolution 1”


“The Lark
Ralph Vaughan Williams
Little miss


“witch doctor”
“Sister sapphire”
les Paul.
-she loves the snowball
witch doctor
The Rasmus
In the Shadows
Oh all the things
that hide in
brow furrows

-doesn’t bare thinking
Taung Kalat
monastery in Burma
go there!!
+Paul barry
Day in
the life
Text Bach
Psych versh???
I thought the smoke
was you
The split moment in
which I blew
Out towards the door
Wanting something more
Not gonna sit & think more
Not gonna watch Happy Gilmore
Happy should be no chore
Light dance desperate
up to me separate
I’ve come to expect heaven
and the pulling of its blanket
over my self and face
I love/hate the populace
Their heads in press
Of this spherical place
Stream your consciousness
Just in case
Do it ace
Fly through space
Fly across space
Shall it be a chase?
No, when it’s love
it fits like a glove,
like one for the oven
that only a woman
would know?
How far have we goed?
£ 199.00

PSR E443

Elephant c4

Mr Victor Burtonshaw
** Green RD
L** *LE
*** 185* .

loving something is the
willingness to let it change

loving something is your
allowance to let it change you
/of letting. /to change
/allowing of it changing you^^^> you

“Astro man”
Jimi Hendrix
-Cry of Love-
(album I
My brother seems like
the kind of man who
thinks the world is happening to him
– well, it is, but it is for
me too brother, and quite intensely down
here let me add.
And you act like you’d die
happy if it was doing this.
I love you brother, I just
don’t get you, so you probably don’t
get me and all the while these things aren’t
required for phenomena to keep on
ri]pping through us – how much did we make
I’ll see you 2morow. 2day
I don’t want to be your friend if I start to
want to
be mine.
You’ll know brother when you see me turn to
carefully be wary of the distance.

The corner
of my
is God

Instant Karma
– Mr. Crowley
Rainy Day,
Dream Away
-Find out
which album
it’s on.
Hot Rod
yo-yo-ma Bach
Made up words – go!
Grumption Cruspatria
Craster Jista Splellows
Kristinglesteen Fumptiachingillian
The Sparrow in dungarees says “what up”
St. Catherine’s Mill!!!

Your perception won’t always revolve all
the way ’round things if you
are always cleansing the doors.
Don’t make it a chore
Anything can seem a bore
Don’t wanna cause no gore
Don’t wanna cause no gore

“Try not to leave your body behind
When there’s work to be done”
is a slightly instructive statement I could think of to start this piece of this masterpiece>>>>>>><<<<<<<<>>>>>><<<<<<Hmm, the slowest neuron

should find hospitality in the minutes (multimeaning maelstroms that they are!)

the clear blue can’t ever be fully

assimilated so can I use this known axis to zap

momentary panic in order to enjoy the evilest endurance?

i can rely on tools I’ve relied upon before
electric ladyland voodoo chile (not slight return)
the night i was born…

Dig in long
&Blunt your prongs
(with a?)
A belief that songs
can absolve all wrongs
I sit back and let this song mean to me what it means to me
be a connoisseur
of current cascading
corrollaries and
Cease crying

“Machine gun”
Hendricks (HUhuuaaaaahwawhahua)
You’re sixteen
You’re beautiful
& You’re mine
Ringo’s voice
whuu?uu?? ?

Courage teach
me to be shy
-“Float like a
by whom?
loverly – still a little bit of your
-Jimi Hendrix
Nine below zero(band)
-harmonica player
Passive Aggressive
The Killer of Progressive.
When you say things
that just won’t not lead to
Who are YOU stressing?
Are YOU learning your lessons?
See what will pass through
the gaps in you pressing
If it’s not much
have you tried more confessing
Mysterious thoughts
Crossing the naughts
Means just as much as a hole
in your shorts.
Take nothing and no-one to court

“Lost highway”

“Mulholland Drive”
David Lynch
crime dramas/
weird films


-First EP
Kurt Cobain’s
Branch Player
_solar panel
on his head

then some harmonica biz about sonny boy williamson and blind boy fuller “fox
chase” solo and “key to the highway” also some of Ron “Pigpen” McKernon of Grateful Dead (and some chillis),
I’ve generally bitten off more than I can chew with this, the concept was there and i’ve lost bits
and gone back re-typing bits that I’ve already thought I had typed which somehow must’ve been deleted(which was frustrating), anyway, I’m having some port and……………………..honestly I had to look at bits I’d already put in …and then had to take back out of the bin…………………………
but basically, underneath all of these scraps I’ve uncovered (in the process) far too many more scraps to
justify prattling them down on ere for too much longer for one night [two nights, yes, this has changed a number of times since being uploaded], (it’s ok though i’ve been able to tidy my room!)  i’ll possibly continue i just feel i should post this at least for some sense of completion, there is more though ….. so NOT “To Be Continued! ! !!! ” but somewhere along that avenue possibly…

Dunno, sit sit?.

Sit sit, sit in silence

Sit sit, sit in silence

Sit, sit, sit in silence

Sit sit, sit in silence

Sit sit, sit in silence

Sit sit, sit in violence

Sit sit, sit in silence,

Sit sit, sit in silence

Sit sit, sit in silence

See how much time passes before your mobile phone goes off and fucks it up, and should it cause such a chaos?

Why have we created little machines that beam us right out of nature and into a strange, robotic, pseudo-advancement world?

When the apocalypse comes will the Earth transmute into a big floating icon and if we click on it some funds are transferred straight to our account sir?   Did we all get hoodwinked by that screensaver in the nineties?


Love/hate, it’s all the same to me..and you..and everything.

If you think that you love Person A more than Person B, you are wrong. There can be no increase or decrease in love, it is our basal existence (the base of everything in the universe that could be said to exist!) You have merely created reasons (subconscious or not) for your love of Person B to have become convoluted and distorted.
This is even the case with people we say that we hate, that’s why it doesn’t feel at all nice or wholesome to hate someone – no matter what – they are a reflection of the exact quality of love that you project outwardly in the world. Like in Bill Hicks’ (typically subversive yet hilariously astute) comedic impression about the unlikelihood of ever seeing a ‘positive’ drug story on televised news;

“Today a young man on acid realised that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, that there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves. Here’s Tom with the weather!”

– so it could be said that when you say that you hate someone, you’re declaring contempt for something that is, at the root of everything, you. Every single little thing that you can possibly experience is a mere reaction in your own nervous system – or a ‘sense’, it is never a separate entity existing outside the bits of your experience that you normally choose to identify with. When you have realised this, you have realised truth and your life’s fuel is then the orgasmic effervescence of sun-fire.

You’re all.

Modern day views are so extreme,
  it’s like everyone’s walking ’round in their own dream
    Expectation’s running so high,
        inspect patience, we’re born to die!