"by the power of greyskull"

I often think while lifting

thrift store weights in *studio*

reflections and deceptions

and sensory perceptions

distorting essence as self

Wilhelm Reich's orgone theories

practiced haphazardly in

field gone to energy seed

R.I.P. DJ Screw June 27th Megamix

Because it is June 27th, which is unofficially DJ Screw day, here is a megamix of a bunch of crap off of Screw tapes that I love more just a little bit than all the other crap on DJ Screw tapes. I will still talk a motherfucker's ear off about how Screw was ahead of his time, still so, and a heavily underrated influence not just on hip hop but pop music. So here is:

R.I.P. DJ Screw June 27th Megamix

What is on this: intro/roller skates/crossroads/five minutes of funk/represent the south/recline & shine/sunny dayz/smoke on/world of mine/running the underground/groovin' on a sunday/eazy does it/every year/time/public enemy/posse on broadway/steppin out/loves gonna get you/be thankful.../codeine fiend flow/purple stuff/country rap tune/knockin' pictures off the wall

windows to forgotten worlds

which once were more important

than all else for somebody

some folks simulate rain on

tin roof for contemplative

purposes; I’m just country

properly hand-prepared fried

chicken of traditional

southern value has been lost

extension cords run thousands

of miles between nomadic

encampments - lone power source

concrete jesus hovering

over decayed carcasses

buried with ornate markers

satellite dishes from the

decades decorate our home

with corporate detritus

second-story brass bed still

remains a left-behind doll's

resting space, eyes staring out

plastic arteries pumping

congealed madness with half-life

far longer than ancient ways

Creepy the blue mongrel horse

not necessarily for

sale so much as watching all

Supersize Sonnet #2

Thanks to Mark at Optipop, we did second freestyle sonnet video, which will eventually be the full 15 sonnets of a heroic crown. WE GONNA RUN OUT OF COOL PICNIC TABLES. Anyways, building up to the official (lol "official") release of the first two freestyle sonnet books - Shakespeare Greenheart and Nasreddin Shifflett, I set up a Facebook event page, which is not a real event in the sense you all have to physically be there together (though that might be chill, or creepy), so invite yourself.

physical spikes directing

mystical energies round

rehabilitated land

"there is no god but god" can

be translated a thousand

different ways, with same hope

the overwhelming sadness

of how life is too fucking

real, ignored through distractions

Power of Lounge uprooting

false Order of Civilized

Gridlock through underground means

Cumberland Restaurant's red

neon buzzed over my folks when

they was still just teenagers

strong-willed personalities

sapped sometimes by sensory

sensitivity - stay strong

trapped on earth below the clouds,

we learn to make the best jokes

we can from this suffering

man's abandoned master plans

reclaimed quickly by gentle

gaia’s caressing tendrils

Supersize Sonnet #1

Video freestyle sonnet Supersize Sonnet #1: My friend and occasional co-conspirator Mark Edwards (Optipop) is doing a one-minute video every day for a year. He did one of me writing a freestyle sonnet on a big piece of posterboard at a picnic table. It makes me self-aware, like perhaps I'm closer to one of those freaky hermit dudes who fills up an apartment with twisted writings than I realized. And yet I'm also that weird capitalist self-aware enough to realize nobody else is aware of me. So I am like an outsider, who is an insider, but still an outsider, but not outside nearly enough. Or something.

the slow accumuluated

madness of overhead wires

is mind-boggling (and scrambling)