Cosmopolitan Greetings


Stand up against governments, against God.
Stay irresponsible.
Say only what we know & imagine.
Absolutes are Coercion.
Change is absolute.
Ordinary mind includes eternal perceptions.
Observe what’s vivid.
Notice what you notice.
Catch yourself thinking.
Vividness is self-selecting.
If we don’t show anyone, we’re free to write anything.
Remember the future.
Freedom costs little in the U.S.
Asvise only myself.
Don’t drink yourself to death.
Two molecules clanking us against each other require an observer to become
scientific data.
The measuring instrument determines the appearance of the phenomenal
world (after Einstein).
The universe is subjective..
Walt Whitman celebrated Person.
We are observer, measuring instrument, eye, subject, Person.
Universe is Person.
Inside skull is vast as outside skull.
What’s in between thoughts?
Mind is outer space.
What do we say to ourselves in bed at night, making no sound?
“First thought, best thought.”
Mind is shapely, Art is shapely.
Maximum information, minimum number of syllables.
Syntax condensed, sound is solid.
Intense fragments of spoken idiom, best.
Move with rhythm, roll with vowels.
Consonants around vowels make sense.
Savour vowels, appreciate consonants.
Subject is known by what she sees.
Others can measure their vision by what we see.
Candour ends paranoia.

Allen Ginsberg


I love that. Every time I read it, it means something new to me. I read it today and was sad because I have become so responsible and grey. Not vivid.
I am fucking bland, and even worse it's by choice.
Trying to play it safe.
Where did my big thoughts go.
I miss grand revelations,
and massive realizations. connections.
Feeling something new, and thinking thoughts that I am sure have never been thought before.

What was that? Youth? Pot? Optimism?
Well, I am afraid it's gone?
Monotony, age, and pessimism have their dirty little paws all...

Cosmopolitan Greetings


Stand up against governments, against God.
Stay irresponsible.
Say only what we know & imagine.
Absolutes are Coercion.
Change is absolute.
Ordinary mind includes eternal perceptions.
Observe what’s vivid.
Notice what you notice.
Catch yourself thinking.
Vividness is self-selecting.
If we don’t show anyone, we’re free to write anything.
Remember the future.
Freedom costs little in the U.S.
Asvise only myself.
Don’t drink yourself to death.
Two molecules clanking us against each other require an observer to become
scientific data.
The measuring instrument determines the appearance of the phenomenal
world (after Einstein).
The universe is subjective..
Walt Whitman celebrated Person.
We are observer, measuring instrument, eye, subject, Person.
Universe is Person.
Inside skull is vast as outside skull.
What’s in between thoughts?
Mind is outer space.
What do we say to ourselves in bed at night, making no sound?
“First thought, best thought.”
Mind is shapely, Art is shapely.
Maximum information, minimum number of syllables.
Syntax condensed, sound is solid.
Intense fragments of spoken idiom, best.
Move with rhythm, roll with vowels.
Consonants around vowels make sense.
Savour vowels, appreciate consonants.
Subject is known by what she sees.
Others can measure their vision by what we see.
Candour ends paranoia.

Allen Ginsberg


I love that. Every time I read it, it means something new to me. I read it today and was sad because I have become so responsible and grey. Not vivid.
I am fucking bland, and even worse it's by choice.
Trying to play it safe.
Where did my big thoughts go.
I miss grand revelations,
and massive realizations. connections.
Feeling something new, and thinking thoughts that I am sure have never been thought before.

What was that? Youth? Pot? Optimism?
Well, I am afraid it's gone?
Monotony, age, and pessimism have their dirty little paws all over my ass.

I ate a ham sandwich with some simple Italian pasta salad, and sun chips yesterday. As I ate them I thought how good they were and how that, prolly at the end of the day I would look back and see that as the pentacle of my day.

At that point I applauded my ability to enjoy the simple things in life and kept on truck'n. I've always seen the ability to be content completely underestimated.

I just don't know if I am ready for a ham sandwich to be the highlight of my day very often.

I'm not bitch'n about my life or any one in it I just need new... fucking anything.
Sorry if I sound heavy, I'm really not. Tell me if you feel what I'm say'n.