The computer is perfect. In its binary way. Not perfect like a sea shell is perfect. By depending on our super-fast ultra-coded computers as they speed us through the new lingo of our age, they help make us superficially perfect.
It's yogic cool to transcend the mind. Critical thought cuts like a knife without providing all the tape and glue and gels necessary to unify. But how wise is it to deny the critical mind in a constant effort to always be nice?
Words will be typed
Hand with pen or fingers tappin
To yourself you are hyped
The brains between 2 ears
If you must
Tap ting tinny tiny thing
Prove to yourself you are free
Sing "I am free"
And don't listen
Remember how this now was all about the sad-eyed easy…Continue
I’m a cotton seed sower, the righteous whistle blower
the stand-in or stunt man for the star
I get down on all fours when I’m scrubbing your floors
I rub the shine right into your car
I put no one above you for as long as I love you
and that’s as long as the oceans will…Continue
There is an invisible weight on my left shoulder. The sensation so omniscient it keeps me sane to read the lyrics and chords to songs as I play and sing. Even ones that I already know. Without something as structured as sheet music in front of me my improvisation is destined to break into tiny shards of shattered crystal.…Continue