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December 22nd, 2007

End of year approaches and I have had enough of going absolutely nowhere. Pushing on I embrace the coming year with hope and enthusiasm and without expectation.

November 15th, 2007

Hammer down a business pile dual-action cleanse, healthy movements daily

November 2nd, 2007: Underdose

mushroom exchange yesterday pig titan at the wheel rats dropping from the sky salacious crumb fills the mouth nein numb finds a meal

September 22nt, 2007

up to snuff or good enough. you decide. just can't get enough of that double-tough, rough and tumble business stuff. so give me your hand and get oust. rrruuuunnn!!!

A Delightful Romp through the 2007 PDX Zine Symposium

Some friends and I recently gathered in Portland, Oregon for the 2007 PDX Zine Symposium. Held on the lush campus of Portland State University, this was the seventh annual zine convention, featuring an abundance of tablers, zinesters, and visitors. Although we did not purchase a display table this year, we did represent our graphic zine collective, Dead Letter Art (DLa) by making the rounds, checking out new zines, and sharing issues of DLa. Since the annual Zine Symposium began in 2000, ...

July 03rd, 2007

deep in the trenches of cyberspace flow to the rhythms of ancient pursuits the focus and immediacy of now this very moment nothingness, details elaborate, exquisite, atmospheric details, nonetheless i embrace the present moment, transforming chaos into reason

June 21, 2007

working on it. getting there. swimming to the other side of the never-ending pool. letting go. holding on. nurturing hope in spite of relentless pursuits.. almost almost there. only another step behind on the treadmill marathon.

April 13, 2007

Tales from the icebox: Recall, from June 21st, 1998, the Throat Standard. Forget, from January 3rd, 1999, the Fantasy. Enjoy, from June 13th, 1999, Refreshments. Open, from September 19th, 1999, Business. See, from September 17th, 2000, Boost. Embrace, from December 19th, 2001, Lift. Remember, from July 2nd, 2002, B u r n. Welcome, from June 16th, 2003, Lorelei.

Memorable Quotes, Part 2

i heard today that caos is better to live and create in than in a world of pure even, balanced, organized utopia.

December 2006

Tomorrow changes moments into memories, life unfolds anew.

The Song of the Sibyl

An eternal king will come Dressed in our mortal flesh: He will come from heaven certainly To pass judgement on the century. Before judgement is passed A great sign will show itself: The sun will lose its shine The earth will tremble with fear. After will come mighty thunder A sign of great wrath: In an infernal confusion Lightning and cries will resound. A great fire will come down from heaven In a stink of sulphur And the earth will burn furiously And great terror will afflict people. After will come the terrible signal Of a great earthquake As rocks shatter And mountains collapse. Then no-one will have pieces of gold Silver or riches, And everyone will await The sentence. Death will leave them without a penny, And will crush them all: There will remain only ...

October 2006

tired, waiting and nursing a coldness while staring at the new reality that awaits. dropped habits, spent time, and preparations for tomorrow. make haste, oh most gracious and patient Lord, to grow my life according to your perfect will.

Memorable Quotes, Part 1

Interesting... then the problem is likely to be in the HeNe signal chain somewhere. Look at TP1 and TP2 for analog versions of the HeNe laser clock, and TP6 (or TP8?) for the digital version of that clock. It should look like a variable but mostly steady clocking sine wave or square wave.

July 2006

like fast and stuff with fingers splashing code, head spinz and and. here again to share the now without reservation a calm deliberation to accomplish what must be done. that’s all for now — gotta run.. ..wake me up when september ends.

Nine Feet

I’m a moral in a secret box, An earthworm, chewing through a sour meal, A home, still within the daisy farm. Oh, black ants, parasites, nematodes. This trunk’s cold with its precious relics. Jackpot’s dying for foxy diggers. I’m an end, a joke, a passing fad. I’ve left my mark to make a payment, Jumped in the lake with my mom and dad.

Business is No Object

Microsoft Windows XP [Version 5.1.2600] (C) Copyright 1985-2000 Microsoft Corp. H:\>ping localhost Pinging mozilla.biz [127.0.0.1] with 32 bytes of data: Reply from 127.0.0.1: bytes=32 time

March 2006

i fight a hellish battle everyday. always something or someone demanding attention, time, effort. i am most often glad to help, but looking ahead i see only miles and miles of work, stress, and struggle. every moment is a profound gift that passes before it is realized. i am learning how to put the needs of others ahead of my own. the constant talking may very well drive me insane.

January 2006

settle into that wretched skin of yours, but don’t try too hard or get too used it because you are here today and gone tomorrow, although it is only in retrospect that time passes quickly. in the meantime, during the slow wait, time crawls as it flies. so another year begins -- much has changed, and much will change. i am wide awake, watching, and waiting. sunrise.

October 2005

i am not as paranoid as i could be.

September 2005

bob stepped with caution through the quiet kitchen. the room hummed as he reached into the fridge. "everything is loud -- nothing is quiet these days" he thought as the door clapped shut. the floor squeaked as he stepped toward the garden window. he stared at pat, who sat still among the hedgerow. pat understood the traffic, which raced past this hour...

Let’s go

And the purpose is, swimming through, muscles into pain, through which to see, sailing oceans of life.

August 2005

trying and enjoying. advanced subtleness. trying to change and to change not, a constant battle wrought beneath the ruins. self versus sacrifice, or somehwere in-between. i look toward autumn and hope for the best.. i pray winter finds us safe and in good health. help me get back to where i once belonged.

April 2005

like water through sand, so there is plenty space. you can look it. insane. this too will pass. it is already now. time manipulation. through thought. through change. through time. collective. oneness. change. or echoes.

March 2005

contourism enfolds refractionistic spatialism entrapment refinations envelope externalism locationality addresses informality formally evening chills under thick fog tonight winter delivers us lingering echoes and dust noodles snapping bacon faces race to the finish. slap your face off. slap that nasty face off. mister evil versus mystery veal serves meat, takes names. extend biscuit over ocean reveal missing business secret recipe for success basket cases raping places place your bets off. i would like to place my bet please. slam dunking. slam that fantasy dunking. i love you long time. hand pancake and mayonnaise and a man sandwich can manage backmask flashback chainsaw brainwash system system six system seven system eight nine ten ecosticality / ecosticalism

biz koanz / art haiku

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