Thursday, May 27, 2010

Hell is a Hospital

I decided to call Hell. They picked up on the first ring, "How'd you get this number?"
"Let me speak to the Devil."
"There's no one here by that name." Click. They hung up the phone.
"You again? How did you get this number?"
"Let me speak to the Devil"
"Look soul, there is no Devil, only Hell and the souls who choose to come here."
"Why would anyone choose to go to Hell?"

"Hell is a hospital. Where souls admit to themselves they've lost their way. Here tiny flames burn doubt and religion til there's nothing left but pure spirit. Then they go home."
"Where's home?"

photo: pay phone in subway - taken with iPhone 3GS & Hipstamatic app

Sunday, May 23, 2010


Everybody was looking up, when I got outside. A UFO crashing into the sun. No, more like an eclipse being caused by the craft. It was several city blocks wide, shiny and had apparatus hanging underneath.

As the vehicle covered Sol, our hearts faultered. All this time, we considered ourselves powerful, even superior. Well, this round disk just burst our bubble.

Slowly it moved, until we could'nt see our original god. We became agnostics; for what do you call a power greater than your Truth? Slowly it moves from theology to velocity, the ship sped off to some unknown star.

We breathe again. There were hundreds of us on the street that afternoon. All bonded; a family of strangers with a story no one would believe. The saucer was gone, but we could never go home again.

photo: curved awning of building facing street light - taken with iPhone 3GS & Hipstamatic app

Thursday, May 20, 2010

The Tower

My Love. I know she's up there. Stranded in a midnight of concrete and steel.

My Scars. My Scars tell the story. Those archers, the knights without end, they all have wounded me. Liberating pieces of my flesh. Pigeons gather, eat the crumbs of my broken body.

Her smile. In the struggle, her smile was lost to me; only hate and revenge for comfort. They are my soul mates. When I finally free her from this mountain, will I be the man she once knew? How could I? When all that made me beautiful has beaten into swords.

photo: info column on underground subway platform - taken w/ iPhone 3GS & Hipstamatic app

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Apple Time Machine

I got this time machine that's always late. It's not the machine's fault. I've just been lazy with maintenance.

The vibrations from time travel cause the control dials to slide backwards sometimes. A screwdriver could've fix that.

The monitor doesn't turn or swivel easily, so I can't see if there are palm trees or dinosaurs ahead. Some WD-40 knock that rust right out.

Duct tape could have saved the Titanic. My multiple-dimensional side-view mirror keeps falling off: catastrophies are closer than they appear.

What's the point of having a time machine that's always late? To impress the girls, the iPad is too expensive.

photo: caught multiple reflections off subway train window, while riding in train - taken w/ iPhone 3GS. Adjusted image contrast, saturation with PS Mobile app

Train of Thought

Every evening, my mind rides the train. Crowded with thoughts of all kinds, rushing by sitting there. Each one caught up in its own thoughts of itself. Crowded. Some won't move over for the new thoughts, so they have to stand, wait their turn for comfort.

I got this bad vibe, she didn't even want a seat. Just standing there basking in apprehension. Stared at her for awhile, but she didn't want to gave it back. Other thoughts got attracted to her, then lost in her. The train was clearing out.

Her gravity was strong. Rocking, rotating with the uneasiness of cowboy on the Rez. This idea served no real purpose, being a creation of the ego. But even illusions get respect, if they demand it.

After I snapped a picture, my attenion turns to other passengers. The bad vibe goes away. Sometimes I forget: the universe is mental.

Photo: officer in subway train car - taken w/ iPhone 3GS. Image adjusted using PS Mobile app. Microsoft Paint on my PC for black bar.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Who Is Elena Kagan?

Lindsey Graham Questioning Elena Kagan - 2/10/2009

I'm not jumping on the Elena Kagan bandwagon, because Liberal media says so. What are her views, Man?! Here's a quick video from Kagan's Solicitor General hearings. Peep the point about reclassifying folks as enemy combatants, so they can be imprisoned forever. Video from 2/10/2009.

Friday, May 14, 2010

It's Only a Ride

Why are politics and religion so divisive? Because they make us so insecure. Anytime a mental construct contradicts Nature, we become insecure. In Nature, diversity is a rule, multiple solutions are a principal and there is very little inter-species killing. Religion and politics forces us to violate all these. You can be talking to a person about family, the weather or love and have a beautiful vibe with them; bring up religion or politics and get stamped with a label "Oh, you're one of those types who think the government should take care of everybody, huh?"
What would religion be without Hell or the dogmatism that sends you there? What of politics? What if engineers resolved issues like speed limits and technicians worked on how resources get distributed? Why would we need Dems and GOPs? Seems like a pipe-dream, but so was the light bulb.

Don't Drink the Kool-Aid (tea)
The tumor taking over the GOP: this TeaParty, isn’t a new phenomenon. The Base* has always been there, they resisted the Emancipation, 40 acres and a mule, Civil Rights, Social Safety net programs and immigration from non-European countries. They’re against big Gov't, but pro big military and pro expansion of police powers. The same forces arrayed against you by a big gov't when it turns on you – smart huh?
These are basically some white people (and 6 Black people) who can be convinced to vote against their economic interests due to their faux-identification with the ruling elite. They can be tricked into voting for a W. Bush cause he's a rich "white boy", but his father, former CIA head and US President reps for the Saudi Arabian royal family... Arabs. It's not about money or culture, it's about ego and power aggregation.

That being said, who gives a damn, as long if your kids are healthy, your job or business is doing well and you gettin regular lovin. If you aren't, well… that's when the aberrant behavior creeps in - so someone goes "Postal" or "Jihadi", same thing. From my comfortable Western environ (for which I am very grateful), I vent about Palestine, Greece and Afghanistan. But there no war in my children’s eyes, no bombs in their ears and I can't help but be stilled and humble by this. My worst days on this planet are often washed away by laughter and I remember that this life - it's only a ride.
*Al Qaeda translates into "the Base" in english.