pictures help along the way little pictures my hand my art yours too

Here’s this picture “we say risky, oh too much, fill in, tag along, can you?” oh like a literary agent reading this, or a friend, a reader .. I suppose it could be both, this “introduction” flimsy, from the beginning of this organic blog, like me arranging sticks on a nature path, or spelling out a tiny word ..

Ah, for this to grow, the unknown, enough bright light ..

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So here is some writing I did this morning, “explaining all”? oh not quite, we move, pieces flitting, my meditation your public life we move pieces flitting .. assemble slowly the odd unavailable no religious group no cult no political party no anarchy no babies playing one little kid stealing a friends truck, giving it back when mommy says so explain how to share, ah alive adults no “mommy” does that good ..

So here’s the writing from this morning, offline, I write, I don’t know whether I will give it, this blog, more in the open, but anonymous, small, one of millions, ah people out in nature, some blogs are walking a little path, leaving clues, or no, leaving nothing “I was here” no – we just walk

We deal with important things, in nature, in reading

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Thursday, October 24, 2013  10:45 am

Life, eh .. “life terminally against us or cubbyhole radiant” it is like that, from the cubbyhole, radiate out, instead of dying, being crushed by it all.

You have something in there, have built something.

“Open it up and follow through, the full crazy.  Better than a religious group, giving women.  All you can stand, all they can stand, their love.  Be freaky, wholesome, new body, transfer into small prayer being, speaking floating words.  The love, the freaky love, splendid./ you jump across, it takes the chance, extreme chance, fills it in.  Grabs the exact moment, you are falling, falling, fill it in./  if you go that far, it will help you./ this book/ higher strange strange truth of universe, and beyond, work it, changed being, being of there/ as well as human, keep human, work together/ what we have always wanted, in our same body/ extend, to imaginary body, or seen, not matter, our minds, our faith, our belief, but living this time, do things that say you are stepping forward with a being we can live, of not-matter, floating in matter, you step into it, fill it in, as the door opens, you cannot go back, /say it, admit to it, fill it in/ is it there? yes it is, truth and beyond, of faith, not see, non-matter, now see it.  Trust this, like women in religious group, trust them, but they can only go so far, with their love, clean, wholesome .. this is not a sex cult, but farther, cleaner, trust, to hold together, to not break apart, entering this, the love, blowing you apart.

So in art, art say it all, we have less.  It spreads out, art be our love, that we can’t have – at least we are alive.  Art say it bigger, fantastick-er .. not touch it, we can’t, true love, we would break apart, explode, we only find the “just enough” religious groups, even that is thrilling, scary  .. now we have this, the eotu to prayer being to floating words, strange pieces, fill in .. live here .. with us .. be the transfer, you, and us, meeting, it can live, love this big can live, in small slight androgynous prayer being, she can speak the floating words .. it is a whole vast adding up, meditation, pain, work, to being able to orchestrate this – follow me, for yourself, add it up, in yourself, with this book – tell the story, the narrative, of us all, past any higher power that has been .. now step into it, the shit as well as the glory, transfer to this little being, just a feeling, she can do it, from our pain being read ..

She lives, from our patterns of pain, letdown, she lives, the energy clicks, she knows how to live, real, imagined, envisioned, the “story of higher power” “fulfilled” in a strange half-imaginary, full-meditation being created we can talk, feel, if accepted in by common man, the papers, the being, the chance, to create her, those that can .. the story, the narrative, of higher powers .. now ordinary .. weird it in .. step into it .. don’t fall ..

The story, background to this, happening, as images and meaning flit go away, come back, to hold on, see it through, public working with m.t.’s, the papers, the book, slowly, seeing what it is, taking the years and years .. meditation, public meditation, book .. this is real .. let me do it to you .. more than a fuck .. empty touch, use, this is more than that, for pleasure, of my mind, my soul what is that you do not know stay with me or suspect me am I another one, or do I go farther, who is a freak, for true trustable half human half something else, trustable freaky lies or truth grim human perspective of “nothing can happen” “we cannot fly, half unimaginable half words as stop in midair, turn to us” we stay put, suffering, dying “nothing can happen”  don’t tell us person step into it not dissolve, you become this not dissolve work years almost dissolve nervous disoriented you have gone into it beginnings of achieved it/– impossible, freaky, you are stable.  Let me too take the leap, unimaginable fucked up safe and achieving it, we trust you, eric, we had legs arms holes strangers known people positions grapple grape gasps, now what is this, in our heart, in our meaningless over used can’t take risk soul asking like for birthday present anything, past depth, laughed at, held tight, not enough, peters out, past it all, past not saying what we wanted to, didn’t have the materials papers life make a living fill in, show art in galleries/ being what we wanted to at a level wouldn’t fill in fantastic levels happy for us come along bright-eyed safe fill in from unknown/ so stuck right now, can’t step into it/, would never define it, past cataclysm disaster haemorrhage hospital mental home “we stay put” who will negotiate it, feel those things but make it through, alive, contributing to society/ can you feel it here/ career, family, home, but more something is here, risk danger he has done it so we may do it calmly packaged or still risk but much less so, he has found the pieces that click, amongst much danger/ was missing, all this, he went missing, so did we even thinking about this “no! stop!” or go, go through with this, not a leader, just another struggling human .. nasty playful struggling to be good, in a big way, in a fantastic way

How a human might achieve it, fool-around danger nasty but good, finally works

Flitting images

The fuckPapers of meritmore

We see this strange book, gentle opening up papers of art, of risk danger fool-around nasty a greater good brighter danger of confusion walk into it, from “i money earth” we go to a better world we show in galleries calm, come through it all, with not just the same old thing, or is it/, or eye of hope of heart of fuck on earth

Strange go farther than fuck naked her body my body yours theirs assorted anything settle down wonder keep wondering never fulfilled can’t tell her she can’t tell you leave it alone or this, alas this ..

At last this.

orStrange the aping papers that hold so much munching plants food from the forest book is it city forest downtown nowhere in us them proceed protect go precious you and me to this shyly sitting there at tables pushing papers forward unable to speak “I show in galleries, from all this, alas .. settle in ..” at least I am safe, for now, we are all safe, for now/ taking this beginning to somewhere of luck with fuck in universe and beyond – no we can never do that – naked with universe and beyond fit into being that we can be out there, bring it right here, it and us on this earth, share, its being, ours /no! I cannot will not risk that much! in how I will be seen as others, as a freak, no! I will show in galleries that’s all/ on edge of universe

no, here, silly, ha ha

it is over/Jeer now, cheer now, fool eric “you did okay eric little life at least you didn’t die drug-addicted protestor, at least that, poverty, drug addiction, you once screamed! /for it all to even out, become something .. now what did it end up as ..” not supposed to be talking like this, eric, do it in galleries in art/ something here, just something/ narrative how we tell it share be published recognized held book reader/, something/ tucked in tuned/ can get it feel it, orchestrate it, higher than we were risk danger no/ safe level/ partake safe fantasy of book or live possible at this time, pushing into it, having it .. this metamorphosis …

Living, able to do both, protestor found a way this .. selling papers, art, but more, living this life showstyle house clothes no, surviving, making a living at this but holding on its heart hanger coat hooks life smile in your home come in gobble the coats come in regurgitate them later come in sit with us that by the side, doing the extra work meditation if and sigh, others that don’t do the meditation, all of us! supporting the meditation, as a friend that does, and share who can say and do this, the marketplace whim strange nakedness of a body in this way farther freak book we don’t have unknown enough give us back unknown ha ha we surge construction of unknown into known patter not-matter here in matter

Smile eric we address you waver hi .. or string along connection Wear it in, scattered pieces reach calm down extend hand, fill in little dots

As I fill in my meditation with world, you fill in yours with me/ we each have a god a human an ordinary

World

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Then, after that, settle in no one coming to the door simple interviews on book one of many the style as it happened, the park, the police, the book, the risk, Janis tapping it, me feeling crazy for most of it

And you filling in kind bits don’t panic want to fill in later

And Shae there, a religious lady? Is she? The love of a religious lady? Understanding this enough oh baby your religious lady stance kindness giving nice/ not enough/ or this/ nasty/ working to good, like the world us/ you had yours too soon, I still love you baby still need you people like that I survive I hope I don’t insult I hope I don’t/ somewhat?

Did I go too far, was too graphic, too referential past smack fun bleed hurt myself not fun throw myself to risk tumble down cliff step up dust myself off with this?

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So that’s that writing there here I am halfway to the blog not in book file just another little file saying hello, but little drawings yeah crude or take years to have right balance not too threatening “of high skill” “ha you sure get away with that one, eric! Maybe you have no skill!” /oh be quiet now, but little drawings, of the blues, tough times, big things to explain, not just the blues singing out that it’s tough need some love get me through – I guess this book stretches further tries to touch outer space love or further connection contact through meditation just walking around in life but it’s not our same language oh sure we use English here sort of some misspellings in some work jittery trying to get more out of language can’t give and little pictures and just moseying along, bigger picture, far bigger, impossible for humans

Unfathomable wandering a million pages

Like all the books all the internet all our lives

Wandering

Finding nothing

Draw little pictures and giggle

Each spot in here this book with the threads to everything