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full circle [28 Jul 2004|12:37am]
[ mood | an asteroid ]

New worlds are coming into play. I am nearing the rear. Back to square one where it
is only I. The beast is at the begining, where I should have stayed. The start is where brilliance dwells. Tis time to shine.

1 buzzard in the attic

alone and brilliant [21 Jul 2004|03:28am]
[ mood | ready ]

Magical obsession is that state when the mind is illuminated by subconscious activity
evoked voluntarily by formula at our own time, etc., for inspiration. It is the condition of genius.
ALL geniuses have active subconsciousness, and the less we are aware of the fact, the
greater our accomplishments. The subconsciousness is exploited by desire reaching it.
So consciousness should not contain the "great" desire once the ego has wished: and
should be filled with an affected ambition for something different, not vice-versa,
the inevitable penalty of cowardice lurking somewhere: surely not an inglorious deceit? Genius, like heroism, is a matter of bravery -- you have to forget fear, or incapacity somehow....hence its expression is always spontaneous. How simple for me to acquire genius -- you know the means; who will take the plunge? The learning of "How"
is the eternal "Why" -- unanswered!!!!! A genius is such, because he does not know how or why.

It's funny how the brain moves when given room to breathe............................
...................................................................I am home again.

1 buzzard in the attic

betrayal [14 Jul 2004|02:01am]
[ mood | hot blood ]

a scalawag is my creator and i will have his fucking head.

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LIES!!!!!!!!!! [12 Jul 2004|03:06am]
adam deal invented the wheel
walter neel made blood from steel
while liz agrees to get on her knees
lou grows trees from skeleton keys
amy designs a house without lines
purple shines as my love declines
lava sunk in motionless junk
and everyone murdered the sad little skunk
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anxious rush of red [05 Jul 2004|04:30pm]
[ mood | hell ]

it's been a couple weeks since my last entry. reason being that it just ain't a major concern of mine. but right now i have a few minutes to kill. the past couple of days my blood has been running much faster than usual and well above the appropriate temperature. sneaky hands are rearranging my little shelter which i have spent the last four years of my life constructing. filthy fucking fingers are tipping my cradle.

if they do succeed and i do end up on the hard, arid, without a lick of compassion slab below
then my friend you all will witness the most brilliant of explosions, a monsoon of fierce imagination, creativity at full throttle, a blue fire bigger than all of your gods combined.

3 buzzards in the attic

pushin' to impress [10 Jun 2004|04:06am]
[ mood | red smoke ]

tonight i began working on a painting which i plan to give to ogre and key at the skinny puppy show in atlanta on the 25th of this month. i am curious as to what kind of reaction i will get. more than likely a positive one, that is if the product finishes as pretty as planned. if i have time i might actually do two individual pieces(one for each), but that may be pushing it a little.
oh, and also earlier today i found a used tooth(i think it was used),put it inside of an envelope labeled "ruff ryders, ride or die" and slipped it under my neighbor's door, i hope she doesn't have another stroke.

a painting i did last year..Collapse )

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i still don't have a feel for this [09 Jun 2004|12:51am]
my 2nd entry: i walked today, i took breath(many), played the barista(my assigned station), put my ink supply dry and in the mess of it all possibly bred. that's all that i have for right now. surely, the more familiar i get with this journal jive the more i will have to confess.
(chopper, sick balls)
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my tongue is in reverse/remove your thumb from my lesion [05 Jun 2004|04:01pm]
[ mood | daisies ]

hello, i am the buzzard. this is all new to me. this is my first entry ever. i've been below the surface picking at the fibers for quite some time now. please help me get accustomed to this intangible way of making acquaintances. thank you.

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