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I just wanted to post some lryics, that I've thought had/has some deep meaning to them. Comment and let me know what you think the meanings are and what you think.

Lennon/McCartney Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream, It is not dying, it is not dying Lay down al thoughts, surrender to the void, It is shining, it is shining. Yet you may see the meaning of within It is being, it is being Love is all and love is everyone It is knowing, it is knowing And ignorance and hate mourn the dead It is believing, it is believing But listen to the colour of your dreams It is not leaving, it is not leaving So play the game "Existence" to the end Of the beginning, of the beginning album _The Velvet Underground and Nico_ (The Velvet Underground, 1967) witten by Lou Reed I don't know just where I'm going But I'm gonna try for the kingdom if I can 'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man When I put a spike into my vein Then I tell you things aren't quite the same When I'm rushing on my run And I feel just like Jesus' son And I guess that I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know I have made big decision I'm gonna try to nullify my life 'Cause when the blood begins to flow When it shoots up the dropper's neck When I'm closing in on death   And you can't help me, not you guys Or all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk You can all go take a walk And I guess I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know   I wish that I was born a thousand years ago I wish that I'd sailed the darkened seas On a great big clipper ship Going from this land here to that Ah, in a sailor's suit and cap   Away from the big city Where a man cannot be free Of all the evils of this town And of himself and those around Oh, and I guess that I just don't know Oh, and I guess that I just don't know   Heroin, be the death of me Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life, ha-ha Because a mainer to my vein Leads to a center in my head And then I'm better off than dead   Because when the smack begins to flow I really don't care anymore About all the Jim-Jims in this town And all the politicians making crazy sounds And everybody putting everybody else down And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds   'Cause when the smack begins to flow Then I really don't care anymore   Ah, when that heroin is in my blood, hah And that blood is in my head Man thank God that I'm good as dead And thank your God that I'm not aware And thank God that I just don't care And I guess that I just don't know Oh, and I guess that I just don't know

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This is going to be a short post but, I've been Commissioned to Do come up with a new logo and snappy saying for a local radio station.   So I'll be working on the art work and saying for that station. I hope all will go well and you will be able to see the logo and saying soon.  I been thinking on an Moose for the station mascot

 

Dan

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This is going to be a short post but, I've been Commissioned to Do come up with a new logo and snappy saying for a local radio station.   So I'll be working on the art work and saying for that station. I hope all will go well and you will be able to see the logo and saying soon.  I been thinking on an Moose for the station mascot

 

Dan

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My Velentines Poem

I shot an arrow up in the air, and hit cupid right in the dairy-air!
He screamed and shouted in pain and called me a fairy,
so a drew again and shot him again.  He let out a scream and droped all his candy.

 

I laughed with delight as the candy fell from the air.
I yelled back, don't call me a fairy,  you diaper wearing freak!   
you fly around  with nothing more on then a diaper, and you call me a fairy?

 

Then he quickly flew off, with two arrows stuck in his ass, and thats how
I got my velentines candy this year.

 

 

   Happy velentines to all the ladies out there and to all!  ;)

 My LD is far away but I sent a card and  can talk on the phone and email also

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I had  read this in collage and now, I taken a course in poetry.  It's a satire written by Allen Ginsberg.  We all felt this way one time or another( I have many times!!) I hope you enjoy it as much as I did; please comment and let me know what it means to you and what you thought about it. 

America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956.
I can't stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
I don't feel good don't bother me.
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I'm sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Burroughs is in Tangiers I don't think he'll come back it's sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
I'm trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I'm doing.
America the plum blossoms are falling.
I haven't read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for
murder.
America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I'm not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there's going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right.
I won't say the Lord's Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I still haven't told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over
from Russia.

I'm addressing you.
Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Time Magazine?
I'm obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
It's always telling me about responsibility. Businessmen are serious. Movie
producers are serious. Everybody's serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.

Asia is rising against me.
I haven't got a chinaman's chance.
I'd better consider my national resources.
My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals
an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles and hour and
twentyfivethousand mental institutions.
I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underpriviliged who live in
my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns.
I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers is the next to go.
My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I'm a Catholic.

America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his
automobiles more so they're all different sexes
America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe
America free Tom Mooney
America save the Spanish Loyalists
America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die
America I am the Scottsboro boys.
America when I was seven momma took me to Communist Cell meetings they
sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the
speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the
workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party
was in 1935 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother
Bloor made me cry I once saw Israel Amter plain. Everybody must have
been a spy.
America you don're really want to go to war.
America it's them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia's power mad. She wants to take
our cars from out our garages.
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Reader's Digest. her wants our
auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations.
That no good. Ugh. Him makes Indians learn read. Him need big black niggers.
Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set.
America is this correct?
I'd better get right down to the job.
It's true I don't want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts
factories, I'm nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.

Poem America By Allen Ginsberg 1956. work in collection: American favorite poems.

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