tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58012672011-08-03T02:13:58.909-07:00Misplaced Humility and Delusions of GrandeurI like to write stuff.
I like to engage in dialouge with others about the stuff in my head.
Luckly these two are now compatible.
Sometimes I take
<a href="http://smnokey.deviantart.com/">Pictures</a>Smnokeynoreply@blogger.comBlogger291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1165447501050967522006-12-06T15:14:00.000-08:002006-12-06T15:28:13.476-08:00Comic to readI know that I have to pull some of your nails to get you out of your ivory towers and read a comic.This one is more timely to current events and politics instead of the irish ninjas and the talking jamacian wardrobes of the last comic related post. Hell they even name drop Hegel if that's up your vien.ShootingwarA embeded reporter in Iraq. 20 years in future. cool art style combines Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1164103034438510832006-11-21T01:49:00.000-08:002006-11-21T01:57:15.270-08:00This is what Twelve hours in holding is like Fat Eddie Murphy Movie number 2MatrixMatrix, again, not number 2Alice in wonderlandAladdin (set the genie free, make the thief a prince)Aladdin 2Antz (Later on I was told they played Bambi followed by Full Metal Jacket)All loud enough that you can’t sleep but not loud enough to hear over idiots ===============Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1163571260057628302006-11-14T22:12:00.000-08:002006-11-14T22:14:20.070-08:00I sirs and madams have found a new form of transport Forthwith I will no longer worry about car insurance Nary will I deal the cost of gas I am part of the monstrosity that inhabits the roads And why just one? A pantheon of transport is available to my needs Each as big as the last MAXing out the traffic on the road I even have a supplicant chauffeur to Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1163227754190966262006-11-10T22:46:00.000-08:002006-11-10T22:49:14.200-08:00I just got back from jail.52 hours i thinkto keep from freaking out i took notes and assessed the place from a sociological standpointjoke from lockdown:What is the bird of love?The doveWhat is the bird of true love?The SwallowThe guy who told me this joke also told me that"It was in self-defense"He was a funny guy....Lemme go through these notes a bit more and figure out what I want to write, Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1162967559346651022006-11-07T22:31:00.000-08:002006-11-07T22:32:39.356-08:00Above all, do not lie to yourself. A man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point where he does not discern any truth either in himself or anywhere around him, and thus falls into disrespect towards himself and others. Not respecting anyone, he ceases to love, and having no love, he gives himself up to passions and coarse pleasures, in order to occupy and amuse himself, andSmnokeynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1162875874219879642006-11-06T20:36:00.000-08:002006-11-06T21:04:34.230-08:00The meaning of ritual.I if anything am a rationalist. In doing so I limit the deck of cards that I use in my spiritual pursuits. To me there is no karma, there is no reincarnation or any reason for use to live. We are nice to each other because we fear what others would do if we are not nice. This or we are nice because we want others to be nice to us. This is good, but it provides no meaning. Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1161763744127709582006-10-25T01:07:00.000-07:002006-10-25T01:09:04.136-07:00there will be fuller posts in the futurebut for nowlookatcloudsnew real stuff coming soon as soon... .. . ... .... ... ...... .Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1161182039112689942006-10-18T07:23:00.000-07:002006-10-18T07:47:16.350-07:00BosintangBosintang is made by boiling dog meat with thin soy paste,tearing it into pieces, putting ingredients such as green onion, leek, stalk of taro, brake into broth, and boiling it again to make Bosintang. In Kyungsang province, to get rid of the smell, perilla purple are put in the soup. Perilla are also used for ridding the smell. Taste of perilla is similar to that of dog, and it becomes Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1160548368690468432006-10-10T23:28:00.000-07:002006-10-10T23:32:48.700-07:00Our family needs a puppy. Why a puppy? Because we don't connect. When we talk it is all Darwinian. What did you do today that proved that you are adaptable to your environment? Can you outshine the other humans to prove in this gracious meritocracy that we live in that you are worth more? Our friend’s family got a puppy. They had dogs before but this was different. The other two dogs ____ and ___Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1160075435553397792006-10-05T12:00:00.000-07:002006-10-05T12:10:35.570-07:00…. A continuation of this post…… People don’t like your art because they don’t value what you do. Perhaps a person can look at your “piece” or your writing and notice all the influences and all the allusions, comprehending it in all its glory. They can look and say, yeah I see that “the Monkey represents Sharing”; but in the context that you think you so cleverly put the monkey is not Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1159764737374888542006-10-01T19:56:00.000-07:002006-10-03T16:14:46.816-07:00Went to dark skies.Helped set stuff up, like a hyper cube.baby sat a turtle.Got flogged in a dungeon (outdoor dungeon).met a lot of nice people.discovered the wheel (think mini pizza slicer with spikes not a disc).flogged someone in a dungeon.sat at a tropical themed ramshackle bar in the middle of the desert.naked.Fell into a trance and danced around a fire until exhuastion.Found a resmblance ofSmnokeynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1159421097976946462006-09-27T22:23:00.000-07:002006-10-05T12:37:21.253-07:00PBS has a special out about Andy Warhol and his art, what it meant and the controversy behind it. This included the exultation of “Andy”. Feeling that he exhausted the physical medium Andy turned to B/W film without sound. Six hours of a camera focused on a sky scraper. Someone getting his hair cut with a friend watching on as they look at the camera. “Screen tests” where visitors (to the point Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1158914239883142882006-09-22T01:31:00.000-07:002006-09-22T01:37:19.896-07:00Don’t judge a book by its cover. To judge a book by the cover is to discredit the author, who rarely chooses his cover design. People on the other hand should be judged by their covers. Everyone uses their clothes to express who they are, and those who don’t have reasons why. Even that guy who looks like he doesn’t care about what he is wearing, at the least you can tell that he doesn’t know Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1158910742693351552006-09-22T00:31:00.000-07:002006-09-22T00:39:02.703-07:00Hey babe where you at? Hiding behind that bottle, or inside? Let me drink it all up; before you drown. Dilute my intelligence, until I find myself profound. ====== In other news, 4 weeks w/o booze ====== There are more scary things then terrorism that can kill you, ask the bunny. Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1158435588155641382006-09-16T12:34:00.000-07:002006-09-16T12:39:48.170-07:00Why is it that one can quickly look at something and realize that it is Christian? A friend of mine had a magazine sitting on a wooden table; looking at it I saw the title was Relevant. I knew this. Still, I did a double take to see if it was “Reverent”. The cover only gave one clue, “Can drugs bring you closer to God?” Flipping through the pages I was impressed at the lack of preaching and the Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1158221651665837222006-09-14T00:56:00.000-07:002006-09-14T22:27:45.196-07:00There is a checklist of life that seems to be always scrolling through my head. Often times I don’t know what is on the list until it is accomplished, other times I actively search it out.Dance on a table top/bar with a beautiful girl. Check.Unplanned.Watch a sunrise over the Himalayas with the clouds beneath me that rose from the morning dew of the rain forest as they ensconce the foothills. Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1158211868046046522006-09-13T22:10:00.000-07:002006-09-13T22:32:04.156-07:00Miss lovely moon cuts through water at night creating thin ribbons of lighttaking its invincible mightsplit by mind’s sightIndivisible as it might seembeyond our thoughts our eyes can not seeThat which we want is not what we seebut what we dream it to beSo cast aside your desiresand you will quench your self consuming fireThen the question is left of your lifeNow without any desire will you not Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1157951638427210822006-09-10T22:04:00.000-07:002006-09-10T23:39:41.936-07:00Online comics for you to peruse on a lazy day off when you don’t want or have the budget to drive to the comic book store and pick up some Preacher that you don’t have… though you should check it out if you haven’t yet. If Sin City whets your appetite to comics then jump in here… The Adventures of Dr. Mc Ninja.He is a Doctor, he is a Ninja, he is Irish. He fights sombrero clad raptor riders and Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1157653735230724992006-09-07T11:25:00.000-07:002006-09-07T11:35:13.713-07:00Its time for a blast from the past; a choose your own adventure.Pg. 1 You walk into a scenester party. To your left is a bunch of hipsters talking about something. To your right is and old displaced man. He is smelly. He is thirty feet away and you can tell.Choice:Go left. Pg. 12Go right. Pg. 24Pg. 12The scenesters are going on about music and new stuff they have heard, and comparing notes on Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1157605993945920282006-09-06T22:08:00.000-07:002006-09-06T22:13:13.956-07:00The ultimate futility of Clairvoyance How cool would it be if you could predict the future? Now you could find the lottery numbers. The new house is yours and so is the car and the beautiful wife. But then you ask yourself, what is this beautiful car, and this beautiful wife, where does this highway go to? But you already know. Of course clairvoyance doesn’t mean that you can change the future, Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1157508641904284582006-09-05T19:08:00.000-07:002006-09-05T19:10:41.920-07:00Two WorldsThe golden hue of Johnny BlackIn a crystal glass On my French cuffed handWhich alsoBalances A cigaretteEyes half closedThe meditating monkCross legged on a tatami mat In an orange robeBurning incense In front of himBreathingEyes half openSmnokeynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1157214458940971682006-09-02T09:23:00.000-07:002006-09-02T09:27:38.953-07:00What’s hip? More than the projecting part of each side of the body formed by the side of the pelvis and the upper part of the femur and the flesh covering them. New, vintage, new-wave ironic and self possessed… all hip. What’s cool? Is it chill, lacking emotion… or can a raging bull be cool? Maybe we should go back to high school and ask the cool kids, the antithesis of the hipsters, not ironic Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1157052109525380622006-08-31T12:17:00.000-07:002006-08-31T12:21:49.536-07:00There is little to be said about an evening walk. I spent many a might in Reno wandering past the conifers into the evergreens. I can’t keep thoughts together n my head and the leaves help. I rather the leaves drift along the ground then the booze twist in me. Attach thoughts to the rise and fall of the horizon; let them swirl away with the paths of unattached leaves. The mist that is released Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1156783357574572322006-08-28T09:38:00.000-07:002006-08-28T09:42:37.586-07:00A buddy of mine watches a friend of his eating a burger. He chomps slowly at the greasy road side brick. A mouth that has spit out many a euphonious word is now licking the sauce off his tight chapped upper lip like a whore on his asshole. A slice of Americana served up hot and fresh for the masses that docilely lick and chew, expectorating bits of over salted cow. And here he is indulging in theSmnokeynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1156647803825747522006-08-26T19:55:00.000-07:002006-08-28T10:46:32.410-07:00And here comes a reflection of Artemis herselfmore or lessfor even a reflection is an oppositeright hand now leftArtemis the virgin hunterOutright death from her golden feathersHer image in Narcissus’s waterbeguiles in a different mannerEntrancing the lone shipwrecked sailor upon her Venus Deltaas she has many beforeDressed in Lotus Petals hand outstretched before herMind of MedeaThe goddess Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1156474811820823112006-08-24T20:00:00.001-07:002006-08-25T20:50:02.440-07:00Addiction is a bitchnasty itchyou itchand twitch and twitchbecause you can’t find the proper switcha glass I feel normalbut I don’t feel finesooths my mindbuys me timeBut hey,life is great if you don’t hesitateDon’t waitraise your glassand celebrate!It’s all happening now seize the libationsgive in to the temptationsand feel it nowbecause this too shall soon pass…To join the dregs of what could Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1156122569212695822006-08-20T17:54:00.000-07:002006-08-28T10:37:42.033-07:00I look askance at the balckistani despite how nice he may be. Maybe its because of the Encye striped polo that he is wearing as he steps out of a metallic puke colored Taurus w/ a dent on the drivers side door that keeps it from opening fully as the light shines of the brand new (and very expensive) 18 inch dubs. His shoes don’t match his outfit. He didn’t think it through; though the metal on Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1156058431244893222006-08-20T00:12:00.000-07:002006-08-28T10:35:12.106-07:00Today I ran 5k, meditated and had precise control of my razor. I prepared a breakfast of a soft boiled egg to dunk my soldiers into as I read the local paper, then to the coffee house for a trip through the NY Times with my immaculate intelligence to scry imaginative omens using the past as a guide. Compare a picture in my head of the nymphet in fishnets, toes curling over her (fake) Chanel bag; Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5801267.post-1063329451551750622003-09-11T18:17:00.000-07:002003-09-11T18:17:31.623-07:00This is a test, a test as to wether i find myself important enough to post about.Smnokeynoreply@blogger.com0