The largest known dwaf planet in our solar system has been named Eris!

My interest in the new white buffalo born and why the Beefalo became real No, wait- what?!?

A drone eye passed over conciousness collects the data and becomes infected with the reasons for misalignment.
The machine reveals what the recordings have donated, a thin film over the space like the surface of a bubble soon to burst.

Due to recent spamming of our comments, you now must be logged in to post a comment on this site. I didn't want it like that, but I guess it should have always been that way.

Damn blog terrorists.
-KO

We rise from
the earth's shadow
shining amid
morning dew,
dawn is an
explosion of rainbows.
The bright shadows
float across space,
the mountains are buffalo,
the horizon is a golden, brown, blonde mane.

Single lines
single rows
single thoughts
affection
repression
expectation
religion

-E. Bandito

This Is the remix of "we are all dreams of the same being" Sampled sounds from Oak Street, Dusty, Amy, Al, and David.

http://www.acidplanet.com/radio/playartist.asp?AID=494969&T=85

Or search AcidPlanet.com for jamzik

Here's the unfinished last of the Ripped Movies. Perhaps it will be finished, some day...

OH AMERICA!

Oh America the beautiful.
Queen of Liberty.
Of the world the Great Mistress.

You the most fair among the nations.
You the most desired.
You the most wanted

Oh America!
Now you send your daughters and sons to spill their blood on the sands of the East,
To die and bleed for the good of the people.


Great is the pain you give to the world.
Great is the sadness you make the world suffer.

Your sons and daughters kill and hurt others on the name of freedom.
In pursue of justice and peace you sent them to destroy and kill.

Oh America!
Now you are the most feared.
The most dreaded
The most despised
The most disliked among the nation of the world.

Your names now only inspire hate and fear.

You once the most loved, the most wooed.
You among the nations of the world the most cherished
You, the great queen of liberty.
Now you are of the world, the Great Harlot.
R.B

THE MYSTERY OF CREATION REVELED
In the beginning, God was Pure Existence.
And existence was all that it was.
Nothing was different and all that was, was the same.
And Existence was Infinite
And within Infinite, there was Chaos.
And Chaos was all that it was.

In the beginning, there was Infinite
And within Infinite, there was Chaos.
And Chaos wanted to be Harmony and gain self
But within Chaos there was only
Will and Nothingness.
And that was all that it was.

In the beginning, there was Will
And there was Nothingness
And within Will there was Time
And within Nothingness, there was Space.
And that was all that it was then.

In the beginning there was time and space and
Within Time, there was Information
And within Space there was Energy
And then that was all that it was.
Because it was the beginning.

And in the beginning there was information and there was Energy
And Within Information there was Spirit
And within Energy there was Matter
And it was the beginning and that was all that it was.

In the beginning, there was Spirit and Matter
And Within Spirit there was Mind
And within Matter, there was Intelligence.
Mind and Intelligence was then all that it was
And within Mind there was Self.
And within self, there was Consciousness.
In the beginning that was all it was.


In the beginning within Consciousness, there was Harmony
And Within Harmony there was Love.
And within consciousness, there was God
In the beginning God and Love was all that it was.
R.B

EARLY SPRING
04-07-04-RB

It is early spring.
The trees are naked; they are awakening to their nudity.
They blush and shy in silence to the glow of the morning sun.
Their curves and sensuality exposed.

The earth is opening up, to the warm of the day.
Its skin is sprouting giving birth to the world.

Soon will come the Robin and sing his song of joy.
It will sing gingerly his song:

Come out.
Come one
Come all.
It is spring
The world is born again.
Come see.
Every thing is becoming.
Come see everything is new.

R.B

ARROW HEAD
04?21-04-R.B

How much I tried, how much I failed.
Humans are now, a pest over the earth; polluting, waging war against them self and every thing alive, destroying and harboring diseases
They have no morals and no sane system of belief.
Only greed and superstition is in their mind.
Their practice is to rule by force and dominate by violence, to convince with lies and to lead by confusion.
Among them the one who practices truth and lives by reason is a fool
Like that far they can not go.
Perhaps better is to isolate your self from their way of life
Take your mind away from their existence.
Dedicate to ponder the truth and think about the future when all of them are gone.
R.B

David and I went for a hike in forest park on a beautiful day. (I live just a few blocks away) We had planned on working on another piece, but this was what came out. We recorded the sound in a stone chamber beneath the decayed house, (great acoustics) and remixed it with premiere and audition.

Some words will never leave the mind unless you force them away. As they pass from mind to medium, their presence agitates one aspect of the whole operation (formed individual in motion),
I had these words trapped in my head for days until I finally wrote it out in the dark. From the heart's joy to the pangs of bodies never to join and back to the reality of mind where no discrimination exists and all things exist as they are.

here is another one from me. this one is a little old but still one of my favorites. this one went to a woman i thought i was going to marry, as if you cannot tell by reading it.

a lot of things

a lot of things i need to say
are lost again to another day

a lot of things i need to do
not a bit of it is for you

a lot of things i need to see
none of them are you with me

a lot of things i need to hear
and i refuse to shed another tear

a lot of things i need in you
but i know now you won't be true

a lot of things i need in my life
not a single one is you as my wife


THUUDD

Part eleven of a thing I'm doing

The horse rattled
crack sees eyes of men
in hood and boot
and fear and loot
and drink the blood
and follow suit
on the 322 power
grove and cook
the man to
control the land
in this degeneration
of olde and the damned
The will of life is
for all mans hands
to fix their own
pipes and mud their own
rock
plug their own chickens
light fires in cans
pythagorean dreams
of the true birth of
true
real
too
What Stinks ofConcrete and aluminum
What glowing head of steed devoured the child of olde
What twisted brain devours himself just to be alive
It begins with an M but what the ever
Is real is real sure you do
whatever you say
But remember
my mind exists
For sure
Id say
But I suggest a new way
222
the story of true
of unknown and for real
of equal attitude
and veneration of
KNOWLEDGE, but
not just for you
a celebration of
Fire and how it gets built
of engines and drinking
and saloonery weaving
crookery html and php
playing the guitar
caring for trees and
growing food and
smoking weed
no leaving out people
no borders
just mind
Legalize Immigration!
Legalize Law!
Legalize the Constitution!
Get OUT of My Head!
You don't have nearly
enough analysishours to
figure me out.
Don't act like you have.
FREE The Knowlege
FREE Classes on Anything,
Anytime, day or night
through 24 hour mall type
lecture facilities
Where the distinct sound of
whisles and basketball can be
heard on the waxed basment
gymnasium
Enourmous open rotunda
floors with central glass elevators
and millions of square feet of
modern learning ability
virtual reality trips to the past
dna sequencing for dummies
stunt car racing
oil refinery
future fuel development
realistic fake vaginas
spray painting
domestic sheidery
Drunken outcast
playing guitar
welding your aunt's hand back together
dental flosserie
Being an army
What are testicals for 101
How to read the back of a book
launching missiles into things
launching silos into things
silo relocating
Easter egg hunts
Making Poori
Wormhole manifestation
Quantum mechanics (prereq. )
Diamondback snake makeovers
planning sweet sixteens
old sock rejuvenating in a hurry!
Dingle dong mo mo dingle dong mo
for the people
by the people
for real this time
dammit.

Should I write this goddamned poem?
I look up and there the clock reads
4 hours 44 minutes 44 seconds
what the hell it means
escapes my mind
and I switch back to Freehand
and pretend to edit some
artwork.
I don't want to be here.
This mess.
A scoot down for smokes
eyeing the snoot passerby
minding the clothes
there goes the face
tight ass thigh swerves to miss
the taught skirt interior
Eyes drool and cool turn
bountiful sweater luggage
and living for sight
And cold
and emptiness
and five dollars ninety cents
AMERICA
May Twenty Fifth Two Thousand and Six
I wanna here that song!
YEAH!
You know that song,
with rainy skied
hippies in faded pink shirts
wielding the guitar neck without looking
looking far off into the crowds off stage left
leaning in synchronously to the mic
and all five harmoniously breathe
"...Playin in the baa-and..."
"...Midnight on the laa-aam..."
Jack told me to do it
Just Do it son
he'd say
Write that goddamned thing
It in him
and it got to come out
Back at the desk
and looking over shoulder
every time a step takes
every time the talking begins
a whining office phone goes
unanswered
HERMITAGE!
A sound recording of an old friend
plays in my mind-pod
and the ipod
all bound up
sitting over there
wrapped in headphones
head plugged into the computer
but it doesn't have
That Song
--whoop, they caught me
Writing poetry again eh?
No sir.
Pummel down the elevator
smoke again
no money
mo problems
And the marshmallow
mind I've had of late
these thoughts
of escape
hold back and
retake the words

Buffalo has suddenly been called and Bueno is involved for the first time since the police invasion & burning of Casa Del Sol - our former poetry home & gallery space of 2 or 3 years until its demise. This is real and means things are afoot.

Thursday May 25th, 2006 at 8:30ish.
The Buffalo Readings
At the Bueno Bunker
140 Metropolitan Ave
Bet. Berry & White
Brooklyn, NY
Ring first buzzer.

As always free food & drink plus chaotic round robin poetry and art of any type.

All interested slightly unhinged Artists need apply.

-Noah

It's true. Smokes on the walk down here next to softly squeeking central park birds. Here's some pictures I just took with one of those spiffy new MacBookPros tied down to the blonde wood at this brand new 24-365 Apple Store on 59th street and 5th ave.