lars, not laws

I wanted to study law but I think poetry does the world more justice.

i think one of the best things around these days is goodness
of all the good things positivity is right up there too
i had a good experience the other day and looking back it made me happy
i think it’s one of the better emotional states - when i’m happy
bad stuff is less desirable for sure
i knew someone that was having a negative time and it didn’t seem that good
i wish people the ability to hope strongly and raise the bar on that
ultimate things are pretty top notch and i like that about ultimate things
perfection seems like a good thing too and i think in a sense people generally relate but it’s intimidating;
perfection
anyway i don’t want to be controversial because agreement seems more agreeable but don’t hold me to that i’m on the fence
anyway i wish that whether people are having a bad or good time that they feel good about it but i don’t want to change whatever they feel either how can i help you?
i feel terribly confused
confusion is like ok i think not terribly bad or good
bad is less good than good for sure though but i havent traced the line hah
anyway i stick to my point that some of the best times i’ve had have been the good times and some of the worst times have been my best times

i kinda want to marry a gay person now that it’s legal

Freediving in the Ocean of Samsara

freediving in the ocean of samsara
alone and deep
with all the pretty scary fish
my only raft atop the sea,
in the air of samadhi,
under the sun of beyond the beyond,
is my rainbow lights lama.
bewildered by the thousand fold manifestations
do i choke in colorful confusion
or do i surface?
another death awaits in line of a million
for a gambled birth unknown
rigdzin dupa beckons from nowhere and nowhen for me to take noble seat
above the clouds.
food is energy and this is all food for thought
at the banquet of disturbing emotions
my ragged heart is a wrench
with which to undo the bolts of endless pain
but the only chance is now
my own terms for living are flailing worms i pretend to save after rain
walking
hands in pocket another cold night
red lights in the heavens behold the ruby dakini
who puts the passion in compassion
“i am rich but i am a beggar
i am peaceful but i am running
i am the killer of death but i am dying”
i commit myself fivefold to not commit fivefold sin
but until i make the leap i am faced with sin again
giving away all possessions and leaving home i am heavy yet
my volumes of spun lies and stories heavier than my fantasies
i cannot take my imaginations to the grave for i will not have died
i apologize to my caring mothers of the three times for the wait
only when i am truly idle, going nowhere in a hurry
will i fulfill my dreams
and bear gifts of gratitude for the return trip

night dark spending-time
moon fall
no more hours to count
because the minutes have dissolved
into seconds dissolved into
time is just an idea dissolved
like dark space night at sunrise
all-nighter for the mighty revolutionary
moon clouds dispersing
dreams in codelocked briefcase
celestial business at hand
libra justices and jury of horoscope peers
guilt and innocence all burned in the
starry nights quiet fires
fame and fantasy nolo contendere
big pictures illuminated by tranquil mind
like moonlessnight aquarian plankton light

jamming out to the venga boys
dairy queen wishing i was king
rhinestone fiesta on my hat
pvc kingdom
shiny marble mall floor sliding
quarters off the mall balcony
into the fun coin spinning basin
sneaking into the hidden corridors
having a Fanta
line for ice age 2 so long
send for some popcorn, mon
send for some popcorn, mon

i went HAM on her the front desk girl
I went HAM as fuck on her
I fucking threw ham at her
she loved it and we snapchatted
i snapchatted her fucking so much i still do
she just wants more
i gotta go home to snapchat her

quiet bar drinking black label scotch
an elephant walks into the room
no one says a word
you could spoon it with a spoon
you could fork it with a fork
welcome to the hall of famelessness
a chandelier expanding out light a trillion directions from my head
a warm welcome to the suitor
i twerk and make a small unknown object fall
more scary now
i hear mumbling from the masters of my fate
i agree with them and cut a deal but don’t utter a word
i made them from clay in the power rangers’ enemies’ machine
feeling like dr frankenstein woah
how do i cut a deal with myself when i’m scared like this
deal is done
now what i’m scared of is just where i run and i am in danger
i look out the bus window forehead greasing the glass
i take ownership of the vehicle and reverse and everything goes in reverse too
all out of ideas i am totally pleased
i go back with contract in hand everyone is drunk
everyone does weird things in their own home and yards
i tend to the garden whose soil is all old books
everyone understands when work is finally out and play is finally over and they’re woken up just after REM sleep and dreams
long and endless is the old game so to just stop playing…
smoke rises good morning
beckon to the servants of the maids
raise the sign and everyone is peaceful

The Tortoise and the Hare Krishna

i’ve been beating around the bush for all times
controlling fire to cook since time immemorial
and it’s my turn on the fire
i a great pig fed on the flesh of my mothers in all times
flames stop dancing for once and im fragrant with a million thoughts
ecstatic dancers with fierce eyes around the pyre
uproarious drums and bloodied Kali mouths
cold sweats as i’ve come to pay my creditors and only pockets full of senselessness
tension builds and further whistles through time without moving
i extend arms and find friends forgiving who i owe my life
i rest in lovers embrace and find myself in idyll
dreampaper and rainbow quill writing open letter taken by blackest crow beyond beyond
writing in code the only way to set things straight
hoping to find old friends and only find new friends

blowing up right now wondering about a quest
cheese cutter and table lighter and chartreuse and crystal cut glass
drunkenly looking (staring) at light sparkles from only candlelight
tv only for art
mystic rain from weather channel
musing about phones and total seclusion in mountain side hidden
friends now swirling conversation and a whirlwind of the same old contemporary thinking
encyclopedic posse of movie theater social action and private poetry
cultural appropriation dance and somber readings and criticism
but totally enlightened %110 percent of the time with effort
undying forever into the night undying and the dripping icicles of spring are sharp and falling and feeding microbial life
that needs it’s chance
blessings now, blessings!

ram lamb thank you ma’am
sheep
quiet quiet now in nature
super sound when tide is come
getting taken out then
whale males descend upon thrones
oceans lopped onto a field
No half empty or half fullery
clouds careening into office buildings
andy goldsworthy collecting flowers
so slowly and stoney art and woodsy too
ting and tang of folk string tool
and drum
in scotland
deliberating upon nature forever
Giant metropolis gritty brick
is just meditation upon nature for 10,000 years
working wood and stone and throne
tidal overthrow of statesian holding ore off- and onshore
cliffjump mechanics for next generation unpredictable
text generation ethereal playground
scary with no sand under nails
miracle of life and elements
temperature of the center of the earth hotter than global warming
here’s a warning we’re only on earths surface where its a dime a dozen for eon lifetimes
Rootsy roots grabbing so deeply
mossy soft sitting under tree
something underfoot always
electric distraction tv bringing forth nature paradoxic
a frog on a lily croaking timelessly
quiet baby face made of ripples
little wind arm teasing the frog
hairy grass earth peachfuzz hehe
cheeks of moon and mouths of tidal pools
mystic ball of twine naturally abiding
and shot out a gun supernova
animal slaughter so quaint - a heart beat
nails and hair piled stone walls protectively
an army of invisible forces seductively destructing
i decay passively
judging so aggressive
tidal wave elevating me and enthroning me
trough luck though

commentary

ex myspace renaissance
Ex msn-spaces renaissance
nomorefacebook emptiness
The Nonsocial Social Network
pithy internet pointing-out-ness
emotional
word of text
text of mouth
unshined text of mouth on internet
irl being read irl always irl

transacting all night
all of you
on my phone
on my apps
electrically transacting with you
not a moment’s pause
so much electricity
sometimes i rock to and fro
static now! shock! boom!
exploded all of my molecular friends
for transacting on tumblr real hard
i need to be more careful
i want to transact and to love too.
not one
or the other.

too legitimate
To quitimate