I REALLY COULDN’T GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT SOMEFUCK HUMAN SPECIES FACES COLLECTIVE SUICIDE BY IGNORANCE OF THEIR SELFCREATED CIRCUMSTANCE YET I ‘M STUCK WITH THE BUGGERZ ON THE CRUST OF THE SAME OL’ PLANET CALLED EARTH, SO WHERE DOES THAT LEAVE ME IN MY OPTIONS FOR LIFE. AS IN, BEING LEFTRead moreRead more
GIVE A HOOT
OFF THE BLUE BOOK
BACK IN THE DAY WHEN I WAS A YOUNG HOTEL NIGHTPORTER, THE BLUE BOOK WAS THE ADDRESS LIST FOR CALLGIRLS &-BOYS, NIGHTAPOTHECARIES AND SUCH. DIGITAL HAS CHANGED IT TO A THUMB UP THE ARSE GLOBAL MINDFUCK PLATFORM, WHERE PEOPLE PAY TO SHARE THEIR EVENTS AND GET BULLIED OUT OF THEIR PERSONAL INFORMATION AND STYLE _LIKERead moreRead more
FRESH ACTION COMING UP
FIRST UP THANX TO ALL THE PEOPLE ATTENDING THE EVENINGS, LAST ONE AT VRIJPALEIS WAS AN ABSOLUTE BLAST HEADLINING THE GRAND MISS BOTERO, AND FIRST TIME WE WORKED WITH AN ONGOING MUSICAL BACKLINE THROUGHOUT THE PERFORMANCES, WHICH REALLY GAVE A GREAT FLOW TO THE WHOLE NITE. SO NEXT UP, I ‘LL BE AT THE LOCALRead moreRead more
“LIFE ON THE LINE”
WHEN NO ONE HATES YOU ENOUGH TO KILL YOU, AND NO ONE LOVES YOU ENOUGH TO CARE, IS THAT FREEDOM, ULTIMATELY THERE? YOU WALK THE THIGHTROPE OF ILLUSION SUSPEND DESIRE LIKE A PROWLING WOLF SEEMINGLY AT REST & CARELESS IS THAT FREEDOM ULTIMATELY THERE? WHEN YOU DON’T HATE ENOUGH TO LOVE THEM, DON’T NEED THERead moreRead more
“DISSONANT LIBERTY”
” NERVE-ENDS LIKE RAINDROPS ON WATER TANTALISING SILENCE IN THE WOODS SEEDBOMB SOCIETY WITH INFORMATION SEEDBOMB THE GROUNDS WITH LOCAL PLANTS & HERBS THE WILDFLOWER WAY OF ELEGANT SURVIVAL THE SPIRITED ACCORD IN DISSONANT LIBERTY SOWING WILD OATS WAS NEVER EVER NEEDED SO LETERALLY AS IN THESE TIMES OF CHANGE FOR CLIMATE ‘S SAKE SORead moreRead more
“SACRIFICE”
” WHAT DOES IT MEAN, DOES THE FIRE SACRIFIICE THE WOOD FOR THE GIFTS OF WARMTH & LIGHT, CLEAN & CLEANSING CHARCOAL & ASH, NATURAL TRANSFORMATION SO WHY SHOULD IT HURT LIKE A FASTING HUNGER A CRYING RANCID RAIN OF LOSS A DAILY BLOODLETTING ADMONISHED NEAR DEMONICALLY BY THE CAT THAT TRADED NINE LIVES FORRead moreRead more
“MADDENING MIX”
” MADDENING MIXED REALITIES AT THE TOUCH OF A BUTTON THE WHIM OF A ZAP ZIPZAP ALTERNATE REALITIES SO MANY WAYS TO EXPLORE WORLDS NEVER MINE JUST TO CONFIRM I SAW ONE SMILING DEEP DOWN IN HELL AND IT WEREN”T THE DEVIL I SAW ONE CRYING IN FAR AWAY HEAVEN AND IT WEREN’T FOR FEARRead moreRead more
“A MURDER OF CROWS”
“SOME MOMS DON’T WANT KITTENS EVEN WHEN THEY HAVE “EM THEY WATCH ‘EM GROW IN HORROR ‘TILL THERE ‘S SOMETHING WORTHY OF KICKING OUT OF THE NEST CHITTERING BIRDS CHATTERING PEOPLE CREDENTIALS EXCHANGED ON A NOTE OF SUNSHINE AFTERTASTE BIRDS NEST EVERYWHERE BUT NEVER NEVER ANYWHERE “ (c) ROCKNROLLSAILOR SPRING 2019
“FREELY AWARE”
“NOTEBOOK WRITER, WHERE DO YOU GO, IN SEARCH OF THE THOUGHTS UNENSLAVED JUST TO BREATHE THEIR EXTACY OF FREEDOM, HAVING KNOWN NONE OTHER THAN THEIR OWN WILL, UNKNOWN TO THEM THE DISSONANCE OF CHOICES THE DISOBEDIENCE TO SECONDGUESSING INSTINCTIVE BEING FREEDOM SOMETIMES IS AN IGNORANCE OF CHOICES” (c) ROCKNROLLSAILOR SPRING 2019
“NO ONE”
I HAVE NO ONE TO TALK TO, SHE SAYS, CASUALLY STROLLING BY, TO A FIEND OR FRIEND OR FOE WALKING NEXT TO HER WONDERING IF THEY MAY BE A HOLOGRAM OR FICTION OF THEIR OWN IMAGINATION, FOR THEY ARE CLEARLY THERE LISTENING TO HER, SO ARE FRIENDS ANONYMOUS NO ONES TO TALK TO NO MORERead moreRead more
UPCOMING
NEXT UP COMING SATURDAY AUGUST 31, A MIX OF VISUAL LIVE ART CREATION, WORD, MUSIC AND THEATRICAL BURLESQUE, IN AN ARTSPACE THAT IS SO HOT IN ITS OWN SPHERE IT LIFTS PERFORMING THERE TO A SPACE UNIQUE FOR AUDIENCE AND ARTISTS ALIKE (pic rnrs bookcase courtesy of Valal)
“EMERGENCY LIGHTS”
” THE BACKLIT SKIES POLLUTION LIGHTSHOWS SCREENING CITYCLOUDS FOR POSSIBLE SHOWERS PARTICLE HEADCOUNT DANGER IS DOSED IN PARTS PER MILLION NOW WHO ARE THE FREE RADICALS ARE YOU IMMUNE TO THE STYGMA’S OF DESPAIR DISSAPEARING IDENTITIES CHEMICAL ALLIES LOOMING ATTACKS RADIO-ACTIVE TEENS WHAT STATION DO YOU LISTEN TO BROKEN BEATS PACIFYING PATTERNS WEAVING CORPORATE PATCHESRead moreRead more
“ANTICIPATION RIDE”
” … FROM THE DEPTHS OF DESPAIR THERE ‘S A MAN SHOUTING ABOUT HOPE IT’S THE ONLY THING YOU’LL NEVER LOSE HE SCREAMS AS I CLIMB UP AND PAST HIM ALL I CAN MUSTER IS A WRY SMILING GRIN KEEP BELIEVING MY EXHALE WHISPERS AND YOU ‘LL NEVER GET BEYOND THINKING THAT YOU HAVE ARead moreRead more