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WHAT!!??...


FUCK THIS WHOLE FUCKIN THING.

Aint good for nothin...

...so I am.  pullin up the wild strawberries  that've found their way into my great-grandparents flower garden.  It'd been rainin for a while.  When it finally quit and the sun was finally shinin I took a walk out to that old garden.  Them strawberries 'ave been enjoyin their way with Margaret and Rogers' garden for a few years now while I've been takin the situation in.  I'm slow but thorough, like a stout German cat, like that.    

I like to work in the garden in the evenings and experience the sundown that way.  My hands are all caked with dried mud, now, as I type.  I was down in the Earth as the sky turned to dusk.  I looked up and saw the moon, shinin so pure and bright.  The deep sky so deep and subtle by its way.  I love the lights of the sky. The flowers of the Earth.  

The wonders of spring tease out my thoughts...I consider myself and my world...sometimes I think in rhythym, the rhythym of my thoughts.  I think: That'd make a great post, but they all slip away, little thoughts and expressions,  the death of the day and the resurrection.  Aye!  So it is...

For so long I've been an artist without knowing what my art is...now I know it's social aggitation.

Froderick, you're a punk.

I looked for $tr8 Inc.  I wanted to know how far they'd go.  I wanted to understand what I was up against; what was at the root of all their threats.  I wanted to know who they really were.  Now I know.  Now I am not so blind.  The pain I endured at the hands of $tr8 was the price I paid for the knowledge I gained.

$tr8 and all these other fascist programs only serve to radicalize kids like me.  The America I was taught to believe in was nowhere for me when I needed her.  Freedom and democracy are illusions to the brainwashed.  No such thing actually exists.  For the life 'a' me I can't understand how anyone who was in $tr8 could miss that.  

Yeah, so...It's finally spring.  

Anyway you know what I mean...

God is in you...Peace.

   :skull:  ::dove::

...And what does the Kings justice want with us ??  Who would explore our own worlds ??

They'll hang us all, I say.

Why should they oppose our growth ??  Are we not like trees ??

They just don't make 'em like this anymore.  Best t.v. show of all time. Ever !!!  The Michael Jordan of t.v. shows!!!

I been watchin silent movies lately.  I'm really gettin into them.  They don't have a lot of explosions and stuff but they're still real intense.  Often I notice there is an exaggerated style of acting to make up for the lack of a dialogue.  I like to watch the Sunday Midnight feature on TCM.  I turn off all the lights and get into it.  Silent movies require quite an attention span, which I like.  I like to concentrate my mind like that.  And it aint like you can run to the kitchen for a snack cause there aint no dialogue to follow if you aint lookin.  Now that's intense.  These films are played commercial free.

Last nights feature was Le Terre(The Earth) which was filmed in France right after WW1(filming took place between '19-'21).  The film had been lost for a while, but then was somehow found and restored.  As I watched the film I thought it was the most perfect marriage of vision and sound.  The film was all original but the soundtrack wasn't.  The original  soundtrack had apparently been lost for good.  Uhh, so the restorers recorded a new soundtrack which remained loyal to the classical genre.  So well done.  The movie itself was so old but the music sounded so young and clean, but the melding was seamless!  High art.  

I was fascinated by the scene.  The French countryside.  The old village.  the ancient farming techniques that were still in use in that part of France at that time.  The harvesting of the wheat by horse and  a simple wooden harvester.  The threshin of the wheat.

Throughout the film I couldn't help lookin into each actors face to discern what I could of their own personal history.  The Great War had just ended when the filming began.  I wondered as I studied their faces what they had done during the war; if any of them were vets.   What incredible memories were still fresh in their minds and what influences were still upon them.  I am intrigued

Dig it man.  The silent scene.

I don't know!!!

...A toast then...

...To things that take their time.

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