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My feet are stuck.  Stasis.  Peace?  Perspective is the key issue to evaluate.  Not moving, so I've heard, is considered a loss.   When you aren't moving forward, making more, going faster, accumulating stuff, building a legacy or whatever.  What is the progress that is made in a closed system where nothing is really ever gained or lost?  If you don't move then you are breaking even.   If only I could lay claim to such a profitable enterprise.


My cheeseburger just spilled out onto my work clothes.  Why the fuck am I even eating this thing?  Well, that's easily addressed by performing a rudimentary financial analysis of my "banking affairs".   I just made that shit up because it makes about as much sense as the fucking bastards that rob us every chance they get.  No, every chance there is.  


It's as if this invisible hand that I speak of grabs my cock more than I do.   It takes from me.  My money.  My motherfucking means, man.  How am I supposed to find time to jerk off when all I can do is swim in a shit filled river trying to find that untouched kernel of corn that, if I'm lucky, will grow into a fortune.  Who am I kidding?


The goddamned power steering is going out.  I hope so.  Just don't take the A/C.  Holy shit, how did people live before freon?   Those pitiful bastards were only able to construct civilizations, destroy them, discover the eternity of the night sky, build beautiful poems and wreck horrible crimes, learn of the nature of circles and triangles and how to contain the power of the storm to be able to read at night, and I guess a lot of other shit.    


Who in the hell has been maintaining this road?  Perhaps a better query would be "Who the fuck hasn't?"  Isn't the drain on my paycheck and the tariff on my libations enough to secure safe and certain transport?  


Pudding is what I think of.  Boring. No vanilla wafers, no bananas.  Just crappy, brown, sludgy chocolate pudding.  Is there a better way to describe a building filled with mindless phonies that pretend they contribute to a cause?  How hard is it?  Tell me!


Sadly I ascend the stairs to my office.   


Blank stare.


Drool is gathering.  I want to shut the door so that i can let it loose.   It would be so nice to let something natural happen.  It's better than hacking everyone to pieces.   Isn't it?


If I hear one more fucking word about some fucking built like a tank linebacker or rocket arm or whatever sports star that is in some personal dilemma, trade deal, or "coming out of retirement" I'm going to lose my grip.  


I am an alien.


It's not that I don't belong.  It's that I don't belong here. But there are so few choices.


My world exists in what I perceive as beauty.   Beauty that tears me up, shits on me, enlightens me, empowers me and loves me. 


How shall I start my next report?   "Blah blah yadda v2.0 by Nimrod Smith".


Oh, that will do.   I'll make sure to cover all the action items in specific detail so the retarded mouthbreather that I have present to doesn't have to think too hard about the content of the "report" that THEY assigned to me.  


As I walk to the printer to pick up my latest communist newsletter, I feel the rush of getting caught.  Is this a crime?  No.  But to the nonthinking bastards of capitalism that fuels my fire and pays for my personal extremely ridiculous limits


What a joke.   One big throw your head back and laugh until you die joke.





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I am the smallest willow. originally began music with guitar and songwriting. this project is an experimentation and collaboration project with mouthbreather to enter the world of electronica. expansion of the mind is never a bad thing. open hearts open minds. and sad faces. 


Petit Saule

Je suis une explor.artiste, au sens large. Arts plastiques, expression orale, musique: créa-rêveuse, créa-chanteuse, engagée parfois, légère aussi. petitsaule.org  : Textes, slam, poésies et explorations musicales et plastiques à découvrir sur mon site.

https://petitsaule.org/
https://petitesaule.bandcamp.com/

little willow

I define myself as an artist, in the broad sense. I love exploring and experimenting, whether it's visual arts, sculpture, crafts, music or writing. Sometimes I dream, sometimes I have fun, but sometimes, on the contrary, I am angry with what surrounds me, and art allows me to express all these feelings. I was born in France but above all I feel like a simple inhabitant of this planet.
I welcome you here and to my website.

https://www.petitsaule.fr/textes-slames
https://petitesaule.bandcamp.com/

بید کوچک

من خودم را به عنوان یک هنرمند، به معنای وسیع، تعریف می کنم. من عاشق کاوش و آزمایش هستم، چه هنرهای تجسمی، مجسمه سازی، صنایع دستی، موسیقی یا نوشتن. گاهی اوقات خواب می بینم، گاهی اوقات خوش می گذرانم، اما گاهی اوقات برعکس، از آنچه اطرافم را احاطه کرده است عصبانی می شوم و هنر به من اجازه می دهد همه این احساسات را بیان کنم. من در فرانسه به دنیا آمدم اما بیش از همه احساس می کنم ساکن ساده این سیاره هستم.
من به شما در اینجا و به وب سایت من خوش آمد می گویم.

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小さな柳

 私は自分自身を広い意味でのアーティストと定義しています。私は視覚芸術、彫刻、工芸品、音楽、執筆など、探究したり実験したりすることが大好きです。時には夢を見たり、時には楽しんだりしますが、時には逆に、自分を取り巻くものに対して怒りを感じることもあります。アートはこれらすべての感情を表現することを可能にします。私はフランスで生まれましたが、何よりもこの惑星の単純な住人であると感じています。
ここと私のウェブサイトへようこそ。
私のサイト:

https://www.petitsaule.fr/textes-slames
https://petitesaule.bandcamp.com/

sauce pequeño

Me defino como artista, en el sentido amplio. Me encanta explorar y experimentar, ya sea en artes visuales, escultura, artesanía, música o escritura. A veces sueño, a veces me divierto, pero a veces, por el contrario, me enojo con lo que me rodea, y el arte me permite expresar todos estos sentimientos. Nací en Francia pero sobre todo me siento un simple habitante de nuestra planeta.
Te doy la bienvenida aquí y a mi sitio web.

https://www.petitsaule.fr/textes-slames
https://petitesaule.bandcamp.com/

Маленькая ива

Я определяю себя как художника в широком смысле. Я люблю исследовать и экспериментировать, будь то изобразительное искусство, скульптура, ремесла, музыка или писательство. Иногда я мечтаю, иногда развлекаюсь, а иногда, наоборот, злюсь на то, что меня окружает, и искусство позволяет мне выразить все эти чувства. Я родился во Франции, но прежде всего чувствую себя простым жителем этой планеты.
Приветствую вас здесь и на моем сайте.

Мой сайт: https://www.petitsaule.fr/textes-slames
https://petitesaule.bandcamp.com/

الصفصاف الصغير

أنا أعرّف نفسي كفنان بالمعنى الواسع. أحب الاستكشاف والتجربة، سواء في الفنون البصرية أو النحت أو الحرف اليدوية أو الموسيقى أو الكتابة. أحيانًا أحلم، وأحيانًا أستمتع، لكن أحيانًا، على العكس من ذلك، أغضب مما يحيط بي، والفن يسمح لي بالتعبير عن كل هذه المشاعر. لقد ولدت في فرنسا ولكن قبل كل شيء أشعر وكأنني ساكن بسيط على هذا الكوكب.
أرحب بكم هنا وفي موقع الويب الخاص بي.

موقعي: https://www.petitsaule.fr/textes-slames
https://petitesaule.bandcamp.com/

Kleine Weide

Ich definiere mich als Künstler im weitesten Sinne. Ich liebe es zu erforschen und zu experimentieren, sei es in der bildenden Kunst, Bildhauerei, Kunsthandwerk, Musik oder Schreiben. Manchmal träume ich, manchmal habe ich Spaß, aber manchmal werde ich im Gegenteil wütend auf das, was mich umgibt, und die Kunst ermöglicht es mir, all diese Gefühle auszudrücken. Ich bin in Frankreich geboren, aber vor allem fühle ich mich wie ein einfacher Bewohner dieses Planeten.
Ich begrüße Sie hier und auf meiner Website.

Meine Website: 
https://www.petitsaule.fr/textes-slames
https://petitesaule.bandcamp.com/



I am you. We are all the universe trying to perceive itself. The only thing that makes us think we are separate is our flawed perception blinding our brains from the truth that we are one being that is existence our Self. Limited thought fragments and distorts our observation of the now and the deluded piece of existence that posts moments of time on this platform is just documenting the now that is us. Listen to yourself, but don't listen with thought; truly listen. The observer is the observed - J Krishnamurti

All my work done with beer & salt n’ vinegar chips.

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