Category: Automatic Writings

He who seeks to help you can only create interference.

In fact, he is not different from interference.

I cannot stress enough that authority does not exist.

You know nothing other than yourself. And you barely know that.

Unfortunately, you’ll never find a more egotistical bunch than the “enlightened” and truth seekers.

… Read the rest “Incinerator”

A dissertation on anger

Location: Phuket, Thailand
Sub: Anger
Alternative title: Easy, Tiger

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Words, oh words, will you suffice?

Sometimes you suffice. This is true.

Well, let the fingers do the talking.

I got some thoughts about anger. I got some thoughts about hypocrisy, and violence, and ego.

… Read the rest “Exposé”

In the eye of the storm

In the Jungle now. Sorta. You know I wouldn’t go that far. I’m not that crazy.

But I’m crazy enough to desire the darkest nights, the loudest rains, to wake in the AM in witness of gutters broken and trenches freshly carved.

… Read the rest “Nakeedo Sneeko”

So what?

dim it all the way down so i can’t see myself
can’t see over my shoulder, nothing to whine about
nothing to, tell you to shut up about
no complaints, nothing to paint
over the cracks, white wash
scrub off all the past, wouldn’t even know it
didn’t even know it

all i write is trash
i just wanna make sense of something
just wanna communicate to you
that im alive
that i feel
that i care and that i don’t
that you can figure it all out and it don’t mean a thing
who cares if one is suffering?

… Read the rest “Declaration of Nothing”

Society of lies

It’s about independence. It’s about sovereignty. It’s about ruthlessness. It’s about peace. It’s about suffering. It’s about truth. It’s about lies. It’s about, I don’t need you to know what it’s about. It’s about–none of this. I don’t–do you know what it’s about?

… Read the rest “Feet of Clay”

Forged in hell

I have forged myself in hell and I’m not afraid to say it.

Did it have to be this way?

Of course not.

I’m just telling you like it is.

Wipe the blood from your nose Youngblood.

I already told you.

… Read the rest “Dylan’s Inferno”

Roguish saint

See I’m all these things and so are you,

Roguish saint and an angel, blue-eyed too

Learned from the mercs and bad guys too

Never bad to seek the truth even if you get lost too

Witch doctor, crypt stalker, tomb raider (see you later)

Ancient pyramids, ancient truths,

Tiny little diamonds plucked out the bottom of their tooth

Where am I at?

… Read the rest “Table of the Gods”

The dissolution of self

I is the only problem.

The idea that you exist is the problem

In separation of anybody

You will carry on after your body has disappeared

Because you are the indivisible that

Change eternal

Permanence is a delusion

Any and all ideas of permanence are the cause of all our suffering

We suffer for what?

… Read the rest “I”

Vagabond in Hanoi

Wants us to drink rice liquor. Dinner table of a five-story townhouse. Works for the UN. Has been to my country. X bashful.

Just one of those if we must sir. Only if we must. Can of “Hanoi” goes to my head.

… Read the rest “Chef’s Kiss”

for the discerning individual

seasoned to taste, served with a smile

a part of me, as solitary as i am, as uninterested, disgusted, appalled, apathetic, about almost every one, and every thing,

i am still, quite terrified of being alone
not because of the solitude
but because i quite literally become some one
or some thing, entirely different
and i fall through the earth

Two worlds.

… Read the rest “Fine Cuts”