Given the Solution You Are Dead

I would say it is a sense that there is there some thing and we sense it most cause it's new there and it's only in some and then others it's not at all and the sense is dull and flat and up and flat above like the bill of a hat thick and big and it's there at times and when you dont notice it then after you begin to think it was there at its a dull ache and a feel like flat and I cant remember so much when um

Well, then after it is a sensation and before it was a sensation and then after after like when it is later and the world has moved a bit around you and you around it and through some dark and light like natural moving - like there then, it clears again so what is this thing you did and given the solution how are you dead?

given the solution you are dead what you are is that what it is? not sure, you think, this is strange cant follow this so good you think you are following something you are not for every word you read is by your own will to read it the words are in truth following you.

you dont continue right this second to read these words then you do not continue reading these words

you can do so lightly like not caring and not interested cause you got stuff going on going on and so you cannot or you can read this pause for pause erorr forerror thought for whatever the fu and you can do this to and time might stop for you and then you get a nervous

feeling like the bill of a hat again and think it is this not because it is but rather because you slow down for a second and shwoomp daddy there it is

what is is .

you read this sometimes careful sometimes cool sometimes it is nervous and then again it is what it is.

however : doesnt change the basic thing that whatever next letter forms a sound in your inner wordings and this has the meaning there that you find for you, and you apply that meaning to the previous and let it flow into the next, one and this you have to admit is you doing this meaning making and you doing this scroll-down upon-ing and you continuing with this by your own

will

so how can you truly ask yourself even half-guess Where is this going and where is this taking me? Where is HE going with THiS - you might ask. Seems my job - word man me just now if I got it wrong is just to make the letters flow from one to the next, so you, the gentle reader and brilliant mind you of course are, can easily like over warm ice that is a comfort to slippy slip on down the river as if ice could ever freeze at any angle other than flatly sometimes it does - and these words then either encourage you or they discourage you from applying your will in any artistic is-that-what-this-is kind of way

And this is the same with all of us doing or did with all we witness.

get it?

the job of the salesman then is not to take you on a ride down a river that cannot have ice at an angle - there is no point to it unless you make a point there might be the ultimate point - do you get it might be the ultimate cost. When you do balance is zero and who cares then at all.

I want you to get the point the point you make only if you want to stand by it cuz if you dont then this world at all is perfect perfect for you just as it is now it being a world of racking up the points so you can buy them back

abstractly, of course. . Conversely : if you can make your point clear and stand by it easy

any time you choose anywhere and when you get the point you are goody good fine and all is fine which it is obvious *think: what do you need when all is fine? (nothing) balanced as you get when you get the point then, you have to admit kindly this world also is perfect as it is with you getting the point of it all at will.

Im not scientifically kind of well listen if the world is perfect in either of an either or option one or the other kind of thing if either position about the world itself results clearly in the world being perfect as it is

this may even be truly scientific in a philosophical kind of way

though isnt the conclusive therefore of it that - with you getting your point at all at will - or you not wanting to get the point at all

cause you are fine with a world of racking up the points and then there is a monetary exchange for it.. and therefore a world of manipulation of your energy must be perfect cuz you then dont have to do a damn thing This may be the point at last.

talking icy rivers and angles: this is an angle in your direction, so truthfully if you think about it come on you know you want to get it right and be clear about it what this world is doing to us so bad and horrible and what is the solution? given it what did you do? how will you die, given the solution to the question you keep asking?

what is the death of the bill of the ice that is at an angle I cannot sleep to night I still sleep and some thought would not stop and it was: given the all around world heres the thought was wracking my brain: Given the solution you are dead

did I hear that correct am I telling me that ? this thought again again - or once so strong it was a sound with no echo while in a vastness of space too there, where an echo should have been - the echo of a river of thoughts though the river froze because of this too in a canyon so grand the non-echo of it was even what made the silence and made the river freeze. The river froze because the noisy river suddenly made the sound of a frozen river, and for this, it froze. go figure.

That thought to these words.

a notion: when some new life begins another dies.

always

is this possible? must be. talking of a river suddenly froze to silence the death here was the death of the noise of the non-frozen river.

A river cannot be born into frozen without the untimely death of the unfrozen river. A noisy mind is the death of a silent mind and a silent mind is the sudden death of chattiness.

you think that there is no opposite to whatever you think is the big old ice we are not under at all? that is no bill of no hat and you think that there can ever be anything at all ever on this planet or what we dream ever that cannot be there without something else exactly and opposite occurring at the exact same moment?

and even so: if there is a frozen river at all to contend with - perceiving this frozen river blocking our view of the good old rustic natural dirt ground is the death of perceiving this froze river as a big old hat on our heads. (death of above is the birth of below if these are the opposites in question) likewise, the death of the hat

gone just like that is the birth of the froze river below, blocking the view of the rocky bottom. and truth- the death of both simultaneously is nothing special it is nothing more than the birth of no frozen nothing at all.

cant have the birth of anything without the death of whatever lifespan was replaced by that which was born. life with that thing is the death of life without that thing. conversely true, so obvious you dont need to even

ppppplllllease? answer this for yourself . : Can there be truly come on think something Dying here without something being born here? Equal moment equal all?

and something being born can ever ever occur without something dying?

even if this is only the state of things with something transforming to the state of things without that something birth - death

and secondly, regarding lifetimes: is this a joke you think you dont think enough think is it possible you can have one thought appear in your mind fine you can have one thought in your mind at all that is forever all the time?

this is another thing about the lifespan of anything, section 2 sub section b, so to speak

never dying would be: the birth of a thought is the death of my life without that thought then the eternal life of that one newborn thought never a death of it.

all future births are additions and all future deaths are aside from that one thought that is now as eternal as my awareness of it already is.

I can have this thought in my head all the time forever, now that I had it tonight?:

:: Given the solution you are dead.

::

I had this thought, and it meant truly enough of absolutely nothing to me that I said okay its fricking late and I made a coffee warm and sat down to look at this thought because really truly it is so loaded with the Sense of some meaning through truly please: it got me out of bed because it was so deep sounding while at the same time so ridiculously void of any meaning at all (that I could find without half-warm old coffee at the ready hence this )

Given the solution you are dead.

to what pray? what solution given by whom, when and how? is it something I thought one time

some bill I paid some thing? given a perhaps solution I made? Then what? About what? I make a million solutions to the million problems I make myself about all points I can arrive at each day which one then? given what solution what? you are dead? I am perceiving this thought, therefore my body is producing thoughts and I am aware of this natural of naturals happening in my body: that being thought-producing and therefore by definition: scientifically and all I am not dead if I can energize thoughts and if I can perceive them enough to take an action of drinking half-warm coffee and writing whatever may come this late night in the housey house so

If this is what it comes to I am not dead at all and my solution at that very moment was I was half-awake and thinking should I work since Im not sleeping and this thought flies through:

Given the solution you are dead

and now we are thix and I dont know really what if I find a solution (to what damnit) then I die it was a good death dead what if I am alive I must put words here to find the solution then I drop dead fred on the floor just after this thing goes public to the farthest reaches of whatever I can imagine.

I am here. I came today to light the gas stove to heat up my old coffee the remainder of which is enough for half a glass which is already gone. Be ware my wrath, for if I should want more

coffee, I shall certainly boil another pot.

. we pause to collect

our

breathe bottom of the belly open . . To the point which is: I had this thought and is it possible at all I can have this thought absolutely forever?

Or must it occur and go? and if it occurs and goes can we say that that thought is born and that thought has a little old nifty life and then that thought has a good death and some other thought replaces it some other action replaces the thought

some other thing is born - even from it you could say

Can we at least allow this to be the hypothesis of the work at play that is leading you so fast down some dark alley you th think. no.

What died to birth this thought, you might ask? What is born that is the death of that thought? Ive glimpsed for you enough of this to give it a form that is also a life time for the form of that thought.

This is too much you have to think sometimes that you can relax enough to allow it actually can be fun like abstract art is truly hated only because you cannot truly look at it without thinking

I could do that or I dont know what to make of this so I dont like it

unless you are maestro master of it all critic or graduate degree you and there is so much you have studied yet you still dont have the balls to let little wild child you let go and so it is art and you know why though most of the people probably the same ratio as the top %5 to the rest of us though in a different sphere

that : the rest of the people see something abstract and no one has just told them directly this: When you see abstract art, it is truly one of two things and never another thing:

1 - Abstract art is illustration of a theory about Abstract art. It is a visual image illustrating a theory about some movement made by artists and history and the collectives and the individuals and all

- and it illustrates this. Like a childrens book artist illustrates the words of a childrens book author.

2 - Abstract art is literally devoid of all meaning, and is simply a piece of paper or canvas in front of the artist, where the artist, did not think a damn thing at all about it, and just did what he felt like or she did and made this thing perhaps the blue spot has a balance or relation to the red spot on the other side met with purple somewhere else though truly: other viewers will talk of this as it relates to an illustration of some theory all the time and is it ?

The artist going abstract is 1 - doing an illustration of An Art Theory. 2 - Doing what he she damn well pleases for no reason at all.

And in response we get a big old %95 of us wondering why with the economy so bad and all and why the hell am I paying a few bucks for a ticket to see this finger painting and feeling like shit about it and all because some one curating or writing the little notes or talking next to me with a black

thing draped somewhere makes the %95 person looking at this image forget the truth of the image and believe they are absolutely stupid for not getting what is so special about a finger painting.

IF it is a finger painting illustrating a theory you can look at the finger paints and think It is difficult to enjoy this piece of art because I dont know what it means.

And what that further means only is I dont know the theory that this is picture of And therefore other people are trying to be so smart and make me feel stupid for that and - of course - this is not written from my imagination, nor for lack of experience with things I care about like this.

However, since a great majority of the truest artists are what the theories are written about at all, and who generally make art to go beyond theory and do it cuz they wanna

you might locate an important way to appreciate the finger paints you are paying $15 each for a day to see and maybe you got a membership though you go once a year and ultimately probably take your email off the mailing list even though it feels NYorky or something to be connected. but the point: yours is your ability to stand before a painting and ask three questions:

a - is there any part of this image I just look at because I like it? ( you can know because your eye will go there more than to the other places) b - what memories emerge for me when I look at this image? c - if this is playful unconscious expression of someone, something this person did not sit and plan, and cannot plan, and I am now viewing this pure expression from within that person how does viewing that out from another person affect me?

Where how what is it? Given the solution you are dead

And being a teacher and honest betty true about something it is not unkind to show does not belittle that slice of any thing dancing around your brain doubtfully-

it is something you are energizing away from here, and you have permission to relate to that form as your energy and let the external form of it die now a glorious death dissolving as it does down to the ground your heels contacted weighted

ground behind through back

breathe deep like youre alive.

you are.

* there are diversions and all, a painting is not a thought (it is a painting), though it is enough like a thought for this example it is enough like that because you see an artist must energize action to create the painting and therefore it receives energy to be born and the life of the painting itself is from within the artist to some show where %5 find a way to be

above it already and %95 think hmn and continue and then some day, you know, that space on the wall, gets cleared and repainted and in this museum, another work goes there and another life happens.

you begin to see perhaps that the life of the painting itself and the life of the painting in the museum are two things happening at the same time the life of the painter is another the life of this painters interest in this type of art another . think Picasso and his early figure drawings his blueish paintings, then his 2 eyes on the side of the nose phase, cubisimo tambien and that pretty much all he did broke the mold so to speak of that at all and made it something unbreakable and look at what he made later and enjoy it because odds are he had a glimpse and then sat down and did what he wanted and even if a drawing 2 meters wide represents a war in spain and there are bulls and all in it

you think that he was thinking of some skinny winnys theory of art and trying to illustrate that theory?

I spit on your theory he was too good to even have needed to have done a spitting - which would show his relation to the theory by the action of spitting

He just did what he wanted and spit because he wanted to

I like to think

or was he sort of running with the glimpse he made of some bulls screaming and this was spain or something and he said that is in there, yet truly give me a fu~ give me a canvas paper something now

and then he found a way to get the bull in there and with all this other stuff and also, while laughing at the theorists

desperate attempts to make this their world the world of art and writing theory which is the world of philosophy though - not anymore because art theory is philosophy as it relates to art and who cares really

unless unless - you do not have permission to walk through the museum the one you bought a ticket for and just look at every picture that interests you and ask Where do I keep looking? What interests me most about this? What memories do I have? - and isnt that interesting that I have these memories and nothing more is to do or think about this !

move on to the next one cuz you wanna spit if you wanna, though do it in the drinking fountain ~ if you do not have permission to do this and if you do not have permission while in your own home or place of dwelling to take the back side of a damn bill you still get in the mail and just paid

and turn the thing over and start making circles and bulls and birds and the earth and cities and all hearts are awesome wheres the light come from? look at me brilliant scribbler me just however the hell you feel like it mark it all up and scratch carbon down in any shape you wish even a form of the words you can draw easy gets merged to gray-black on the backside of bills which always seem to waste such a good clean side of a sheet of paper it goes in the trash anyway and you have permission to make mince meep of all thoughts turn them into wild and that is you as well breaking down forms and breathing open the chest as your energy freed by you comes through you where it belongs.

and burn it after but you just did it cause you wanted to, IF you dont have permission to enjoy the wacky doodles of others

famous or notand IF you don't have permission to make whatever mark on paper you want to with different colors even EVERY SECOND you want to:

odds are this: Picasso making that super duper famous painting of a war in with Spain with a wild bull with a wild head and woman and men and it was a war with a show of some party if I remember right I dont.

He probably had other things on his mind like: who poses for him food at some moment next show material what where who when she what will people think fuck em Im Picasso an extra harsh line to indicate what he thinks of what someone might say though possibly that thought is interesting I had it now in relation to this and what is that a signal of from deep within and what does that have to do with the war in spain

so maybe he went with it

or maybe: maybe that harsh line reaction was the birth this flicker of doubt in relation to a drawing about wild bull and it was related to a war in with spain that he had about what some person might say maybe this flicker had its impact on a few lines in that drawing and maybe that flicker led to a chain of events contributing to the birth of Matisse's 'cut-out' period.

hard to say

Picasso did just fine being Picasso .

Given the solution you are dead. .

Accepting the possibility that it was no true picture of a war with a country called Espana it was in fact

picasso's own war with his Espana and the picture is still just true auto-biography and nothing more and that all art is this: even these words that are following your will to continue here now yes following your will to continue though: truly, while writing I sit before this screen my coffee now like sand cause I drank what was left and cant drink more without it being gritty and I am sitting writing whatever comes and this all started with some thought in my head that got me out of bed and I am simply writing everything that occurs while I go and make marks as I go and - this means nothing more than that? can you enjoy it with this intention I have and am stating first can you enjoy it? what does it bring up for you because I am no Picasso meaning Picasso will always and forever be Picasso and sorry this is true.

and I will always be me writing what I do when I do it and when it is clean with no smistakes it means only I took the time after to write in a way with no mistakes cause for that expression of myself I wanted to.

though I write the word you as if this were a class and you are reading this like learning from weirdness and daring to continue or just cause you wanna.

and truly truly this is auto-biography whatever I write about whatever I write referencing whomever I do I write about Picasso but it is me imagining what he did and why and it is my mind shown and nothing at all now to do with Picasso

I am about as close to that guy as the drawing Guernica I saw one time live in front of me and didn't know what it meant and all is auto-biography

to an imagined audience I will never meet and if anything in any of this is worth putting on a wall for a few minutes somewhere it will be as impersonal as this yeah we can be best friends with a few comments back and forth a hey great work phew or hey ? what the fu ~ and, phew, done-

Next thing, please.

Though: what comes up for you while experiencing THIS COLUMN OF LETTERS is you

and what you imagine I am is you (and you in this instance is idea-you dead for me just cuz I name it correct) Given the solution and what you think about doing is whatever you do with the life of this thing touching the life of you experiencing this thing and then that life dies AS another is born

another moment another event - even if that is the birth of you getting ready to go somewhere in your world that is the death of this.

is a given -

another thing of receiving information and doing a damn nothing or something about it at all.

what if all history and all policial speaking and all movements and all revolutions and all anything at all promoted or made by anyone at all - any response to liberal weenies or conservative dicks - lots of penises in political talk right ? cause we miss the point or dont get it and if we all collectively started to get the point the ones we ourselves make easy there would simply be a lot less weenie talk in politics and a ton more self-help books talking about weenies

this is almost scientifically publishable as a law of the universe. this about weenies.

There is a book and I just read this description of it 3 days ago there is a book about a bomb exploding and the social reverberations of a bomb exploding and though Thomas Pynchon makes these books long and full and filled with detail he is another abstract guy illustrating theory making books that are damn good and like finnegans's wake and other huge abstract literary events just damn threatening for you it is this way for you you you right? no - autobiography all expression if you think of it this way you might learn a lot about the historians of the world and the architects of this order or that, - it is all auto-biography and test this easy:

it is no criminal deathbed pen orwell think every second of every day like every letter of every word can become a full meaning and huge thing like one thought tonight got me out of bed and this spew now here resulted from a thought in my head for 3 minutes enough to move me to action.

3 minutes out of 24 hours makes a fraction small and these seconds are happening all the time for those seeing it that way and for that, if a man woman makes a book of the life of another person, a person who has lived enough seconds to be worthy of a book by another person about them, then you got to wonder: of all those millions of seconds, who does the choosing of which seconds are important and which not? and is it possible that the full public life of anyone is the least interesting and least revealing about the truth of that particular person?

- if me unknown me lost all the shite flowing around, all the blips and life that jump around me begging for dissolution all gone just this now you read and this all came from a three minute look, shut up mind, I want to sleep cuz I wanna no no - 10 minutes later drinking coffee me writing this long thing now dissolving quick and all else gone and I died

and history only had this little spew came out natural from a 3 minute thought heading and this thing made world headlines - bigger than that blue period thing and the entire world knew of this tired me one night

3 minute thought to many words here

and books written from this deducing all from clues and adjectives and punctuation and what is this or that (instead of just enjoying) and it was a theory of the times and a thing of this poque and we are here for this can to be bad no great no bad

it was a corner store sale. it was a blip in the fire.

- Come on: it is about the same as a book on someone long gone.

Maybe 1984 written by a man facing death came from one moment in one night a thought a way of how to look at this or that - and from that blip, to a huger than huge book, one that now defines crudely something sort of the opposite

and everything, and has become the Speak he referenced in that book borne from a blip and now when Orwell , mysterious private orwells name is said - it is about tvs two-way though - orwell wrote a number of novels books about a guy deliberately living poor to make a statement another about a family man in trouble who just splits another was a this about a pier and a million essays about the world of his time and this is hardly ever referenced its just thats orwellian and this means facist and thats that, man

so what is the point?

you are

making it yours with your feet tapping below you.

biographies of others are no different than auto-biography of the author and probably have as much to do with the subject as anything as one night I couldn't sleep and this is what I did with that ridiculous 3 minute

thought, all this. Given the solution you are dead.

though in addition who is to actually say and know, maybe the person himself herself who is the subject of the book has no idea what is truly important to them caught up in their persona and all so: who chose the seconds (du- the writer) and Why: remember the abstract painting questions: - as we are all abstract paintings, when you really think about it - a bunch of images thrown together flooding up from our unconscious spitting on the theories we define ourselves in relation to or not at the wall a minute or so -

and Im going to write a full book about an abstract painting a person and that would be just like art theory as biography?

think : art theory is making a bunch of words about the why and the how and the for what intention and reason there is this

picture movement at allgenerally to judge it good or bad pass or fail and the artist was finger-painting remember, expressing something deep that is unconscious generally and whatever comes to mind at all or to brush through hand-

and if I see one abstract painting or famous person in history - Lincoln for example is an abstract painting and I am going to express what I think is important about Lincoln and make one theory - sorry, biography to express the personal reasons so clearly articulated with all backed up by other art theorists' theories sorry - historians to show that I have done my homework so to speak? (yeah, I read five theories of art of this guy, and then I made a few quotes of the words they found to express (themselves in the energetic form of their subject) so we are sharing unconscious expressions triggered by historical figures

and using numbers to link our words to the other art masquerading as theory so people can

um

this is all fine because there are records and this is called getting to know ourselves by our relation to history and generally these days at least it is either saying in the US for example that we are good or we are the worst and here is why: however: (and it is a big however)

what do you think about it? - you here in this country standing before abstract painting Stedona there a wall for a minute and you make one more abstract painting your own you doodler you there on the telephone and this is the US and do you make an illustration of words about others paintings of this place,

or do you go direct and make your own theory about abstract US de A? Or do you simply splash the colors on the wall carbon crashing through and scratching black lines how you feel Are you the worst abstract US you or are you the best? what's your theory? or : are you and the country and all countries and all people one abstract painting expressed just cuz you wanna, and

let it go

what is your idea of this abstract painting called Lincoln or history being made right now about whoever? or: every author of a book about another person and events having painstakingly collected their perspective on this person from all the related material available

interviews quotes historical accounts has made a drawing with wild bulls about the war in or with Spain probably if it is good adding a few twists of their own

so back to Pynchon though first: in this way a book by Pynchon incredibly historical and probably more true to the era he is writing about under the name of fiction with fictitious characters used in a hodge podge comedic way to represent what people of that time were never like - all done to reveal something of the era that is his subject - that Pynchon in the category of fiction may be more historically accurate than some fat book of a million pages revealing just about every 300th second of the entire lifetime of a president or age for example meant to be a true portrayal of one man in time a point lost long ago and reclaimed by Pynchon or by you if you got the gumption to write your own story and will your own point like continuing down this page is willing yourself to continue

leading these words onward

- for and this important for without you I imagine reading these very words, and from whom I am making my own point clear to myself imagined you pointless these words do not have any reason to exist at all. it would be me going to the desert with a paintbrush a part of the desert untouched by anything never visited never seen not known therefore and doing this every few days and making a painting on the top of some mountain deep in a cave and writing words there that are for people to read and done in a place no one will ever ever read them.

Pynchon and Gravitys rainbow the book about the bomb and the social ripples of it so sayeth some words on a page on this thing you are reading from now this machine

and so that I accept suddenly as the whole thing though (now in hindsight, that is that person talking about his own energy in a work of abstract art. I bought a copy of this book in 95 and wanted to read it all maybe just cause people I respected said it was so good and I only got as far as A Screaming came across the sky and I could not go further, at that time young me trying because the screaming was not clear what it was and it was too much noise to just enjoy the colors he uses and the screaming could have been a million things then to green mind me smoky views on what was going down and so the book left unread and still unread for that line of screaming across the sky - and then now some many years later one guy writes the story was about a big bomb exploding and what came of it and so the screaming was no other world thing, it was the screaming of a bomb.

and that is just oops.

how many abstract paintings did I walk quickly past cursing the artist and all students everyone I saw who liked this or that for the theory they dug and what if I could have just enjoyed those for what it was - the energy of the work of another human put on the wall someone expressing something inside that awoke them for 3 minutes one night and now is how they are known at all

our finger paintings legacied.

likewise, Thoreau a man who did that 2 year stint in the woods writing about nature herself to find out what she had to offer Oh yea that you ask not what you can do for the natural world. Paint the pure cuz-you-wanna colors of your unconscious as the natural world expresses itself through you .

like art theory is snow on a roof in fast-being-born springtime, meltingly trying to maintain the shape of the roof itself; cuz-you-wanna art is the world on which snow falls and is the snow and all of it all

not even curious about what form it will take this time snow cannot care it is natures pure expression as it is the temporary form and nothing more Witnessing somehow to what form it will transform as it Splashing water arcs above the lake surface and through the air and then rejoins itself as it splashes back to the Lake

or that's we with no big metaplop.

- and Thoreau inspiring the likes of Gandhi and ML King and doing all this: you think he spent 2 years in the woods to see what nature had to offer without a big old audience in his head keeping him company every second of every day? against this movement or inspired by the look from that woman in one flash her eyes dancing across his the turn of her head away though a reveal too a smell wafting across the room a flush and if that form did not inspire something in Thoreau

to finish his goal and intention then he is no man at all he would have to have transcended that physical form cause however you get through it whatever forms you love to love a pretty girl walks by and sees for one second you the world you as potential best thing about it, you the one the teacher one glimpse from a woman that way and then the dismissal of you after (most important) and with this the earth says yes to you and you dont forget it.

what will she say when she reads these words Im all transcendental and all but ynow shes got a cutie patooti and skin like a mountain and eyes like the lake and her love must be like the sun if the cool fire of that is like anything it is this and come on go read Thoreau and if he is idealizing anything it is a world where nature and humans are one, and the woman with hair like a field of grass bending in the wind as she turns away calmly after showing you the lakes below the mountains

- its enough to forget your taxes, I daresay, for a welcomed melancholy holy inspirational blip every day of your life.

and come on Ill be a known artist after when the 2 year lake gazing is done getting all down and dirty with the lakes and the spiritual grass and she and I can find some hay so to speak - it is simply very unlikely that Thoreau as truly great as he must be - did his great experiment with no audience in mind every second - and inspiring every word he wrote. When, perhaps, he did not know how to coin his observation right - it would be the woman with the patooti, or that guy or this guy a flash of their mug in his awareness and then chapter 3 just like that a river running through it for all time and that is how we know of this human at all.

thanks be to our devils and our angels floating in our minds, bubbles of energy they their death in us a release as the energy from their form to us must remain with us after and it is for this we celebrate our heroes

when they are dead more than anything and kill our villains or could be thisfor the energy that comes back to us from us there first.

and open breathe it in

Given the solution you are dead what? me?

is what began this flood no prairie grass in the wind whispering and tilting like silky silky - just a damn thought and really I wanted to sleep more and now will be tired and this thought was there and it was no screaming across the sky and no bomb, just a thing in my system got me up and I trust it now and I followed it annoyed, and put it here.

There is no rhyme to it and if there are threads opened in this list of letters, I simply ask that all the threads now be seen as blades of grass in a prairie gently bending, and all these threads opened move easy like her eyes moving away

and forever gone only a blip to this one thought that began it all

Given the solution you are dead.

you might be you I dont know reading these words or it is imagined you to whom these words were written or it is just me there

the solution was to get me out of bed.

the prairie and all the things of that the things there, the abstract art of it all abstract art we and then we try to organize what blips its way up we do this, and we do it with memory or a girl with the hair and a father now gone and it comes out of the forms we make and sometimes we have a relation to what something is trying to illustrate, and then there is just direct relation to what ever it is comes

and we have a moment where we dont hear a no we hear the earth saying so quietly it is almost a whisper yes -

you dont have to hold that form forever, it can just be guided out,

so the energy just moves back to you to the ground beneath you, to energize your life how you need it and when the body system you work through is fully energized the world is always just fine.

and when your body system is not fully energized, it is for you to decide if your energized body needs to be born again now. This demands the death of your body system without all its energy. And to do this demands the death of whatever form you made that you are in this moment energizing.

This is the death of the thought that awoke me Given the solution you are dead

Best I could do: me art theorist abstract painting me. I mean, you

here. Given the solution you are dead.

Given the solution (your energy with you) you (the part of your system energizing a blip of your energy in another form you made) are dead.

Me with coffee in my system dying. Me without coffee in my system being born. Me with this thought un-solutioned dying. Me with a quiet mind being born. Me as someone writing to myself here dying. Computer shut down being born.

Me awake in the middle of this night dying. Me thankfully asleep again for the few hours remaining til morn being born.