Another loss of Art in Albuquerque New Mexico

BRAVE DOCTOR. This piece was inspired, probably the wrong word, by a photo I ' witnessed ' when I was a child. The naked child, in my mind was ' running.' In the picture that's what she is doing, what I saw was a photo that came alive. She was really running. The clothes burnt from her body, a napalm attack. Vietnam. She is a doctor today, I think, maybe in the US. If memory serves, it was our bomb. The rest is self explanatory.

UPDATE-8-20-09-This sculpture was given to a couple outside the museum, they accepted it graciously and with surprise that it was free. I went into abit of detail as to what it represented and the show it was designed for, really inspired. I hope that they will fight for stronger laws against the abuse of children and terrorism, both home and abroad.

Another Lot of Art Bites the Dust

FORGOT THE TITLE, BUT NOT WHAT I WAS THINKING. MAY BE OF HER, FOR NOW. This piece is a composite of the ongoing power base in regards to the binary system we all live in, multiplicities of neurocircutries both in the physical and mental adhesion to impulse not realized until examination, then lost once again to another impulse replacing the other, or layering upon another, borrowed from the next circuits impulses. Ex. If you've seen a city from high up in the sky, you have then seen a common ' motherboard.' With one exception, in dimensional space as it is taught today. The idea of one thought as opposed to individual thought is defeated in the complexities of sex, a common mean when defined as current, or driving force in a two dimensional thought process, though some would argue in lue of languages as structure in the process itself, as an illusion in the third dimension, or how would we recognize each other or a difference. Ex. Machine? The only answer is that energy is a living constant or being. Short answer, thoughts live in travel, only. All thoughts, if observed.

In the center of the piece is a wording, ' I love my image.' This is true of anything man has made including images of outer space because it is based on the condition of our own optical network, even if enhanced or replicated in machinery or there programed visitatorial in relation to the designers. We are what we make and the conditions of which we emulate in the structure of form of thought experienced in travel between only a set of two. Some, four. So nothing is really seen outside of our selves in the sense of what is really out there because we mirror what we see, all that we see. Two dimensional. Constant, three is where you have been in the present. Immediate is yet to be explained, in our understanding of the illusion of time, thus distance and form in experience of our present, experienced there, here and now. In other words our thought process hasn't even caught up with our understanding of what is seen, here.

Destroyed June 9, 2009.

Another Lot of Art Bites the Dust

PICKING UP THE PEICES. This piece was a direct approach to the issue of abortion. I know that I spent a few words on the issue relating to INDIFFERENCE, but that's just it, does anybody remember ' A note of a song?' See how you, we are. The wheel of the broken baby carriage, I found at the landfill, partially burnt. The feeling I got from the thing was that of despair. I kept it for years, until ' spoken to,' and it's use revealed. I asked for it and it was given to me. ( I once found a piano, and broke the harp out of it for a piece, but controversy in a friendship derailed that project. I'll write more about that in my finale writings in the protection, blog, later. )

The frames for me represent structure of relationships, friendships and family, somewhat disjointed in opposition of a ' mirroring sameness ' in the face of new life, not really recognized as such, a more of a convenience of example, in relation to the past, as the issue relates to the present, as a following of a ' power base,' in the guise of a medical profession. The clean towel represents a rendering of history in as much as the extermination of the Jews in the second world war, or The Christ. Victories fragrance is worn valiantly in the face of the enemy, as labeled with the all seeing eye at the bottom of the Delta, to ward off all who would enter the ARK , UNKNOWINGLY of the waters therein.

THIS PIECE WAS DESTROYED. WHY? REAL DOCTORS DON'T CARE. THEY LET AN IDEA; AN ' IDEAL MIND ' BASED ON AN ILLUSION OF MAN, ONE, THAT IS NOT ROOTED IN ANY SHAPE OR FORM OF CONSCIENCE, AS AN ALL DEFINING ACT OF ' DEFENSE ' OF LIFE, AS DEFINITION OF THE WORDS HUMAN BEING, AND THE WORD, HUMANE. IT TAKES TWO, MALE AND FEMALE TO CREATE LIFE, A HUMAN BEING; HUMANE.

Another Lot of Art Bites the Dust

INDIFFERENCE. A piece that, I felt, emitted the coldness of examination of a person must feel in the most intimate of settings, either it be the abortion clinic or a hospital. The decisions that are made regarding life and death impact society's conscience as a whole, though some would say, lopsided. The over all ' radiance ' of this piece, is just that, it follows you around, your ' eye's memory ' never let you forget what the piece is composed of, note of a new song or the termination there of, life. The title, I chose because when I created her ' her,' it hit me in the gut, hard. Was this my impression of women in general, or was this a reflection of self worth of women and the right of identity thought through. Either way, it is of conscience. ( The one thing that has bothered me with this piece, is this, the decision of a mother, and or father, making the decision for a teenager or a teenager making the decision on her own. )
I was asked by a rather fat woman in her 60's ( ? ), hair of white and glasses to participate in a showing at Morning Sun Art Gallery for Woman's History Month a couple of years ago; a self proclaimed psychiatrist, Patron of the Arts ( ? ), but really just a librarian and a psychiatrist, if that ( ? ), not licensed to practice psychiatry. Oh, the people you meet when you quit drinking by use of remote viewing's many definitions and the utilization of self hypnosis and all the doctors and shrinks, in their latter years ready to direct your sexual identity, and most especially if you don't support they're extreme liberal causes, even pertaining to children. To put it bluntly, if your not treated well, and your ' match maked ' with a person of your same sex, all you can do is be polite and never answer her calls again. " It must be my fault, not the pedophiles."

The lady who ran the gallery seemed to be a nice person and I'm sure she was. I'm sure she might of thought my Art would bring revenues despite the fact I'm sure she was informed of who's pet ( unknowingly ) I used to belong to, as I now know the fat woman informed her of, and all that goes along with rumors. So here they are, the next to be dumped in wastelands of Albuquerque's landfills.

UPDATE- 8-20-09-This sculpture was offered to the Albuquerque Museum and denied. I left it in the fountain, another sculpture, in front of the museum. Like mindedness mirrors the cities desire line. So I left it in a ' cleansing wash of water.' Whoever finds it, with exception to old patrons has my permission to keep it with the understanding that it was an effort in the fight against child abuse and the murder of children allowed and made permissible in our society today as LAW AND RULE OF THE COUNTRY, AS FAR AS ETHIC'S ARE TAUGHT, THUS THE CITY OF ALBUQUERQUE.

NEW AND IMPROVED ! Another loss of Art in Albuquerque New Mexico

                 NEW AND IMPROVED ! A FOOTNOTE: The professional occupation currently known as psychiatry in conjunction with the medical field, is a oxymoron in blunder, in terms of aid provided of aid received before hand, as a definition in education and care. One. Most people who enter this field have mental problems of their own often related to abuse issues and, or identity problems, hence, a dominant or submissive approach to treatment, ' inner ' freedoms or lack there of, often suggested or implied in the form of leading questions, which may include suggestive paths within boundaries already in process of application, as a misdirection in further behavioral traits which misrepresent the original ' self ' in a process of healing; demon vs. societal demons. Ex. Children on the current New Wave of perception drugs ( Classical ' music,' by now ). Will they ever know who they really are in a natural state as opposed to what they are now ' designed ' to be, and I might add further addiction to illegal drugs when ' treatment ' has been successfully ( ? ) accomplished. ( Not all children go wayward. Yet, the number is still great, and the question still remains. ) In turn, accomplished freedoms often suggested or imprinted ( if it can be done ) on the patient regarding sexual interaction in any of the subcultures in society as identity is taught to be based on this. Second. The misuse of a professional education in this field ( three really ), may often be imposed and, or ( in ) replacement of  the ' self ' and it's interaction in social situations, a layering of the current desirable ' model ' of personality, really ' A new self,' as determined by the industries needs, and self acceptance as a positive roll in accountability and the economy of want; revenues. A New and Improved You! Unless your homosexual, of course; godlike in social stature and undeniably the most truthful ethical ' beings ' to ever grace the pages of human history. ' How Dare You, the Heathen Heteros, impose your animalistic, classless, distasteful, UNNATURAL and just, down right ' simple celled ' mentality onto OUR YOUTH! YOU, gutturally laced alley appled, quick tempered, waterlogged, paisley spined dingle berries aloft brain buckets in tweaked illusionary cow fantasies of delirious uglies! HOW DARE YOU, YOU, of philanthropic foundations of clack boxed fools, in follow! WE know your secrets, if only we had...OOPS! ' Some doctors, but I'm sure, must think.    

                So, it seems to me, a layman, that if the psychiatric, psychological and medical fields,  to an extent, are treating mental illness that must be recognized in the first person as to create an interest of concern ( as opposed to monetary gain; revenues ), may beg a question in terms of the on going developmental creation of a ' Cabal ' of professional ( ? ) ' experts ' with an almost complete, absolute ( the negative use of the word ) control over their patent's if ' proper '  behavioral responses and ' traits ' applied ( if successful ), are not abided by. My point is this, the starting gate ( there ) was a response structured as need, as care for what is currently deemed mental illness, unless there's a war going on, of course. Now, ' We can use all the crazies we can use,' again and again, and...Shit! Ran out! We need some more please? I  Know  Lets send ' The Gays ' and startle them into a Dazzling Fashion Craze. We have it all backwards. OMG! Conspiracy Theory! No!...Tolerance...lets see...I Know, The Feminists! 

                 I asked a medical doctor once if she ever questioned the various descriptive uses of prescription drugs dealt by the pharmaceutical company representatives and as to their need, she said that she didn't have the time and that she trusted the ' system.' In many respects, with concern to all these fields of endeavor, it kind'a gives ' doctors without boarders ' a whole new meaning on multiple levels, if you catch my drift? Those Chauvinistic Pigs and their contrary sales tactics! Be Damned! I Know, Lets send MEN! AH, HA,HA,HAAAAA...HA!

                 The interesting thing is, that most of this knowledge is at any ones fingertips and that is a double edged sword, let alone in the hands of the professionals and the educational apparatus which applies and demonstrates proper behavioural traits in the form of ' punishment,' and ' The CODE...' Those Damned Arabs! No Wait the Jews! The Arab's said so, why those Damned Arabs, no wait, can't remem... No, it can't be,... The Italians! Yeah, them! There the ONES!  Shit, forgot, those pampered lily whites of foolish global intents in Absolute Global Dominance in Pampers! Damn Those Crackers!...Those...well I'll ' be a'shit for the horse,'...The Blacks! Yeah! There the ONES! Those Knuckle Dragging seed spit'en, AAH, THE MEXICANS! AH HA! Those Damn child bearing multitudes as if Chinese following...AW Crap! It's the ' Fags,' those old burnt out, tobacco smelling, Y generation loathing, Yuppie larva Craves...Wait, I have it all wrong...must be the doctors. The Doctors! AH, Ha, Ha, Ha!  Huh? Oh, fingertips! SHIT!

                 Also interesting is the fact that half of these ' disciplines ' are dealing with the ' mind ' and the other other half the physical body as it relates to the brain, in short, the study of the brain, therein lie ' plausible disability ' between the two ' disciplines,' as a structure, therefore tool. I have used the field of psychiatric care loosely in terms of definition, as to it's distinction regarding the two, as her ' sister ' is also included as occupation of use. So, your damned if you do and damned if you don't. Fuck the doctors! One of the few professions in the World, that you have to know basic law in order to practice. Well I'll be...THE LAWYERS! Those Damn Wig wearing, toga flashing Nit Wits ponder'en ' Gee, wonder whats under the robe? ' DAMN IT! It's a GUY! Wait, I'm a WOMAN!...I need to see DOCTOR.

                  In no means do I suggest that these professions are not needed, only that the professions are in need of structural ' rehabilitation,' to coin a phase. After all we are dealing with the ' Baby Boomers " and now generation X in professional infancy; a free ' love society ' and all that it implies. EX. Soldiers are now not receiving proper mental help and returned to the arena, a theater were specialized skills in the art of warfare are learned in survival and if memory serves, Vietnam introduced in ERA, a new and improved form of child abuse in acceptance as ' Right of Passage.' 

                  So much for The New Age, the world's in a race for dominance in extinction 'cause the...THE CHRISTIANS! AH HA! HA, HA, HE! YEAH! THE...NO! WAIT!!! BABIES! Those damn babies. Children...babies breath; children, who by no fault of their own,... are simply, babies. Human Beings. Fault? Then, WHY?

The endless search for ' Self-Satisfaction, 'not necessarily self-gratification; just catching up!

                The minds met, of the continuations of the word; the dictionary.                                                          5-13-09  J.Bartholomew Ochoa III

                 A couple of nights ago I was ' trolling,' wait, I don't like the sound of that word, OK, two nights ago I was ' cruising ' the net, Shit! Don't like that phrase either, alright then! Last couple of nights ago I was jamming the net at a high rate of speed of about 23 words in one minute, nine seconds, the pic's too. When I came across what very much appeared to be a young woman/man ( ? ) of the appearance of, well, younger than what she/he ought to have been photographed doing. She/he seemed to be of the Asian persuasion and younger than ' cropped 'thighs on either side of she/he.

                 I immediately stopped, couldn't believe what I saw, went on to the next page, and thought, ' What the FUCK! ' How is this possible? I went back forced myself to look and sure enough, over the line. I FLAGGED it. I read the guy's profile, a self proclaimed artist, I should of FLAGGED his other blog too. 

                 What was really interesting last night, of the two blogs that I flagged, is this. Though of some intellect and language skills, some of the writing is good, though I might differ on opinion's expressed, I can't help but wonder why one would post photographs of people who appear and strongly, I might add, to be under age. There was no excuse for the first, it was a blog of individual expression, not a porn sight, as I understand them. So, having said that, does that make it legal in the ethical climate of the art world, as it stands today? The photograph was not that of ' fantasy ', not that makes it any better ( history is full of examples, as are religions ),  it was blatant, the photograph was not ' Photo Shopped, ' though I must admit that I didn't spend any time in close examination. And if it was, with the degree of ' realism,' I would argue that it was obscene in the sense of what appeared to be a distinct age difference relative to bone structure of the face and musculature of the two bodies in question, then posted as voyeur, as were all prior paragraphs and phonographs, found or produced. That's what books are and now the Internet can be, a mirror of thought, sometimes graphic in all definitions of the word depending on intellectual aperture or just talent.  ( Some might question the use of the word ' voyeur,' I am using it in relation to production of dopamine ) A definition of pleasure derived from different sources of stimuli relating to a vast area under the heading of sex, which seemingly ties into everything of the double helix ( or can be as metaphor, hypothetical or not ). Examples can be found in art, architecture, music, you name it, the golden means's relevancy to and in life is present everywhere. Even to the illusion ( ? ) of a linear world in the abstract sense of virtual reality, all breaks down to the binary, thus helix. The Body of the Mind. Question?-In structure, which is older, that is to say, if the other percent is that of elements or even simpler put, minerals and the other, that of water, would not one recognize the other as, maybe, like in kind, a differential of age, if conscious, as an adult? If conscious, then why not of a conscience relative to a service provided as PUBLIC; of representations of humanities youth? If so, then we are examining more the process of a machine or at the vary least, an animal. Just conscious. Human beings build machines and their purpose and programing as tools. Animals just exist, eat and breed. Humans build machines of need, their purpose as tools. Do wants, pertaining to the programing of machines, reflective of the mind, more so than that of need? If so, then who ' plays ' the role of the adult with conscience?

               So back to the ethical reasoning of why the individual posted such a thing in the guise of art. In a blog that I thought that of an adult? A person of conscience? A warning of content before I entered and now a warning for others and law enforcement, by me, that some Artists are outraged at this visual abuse. I have my own memories of my youth as an adult. I don't need yours reexamined with what appears to be a youth, with an adult! I would post the site if I thought it was the right thing to do, so that the individual might be ostracised by others of the same insights, but who would I be kidding? How do I know how many people have seen it ( quite abit, I looked ), and why wasn't it flagged before? It wasn't. Why would it be there in the first place? The sexual revolution should not and will not , as far as I'm concerned, include children in sexual situations, that appear to be under the age of 18 because they haven't yet explored their own minds and bodies of their own age and should not be the ' property ' of adults in the sense of the visual ' experience.' The adult, who never explored beyond the age of sixteen years of age, because of all the options now on the net as examples, that must be seen as trade, for there is no other explanation, to be quite frank, that would be satisfactory as explanation. Why post something that's wrong if you are not living the life style? Or are you ( they ? ) bucking the system as EXAMPLE OF EXPLANATION OF MENTAL ILLNESS UNDER LAW, DESPITE CONSCIENCE OR JUST COMMON SENSE ?

                Equality, redefined in International Intellectual Property Rights                                                                

                Expression pivots in revolution around equality for the purpose constant redefinition of human value and life as constructions in structure, which in turn attempts to guarantee levels of liberties in order to and for the survival of the humanity of the species relative of conscience. In short, to be human, is to strive above the animal and the intelligence of the machine; that is to ' feel ' enough to think. Equivocation?

                Histories of past cultures have proven that societies that grew stagnant in terms of obsessive self observations and then strict doctrines for all her populations have in effect met a self destructive path taking with it countless millions of lives to the grave. Along with much of the known world, at the time, with her in the form of the domino effect; one country tips, the rest follows, or conquered. Ex. Nazi Germany. This is why I feel that the equivocations of the  nature of the Internet, if not our country too, is in need of redefinition as to the laws currently established which are teaching today's youth, by way of ( international ) intellectual property laws as ' Scape Goat ' in example and in defense of liabilities unjustified within all societies of different cultural values in the world as a whole, from the stand point of the ' current ' Technological Industry as a whole ( apparatus ? ) as it stands today, as not to be held responsible for the ' product ' as currency as ' debt 'in return for the complete erasure of childhood and the innocence that ( might be ? ex. Religion and science. ) is found within a definition of childhood as understood by common people today.

               A middle ground is warranted as a society in the whole, in terms of the world, is slowly being ' adapted ' to a social conscious where conscience has been left behind, at dinner tables where conversations were once experienced as ' family.' In today's fast paced ' mentality ' of servitude to a world economy without liability to her young. All the worlds societies children are at risk and endangered by pedophilia. Thus, a new gap of many generations, a ' Multilingual Generational Gap, ' as to terminology, slang, education and of impacted language, has been unknowingly created as a feasting ground for the pedophiles on an insurmountable scale. Where the lack of knowledge has been shifted form the child to the Adult; by design, you decide. ( ex. The birth of the Internet was born on the Swiss/Franco border, where societal means and standards are quite different from those in most states of all The Americas concerning nudity and sexual practices, not to mention the rest of the world. )

               Law enforcement is overwhelmed in this growing denial of ' absolute freedom without question,' as the Technological Industry, ' reaps ' in the proceeds at the expense of stress, the uneducated and nature of all human beings as having sexual desires ( mentally sound, I hope ), while allowing the mixture of ALL desires in explicitly ' experienced ( ? ) ' representations as they would have to be, because they are there. ex. ' The One Hundred Monkey Effect.'  If this theory holds true in Quantum Physics, will humanity lose all sense of ETHICS, including and not limited to Motherhood and Her Children in All Cultures as Understood in Most Societies Definition of FAMILY, Regarding Child Abuse ( just because they can, or haven't the time ).

                If allowed as history has proven, government's law enforcement will see no other option other than Complete Authoritarianism, and that is not a side of humanity anyone wants to see again. Or experience. The military as part of the governmental apparatus will then take on law enforcements role, and all liberties, including current laws in place protecting children will be lost also, as it almost always is in civil unrest and warfare. EVERYBODY LOSES. The middle road as a responsible individual of conscience and the pursuit of the Technological Industry as a whole as a responsible entity too, that is not above the law and allowed to ' scape goat ' the issue of child abuse behind a curtain of international intellectual property ownership of representations of illegal material as is currently allowed by ignorance? We as individuals have to abide by laws protecting children and the MARKET as a whole and those who REALLY OWN IT are INDEBTED to THE PEOPLE not the select WE THE PEOPLE, as a few. As an individual of the truest intent of  WE THE PEOPLE, our founding father's intent regarding liberty, was to ensure taxation with representation as fair response to need, in the world at the time. This en cured debt, at the time slavery of gender and race was common practice as was child servitude in the harshest sense in terms, as were all of the above, being viewed as TRADE. CURRENCY. Have our values really changed due life, liberty and pursuit of happiness? Are we still in the 1600's under England's rule? ( Of note. Which of the two countries abolished slavery first, incorporated women's suffrage and established laws protecting children first ? )

                So why not call the cops. I did better and will go further. I have in the past. A suggestion was made in the second letter to The White House, one of many which this stands out in my mind, now refined in purpose and implication in   DEMAND:   ALL BLOG COMPANIES, AND WEB SITES AND OR CORPORATIONS MUST IN ORDER TO DO BUSINESS, OF ALL PRODUCTS OFFERED, MUST INCLUDE ON PAGE PULLED UP AS FLAG, TO INCLUDE, AND NOT LIMITED TO DESCRIPTIVE OBJECTION DEFINED AS SUCH: ' CHILD SEXUAL REPRESENTATION OR SITUATION. '    This idea would go further as to NOT include on adult blogs an acceptance form in the nature of E-mail, names and or passwords. Also, those blogs which are, but are not of an adult nature, to be either randomly checked, OR, E-mail access only, and accepted entrance by the public. The new nature of the flagging system would apply here also. This does not mean that every one should be tracked. And the legal section of any blog offerings does state ' illegal material,' or something of that effect, IS NOT ALLOWED, WHICH BEGS THE OBVIOUS QUESTION CONCERNING THE AUTHORITIES. It's been about a couple years, since I looked. This is not enough. ( Is it possible that by proximity of environments, ie. links, and placed in OVER ALL CONTENT, that we all maybe, unknowingly guilty, though child abuse not seen? )

 

                 Why would this work, because, ' Liberty ' of expression comes with a price, either you the people or WE THE PEOPLE. Everything is relative to economy. That is to say energy. Will ' your ' energy be better spent by you, or would your energy be better spent by WE THE PEOPLE as given by politicians who know better than you in all areas of your life including pagan belief systems which, may, include all religions or ONE RELIGION to be worshiped and ONE RACE as defined in ' dress,' and ONE INTERNET WITH ONE WEBSITE. AND NO GENDER AS DEFINED BY SEX AND AGE ALWAYS UNDETERMINED. The choice is really yours. If you do nothing, your life will be ' spent 'for you. FOLLOW THE MONEY. WHO OWN'S YOUR CHILD ? A REPRESENTATION ( PHOTO/FILM OF ), BLOGGERS OR A BUSINESS ? NOT YOU.

                 

                 Situational Relief in a Comical World, because viewed in Any Other Way...

                 

                 From my stand point, to have access to a ' FREE ' blog for expression for my, maybe, one or two readers, to vent, rant and rave, but not necessarily to...EXPOUND MY PERSONAL BELIEF SYSTEM THAT EVERYONE, 'cept me, of course, SHOULD BE FORCED OFF MY PLANET, 'cept, maybe,...100,000 WOMEN FOR...BASKET WEAVING...( Some times comedy relief can be a good thing ). By the way, I once did call in to local law enforcement to report, what I felt was child porn, and I was eventually given a number of which I did call and with site info info in hand, listened briefly to a PEDOPHILE CHECK IN. I was angered to the point of lawsuit if able, but calmed down, and kept trying. The rest is unimportant, other than the fact that I forgot to give HER the website. Don't be intimidated either by yourself, or others.  Anger will get you no where unless used properly. Don't be intimidated by feminists of authority or not, they have blogs too, their opinions vary and their fantasies are pretty much the same, give or take a ' whatever or two,' and for the most part lame, meaning, they just don't think right. The 100,000 girls ( over the age of 18 ), are mine! Not yours, sorry. 

                We are but two of gender, generally as to our physicality. We have differed greatly and also to a lesser extent over the Milena, but the stride of HUMANITY as humane as opposed to the monster, all of the same definition, can be summed up in ONE word. STAND. To stand. To take a stand. THE STAND. Hence, the name of this ( my ) progression as to what should never of been, and to what should be. In New Mexico, as to laws protecting children, we're getting abit better. As INDIVIDUALS interacting with the net, only you can make the difference, or it will be made for you. To some, I might seem out of place in my expressions, but that is the nature of freedom of expression protected by adults with a real sense of freedom for all. I'm not afraid to voice my opinion and suggest law. I will go further in refinement of propositions to safeguard our freedoms and limited freedoms of children as protections for their freedoms as adults in the future, as adults enjoy today; excluding child nudity which pushes the bar as to instruction of masturbation, or ' spread eagle ' in an adult environment for adults ( the second blog ) and not so cleaver definitions as to what ART is;  just there to push the ' system, ' and insanity therein. Which by the way, consists of ALL people; and some individuals who want fairness of business as practice ( to post on your blog means you are, in a sense, by way of expression, expending energy ' in loco parentis ' of education which by it's vary nature attracts results that can, in turn, attract unintended consequences, including child abuse and often bodily injury and not limited to murder. As history and newspapers, now online news services have recorded. )  due conscience to safeguard freedoms for all who wish Freedom of Expression on the world wide web, including our nation's young people without conscience of mis-representation enticed ( ? ) by adults. If it's there then there is no REAL ADULT SUPERVISION.

                In my view, their is nothing wrong with the expression of intimacies, even of childhood events, girlfriends and so on. There's nothing wrong with photographs, film if contained within adult settings and minus minors or those who appear as such without proper identifications up front ( we live in an age of advanced technology, and I'm sure proper age can be rendered or obtained and not allowed posting at all ). But it used to be that ' intimacies ' were hidden ( not vary well ), but hidden none the less. Today, all you have to do is type in a word and all is there, equality for all ages combined, all angles, without little or no social relevance due education and no Adult Supervision as to content regulated; equality misused. Not all blogs and websites are this way, but some are. I found one good blog of note a couple of nights ago that I might post later. I flagged two a couple of nights ago, the system needs to be fixed; ' brought up to speed, 'in my opinion.  

                 The images have now been satisfactory trashed in my mind and there might be some NEW RULES set in place in order to protect all our freedoms. Children's too.

WHITE EYES, ONE RED

                 Sonnets like thoughts, winged in translation

                  I must admit to an imagination of Velikovskyian ideals of ' A Peoples of The Sea,' a book I've never read but look at daily, in as much as a brief ponder as to, how does a hummingbird judge time set of her heart in paths between those slow moving giants? ' Don't they get it? 'even she pondered; the messenger. A distant memory of two brightly lit globes, high above and the light that ensued for many searches of nectar. One dimer than the other, she thought as ' young feathers 'slept, when the waters raged in torments and washed across the mountains in union, when the Titans met. Birthing can be a difficult thing, until named of the event, in a handmaiden's art; a progression in memory and trials. The hummingbird thought as she fluttered her wings in sigh and a taste of the air.

                   She thought of the many before her who left for the skies, though turbulent, and of the others who like ' nightmares ' walk the remainder below where the Nectar is found. A recognition she's seen, a time or two, like wisdom at a crawl, a hardened shell like stone carried upon her back. A familiarity of an old world that is of never, no longer remembered. She wondered of the great mists and fires settled in bet. As if wings in reshape; a calling heard of will in distant ' pictures, ' abundant memories of all lives lived before the waters met. Under the Two Bright Ones, a thought felt in sight with small feathers, and the sent of flowers parted a sweetness and the twigs spun, yarned around where ' young feathers,' slept. Home. He, so far above the trees, the Dim One alone, as if smile in reminder. Always still, never turning his face, never a thought given, was asleep and old; as witness.

                    How the ' nightmares ' have forgotten when the skies like furies then parted in answer to screams in trillion folds of lives in chaos, when the oceans leaped. And the bright ones, as if in answer, mixed the waters without question as to why, in violent birth to save all of two in chance; as then, to one. One Bright of eye, given to flowers and all of color, under Her gaze, though He is still near, watchful of heart; red.

                    " How small ' nightmares 'are,"she sung, as ' young feathers 'stirred while beams and glimmer shown through leaves as Her Bright shown everywhere; knowing he is near, always. Home, where the Nectar is found.

                    

                    FLATLAND'S FOUR

                    Years ago I thought to myself ' I remember all,'and a thought came to mind, if every family and singles too, planted a tree of four temperate zones ( like those found on the back of seed packets ), they might all have a chance for survival in today's changing climate. I know some of you are thinking, why four? Well, what's meant to grow in your zone is a given. We are a people of animals in migration when observed over points in time. So, if the trees, as with the plants are in your zone, plant them. It might of really been meant to be there.

                     The two temperate zones above and below the given are to be plated in your zone ( the given ) first. Turn the seed packet counterclockwise ( This is done to get the full ' Bart ' effect, in order to obtain a fresh perspective, but for those who insist on visualization, I guess that's alright. ) Then choose the one's above and below the first two. Nature is given to survival and surprises. Plant them. 

                       Spread the seed and your children's children will eat well if you teach them to breath first. ( Got the idea from ' Flatland,'I guess, though the cover is nice to look at too. ) God forbid, that I should ever read a few books now and again. I do, but the ones with simple covers,  I just like to ponder. I do know one thing though, buffaloes and monkeys shit alot of seeds, just like we used too and they, when they were abundant, before the grasses and trees were all cut down. 

                      Nothing is of one place in time. Seeds were designed with travel in mind.

                       

Expectations Within Music

                U-2. Years ago I was given, made aware ( ? ), of two songs by, then, a new group by the name of U-2. One song entitled ' BAD ' was of particular interest as it was recorded live, and somehow seemed a bit more soulful with Bono and all's participation within the experience and environment. Over the years, but more so during my collage years ( HA ! ), I must of listened to the track, at least a thousand times, if not millions; repeatedly. In bursts of creation along with the company of a bunch of guys that spoke funny but at absolute command of gifts given and lesson's learnt of life, and a passion found therein. The combined talent of this ' new fab four ' was never emulated, in terms of a direction, my art was to aspire in my own mind and then translated by my talent. U-2 gave me a place to go, ' a zone 'to work out problems of my past, but also I listened from time to time. A verse or two, a voice in tune that spoke of work engaged with life and an endless melody driven of guitar based upon a foundation of drums of voice. A talent of mind to give strings of the soul; meeks the purchase. I have always felt their sound to be of the heart. 

               My talent, also given, but side tracked by addictions of lateral platitudes in the sense of never trying to be heard with ambitious cause other than alcohol and the environments they ensue. " Just phallic symbols, " my art as once described, an opinion unwarranted in nature. I've learned much from this band's music and the atmospheres helped created. Push forward, faith. And also endless thought processes in conjunction with the pivot of a single word, next to note, reexamined again as the next, as conjuncture in silent melody in paint and steel. Then one day I stopped drinking, partly planed, the rest shock and this world, loud and without song.

               Thank you U-2 for ' No Line On The Horizon.' And also thanks to the guy who gave me the song ' BAD,'though reexamined in the ' midst's' of the crowd; a song, I was told was of addiction. A nice guy, a black man before I learned the word ' Nigger 'then, in this city, now just a man; a nice guy.' The Joshua Tree,' I had, I didn't know they did anything earlier or ' live.'

                

              ' Fresh breath after Coma ' by Explosions in the Sky. All of this group's music is exceptional. A group I know little of with exception of their home town Austin, Texas. You have to listen to these guys to believe the subtle intensities and depths of gentle rifts gliding throw the clouds of ambient sound, seemingly without effort or course, unhampered in duration and by time. Simplistically complex in beauty, as in echo with whales and dolphins.

               M.I.A.'s ' paper planes,' and other songs from her debut album and second offering are outstanding as of the heights of artistic documentary relative to social mishaps we all share, whether it be in poverty or social inequality, but her, with a sense of grace found in song and command of lyric. A ' moving ' demand in plea for what it is to be a woman of voice, despite all odds and somehow with the realization that no matter what, she'll succeed, clothed in purpose and making her mark. Strides ripped in off beat tones thundering in unison; as contrary vocals in the undertow drive the waves ashore.  She is but ART. Be safe M.I.A. 

                

                I never tried to write about music I liked before, because, well I like it. Don't know if I described them well, I almost always become the ' feeling 'and rise above my work as art; thus also welcomed from above. Music's not necessary in all that is electric, but it sure is nice to recognize sanity's voice sometimes.