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Friday
Feb242012

5 verb seeds

Are different harmonic electromagnetic waves in the brain modifying behavior either temporarily or permanently creating free will and desire?

Yes, a field of energy coalesces as a linguistic gardener plants perennial roses next to a gravedigger watering and tending five essential verb seeds to improve happiness.

  1. Be grateful. Write letters to someone who helped you in some way.
  2. Be optimistic. Visualize your ideal future in five years. Make plans. Book a one-way ticket. Describe the image in your journal. Describe the journal in your imagination.
  3. Count your blessings. Write down three good things that happen to you each week.
  4. Use your strengths.
  5. Practice acts of kindness.

China street life. Somewhere over the rainbow.

Tuesday
Feb212012

Tibetan Pain

Inside Drapchi prison near Lhasa, Chinese guards beat Tibetan nuns and monks with rubber hoses filled with sand.

They applied electric cattle prods to their bodies, sending wire cranked juice through skeletons, extracting screams. Denounce the Dalai Lama, screamed one soldier, a young lackey from Human Province. He tightened metal screws around a woman’s wrists, bending them back at a horrendous angle until she screamed from pain, Never!

He wiped her blood off his broken glasses and increased the pressure. It was a job.

I am doing my DUTY, he screamed.

Save my face, sang a Chinese girl, an innocent victim of the national genocide one-child policy wringing out a mop made of spider webs inside water rainbows.

She languished in a large bland cavern classroom at a private business university in Fujian. It was private because all the students had failed higher level exams for more prestigious universities. They settled for this prison. She cleaned crumbling uneven cement floors with strands doing her Duty.

Beijing operatic actors fashioned death masks for their performance in a funeral formula. 

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Monday
Feb202012

trade sex for security

He sat at an Indonesian warung, a cheap food place offering white virgin rice, spicy chilly, egg, green veggies, tempe, tofu, deep fried crackers, on the other side of the Berlin Wall.

Smokers called it the Berlin Wall because they could smoke away from the inquisitive prying eyes of parents and administration moles. Desk jockeys in green plaid. Hot and sticky tropics. He’d escaped from the tyranny of noisy educational sad robots trapped in their futile expectations of perpetual childhood.

An illiterate village woman piled her trash near a grove of banana trees. She lit a fire. Roosters, hens and chicks scattered. Smoke curled around a man pushing his chipped blue plywood cart loaded with plastic dishes, cheap cloth, simple tools, brushes, mops, bags, hats, and basic household goods. Rolling wheels through neighborhoods.

Cumulus clouds gathered momentum.

Nearby were yelling village people. A tall thin woman teased her 4-year old monkey boy child.

Pregnancy was her ticket out of hell, loneliness and misery.

In world villages you traded sex for security. Father ran away to impregnate new victims. A mother tormented the kid. He cried. She laughed at him. She created a mini-monster. A boy who hated women now and later. He was dependent on them for food and affection.

In the future he’d kill her with a sharp machete. A mother and daughter uttered primal grunt sounds. A mother combed her daughter’s hair scavenging follicles for nits and lice. Protein. Human evolution.

Crying children. Perpetual distractions. Emotional zombies, minus seven. Time=death. Life is a temporary condition.


Saturday
Feb182012

displaced aggression

She pedals her New Star bike into Siem Reap for iced coffee. It's cold and delicious. Men play chess slapping wooden pieces, gesticulating at high decibels. 

Kick boxers on a plasma screen pummel each other with knees and gloves and violent fury to the endless delight of invisible millions with displaced latent aggression after a recent genocide.

WHAM! KILL HIM! KILL HIM! YES!

Saturday and Sunday afternoons are filled with masses of boys and men in cafes screaming at a television. 

KILL HIM! KILL HIM! KILL HIM!

Idle men sit in shaded empty white tourist vans waiting for bodies brushing dust. 

Looking busy is fun.


Thursday
Feb162012

Slideshow V2

couldn't you find something more inspiring, more complete, more enthralling, more enlightening, more honest and truthful and symbolic with eternity and infinity dancing arm in arm amid facades of dust, debris, fake columns, broken air conditioning units, shafts of light beaming down from heaven, guilty confessionals, abstract helmets of deadly imaginary sins like evil, gluttony, sloth, greed and so forth than an incomplete catholic church 1.5 hours north of jakarta, indonesia near a private elementary school where bells tolled, Hey here's the new super efficient and totally amazing Squarespace Slideshow V2?

perhaps.