w. l. schafer WLS jazzresin. Remote View Scanner for Historical Presence, iOs recording artist
Friday, June 24, 2011
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Sunday, May 15, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Other than my reading of shulgin I have no practical knowledge of your substance in query. Me, I've been illicit free since 2006, quit ETOH out of boredom last year...started backup lately also out of boredom. ***** I subscribe monthly to in order to tame the sabateur fifth columnist resting in the shadows of my will. Effective enough though life seems to flash by so quick...no luxerious slow time fer me (WE certainly took our fill of the old slow motion back in the day... Believe we were monsantobaby sububurban refugees turned hillbilly bohemian skyheads apeing as college students (give me that gentleman's B any day, practiced and well versed upon effortless effort.) I smoke marlboro blue with excellent results. My former asthma is near extinct with only a flashback or two caused by cats or family memories.
I have had a difficult three years health wise due to unknown ailment of skin upon the back of my neck/scalp. Multiple dermatologists and dozens of nasty failures of pharmecutical stabs in the dark I am left continually tormented. A sensation of 'out of place' pressure. THOUSANDS of ingrown hair. I have returned to an earlier technique of DIY surgery. Correcting some bad code written in sanskrit upon the noggin. Why? Numerous theories. Most sound being due to saxophone strap,hot head,pork pie hat issues. Most far out? Alien possesion of my flesh with soul terminating weaponry!! (Everyone thinks the invaders have to be 4'10 to 6'1".... No no no real tiny they can be. Not from OUT there either more like RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE NOW just transmigrated parallel like.) Sometimes I think lord above and the devil wagered bets upon my outcome like some modern JOB. All I really know is that I've learned to suffer well. Eh, but I ramble. Holla back atcha soon old buddha.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Proverbs for Paranoids, 1: You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
Sinnsprüche für Paranoiker, 1: Der Meister mag dir verborgen bleiben – doch seine Kreaturen kannst du kitzeln.
Episode 26, p. 241/381:
Proverbs for Paranoids, 2: The innocence of the creatures is in inverse proportion to the immorality of the Master.
Sinnsprüche für Paranoiker, 2: In der Arglosigkeit der Kreaturen spiegelt sich die Amoral des Meisters.
Episode 28, p. 251/397
Proverbs for Paranoids, 3: If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers.
Sinnsprüche für Paranoiker, 3: Wem es gelingt, dir falsche Fragen einzureden, dem braucht auch vor der Antwort nicht zu bangen.
Episode 28, p. 262/412
Proverbs for Paranoids, 4: You hide, they seek.
Sinnsprüche für Paranoiker, 4: Du versteckst dich, sie suchen.
Episode 30, p. 292/459
Paranoids are not paranoids (Proverb 5) because they're paranoid, but because they keep putting themselves, fucking idiots, deliberately into paranoid situations.
Paranoiker sind Paranoiker nicht etwa (Sinnspruch 5), weil sie paranoisch wären, sondern weil sie sich, verdammte Idioten, andauernd vorsätzlich in paranoide Situationen begeben.
(in der offiziellen Übersetzung steht «freiwillig» für «deliberately»)
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
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Tuesday, April 12, 2011
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Thursday, March 31, 2011
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Wednesday, March 30, 2011
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Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away". ......indeed I despair.
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. - Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Problem is, as Terrence McKenna explains, these cycles of artforms and culture proliferate and crumble at alarming speeds. Our entire species entrain to this metamusic sound of evolutionary accelerando (sic) con fucio-faster and faster with much fire. McKenna indeed did adhere to a 2012 event horizon: he suggested something to the effect of 'The End of Novelty.'
My response to the article would be:
Me, fuk em all, yeah I've read pynchon, met burroughs, hung out back stage with run-dmc, let G-love squeal on my sax, purchase alva noto and ryoji ikeda: hipsterism. Sure. What I'm into is hip to me. If your not savvy. Too bad for u. Square ears still listening to the same shit for 20yrs? Thas yer problem. Thirsty ears and inquisitive mind is oxygen to the soul. Music and art make this lousy life worth living. Are u hip? Do u not enjoy being with likeminded folk. Let go of self conciousness. Be free of self doubt.