not sure how long ive been here
that happens once time has fermented in red wine
the waitress asked me if im finished
of course not
ill be here awhile
the music drifts from the bar
sounds like the tune of an old friend of mine
but im not sure i have such a friend
just a feeling i get
from certain strangers on the subway
or particular scents
i brought this book with me
thought id eat along with my meal
but this pretentious philosophical bullshit
aint breakin down in my belly
in fact it wont even fit in my mouth
but the pizza is good
i always thought my mouth could morph
around almost anything
obviously not
the combination of letters on these pages
feed only through the mouths of
those people
those people who manifest perfect sense of absolute nonsense
in conversations with them
you question your own sobriety
capacity
catch a word or two
and you continue holding on
though really there is a gaping hole
between reality and speaking of the matter
so as im reading and writing and eating
reality is
the only things on my mind are
my fingers
and where they have been this afternoon
my guitar
between my legs
and now, the waitress's pen
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
A point isn’t so exact, is it?
Nose and palms against the glass
And a point can see like a infinite plane
The less exposure the grittier the grain
The closer to you
The less I gain
And so, back to the point
Or the plane
I only know two
They may just be the same
One is what I’ve stood upon
The other seems worlds away
You cut it in two, in four and then eight
I have only cut so much
But it seems you end in the same place
You got points of a point
You’re on an island in a field of hay
You got speckles of a spectacle
You’re atop your grandfather’s toupee
Well, tell me, should I stay?
It makes all the difference
In this milky way
In my thick skull
In my chewy brain
A needle is sharp to a finger
Smooth to the smallest molecule
Find the floor and break it
Find whats yours
Get some guts
Then, take it
Chew like the happiest fool
Nose and palms against the glass
And a point can see like a infinite plane
The less exposure the grittier the grain
The closer to you
The less I gain
And so, back to the point
Or the plane
I only know two
They may just be the same
One is what I’ve stood upon
The other seems worlds away
You cut it in two, in four and then eight
I have only cut so much
But it seems you end in the same place
You got points of a point
You’re on an island in a field of hay
You got speckles of a spectacle
You’re atop your grandfather’s toupee
Well, tell me, should I stay?
It makes all the difference
In this milky way
In my thick skull
In my chewy brain
A needle is sharp to a finger
Smooth to the smallest molecule
Find the floor and break it
Find whats yours
Get some guts
Then, take it
Chew like the happiest fool
Thursday, June 25, 2009
a human
dont get so down on yourself
you don’t have to be the greatest
or smartest
or the most of anything at all
just a real person
a real fucking person
so sometimes you hate yourself
you hate the things you know you can’t ever change about yourself
but that’s the raw part of you, baby
that is a human
you don’t have to be the greatest
or smartest
or the most of anything at all
just a real person
a real fucking person
so sometimes you hate yourself
you hate the things you know you can’t ever change about yourself
but that’s the raw part of you, baby
that is a human
Monday, June 22, 2009
when it's thick and empty i'll sleep.
the many coats of paint do not suffice.
I can still hear
my screaming youth
and I certainly can hear
your late nights in the bordering room
I screamed at you
hoping you would recognize
the near non-existence of a drywall barrier
and sympathize with my heavy eyes
I forgot you are playing out
selfish youth
now im too tired
for that
the potato is good
accompanied by cheddar cheese
but the romance does not suffice.
it is not my belly
that is empty
but my head
that is full
still I proceed to think twice
another misfire, “red beans and rice?”
and so my belly continues
to churn out the soul of an old pirate ship
another salted thought atop a vicious wave
leaves me one-eyed
and seasick
now im too tired for that
after the screaming and after the meal and after the waves and after I feel like my insides are outside painting the walls and the outside is fucking my brain hard it squalls and all and all and all and all I am appalled to discover that silence in your room
did
fall
I can still hear
my screaming youth
and I certainly can hear
your late nights in the bordering room
I screamed at you
hoping you would recognize
the near non-existence of a drywall barrier
and sympathize with my heavy eyes
I forgot you are playing out
selfish youth
now im too tired
for that
the potato is good
accompanied by cheddar cheese
but the romance does not suffice.
it is not my belly
that is empty
but my head
that is full
still I proceed to think twice
another misfire, “red beans and rice?”
and so my belly continues
to churn out the soul of an old pirate ship
another salted thought atop a vicious wave
leaves me one-eyed
and seasick
now im too tired for that
after the screaming and after the meal and after the waves and after I feel like my insides are outside painting the walls and the outside is fucking my brain hard it squalls and all and all and all and all I am appalled to discover that silence in your room
did
fall
Thursday, June 18, 2009
yeah, you're right
animal planet replaces animals
planet earth replaces earth
numbers are neat
they replace all the dirt
that collects beneath fingernails
atop the empty lots where homes and families were derailed
over the bodies, dead, for what?
it's social injustice swept under the rug
yes you got it right
theres no room for us
theres no room for the people willing to make a fuss
"where i am"
you're somewhere printed on a page
in this day and age
we must consolidate
until we lose track of what we were trying to save
planet earth replaces earth
numbers are neat
they replace all the dirt
that collects beneath fingernails
atop the empty lots where homes and families were derailed
over the bodies, dead, for what?
it's social injustice swept under the rug
yes you got it right
theres no room for us
theres no room for the people willing to make a fuss
"where i am"
you're somewhere printed on a page
in this day and age
we must consolidate
until we lose track of what we were trying to save
Thursday, April 30, 2009
failure.
Dear Professor Moore,
I just finished my final exam and I was one point away from receiving an A for the semester, my final semester grade is now 89.4. I know that you have given out numerous extra credit opportunities, however I naively did not take those opportunities as I was doing fine in the class. Now I realize that I was wrong! Is there any way, ANY way I can please earn 3.33 points? I would greatly appreciate it.
Thank you,
Sasha Leon
Response: The grading scale is stated in the syllabus.
I just finished my final exam and I was one point away from receiving an A for the semester, my final semester grade is now 89.4. I know that you have given out numerous extra credit opportunities, however I naively did not take those opportunities as I was doing fine in the class. Now I realize that I was wrong! Is there any way, ANY way I can please earn 3.33 points? I would greatly appreciate it.
Thank you,
Sasha Leon
Response: The grading scale is stated in the syllabus.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
spinnerets.
she shed light upon my cave the other day.
and though it still revealed webs convoluted across the walls
my frustration was partially relieved
by the points of origin that I saw.
she said the fluidity of my sexuality exacerbated my confusion,
wrapped the silk thread
around the posts of my bed
and while you are inside me this is what is inside my head;
this is what begs that you penetrate me
with every bone, every muscle, every nerve in your body;
this is what begs that you build a bridge between
the essence of you and the essence of me.
but there is a thought that leaks from your mind,
a feeling that slips from your heart
down to your groin and between my thighs;
specifically, particularly between my thighs,
the lips, the fleshy fruit that drips
the inherent lure that you can not deny.
this propensity that nearly defines your sexuality
is the difference between the spider and its casualty,
the semen that coats the thread, so serpentine,
the salted waves that collide and break inside my spleen.
fluidity breeds disinclination breeds concentration;
whittle down the wood to the earliest demarcation;
sweet suckling of fruit is but a biological march
if it abstains from intimate appreciation.
and so, in my cave I dance all day
with spiders and their prey;
avoiding gaps and cracks
that infinitely separate you and me.
I do not mean to insult to you in any way,
only to reflect upon the spinnerets
I had discovered when she shed light upon my cave.
and though it still revealed webs convoluted across the walls
my frustration was partially relieved
by the points of origin that I saw.
she said the fluidity of my sexuality exacerbated my confusion,
wrapped the silk thread
around the posts of my bed
and while you are inside me this is what is inside my head;
this is what begs that you penetrate me
with every bone, every muscle, every nerve in your body;
this is what begs that you build a bridge between
the essence of you and the essence of me.
but there is a thought that leaks from your mind,
a feeling that slips from your heart
down to your groin and between my thighs;
specifically, particularly between my thighs,
the lips, the fleshy fruit that drips
the inherent lure that you can not deny.
this propensity that nearly defines your sexuality
is the difference between the spider and its casualty,
the semen that coats the thread, so serpentine,
the salted waves that collide and break inside my spleen.
fluidity breeds disinclination breeds concentration;
whittle down the wood to the earliest demarcation;
sweet suckling of fruit is but a biological march
if it abstains from intimate appreciation.
and so, in my cave I dance all day
with spiders and their prey;
avoiding gaps and cracks
that infinitely separate you and me.
I do not mean to insult to you in any way,
only to reflect upon the spinnerets
I had discovered when she shed light upon my cave.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
techno pool party
everytime it gets quiet i think it is the end
i take a sip of water followed by a deep breath
and then another shitty synthesize beat is dropped
on top their empty bobbing heads
ughhhh i can't think a single worthwhile thought
with this techno pool party beneath my windowsill
if i didn't have so many cookies boiling in my belly
i would walk onto my balcony and sniper every last one of them
the electronic pulses shoot from the speakers
and prick like needles on my brain
jesus fucking christ gonna make me go insane
i wish i hadn't eaten all those cookies
you guys would be dead
i take a sip of water followed by a deep breath
and then another shitty synthesize beat is dropped
on top their empty bobbing heads
ughhhh i can't think a single worthwhile thought
with this techno pool party beneath my windowsill
if i didn't have so many cookies boiling in my belly
i would walk onto my balcony and sniper every last one of them
the electronic pulses shoot from the speakers
and prick like needles on my brain
jesus fucking christ gonna make me go insane
i wish i hadn't eaten all those cookies
you guys would be dead
Saturday, April 25, 2009
thievery.
today i got caught stealing from the grocery store
the gap-toothed man said i couldn't come back no more
he snapped my picture and i smiled because i was glad they didn't call the police
i haven't been punished in a while
he snapped my picture and i was happy because i felt younger than a child
the gap-toothed man said i couldn't come back no more
he snapped my picture and i smiled because i was glad they didn't call the police
i haven't been punished in a while
he snapped my picture and i was happy because i felt younger than a child
Monday, March 30, 2009
go do something.
THE CORPORATION
Since the late 18th century American legal decision that the business corporation organizational model is legally a person, it has become a dominant economic, political and social force around the globe. This film takes an in-depth psychological examination of the organization model through various case studies. What the study illustrates is that in the its behaviour, this type of "person" typically acts like a dangerously destructive psychopath without conscience. Furthermore, we see the profound threat this psychopath has for our world and our future, but also how the people with courage, intelligence and determination can do to stop it. -imdb
its three hours long but it split up into three parts and well worth it.
click here to watch it for free.
Since the late 18th century American legal decision that the business corporation organizational model is legally a person, it has become a dominant economic, political and social force around the globe. This film takes an in-depth psychological examination of the organization model through various case studies. What the study illustrates is that in the its behaviour, this type of "person" typically acts like a dangerously destructive psychopath without conscience. Furthermore, we see the profound threat this psychopath has for our world and our future, but also how the people with courage, intelligence and determination can do to stop it. -imdb
its three hours long but it split up into three parts and well worth it.
click here to watch it for free.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
black hammock
i want to build a home with my hands
i want splinters in my feet
i want to build a home with my hands
i want to put out the fire with my feet
i want to build a town on my belly
i want to watch it beneath my chin
i want to grow a town on by belly
the foundation is my skin
i want to start a family of strangers
i want a family of friends
i want to start a family of strangers
i want one big heart to mend
i want to grow a garden across my chest
i want wet soil on my hands
i want to grow a garden across my chest
i want a home with friends and plants
i want splinters in my feet
i want to build a home with my hands
i want to put out the fire with my feet
i want to build a town on my belly
i want to watch it beneath my chin
i want to grow a town on by belly
the foundation is my skin
i want to start a family of strangers
i want a family of friends
i want to start a family of strangers
i want one big heart to mend
i want to grow a garden across my chest
i want wet soil on my hands
i want to grow a garden across my chest
i want a home with friends and plants
Thursday, March 26, 2009
fight for a slice.
there is no need to fight
if they say it’s okay, than it must be okay
they’re always right
right?
like when they insert the money
to make the world go ‘round
like when they rape oil from the ground
but it don’t make the sun go down
paper is thin
yet we still feel bound
and what we’re runnin’ on
will soon run out
soon we’ll be runnin’ too
lookin’ for truth
runnin’ from all the rules
who makes the rules
who fakes the rules
who decides the value?
do the answers lie behind pearly white gates
is that where they write out our fate?
inside walls of white
what comes first money or rights?
First on the agenda,
serving the elite the whole pie
while mothers and fathers
have tiny mouths to feed
but they’re children will soon bleed
scavenging on there knees
trying to survive
only to find
all the rotted waste that was left behind
tell me what’s behind all that pearly white
where is my equal piece of the pie?
they promised protection
such promises are for fools
why are we so dependent?
its all a misconception
see we’re the ones with the power
holding the weapons
and don’t forget it
dependence gives way
to manipulate
to tame
to keep the circus maintained
little by little
freedom is what they will take
but if they say it’s okay, than it must be okay
they say it’s okay, than it must be okay
fuck such claim!
most of the time they’re not right
wake up—there is need to fight
if they say it’s okay, than it must be okay
they’re always right
right?
like when they insert the money
to make the world go ‘round
like when they rape oil from the ground
but it don’t make the sun go down
paper is thin
yet we still feel bound
and what we’re runnin’ on
will soon run out
soon we’ll be runnin’ too
lookin’ for truth
runnin’ from all the rules
who makes the rules
who fakes the rules
who decides the value?
do the answers lie behind pearly white gates
is that where they write out our fate?
inside walls of white
what comes first money or rights?
First on the agenda,
serving the elite the whole pie
while mothers and fathers
have tiny mouths to feed
but they’re children will soon bleed
scavenging on there knees
trying to survive
only to find
all the rotted waste that was left behind
tell me what’s behind all that pearly white
where is my equal piece of the pie?
they promised protection
such promises are for fools
why are we so dependent?
its all a misconception
see we’re the ones with the power
holding the weapons
and don’t forget it
dependence gives way
to manipulate
to tame
to keep the circus maintained
little by little
freedom is what they will take
but if they say it’s okay, than it must be okay
they say it’s okay, than it must be okay
fuck such claim!
most of the time they’re not right
wake up—there is need to fight
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
driving to washington, dc
wake up in virginia, moving through the early morning hours. it is dark outside and all i hear are the tires rolling along the road and the wind against the doors. everyone is sleeping in strange and uncomfortable positions. chief is at the wheel. twelve hours now. and im awake. or not awake. not sleeping either though. im just a passenger. along for the ride. not quite sure whats holding my head. my throat is swollen and filled with sand. the entirety of my voice is unable to climb up it, and so i whisper, "hows it going?" but receive no response. chief must not have heard me. but now i contemplate whether or not i said anything at all. its dark. and it seems like we are running between the same two line of trees that we were between at the beginning. i was hoping for mountains at some point. maybe we cut right through them. like i said--its dark and im not sure if i said anything at all. gazing into the east, i catch thin stretch of deep blue hanging low beneath the blackness. first breath of the day. no matter how fast this car is running, or whether youre dead or alive, the day gently pulls apart the dark sky, slowly branching out from the horizon. it alway wakes so calmly, like after a good nights sleep. but we all know that the day never truly sleeps, it just quietly rolls away to another place. maybe we never sleep. we just roll away to some other place. so where am i exactly?
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
sleeping aid.
Usually when I can’t sleep I just masturbate
Forget about counting sheep
How tedious
How tedious
Forget about counting sheep
Usually when I can’t sleep I just masturbate
Even when I’m not up to it
I’ll do it anyway
I’ll do it anyway
Even when I’m not up to it
Usually when I can’t sleep I just masturbate
I slide my hand down my pants
If I’m not naked
If I’m not naked
I slide my hand down my pants
Usually when I can’t sleep I just masturbate
Most times I conjure up memories
Fantasies are rarities
Too much work
Too much work
Fantasies are rarities
Most times I conjure up memories
Usually when I can’t sleep I just masturbate
Cos’ it’s about bang for your buck
Same bang
With or without the love
With or without the love
Same bang
Cos’ it’s about bang for your buck
Usually when I can’t sleep I just masturbate
Sometimes my hand goes numb
My mind drains
My mind drains
Sometimes my hand goes numb
Usually when I can’t sleep I just masturbate
It feels so good to cum
To fall asleep
Finally
Finally
To fall asleep
It feels so good to cum
Usually when I can’t sleep I just masturbate
Monday, February 23, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
new akron/family download.
http://http://rs234.rapidshare.com/files/198409526/AF-Indiepassion.rar
check it.
check it.
crustaceans
hunched over a podium
under a tiny white light
languid lace and limbs
but mouth so alive
spitting out shit
or economics
whatever it is
it’s making me sick
beady black eyes
can they see me?
and all the empty crustaceans
inherited to their seats?
we’re all in one god damn sea
mouthful of salt
assful of sand
you’re still spitting out shit
about supply and demand
elasticity, opportunity cost
you’re orchestrating
a civilized holocaust
yet some bent up reason
has led you to believe
this is fun
for both you and me
let me tell you something lady
your echo may ring sweet
but sugar ain’t what these kids need
feed us bitter metal
so we spit up arms
against society
under a tiny white light
languid lace and limbs
but mouth so alive
spitting out shit
or economics
whatever it is
it’s making me sick
beady black eyes
can they see me?
and all the empty crustaceans
inherited to their seats?
we’re all in one god damn sea
mouthful of salt
assful of sand
you’re still spitting out shit
about supply and demand
elasticity, opportunity cost
you’re orchestrating
a civilized holocaust
yet some bent up reason
has led you to believe
this is fun
for both you and me
let me tell you something lady
your echo may ring sweet
but sugar ain’t what these kids need
feed us bitter metal
so we spit up arms
against society
true story.
__There was a man in a woodshop
Carving little indians
Rearranging the world
__He smiled like cotton
And I had forgotten
The big star cooking me
__His freckles danced
Like sea monkeys in space
His history
I can only dream to trace
__He gently laid in my hands
A crinkled plastic bag
Cradling wood scraps
Like babies
__Giants take care of babies
Mountains are lifted by trees
__In the voice of a young boy
He whispered to me
‘I hope you can use these
I think you might need them’
__I’ve been saving these scraps for years
You seem like you need them.
Carving little indians
Rearranging the world
__He smiled like cotton
And I had forgotten
The big star cooking me
__His freckles danced
Like sea monkeys in space
His history
I can only dream to trace
__He gently laid in my hands
A crinkled plastic bag
Cradling wood scraps
Like babies
__Giants take care of babies
Mountains are lifted by trees
__In the voice of a young boy
He whispered to me
‘I hope you can use these
I think you might need them’
__I’ve been saving these scraps for years
You seem like you need them.
friday night buzz.
Staring right back at me
Buzzing blue television screen
C’mon please ask me
Converse with me convert me
To what I hate make me disbelieve
Lies are told to tell truths that scream
Crazy crazy jesus sheep
Lost your heads to the majesty
Travesty is all I see
Or will this empty room
Make a believer out of me
Will this absence
Make a fever break out of me
I think I rather continue to feed
The likelihood
That everything is what it seems
And after my blood
And after my beat
Is a buzzing blue television screen
Buzzing blue television screen
C’mon please ask me
Converse with me convert me
To what I hate make me disbelieve
Lies are told to tell truths that scream
Crazy crazy jesus sheep
Lost your heads to the majesty
Travesty is all I see
Or will this empty room
Make a believer out of me
Will this absence
Make a fever break out of me
I think I rather continue to feed
The likelihood
That everything is what it seems
And after my blood
And after my beat
Is a buzzing blue television screen
Sunday, February 8, 2009
too tired for a title.
People selling their souls for some gold
Excuse is the recession plus the church is a joke
We all know if he’s up there he’s having a laugh
Washing down prayers with whiskey
In a bubbling bath
Doesn’t take much
To do the math
Nothing counts
Once you’ve taken too many steps back
Nothing counts
Once you’ve let them take all you have
So tell me, are you packing for heaven or hell?
Have you decided whether to obey or rebel?
Will you wear white wool and tread on to tradition?
Or will you fuck fate and throw ammunition?
Thieves running the country
And one big myth running the herd
But some big bang is coming
And the world will be cured
See the universe is expanding
Someday we’ll explode
Or jesus Christ will come back
And we will kiss his toes
I would kiss his toes
And have one thing to say
"Holy shit I always thought you were fake."
Excuse is the recession plus the church is a joke
We all know if he’s up there he’s having a laugh
Washing down prayers with whiskey
In a bubbling bath
Doesn’t take much
To do the math
Nothing counts
Once you’ve taken too many steps back
Nothing counts
Once you’ve let them take all you have
So tell me, are you packing for heaven or hell?
Have you decided whether to obey or rebel?
Will you wear white wool and tread on to tradition?
Or will you fuck fate and throw ammunition?
Thieves running the country
And one big myth running the herd
But some big bang is coming
And the world will be cured
See the universe is expanding
Someday we’ll explode
Or jesus Christ will come back
And we will kiss his toes
I would kiss his toes
And have one thing to say
"Holy shit I always thought you were fake."
Friday, February 6, 2009
powershift.
In the middle of our new administration's first 100 days, Power Shift 2009 will bring 10,000 young people to Washington to hold our elected officials accountable for rebuilding our economy and reclaiming our future through bold climate and clean energy policy.
if anyones interested in going [yes, im going] here's a discount code for registration: 2342393423902 (good until feb. 14th)
water for people. not profit.
amazing documentary. seriously please watch it. the whole thing.
to read more about it CLICK HERE: http://www.flowthefilm.com/
to watch it CLICK HERE: http://www.watch-movies.ro/index.php?m=movie&g=flow:_for_love_of_water_(2008)
and look what else they did.
to read more about it CLICK HERE: http://www.flowthefilm.com/
to watch it CLICK HERE: http://www.watch-movies.ro/index.php?m=movie&g=flow:_for_love_of_water_(2008)
and look what else they did.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
scary.
GENETICALLY MODIFIED FOODS: PANACEA OR POSION?
http://freedocumentaries.com/film.php?id=211
you are what you eat. have some integrity.
most of you are made of corn. (kingcorn.net)
locavore
short documentary about the local food movement here in orlando.
seems kinda cheesey but it gets the point across. SUSTAINABILITY.
http://alocalfolkus.com/2007/12/01/local-food-movement-central-florida/
you can find a list of your nearest farmers markets at http://www.localharvest.org
Thursday, January 29, 2009
the first fistful of muck.
burgeon bravery
to have left behind...
the porcelain wives
with their lipstick and sharp knives,
slicing sweet melon dreams;
hollowing out their bodies.
all to slap on a smile, for a peaceful short while;
they no longer recognize lies nor prolonged suicide.
burgeon bravery
to have left behind...
the husbands busy calculating numbers,
calloused fingers multiplying bones in their slumber;
by dawn it will have amounted to nothing other
than the day before and another hunger.
burgeon bravery
to have left behind...
little faces younger than the fight,
little faces illuminated naive;
the waves and screens and batteries
will quietly command, "do not let them free",
silently sucking them into the apathy
that you had evaded
evaded the persuasion towards incarceration;
you disengaged from the equation
of the majority of the nation.
burgeon bravery,
to have skewed from the derivation,
fear.
greetings.
hmm. this is kind of strange. i have just built my own little niche in virtual space and now i'm listening to my voice echo between pseudo walls, or my own head. like i'm talking to myself. i guess i am talking to myself considering no one knows about this place. yet. maybe i'll keep it that way. maybe i'll keep rambling. no, no i won't do that.
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