tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20955290219122794852024-03-13T19:38:36.873-07:00My NotebooksLiterary blasphemies and stuff that ain't real.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-22645782708836644262011-10-06T09:46:00.000-07:002011-10-06T09:48:51.724-07:00Occupy Wall Street!!I'm working on a short video series, using the footage I captured from the Occupy Wall Street march on October 5. Here's the first of many!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MSfnZYRU9LI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-4877990838335157862011-06-26T10:28:00.000-07:002011-06-26T10:28:01.072-07:00Candid Video of Filmmaker Benjamin Holbrook<iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hGOVac1wpMA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-25537075423073625732011-02-20T13:17:00.000-08:002011-02-20T13:28:24.815-08:00TransplantSpent my day<br />fingers in the dirt<br />awake and dreamin'<br />oh my sweet Carolina<br /><br />I'm still a boy<br />when in this city<br />I'm still a child<br />eyes wide<br />at every turn<br /><br />I have to close<br />these weary eyes<br />place hands<br />in the soil<br /><br />remember<br />from whence<br />I came<br /><br />In order<br />to regain<br />myself.<br /><br />-BH 2-4-11<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ehv7Em5VHxA/TWGGbpqYQGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/E6m87Fnimd0/s1600/plantwork.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ehv7Em5VHxA/TWGGbpqYQGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/E6m87Fnimd0/s200/plantwork.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575885623259578466" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-33519313874359736522011-02-05T14:12:00.000-08:002011-02-05T14:14:01.603-08:00Spirithread<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin: 10px 0px;">my fabric</p><p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin: 10px 0px;">oh lord</p><p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin: 10px 0px;">‘tis so easily crushed</p><p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin: 10px 0px;">‘tis never ironed</p><p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin: 10px 0px;">completely</p><p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin: 10px 0px;">straight again</p><p style="outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px;">-BH</p></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-20028206316236901352011-01-31T22:25:00.000-08:002011-02-01T12:58:35.422-08:00WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?Wait what?<br />Where have I been?<br />I didn't think I was the one who disappeared!<br /><br />I've been keeping as busy as possible I guess<br />I've started a new blog<br />please don't be mad that I didn't tell you<br />you were always on my mind.<br /><a href="http://holbrookbenjamin.tumblr.com/"><br />My new blog is here</a><br /><br />I considered not writing on this one anymore<br />but that wasn't cool<br />I never stopped writing<br />so there'll me more content soon.<br />Love,<br />BenAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-32332967962891924362010-06-14T22:24:00.000-07:002010-06-14T22:36:27.552-07:00"Destino"This is animated perfection!<br />"Destino" is an animated short that was a collaboration between Salvador Dali and Walt Disney that began production in 1945. The production, however, was halted for financial reasons. More details can be found here: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Destino">Destino<br /></a><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B8ClxSnqE5s&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B8ClxSnqE5s&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-60325297352761941622010-05-27T22:34:00.000-07:002010-05-28T00:02:44.756-07:00American DevilShe had mentioned<br />as I squeezed<br />a few peaches<br />that i should hurry<br />that her mother<br />was afraid<br />of my face<br /><br />It's alright<br />I get that<br />just about<br />all the time<br /><br />And I do<br />but she<br />with features<br />that drew my breath<br />like the Loch<br />at midnight<br /><br />Spoke of her Father<br />who<br />on his death bed<br />worked his last painting<br />which was of<br />the Devil<br />who he had met<br /><br />And I was almost<br />too captivated<br />by her dialect<br />to catch<br />that his devil<br />looked identical<br />to me<br /><br />Diablo Negro<br /><br />So I scare your mother<br />I squeeze your peaches<br />and condemn your daddy<br />to hell<br /><br />that's too bad<br /><br />Here's three dollars<br />and an apology<br /><br />for wanting your fruits<br />for scaring your mother<br />for grinnin' too wide<br />for being me<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBl8FmvdROU/S_9bX25HhPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/I17XY4t_afs/s1600/benzer.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBl8FmvdROU/S_9bX25HhPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/I17XY4t_afs/s200/benzer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476196137336014066" border="0" /></a>-BHAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-48604170055104894852010-05-10T00:13:00.000-07:002010-05-10T00:17:37.629-07:00Apple SeedRed Sun<br />burnin' my back<br />into leather<br /><br />diggin' the soft earth<br />stainin' my fingers<br />with geological history<br /><br />countless rainfalls<br />births <br />deaths...<br /><br />of species <br />i ain't never heard of<br /><br />and I'm diggin'<br />with love<br />in my heart<br />and the hope<br />that this man<br />of leather and sweat<br /><br />can line our hard roads<br />with trunks and leaves<br />grinnin' petal faced babies<br />bees<br />butterflies<br />and gusts of wind<br />sweeter than syrup.<br /><br />BHAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-86297561999982161432010-04-11T20:23:00.000-07:002010-04-11T20:27:38.177-07:00To the Looking GlassStillness through morning light<br />tickled your soft lips<br />radiated off of<br />your porcelain<br /><br />I<br />like a Cheshire Cat<br />would love<br />to paint your looking glass<br />a nice matte black<br /><br />And you could see<br />with out worry<br /><br />Days and Lives<br />stuck between that glass<br />we see alternate histories<br />and infinite futures<br /><br />but so rarely<br />do we see ourselves<br /><br />BHAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-41849837695205404662010-03-24T11:01:00.000-07:002010-03-24T11:03:25.833-07:00Glosoli, Sigur RosI want to change the definition of "Making Love". I think that this song makes love. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwQmDvuORY0&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwQmDvuORY0&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-60418951018981533112010-03-15T01:57:00.000-07:002010-03-15T02:04:54.427-07:00AliceI'm a huge fan of Tim Burton. His Alice in Wonderland, however, left much to be desired. I don't really think that it's his fault, I'm sure the studios had a lot to do with it.<br />ANYWAY.<br />Jan Svankmajer's Alice in Wonderland still reigns supreme as my favorite film version. Here are two scenes that I found.<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5wHMgTPF-s&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5wHMgTPF-s&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gd03-wm6DDM&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gd03-wm6DDM&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />...And people wonder why I can't sleep at night.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-57618694092678250612010-02-28T12:45:00.000-08:002010-02-28T13:09:37.123-08:007 27 09I found this in a notebook that I kept whilst I was performing on the road last summer. Found it kind of interesting, so I decided to paste it to my computer screen.<br /><br />10:17 pm and I've managed to get a hotel room<br />next to a waffle house.<br />The guy next to me asks what I'm smokin'<br />then what I'm writin'<br />then where I'm from.<br />10:23 pm and I'm drinkin' coffee<br />smokin'<br />and eatin' hashbrowns<br />in Charlotte, NC<br />lil' yellow house on the corner<br />of Sunset rd and _______<br />make a pilgrimage.<br />When I left the hotel room<br />a little black cat<br />was waitin' for me.<br />It followed me here.<br />They wouldn't let her come inside<br />so from what I can tell<br />She's waitin' for me at the door.<br />There's a storm cracklin' outside<br />lightnin' cuttin' across<br />the smokey sky<br />and I'm in love...<br />too bad she ain't here.<br />I'd like the comfort<br />cause I'm broke<br />worse<br />deep in the hole<br />and my bank don't give a shit<br />but I do.<br />A big one.<br />Fuck<br />Why am I drinkin' coffee?<br />I'm an insomniac...<br />that just ain't smart.<br />The prostitute<br />on the other side of me<br />just ordered a chocolate milk<br />cheeky<br />And I'm startin' to think<br />I'm in a segregated restaurant.<br />All the black people<br />are on that side,<br />and the Whites are eyin' me funny<br />now the blacks<br />are eyin' me funny...<br />Hell, the waitress even looks strange<br />but this guy next to me<br />didn't say a word.<br />So I guess I'm alright.<br />Was my home state<br />always this way?<br />Maybe so,<br />but ain't that America?<br />Blacks on the Left<br />Whites on the Right<br />and a broke, hungry poet<br />smokin', gettin' wired<br />and obviously in the wrong place.<br />With a warm bed next door<br />a black cat outside<br />and a woman<br />who ain't there...<br /><br />BH<br />Charlotte NC<br />7 27 09<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBl8FmvdROU/S4rayCPiRLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/i4mnxD_oEAM/s1600-h/Photo0420_001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBl8FmvdROU/S4rayCPiRLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/i4mnxD_oEAM/s200/Photo0420_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443403652761011378" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-80051746737692760732010-02-20T19:57:00.001-08:002010-02-20T20:15:51.119-08:00soI posted a poem just now,<br />then I took it down.<br /><br />I have a lot of poems<br />I, for some odd reason,<br />never post the best ones<br />(though one day<br />I'd like to share them).<br /><br />But this<br />was neither good<br />nor bad<br />nor anything else.<br /><br />It was talcum powder<br />or artificial sweetener.<br />Half an oyster shell<br />on the hudson's bank,<br /><br />Or that last grain of rice<br />sitting in the bowl<br />longing to serve a purpose<br />but barely<br />worth the effort.<br /><br />So I took it down<br />because it failed<br />to do itself justice.<br /><br />I know<br />it may be cruel.<br /><br />I know<br />I've abandoned my child.<br /><br />So I'll have a gin drink<br />or some peppermint tea<br />let life<br />do what it does<br />and see what other demons<br />I may conjure<br />as repentance.<br /><br />-BH<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs023.snc1/3081_603235354601_25003051_35746010_4916862_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 236px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs023.snc1/3081_603235354601_25003051_35746010_4916862_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-51980611202781553672010-02-17T21:12:00.000-08:002010-02-17T21:13:58.724-08:00My New RingtoneBecause I'll always love this song.<br /><br /><br /><font face="Verdana" size="1" color="#999999"><br/><a style="font: Verdana" href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=4398966">The Verve ~ Bittersweet Symphony</a><br/><object width="425px" height="360px" ><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=4398966,t=1,mt=video"/><embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=4398966,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><br/><a style="font: Verdana" href="http://www.myspace.com/mysongtoday">Scarlet’s Songs</a> | <a style="font: Verdana" href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=videos">MySpace Music Videos</a></font>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-2929237568433200292010-02-13T17:54:00.001-08:002010-04-13T21:28:09.002-07:00Two Dimensional Me<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bombingnumberten.com/val%20lewton%20seventh%20victim%20mark%20robson%20film%20noir.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 196px;" src="http://www.bombingnumberten.com/val%20lewton%20seventh%20victim%20mark%20robson%20film%20noir.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Patient is my shadow<br />slowly pondering my fate<br />sitting still<br />inside of my<br />twi-lit den.<br /><br />Poised is my shadow<br />in the thinking position<br />no doubt<br />that his thoughts<br />are dark<br /><br />No doubt<br />that his thoughts<br />are of the dark<br />which is true love<br />inside of which<br /><br />He doesn't exist.<br /><br />Never breathing<br />unblinking<br />unflinching<br />and as substantial<br />as a single breath.<br /><br />Faithful is my shadow<br />as it awaits my return<br />from the world of light<br />wishing to share with me<br />the ideas cultivated<br />by the dark.<br /><br />-BH<br /><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-21208839139013946852010-02-07T23:03:00.000-08:002010-02-07T23:10:07.696-08:00The Mysterious Explorations of Jasper MorelloAn amazing animated short by director Anthony Lucas. Make sure to get comfortable, this is a bit longer than "Hedgehog in the Fog" (26 mins), but it's worth it! It's absolutely beautiful. More info on this short can be found <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Mysterious_Geographic_Explorations_of_Jasper_Morello">-here-</a><br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vORsKyopHyM&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vORsKyopHyM&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object><br />See ya 'round<br />-BHAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-61452422392614733942010-02-03T18:38:00.000-08:002010-02-03T18:49:07.869-08:00BH and his Atomic MindThey found me at the picnic table<br />protecting my irises with aviator sun glasses<br />protecting my shoulders<br />with spiritual burden<br />chewing steadily on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">falafel</span><br />scribbling some sense<br />on my wooden tablet<br /><br />I mean<br />it's not like i<br />was trying to hide<br /><br />I was in the sunlight<br />skin taking a strange tone<br />chocolate cherry<br /><br />I digress<br /><br />My jeans<br />took the sun's light<br />and relayed it's heated message<br />to my thighs<br />while my chest<br />under my t-shirt<br />got the sun directly<br /><br />I guess i wasn't feeling<br />conservative<br />that day<br /><br />That day<br />they found me<br />in a state of contemplation<br />so intense<br />that my brain waves<br />seemed to radiate<br />exciting my hair<br />which spiraled<br />in spasms of glee<br /><br />Tiny hairs<br />stretching from my chin<br />tiny bags<br />hanging like<br />"do not disturb" signs<br />from my eyelids<br /><br />And here I was<br />waiting to be found<br />as all things are<br />and I was<br />and so shall you be<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">BH</span>.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-86148867811165772412010-01-06T20:35:00.001-08:002010-02-03T18:54:06.591-08:00Ideas of Infinity<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tate.org.uk/images/cms/13304w_dali_lights_dream.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://www.tate.org.uk/images/cms/13304w_dali_lights_dream.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sudden<br />like the burst<br />of a thousand<br />molecular spasms<br />cradling light<br />in its earthy bosom<br />our precious<br />our love<br /><br />There's no other aspect<br />no luminescence<br />that propels us as readily<br />through dense curtains of air<br />so thick in their pollutants<br /><br />and we<br />with craniums<br />with atomic minds<br />disrupting the dense hypocrisy<br />of our forefathers...<br />of ourselves<br /><br />like the idea<br />shot us<br />right out of a canon<br />and our thoughts<br />soaring ahead<br />became a bullet<br />through God's brain<br /><br />A life<br /><br />to live<br />perchance<br />to dream<br /><br />BHAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-32673281443751164172009-12-27T22:38:00.001-08:002009-12-27T22:43:02.206-08:00Hedgehog in the FogSuch a beautiful piece. I wanted to share it before the holiday season was over.<br />Check it out!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sA_xQtDC6S0&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sA_xQtDC6S0&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />If you'd like more info on the "Hedgehog in the Fog" it can be found <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hedgehog_in_the_Fog">here</a>.<br /><br />See Ya!<br />BHAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-33879183878253426832009-12-21T18:59:00.000-08:002009-12-21T19:15:49.168-08:00Potential EnergyStillness sits alone<br />inside this space<br />as warm light<br />caresses white walls<br />spotting them<br />with splashes of shadow<br />and amber glow<br /><br />Ideas<br />and all acquired knowledge<br />rest deep<br />on shelves<br />in pages<br />or in chaotic sequence<br />scattered across<br />the chilled stone floors<br /><br />Memoirs and relics<br />of association<br />have placed themselves<br />knowingly<br />within their<br />proper places<br />ready to remind<br />and recall<br /><br />All sound has ceased<br />and this space<br />lies stagnant<br />as the forgotten pond<br />waiting<br />with disregard for time<br />as dust<br />hugs the cracks and crevices<br /> for a stone<br /> to break the surface<br /> instill life<br /> m o ve m ole cul es.<br /><br />B<br />H<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBl8FmvdROU/SzA5WYpLpGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/pdjw95uTQi8/s1600-h/Photo0444_001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBl8FmvdROU/SzA5WYpLpGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/pdjw95uTQi8/s200/Photo0444_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417893408461792354" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-51311928096504835172009-11-17T18:24:00.000-08:002009-11-17T18:33:20.643-08:00The Stones.Each stone<br />slid across the<br />restful lake's<br />surface<br />like a dancer's grapevine<br />sending ring after ring<br />rolling along<br />simulating<br />reality's many realms<br />just like sound<br /><br />However<br /><br />The fish don't mind.<br />They continued<br />their<br />dawdling meditation<br />opening mind's eye<br />to view<br />abstract pieces<br />oil painting and sculpture<br />of worm and fly.<br /><br />Another stone<br />skates the surface.<br />The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sub aqueous</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sonance</span><br />is that<br />of a million<br />microscopic universal<br />implosions.<br /><br />This is terrifying<br />for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">paramecium</span>,<br />but the fish<br />don't mind,<br />the stones don't mind,<br />the lake don't mind.<br /><br />All is well<br />the moon is high.<br />When the stones fly<br />you can almost<br />hear their<br />gleeful resonance...<br /><br />"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Weeeeee</span>!"<br /><br />-BHAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-63347002517819266622009-11-16T12:28:00.001-08:002009-11-16T12:30:14.810-08:00Absent FriendsI'M SORRY!! I'll get back to work.<br />But when you think about it<br />you're just as guilty as I am.<br /><br />We both completely deserted this blog<br />it was alone in the world<br />existing only<br /><br />with in ones<br />and zeros.<br /><br />And when you think about it<br />being between one,<br />which is the loneliest number<br /><br />and zero<br />which is nothing<br />is<br /><br />a terrible place<br />to be.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-21886758491797838652009-10-08T11:24:00.000-07:002009-10-09T16:49:09.515-07:00Forces of NatureGravity, being a real asshole, was in a particularly bad mood. No one is really clear as to the reason why, but when you spend all of your time keeping people down, the emotional exhaustion can be quite taxing. Carl was sharpening his pencil on the 7th floor of his office building, when all of a sudden, Gravity got tired of keeping him grounded. So it let go. Carl slowly drifted to the the ceiling, with an expression on his face that indicated pure terror. Pressed against the white boards, he gently waved his arms as if trying to swim. 0g however, doesn't work that way. Carl only succeeded in catching a small breeze which sent him floating over towards a window which was left carelessly opened. This caught the attention of his co-workers, who's gaping mouths and wide eyes did no more to help him than the non-existent window blinds. Carl began to slip right out of the window. Ted, being a friend to Carl, ran after him trying to offer him a hand or broomstick to hold onto, but he was too late for Carl had already succeeded in drifting up into the cerulean sky and soon would be floating out in the nothingness of space.<br /><br />Ted was sad, as was Carl's girlfriend Amy. She never dated again. Instead, she devoted her days to promoting oral hygiene. She would occasionally paint portraits of rolling pins. Carl's parents were both senile and had completely forgotten that Carl was ever born, but for some reason they couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. Carl's dog, Biscuits, succeeded in digging himself out of their apartment, and finding a new family that would feed him puppy mix regularly. He was happy. However, missing his original owner, Biscuits would engage in a weekly ritual which consisted of chewing at the curtains and howling the melody of "I'll stand by you" by the pretenders towards the sky, waiting to hear a response from his master.<br /><br />Carl wasn't heard from for a long time. And everyone cared...<br /><br />except for Gravity.<br /><br /><br /><br />BH<br /><br /><br /><br />PS. Listen to the Gorillaz...<br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"><br /><a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=54872517">El Manana - Gorillaz</a><br /><object height="360" width="425"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=54872517,t=1,mt=video"><embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=54872517,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/gorillaz">Gorillaz</a><a href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=videos">MySpace Music Videos</a></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-67626602384665844782009-09-30T23:40:00.000-07:002009-09-30T23:56:30.817-07:00Neck. Tie.I tie my neck to my shoulders<br />with silk and cloth,<br />argyle and tartan,<br />an inexplicable knot<br />of Gordian proportions.<br /><br />I wear a lapelled jacket<br />to frame my tie,<br />accentuate it.<br />Black or blue,<br />because I have to.<br /><br />And buy my pants<br />to match my jacket,<br />to tuck my shirt,<br />to frame my tie,<br />hide my penis,<br />and cover my ass.<br /><br />I buy black socks<br />for no real reason.<br />Maybe I'm just compelled to,<br /><br />but my shiny shoes<br />are designed to attract women,<br />protect my red painted toenails,<br />hide my practical socks,<br />and protect my ankles<br />when dogs nip at my heels.<br /><br />My cuff links<br />link my cuffs.<br /><br />My tie pin<br />pins my tie.<br /><br />And all are designed<br />to attract your eye<br />to my wonderful tie,<br />which I can't live without.<br /><br />I must tie my neck down,<br />to keep my head on straight .<br /><br />-BH<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBl8FmvdROU/SsRSa7vSewI/AAAAAAAAADg/ylR7bWEN0dk/s1600-h/touched.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBl8FmvdROU/SsRSa7vSewI/AAAAAAAAADg/ylR7bWEN0dk/s200/touched.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387521676908067586" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095529021912279485.post-76756525692381202562009-09-20T14:49:00.000-07:002009-09-21T10:57:51.468-07:00Whimsical Judgement<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBl8FmvdROU/Sre9SrJ0zBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DQmu5-tn-xo/s1600-h/Photo0370_001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gBl8FmvdROU/Sre9SrJ0zBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/DQmu5-tn-xo/s200/Photo0370_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383980008063945746" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Bang the gavel</div>once or twice!<br /><div>Bang it</div>once or twice<br /><div>Again!</div><br /><div> </div>Bang it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">once<br />to</span> rouse the spirit!<br /><div>bang it twice</div>if you'll condemn!<br /><div> </div>bang it<br /><div>three times!</div>Oh yes, three!<br /><div>if there is something</div>worse in store!<br /><div> </div><br /><div>Bang it </div>four times!<br /><div>Make them cry!</div>and if they don't<br /><div>then Bang some more!<br /><br />-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">BH</span>!<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07927335939935069949noreply@blogger.com0