The Friday Night Brain Freeze in the Freak Kingdom

 Working Title for short story: "Snowflakes in hell: A zombie luv story"

current status: incomplete...

Chapter 1: The Friday Night Brain Freeze in the Freak Kingdom

    I  awoke to a strange pulsing sensation.  This sensation crawled through the air and echoed into my ear cavity.  Slowly, it slithered down through my ear drum and ignited my senses alive.   I had suspected a soothing and serene melody to awaken to, but this morning it would be different.  Apparently my inebriated and idiotic self forgot to set the music alarm last night.  Instead of the mellow tunes of some sweet smooth jazz radio station, I restarted to the bland and irritating noise of a beep sound wave hyped up on steroids. 

My eyes were red, and swollen.  My face sunken and dark.  The rings inhabiting the lower reigon of my eye sockets were vulgar, and very defined...

The Urban Oasis

    S omewhere along the crooked line, you'll come across a vast oasis draped symmetrically amidst the concrete jungle.  the buzzing of cell phones like digital fairies darting between the formidable landscape.  The howling of taxi horns can be heard just beyond the boundaries of its timeless space.  Its beauty and design so eloquently part of its nature.

As you look around, high and low...you catch the finest nuances of what it means to be alive.  Towering mammoths and the smell of sizzling hot dogs envelop your senses.  You close your eyes.  You feel the warm grass; generations of pilgrims who have traversed  the trials of time and space just to step foot on the earth you now lay claim as your own.  

You see the sparkling of turbid water, and the racing of toy sailboats.  You walk through the

BALANCE...

BALANCE

THE YEAR IS 33,33, 33

and the stars are now our lightposts and road markers

weve come to know , 

an insane balance.

a contradiction of calmness.

of steady hand

and iron fist...

conquering dimensions

reality, unfoldment.

an intergalactic, time phone

cascading through the fractal self

the great eye

the dancing feet.

33 wishes

made out of meat.

forged from the imagination

the great equalizer,

ever present.

embracing:D

The Human Hive Mind

"The human imagination may be a hive mind dissipating ideas into lower dimensions.  This dissipation causing somehow more dimensions to form in their wake."

     W e darted and weaved into the jungle like the car we were driving was destiny.  It all rose in a steady crescendo, and got confusing just before it was made all clear.  My sister, being ever the embodiment of the male spirit, kept asking me... 

"where are we going"

and 

"are u sure were going the right way?"

"Yes....Ive been here before. Everything is fine."

We took one of the main veins called Bowery towards the center of Manhattan Island.  We passed cultures both western and eastern right next to the each other.  China town, brimming on the same ground as a corner bodega store.  It was beautiful.

The Creative Process

     The Creative process is like a kingdom encapsulated in the cube of conscience.  To unlock that kingdom, you must first destroy the dams of cultural waste and personal fears that block the stream of consciousness.  Then, as the preconceived notions fail, and all flimsy support structures fail..  The stream of the god mind can be adored, admired, honed, and sharpened.  Sharpened into a blade of cutting will, fire and determination of purpose.

The New Doctrines Of Love: Repeat After Me, Haha :D

THE NEW DOCTRINE OF THE WORLD LOVE:REPEAT AFTER ME HAHA

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ATTENTION ALL MANKIND,

WE, AS CONSCIOUS HUMAN BEINGS OF THE ONCE BEAUTIFUL PLANET EARTH,  HEREBY RECLAIM ITS SOIL IN THE NAME OF A FREE HUMANITY. REPEAT AFTER ME

"...haha..

I ACKNOWLEDGE THAT I ALONE , SHAPE MY OWN DESTINY... AND THAT NO OTHER FORM OF CONTROL OR DISTRACTION WILL EVER DEPRIVE ME OF THIS RIGHT...

The Secret of the Wave

   R iddled in dreams... conceptualized in art.... characterized in the motions of both the cosmos and ourselves.  This secret is no secret.  It is everywhere, and nowhere.  It is the carrier signal for form, and creation.  It is the alpha. It is the omega.  It is the wave.

Now i can assume for posterity that you are somewhat less than amused.  C'mon Tim, really?  A wave? How cliche.  How Trite.. how meaningless and amateur.

I can assure you, I realize where you are coming from.  I too, was not amused by the wave either.  It seemed like such a sedentary and obscenely obvious force of nature to be the answer to every question in the goddamn book.  But i can assure you, it is.  It is the pattern in which all patterns persist.  It is the function of all dynamical systems, and the path.  It is the single most important motion in the cosmos. It really is.  And I will convince you by the end of this rant.

If you take not but a few minutes to research such mathematical principles like the differentiable equation(wikipedia all of these if you dare), the parabolic arch and its power, Eastern philosophies such as Taoism and Buddhism, and other various schools of shamanic tribes and Sufi mystics.  They all reflect the true nature of reality, and how the mathematical systems of the universe operate.  The duality of nature directly states that there are two opposite opposing forces at play in the universe.  The swinging imbalance of both states, is what causes this wave pattern.  First the wave rises, in domination of one force. (black), and as it peaks. and reaches the apex of the wave, it breaks, and changes back to balance with the opposing (white) forces.

Call it hokum if you will, but mathematics and schools of philosophy thousands of years old support it.  Just because science tells you that your life is meaningless doesn't mean you should believe them for an instant.

Anyway, if I haven't made you a believer yet... I invite you to look at your own life.  For you too, are a part of this universe.  If what I'm saying is true, this wave pattern should surface and be apparent in your life, as well. 

After all , you are still alive, aren't you?

True TransHuman Design

  E ver since i was a child, ive always had this underlying sense that there was something inherently wrong with the way we live.  Its like this annoying itch on the back of ur head or maybe even a low pitched steady consistant ringing noise in the background that seems to get louder as the room gets more silent. I never really felt like everyone else. I didnt feel as though i thought the way normal people would think.  I know that there are many other people out there who are just like me, in this regard. But as far as the general population went, I felt as if I could sense something that eluded them.

      As i got older i slowly began to

The New Doctrines of Love: An Introduction

Hello my friends, fellow brothers and sisters of humanity.  I come to you today , as the complete embodiment of love, defined.  Not defined as some object that can be bought and sold, or worked hard in academia to achieve.  Instead, I am the embodiment of love, in the fact that I can stand before you, today, as your brother, truly unafraid of death.  Some of you don't believe me. some of you may be as brave as to proclaim this same thing for yourself.   the few, brave and courageous among us.  I  am happy, that you have found your own path to god.  But alas, i hold one anxiety for the notion that every single one of you standing before me, does not believe that God, and your inherent and inborn ability to know, are one and the same.  In other words, who among you truly believes that god is inside you?  If there are some who raise their hands, i ask you to come up now and stand up to death, with

Stepping Outside the Circle: An Essay on Graphic Design

 S tep outside the circles in life, and your bound to nothing.  Stray from the common lines, and here is where you'll find us.  I am ideas, and images.  I am originality.  I am a universe devoid of boundaries.  I am worlds within one margin.  I strive to convey sadness.  I love to milk your tears.  I push to evoke anger, and sketch your happiness, all while exploiting your greatest fears. I am an aspiring graphic designer.  I recently discovered the limitless occupation of graphic design, and was in awe of its wide array of applicable job fields.  What fascinated me about graphic design more than anything, were the people.  Graphic designers can be viewed as a sort of perfect blend of the qualities in a human being.  They are smart of course, but also inherently creative and talented, and can be just as resourceful as Mcguiver, given an extremely challenging situation.  A good graphic designer can

Essay on Egon Schiele, Abstract Expressionist, Figure Drawing Artist

When I was first given the monumental task of selecting one of an almost infinite number of figure drawing artists throughout the last century, I felt as if I would fold under the pressure.  I did not expect to come across any figure drawing artist that I'd be able to relate with on many intensely personal levels.  I was demoralized and disdained about the entire ordeal, when something resembling fate offered me...

The Colon Capital D Movement :D

A ll around the world, vigilante young people  have been seen tagging colon capital D's on city street corners, town hall and chamber of commerces, and throughout mass transit never centers.  The Colon capital D, when perceived as a symbol, and not syntax, forms the familiar internet emoticon lovingly referred to as "the smiley".  

SIDENOTE: Not to say that its due recognition, did not come without an uphill battle.  the :D smiley was neck and neck with the :) smiley for what may well have been a condensed millenia, for supremacy of the chatroom battlefields.  But in the end, :D emerged victorious and without a scratch.  For the destiny was his, all along.  His face would be seen everywhere.  He would be known by all.  he would free the fair maiden from the clutches of doom....