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something to say
we are all pushed down
with our faces
in the mud
so that
eventually
we will
have something to say
that
no one
can take away
the dog is hungry
the dog cries for
affection
for food
the dog says ruff-ruff
the man pets it and throws it some scraps
contented
it rolls-up
on the floor and sleeps
the artist is hungry
the artist cries for
respect
for
intelligence
and virtue
the man looks at the artist
with indifference
tells it to go lay-the-fuck-down in the corner
and forget about it
complying with the man
the artist
continues to be
hungry
don't talk
please
don't talk
to me
about
religion
or politics
I'm not interested
let's talk
about
sports
movies
the weather
anything
better
for me
and
the world
be positive
and
think positive thoughts
avoid negative
and
hateful thoughts
you've heard this before
and
you will
see it
and
believe it
when you live
right
right on
the right side
stay
stay on
the right side
is the
only side
no place to hide
on
the wrong side
and
you will
be right
right
on
a bird
I wish
I was a bird
live
high up
in a tree
I would shit
on anyone's head
who walked
directly under me
everyday magic
ordinary
everyday life
very deep
almost impossible to understand
ordinary
everyday happiness
very deep
almost impossible
to comprehend
i tie my shoes
i untie my shoes
i tie my shoes
i untie them
as a human being
happy spider
walking into
the woods
a spider
patiently waits
the fly is caught
i leave
the trees
(Sado Island, Japan)
give piece a chance
a piece of pie
a piece of cake
a piece
of ass
mentally ill
sometimes
I'm mentally ill
please
forgive me
when I fly
over the hill
the sun
always sets
it's such a thrill
I love
my wife
and
I always
will
a true artist
a true artist
only drives
a mercedes benz
advice to a young artist
don't give up no matter what life throws
at
youcreate your soul
not your mindforget what the business fools
tell
youand
most importantlyget a good day gig and a good woman
success
will follow
you
Bill loved gunshe was being
treated for
manic depression
their marriage
was in turmoil
because
Bill was
having an affair
with another womanfor the sake of
the family
Bill came home
to Kaybut the depression
continued
Kay was upstairs
and heard a loud
sound
that came
from down
the stairsshe dreaded
her thoughts
at that momentshe found Bill
laying on
the bathroom floor
Bill loved his guns
Kay said afterwards
a happy pappy
happy happy
every day be happy
wake up
and smile into
the mirror
don't forget
smile
and say
I'm happy
a happy pappy
jazz is
jazz
is
dead
and free
jazz
was
a wet
dream
that
did
not
ejaculate
great art
why are so many artists
pompous
arrogant
and
full of shit?
maybe their
mommies
dropped them
on their heads
when they were babies...
animal
eyes
as I look
into
animal eyesI see
god
looking at me
in comparison
human eyescold and lonely
they hide behind
self important
crapas if
what they have
and
what they have
to say
will change
historytheir absurd joke
needs
a punch line
and
a large audience
to vomit in unison
what I need
what I havethe eyes
of my
animal friends
milking
the dead cow
I continue to
milk the
dead cow
of a
career
pride squeezing and pulling
"the cow is dead"
I keep telling myself
"the tit is cold"
the good times
the insane lifestyle
those memories
as the reality
a cold shower on a winter's day
of empty promises telling me
to give up my longing
for the
pie in the sky
pride
born of habit
still squeezing
sucking on
the dead meat
every time I take
a
shit it's art!
if I listened to all the assholes
who told me that I don't play the real shit, etc.
I would have quit
a long
time ago.
I don't give a fuck what the bullshit experts say about
anything.
Every time I take a shit it's art!
Who the fuck do they think
they are......Don't listen to them.
They all have their heads so far up
their ass
that they think
it smells like roses
excuse me
excuse me
for being
myhappyself
myhappyself
excuse me
for being
myselfhappy
myhappyself
is that how you want
to live
your life?
play and enjoy
and please
don't waste
my time
with the mindless bullshit
talking is not fucking
playing
on stage
is making the music
let's all
play (fuck)...
nothing but a dream
nothing but a dream
nothing but
a fucking dream
do you think
it matters?
soon to be over
do you
think
anything
really
fucking
matters?
all the assholes
and mine
here in this dream
a short time
for
a fucking
short short
time
cut the crap
forget
the bullshit
your fantasy life
will
soon
become worthless
history
finished
end of the fucking story
thank you
the flowers grow
in abundant moisture
remembering
the cat walks
together
happy to be
with Charlie
as he
was happy
to be
with me
enjoying the
days and
nights
it was a routine
taken
for granted
the
routine
no longer here
left
with the loneliness
of
walking alone
the anticipated
pleasure
sadly
gone
the poetry of
the rain and the
flowers
continue
as
the wonder of
daily life
begs me
to celebrate
Charlie’s life
trying hard to be a star
trying too hard
to be a star
I must try
not to be a star
try hard
not to be a star
trying to be a human being
trying hard
to be
human
i have a
japon wife
japon
japan
japan
japon
she saved me
from myself
my
self
self selfself selfselfself
i like her
so much
much much
munch munch
much munch
munch much
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multiplexity multiplexity
multiplexity multiplexity
PLEXMULTI PLEXMULTI
PLEXMULTI
PLEXMULTI PLEXMULTI
PLEXMULTI
multiplexticity
multiplexticity
multiplexticity
multiplexticity
for
peace
they
finally
agreed
to have
peace
but there's
just
one
small
thing
they love
love to
FUCKING
KILL
EACH
OTHER
ceilings
i remember being alone
really alone
so dedicated was i
left my home
to a strange country
half my time
laying on the bed
looking up
at a ceiling
ceilings
trying
trying too hard to be
somebody
anybody
go
go
fuck
yourself
and
eat
shit
people
peephole
people people people
people people peephole
people people people
people peephole people
everywhere people
everywhere peephole
people everywhere
too many peepholes
what are they
what they are
who are they
who they are
what who
what who
why
people people peephole
people peephole people
people people
people peephole people
remembering
John Cage
a few years back
I was performing at a loft
concert in New
York it was a special event
and
because of that
all
the
seats
were sold
out
before
the performance was about to begin
I looked to the back
of the room and noticed that John
Cage
was standing
apparently he was waiting
for a seat to open up
since there were no seats available
I decided to ask the
manager of the loft if he could
perhaps
find an additional chair to put in the front row
so that John could sit
down and
listen
the manager finally located a chair so
I walked to the back of the room
to let John know
that there was now
a place for him
to sit down
because of the excitement of the moment
I impulsively said to him
"John we now have a CAGE for you"
he laughed
and said to me
"thanks I need one"
for
Sergey
my friend
you were special
you touched me
you touched others
came and went
where did you go?
I remember
the car rides
listening to the radio
any station
would be o.k. with you
I remember
your shoes
with the funny up-pointed toes
where are your shoes?
the quiet moments together
then the complete joy of the stage
brilliant brilliant
musicianship
most of all
I remember
your warmth
sense of humor
humanness
"incredible" you would say
I say
you were incredible
my life
never again the same
simple not simple
simple
simplicity
simplicity
never simple
simple
never simple
never simplicity
plicity plicity
not non simple
simplicity
non simplicity
non simplicity not
simple minded
simplicity simple
simple not simple
the
animals
the animals
the animals
the humans
the humans
the animal humans
the animal humans
the human animals
the human animal humans
the animals are my friends
humans are not my friends
human animals are my friends
the humans are not the animals friends
humans think they are above animals
i think animals are above humans
humans think they are above everything
i think humans are above nothing
the animals
the animals
the human animals
the animal humans
a dime a dozen
my father
always told me
when I was a kid
"musicians are worth a dime a dozen"
"worth only a dime a dozen"
he was right
now
that I look back
and think about it
sometimes
I wonder if I'd listened to him
during that young
and idealistic dream time
where
would I be today
and
what would I be doing?
hard to say
excuse me for being boring
excuse me
EXCUSE ME
excuse me
EXCUSE ME
excuse me for being boring
EXCUSE ME FOR BEING BORING
excuse me
EXCUSE ME
excuse me
EXCUSE ME
excuse
me for being
boring
EXCUSE ME FOR
being BORING