Becoming more successful by the second
You have three thousand, four hundred and fifty one day dreams a day.
There is nothing significant in the number itself,
nor is there significance in the fact that your daily mental deliberations
are drenched with your own wet fantasyland.
I could oppose you in this sub-material dance, tell you the detriments of
flailing energy arms, but instead I just butt in every once in a while,
saying things like “can I take your plate,” or “Who does your tattoos?”.
I’m relinquishing any hope of salvation and feel thoroughly saved because of it.
My budget is small
but my capacity to be absorbed completely
within any circumstance is large, Extremely.
and the vehicle i’ve created to be able to be the word of God as it is spoken
was given to me for free.
can you taste it?
A table, set for two
a day dream with an overwhelmingly and unconditionally loving dictator named Carl,
who likes to play chess at the local cafes, and his lower lip tends to curl
when the match becomes intense.
My freedom is becoming threatened by my ability to daydream
I am a latch-Key kid with no home,
my hormones are red tidal waves
that love to break upon my black-sand beaches,
your shores are salty and sandy as well, except that your sand
is of a much finer consistency than mine,
but that doesn’t concern me much because i’ve always seen life
as if I were rotating on a ferris wheel,
things get bigger and smaller
according to my position on the wheel
sometimes I move toward them
sometimes I move away from them
and that’s just the way it is.
Beautiful
Succulent
Half Off!
Deliberate
Strange
Becoming more successful by the second

Chikoko presents a clothing sale, live model display, games, entertainment and day of fun on Sat. August 16th, 2008. Sale begins at 1 pm at the 24 Hr. Drive-By Gallery on 7th Street between Main and Broadway. A dunk tank, watermelon eating contest, bubble blowing contest, prizes and more will be available during the sale and live performances including music, poetry and fire dancing beginning at 8 pm. Family friendly and a lively time to shop for a new summer outfit or accessories created by Chico’s only textile and performance art collective, Chikoko.

she says to open my channel,
she tells me to open her being to the healing abilities of my mind.
her human age says nothing of her timeless trek
these books of flesh are bound to burn
written in the higher archives are heavens tales
the trembling touch you know exists
as your states provide the proof again and again
were i to accept the “birth live die” fate, my I, would be for naught,
but to taste the doorway into the circle,
the timeless nature of acceptance and expulsion
to see the beam shoot verily unto mine inner eye,
a knowing beyond knowing
the true nature of time
how the first word spoken still echoes in my inner ear
and each sound i add builds the castle spires higher…
there in the wind
can you hear?
here in my hand
do you see her crawling for life?
tourists taste the glory of their own essence
when surrounded by the sights of this.
arrows melt into the fruit of true remembrance.
close your eyes and listen.
open your heart
and give the gift
of your existence.

This is art I made for a benefit for the people of Darfur that’s happening Aug. 14
benefit info
a poem I wrote for U :::
prime numbers relate states partial to
parallel preambles that mean nothing
to eyes whose water
drinks from pools in
deep dark forest roots.
shake trees to invoke kingdoms
coming privilege.
a proper chamber burrowed
boldly through trembling states.
a confident dreaming ox
walks along mountainside spires
in concentric tides
that wash away unstained
bridal gowns.
checks all pulled from banks
and re-deposited into subtle residue
which resides inside eternal
storehouses of bliss.
peanut butter sandwich salutations
beneath black flags that don’t salute
through bold black eyes that vomit
truth tickets free of charging buses
and stop-sign bedposts.
a party you host for turtles named patty
and candles named carl.
one jar of lighting bugs, four ounces honey, five crimson lanterns, six feathered turbans, seven ancient snail shells, a blinking eyed bunny, two thousand four hundred and thirteen laptop computers, twenty five undeniable memories of death, and you,
and I.

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this is my roomate josh he’s really nice
go here and listen to lisa rene!

Their eyes are pressing thumbtacks
of peace into my crystal
white body.
blood,
older then time, drips
dragon like to the floor that
creaks and shifts slightly in the wind.
I live in the trees.
I watch hundreds of humans pass below,
daily,
like ants.
Those who are aware of my presence cannot help
But stare at my looming glistening body
Dangling comfortably, in their eyes precariously,
From the giant body of my mother.
Eyes can never penetrate this white body.
The red tick marks that coat my skin
Are the marks of those
Who’ve tried.
Where are you?
exactly
The mother whom I’ve always known,
The angel of my lunar madness.
I’m stripping the colorful walls
Of my cage so that I may catch
A glimpse of your black bodies shadow.
Show me a hint
My dearest one.
A direction
For my feet to follow.
—————-
There is always hope
in eyes
who’s very nature
it is
to peel back the outer shells,
to reveal,
what lay beneath.
The costume trunk is deep,
dark
and often dank
in the in-betweens.
Body glimmering moonlight
blue-white.
dripping black shadow juice
streams
from crown
to puddle
around toes.
body sinks
thankfully
back
into obscurities hungry clutch.
as lost as abandoned ship at sea
tossed
invoking the capsizing wave
ingesting the salty turbulence
deep
into my sinking belly.
is there light in there?
will the cave door crack
in the end?
bending over
at the waist,
allowing my upper body to drop,
spine lowering
one vertebrae at a time,
I watch
as the blood drips from my eyes,
splashing on the remaining whites
of my toes,
merging with my black liquid shadow.
angels begin to dance above my jackknifed body,
like cheerleaders
to a game my soul has always played.
“I am as crippled as night and day”
the words by-passing my mind
and awakening instantly
in my chest.
“those bones are becoming more brilliant by the minute”
she
whispering the musing truths
into the space my disappearing ear
only recently occupied.
————-
my tact
is tarnished
my heart is
a golden waffle
garnished with monsters
who delight in nothing
but dancing
in circles around my
pole like mind.
i used to boast about
the brilliance contained within
my beloveds eye
now,
i just stare
into the mirror,
hoping for a chance encounter
with the mr right of my insides.
my address never changes
and yet
i haven’t slept in the same place
in over five years.
my chest is a medicine wheel
slash simon says game box,
which ever color is lit,
is the direction In which I travel.
There are stars in your eyes
the size of Niagara falling,
so touch the tip of your tongue
to my third eye while i stare into the sun
and back bend into eternity.

L I S T E N
Science’s Role in Building the Temple of Humanity

This is going to be A LOT of fun!
I’m doin it
you should too!!!
love ALL-ways
dragon

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ACUARIO
A Collaborative Painting Project by Jacquelyne Price & dragonboy56
Jacquelyne Price and David Sutherland (dragonboy56), join artistic forces to explore “process painting” on large format canvas & cloth, using acrylic, latex, oil pastels with a touch of mixed media and collage. ACUARIO, the spanish word for Aquarius, best describes these brilliantly colored expressions, which are the remains of an adventure into the emotional waters and airy minds of both artists. Grab some coffee take a seat and let yourself sink into the tides of ACUARIO.
2 VENUES: See Acuario during the month of June at The Naked Lounge (118 W. 2nd St) and Has Beans Internet Cafe & Galleria (501 Main St)
Join the artists for a Reception at the Naked Lounge 6-8pm on Saturday June 7—includes refreshments and an open game of “Win Lose or Draw” *original ART prizes given to top contestents!
If your not in Chico or California or even the contintental US you can view some of these pieces here
blessings
dragon