Seedless

Jimmy is taking a little break fro life and the stresses of plastik people. he will be riding a fractal formulation thru the jetstream down south to Florida. Beach Drinks, Alligators, and Palm trees Oh My…

One good thing about music,
when it hits you, you feel no pain.
One good thing about music,
when it hits you, you feel no pain.

So hit me with music.
Hit me with music, now, yeah.
Hit me with music.
Brutalize me with music.
Trenchtown rockers they don’t watch that.
Trenchtown rockers give me your Jah.
Trenchtown rockers then watch your children cry.
Cuz’ you’ve got to tell Jah why you’re movin’

Kingston town, movin’
Kingston town.

One little thing I’ve found,
is that you can’t fool Jah, I know.
Cuz there moving, yes I’m moving.
I said one good thing, one good thing,
when it hits you you feel no pain.
One good thing about music, when it hits you,
you feel no pain.

Peace and Prosperity,
Seedless

 I reposted this because it reminded me of a memory…

shrug…

What ever happened to self control…

The after-dinner sun glows warm an orange bright as can be, fixates my thoughts upon the wooden floor.  I loose my self in thoughts of nothing, as I hear “Fixation feeds the fever” I shuffle towards the balcony and grab a refill of beer and my trusty pipe.  Its Halloween here in Santa Barbara and the [speed] freaks will be out to night, I slug my beer back and think to myself, Why did I ever agree to go with Becca to this party, I barely even know her and I am sure I wont know many of her friends let alone like them.

Should I call and say I am sick?  Should I lie or just tell her straight out I really don’t feel like spending the evening out with her or what?

I stare out into the ball of light nicknamed the Sun, this is a beautiful city and a better view, spoiled only by the oil rigs off shore.  I walk in to turn the volume, “Right outside this lazy summer home”, its not Summer but so what [it feels like it].  I have no problems, I am drug free [for the most part], and semi-happy, I decide to call my mother.

Hey Mom, whats going on…
*loud barking* The usual kids trick-or-treatin, your sisters down in the city, your Dad and I are being low-key tonight feeding the trick-or-treaters…
Yea I am thinking the same…
Not going to dance with the devils on this the evening of ghosts…
Huh…? (laughter)
Anyways…
You need money?
Not today, just wanted to say high.
Love ya
You too…

I kick my feet up and hang the phone up, and smile.  The one thing I do love is my parents.  Staring into the burning sun with a goofy smile on my face, I am startled by a knock and the door opening.

Liam what the fuck, barge right in… Beers in the fridge.  He takes a seat to my right and shakes my hand.
Whats going on?

Same-o-shit.
Yea.
So you psyched about this chick tonite or what?
Not really, thinking about not going…
Oh fuck, No your not, were party’n tonight…
Ok, twist my arm…

We settle back into a discussion of the ‘old’ neighborhood, football [which I hate, I just talk about it], and girls.  The bottles are starting to pile high around us as the CD stops.  Blind Melon or Stones?  Either or just turn it up loud.

I go to take a shower and take a peek in the medicine cabinet, I always get so damn tweaked around chicks, dont ask me why but 50 mg of Valium cures that.  The shower is steaming and is fogging up the room.  In and out.  Throw on some shorts and out the door for another beer.  I absolutely am not looking forward to getting dressed up for this damn party.

Liam and his girlfriend are going as Bonnie and Clyde and I just feel weird dressing up like someone but Becca did take me out shopping for a costume to wear as I loudly protested.  I settled on an ATF [Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms Bureau] guy with a cool helmet with a green visor.  Mainly so I could take it all of easy and be in street clothes with ease.  We spent most of the time looking in the porn stores.  I lose myself in thoughts of Becca and dildos for a second, and return to the balcony with 2 cold ones.

Liams complaining that he had to spend 125 bucks to rent his and Ambers costume, I remind him that we should not of even dressed up.  I finish half my beer in a swig.

We watch the girls walk up the street from the park, they were probably puffin a joint before coming up here as they are laughing and truly look like they are enjoying themselves and I think to myself, Becca probably will look pretty damn good on her knees.

We hear them laughing all the way up the stairs, glad somebody is in a good mood.  This valium should hit me soon hopefully my mood will lift.  Amber jumps on Liams lap, Becca says “Hello…?”, I mumble back with my head in the refrigerator.  Suddenly I get a strange feeling and a voice says, “Dont be a dick to this girl, just because your not in a good mood.”  I agree and come out wearing a smile.

Amber starts flipping thru the CDs and Liams still sitting on the deck staring into the sunset pounding beer like nobodies business.  Amber asks how I am doing?  Fine I guess.  Come here I got you something, as I follow her into my room.  This time I am fussing with the CD’s and she says, look at me.  Jeez ok, just picking out a song…

Both hands behind her back, arching her tits in my face she tells me to pick a hand.  That one, wrong, that one, right.  She pulls out a 6-inch california green bud perfectly beautiful almost surpassing her beauty [of course I would never admit that].  Aww, shucks thanks Becca.  Not a problem, I (green) plant the ever deserving kiss on her lips.  The usual ensues but is interrupted shortly by Amber knocking loudly repeating, “Where is the bong, I know its in there”.  Making me laugh I break away and partake in the fruits of my labor [stinky, freaky, greenbud haze].  Ahhh…

The girls are awfully talkative as I bet they are bumping glass [meth] tonight, I don’t want any part in that, but I am sure as the night unfolds and the stars shine into some random girls eyes the tune might change.  Lucy In the Sky with Diamonds or Lucy in the Subway with Daffodils, no subway here.  Only BMW’s, convertibles, fake tits, homeless beachcombers, and the likes…

California….Knock, knockin on the golden door
like a angel standing in a shaft of light
rising up to a garden of paradise - GD

Laying on the bed stoned Becca has her legs stretched out on to the nearby bookshelf.  The perfectly formed, just right, tanned legs have grapsed my attention.  Some soft mellow music on in the background barely audible.  The sunbeams are cutting in thru the windows, scattering them randomly around the room.  One beam has cast its bright deep orange rays onto Beccas legs.  The smoke is hazy all through the room and swirls about.  Instantly in my head her legs looked like they should have been framed.  With a nice frame of course maybe very minimal as to draw you into the foot or maybe a more ornate frame that had twists and curls.

Becca - So are you planning on having fun tonite…?
Me - Yea, totally I rear’n to go.
Becca - Good get ready and me and Amber will be back in an hour or so, Ill call.
Me - Sounds good, see ya…

She gets up and leaves and I slowly drift into thinking about how that would have been a perfect pic with Beccas legs the sun, the smoke.  Ahh, I sit back and stare at the thumbtack I have taked up so it shows me directionally which way east is.  It is blocked for a split-second as the fan blades whrill by.  With the fan on the high position it is reminiscent of a flip book movie except its a tack in the wall. (green).

I drift off in awkward off-the-wall-dreams and day-dreams that will be pieced together at a later time.  Awoken to:

“The winter was so hard and cold,
Frost 10 feet beneath the ground,
Please don’t murder me” Skipping, skipping, skipping,skipping

What the fuk, I say as I rub my eyes.  Ahhh thats right Halloween.  Check the clock, have been sleeping 1 hour.

Go out into the family room, Liam is still out on the deck a new kid is here also Troy.  The girls are gone and I feel absolutely great now that this valium is kickin and all that lovely mary-jane.  I actually notice I am smiling.

Grab a beer and walk to the deck and hop a squat next to Liam.  Who is engaged in a conversation with Troy about this guy Liam thinks is looking a little to much at Amber.  He tells Troy to telll the kid to knock it off.

Troy is a pothead surfer from the building over lots of family money and killer weed that remind me of ears of corn.  Truly fat green buds.  He is hanging over here alot lately smoking weed, selling, trading, party’n, and of course relaxing.  Good guy, he tolerates my strangeness and I tolerate his.  So we hang out and fuck chicks and do the stuff most ppl do.

You going to the party Troy..?
No

Shitty, when are the girl getting back I speak in Liams direction, soon he says.  Ok I am flying the coup for a bit I am taking my powered skateboard downtown to get a copy of a magazine and chill on the beach and watch the sunset.  Wait till the girls come and than come join me.  Ok thanks, Lock-up

I pull on a pair of shades and light my joint, pull the motor started.  Vavavavaroom and I am off.  Winding down the streets in a figure 8 motion, alternating between big tokes and small tokess off the joint.  Bomb the little hill and fishtail in some sand.  I stop at a bar to hear some local band play and surprisingly they are pretty damn good, mainly just good covers.

I order a $7.50 specialty Ale [not impressed]
Sitting on my table was a vase that was stuffed with about 13 twisted and bent breadsticks that I just had to eat and leave crumbs on the table.

I listened to the band play “Let the Goodtimes Roll”, they have the girls up there dancing, shaking it.  I enjoy the moment and almost get up and busted a move on the floor.  Naw…

Evening sun is sinking low, clock on the wall says its time to go, Let the Goood Times Roll”

Out the door and on the skateboard I decide to cruize the bar strip and check out the honeys that are lined up already tring to get into some of these lame clubs.  The chicks are everywhere times two.

Head toward the beach which I am sure will be filled with party people with this beautiful sunset on Halloween eve.  Weaving and speeding, destination the western end of the United States.

Perfect timing, I pop a squat and fiddle around in my pockets looking for the rest of that joint I didn’t finish smoking.  BINGO.  Blazed it up and puff.  With-in a minutes Lady Marijuana must have dome her magic spreading her sweet intoxicating aroma and reeling in a couple fine female specimens.  Wanna smoke?  I ask. Similes and Giggles is the answer.

We sit on a rock stoned, staring into a small part of Mother natures pallette. Choosing to paint vibrant oranges, deep reds, purples, blended into a dark blue.  The stars are starting to peak out.  I cant really make conversation with them so I nod and say I have to go.  They thank me and that be that.

I walk over toward where Liam woulda parked.  Yup hes here.  LIAMM!!!  I yell it warrants a response down beach a hundred yards or so.  Walking over to Liam I smell at least 3 different kinds of maryjuana.

Whats up guys, girls…
I am feeling great…
Woo Hoo party…

We all sit down in a circle and put all our beers in the middle.  Than we just talked, perfect conversations, no lulls, no bullshit, it made me relaxed to say the least.  After the beers be gone, everybody is a lil tipsy.  We hurry back to my place to drink more, smoke more, change, and see what everybody ‘really’ has planned.

Stuffing into Liam’s jeep, we listen to Rolling Stones ‘Monkey Man’ on high volume, letting it pump us up for some serious adventures tonight. - “Im a fleabit peanut monkey, all my friends are junkies”…

Single file up the stairs, Becca is trying to kick Ambers feet out from underneath her which brings upon laughter. Unlock the door and were in…

[finish later]

Does anybody ever read this pathetic blog, I went from no where to no where, great Seedless…  But its not over.

I just dont know anymore people melt away like candles, some rightfully so

TO LISTEN TO THE TREES

 A meditation practice

The trees are lords of nature.
we are nature also
quiet your mind
allow the trees
to find you here
Greet them , choose one
to sit or stand before
open your heart, and mind
Listen, feel, share,
know the tree
trees teach of time,
rooted in the Earth
heads in the sky
they sing their songs
they guide you to find balance
and harmony in all life
honor the trees
for these gifts freely given
thank this tree for what it is,
give this tree your gift of love
return now gently, to yourself.
Separate your mingled energies
and remember what you are.

Do you think I am Koo-Koo

Sun splinters thru the light cloud cover, as Jimmy awake to this early, already hot summer day.  Jimmy eats some Frosted Flakes, Jimmy takes his suboxone, klonopin, and adderall.  His mind briefly drifts into a slight frame of pschedelica, deciding today is not the day, he pockets some green bud and bubble hash.  Writes a quick tid-bit on the computer and returns to finish his adderall.  Jimmy is listening to The Grateful Dead on this beautiful morning, thinking he might take a bike ride, before it gets too hot he is really unsure and will let the day unfold before…

It’s the same story the crow told me;
It’s the only one he knows.
Like the morning sun you come and like the wind you go.
Ain’t no time to hate, barely time to wait,
Woh - oh, what I want to know, where does the time go?

Where does the time go… Is it in perpetual suspension?  Is it in fast-forward, or rewind for you today?  The day is Jimmies and he will seize it like the hamock and lemonade he pictures under the big ‘ol Oak tree.

Peace to the Middle East and any AWOL military personal,

SEEDLESS

When the clock struck midnight on that faithful night the plastic people were all melted by the sight of the crescent moon.  A quick mid-summer rainshower than passed thru leaving a nice refreshing smell of dignity.  Jimmy often wondered what the fuck is wrong with people and shook his head at the unbelievable power of the dark side, how people let the devil enter thee souls first by the enteryway of addiction, denial, embarrassment, and lying.  Once its hooks are sunk deep in a pound of flesh a siren like laughter could be heard.

Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
cause Im in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah!

Jimmies soul is still torn from fishhook removal,  he runs a service out of his garage called, Fishhook Removal I, Fishhook Removal II, and Fishhook healing I, II, etc.  At times he wonders if he is a lunatic, as he see’s the un-see’able.  He has gained thru a scar’d pound of flesh how to keep the evil abound, like a squirming coil bouncing of his aura of light trying to dissisemble its carnage before it trys to inflitrate some one new.  He is numb from the ignorance and dumbfoundedness of the group of people he knows as aquaintences.  Why is his enery wasted still involving his brainwaves with sick, disgusting, filthly, the Seven Deadly Sins rush thru his head.  He know someone who meets who meets the criteria for them all.  Evil has his last hook in Jimmy trying to pull him down to his level.  All level of negativity.  How can people be so crass and so self absorbed that its just a daily fact of life to lie.  I quarentee Jimmy has been lied to umpteentimes of a late.  The best part is controling his energy to not to waste its productive time dwellling on those that tango with the devil whether they know it, deny it, dont even see it, or they embrace it.  Enrgy of green growth sheds sown upon Jimmies and his families life as we all pray for god to watch over our grandmonther in a time of walking on eggshells.  Yet people ignore whats hapining in Jimmies life, as long as they get what they want.  Me Me M, try to think about something else sometimes.  Like how to tell the truth.  But who am I to judge not I said Jimmy from his comfortable surroundings.  Yet he to has a character flaw of judging others.  In order to do so the scales and conversions are impossible mathematic, besides being a waste of time its negative.

Jimmy is going bye bye.  He is going to take 2 long trips and pn the way he will learn to dissapear.  Once a certain knowledge and ancient art by chanceis learned he willfloat in a elevated stature to thelivin, loving, wonderful rainforests of South America.  He must fix a few issues with his physical body before he can proceed to embracing his ethereal life and achieve a seense of balance of tranquility and peace, that he awakens each day with a smile.  The whole time embracing and feeding his mind, body and spirit on the jungle foliage, his jouneys will be deep stronger and harder fought than many he has faced in the invisable world of the spirit.

Do you think Jimmy is wacked out on some dull drug like Ketamine, or a rocketship to ceribal psychedelicness with a huge hit of DMT as it billows out of his nostrils as he burst thru rudley into a worm hole and the timeless journey begins???  He was back in the day not to say Jimmy needs to work quickly and with a smmoth glide to redeem his body from the ill will of pharmaceutical “therapy”.  Time to let Jimmy go on his way,  a few white round pills under the tongue and, and orange one in a 2mg range will be absorbed by mucas membrances rather than under the tongue Jimmy will achieve that elsewhere.  Behind a cloud a smoke.  as the tendles of the smoke swirl and draw you in a familiar blue light can be seen glowing from with in the quartz crystal that lays before Jimmy as Jimmy is deep in medetation, preforming mental surgery cutting out the bad and heal the wounds.  The backyard is alive the trees are whispering something in the breeze.  Are they talking to me?  It al makes sense.  I am normal and most of your are what you would percieve Jimbo to be.  Funny how everything is backward, like the White Knigh who talks backwards as Alice In Wonderland does he chemical dance.  Fooled by the media, envolved with the media, fooled by the papers, fools by daily events, buying into the the whole its USA the land of the free and brave.  More like the land of people that dont have a clue and neeed to be taught the true ways of life.  Walk in the light and you will be fine if you cant draw a light in your direction or even know what embracing the white light envolves learn, beacuase of you are world is a mess filled with lies, greed, negativity, brutality, and on and on.  Change, turn the page and follow Jimmy as he progresses thru a difficult time in his life, its time to cut the ties again, last round I needed to cut the ties, 2 good friends landed in jail for 20 or so years, and countless have died 2 that I was fond of and had the understanding of the under current and the deeper meaning of life.  Jimmy does not what to come off like he knows it all because he doesnt [plus that reminds him of slut he used to fuck who was such a bring down, jimmy told her what she was a fucking cunt rag that I wouldnt even pick up dogshit with.  But Jimmy would never say such a negative thing, god bless that the path she may find.

Peace to the middle East, with love and emotion deeply touching your emotions, you gotta stop and thank me babe…

SEEDLESS

I am stuck on repete, I am finding it hard to move forward by changing my ways.  The main obstacle is friends [eh.. cough..] but why cant I be selfish for achange? this is a selfish disease.  Let them hinder someone elses progress.  Petty themes for modern obscene times.  Think I might go to Florida soon here, need a break.  I get up, usually eat breakfast, take some morning meds, go out and fittle with cactus and plants for an hour or so watering flowers, etc.than come in clean up mid morning med time.  Than I go grab my mountain bike tune it up or wash it up from then night before when out riding in the mud.  Lunch sometimes, sometimes meds, the sun is sinking low.  I load up new music on my mp3 thinger and ride into the sunset and into the shadows, Puff the majik Dragon lived near me…

I just got done tumbling a batch of stones, a pretty normal pattern agate and fossilised wood, took 4 or so weeks in a tumbler they are as shine as when they are slick wet well they look wet, sexy baby sexy.  Ha.  I am a rock-geek sue me.  Variety is the spice of life especially in the botanical world.  Tranquuilze the day away thru a sugary tasting rush of ‘must clean’, my cacti are fat.  I roll in the 4th Dimension travel like a ghost. You think your slick but have you ever been sick?  Ill puke in your face bitch.  I got whast you want and you got what I hate.  Hypodermic is the spring board for infectious disease, organic brain disfunction.

The sun is shinng the weather fine…

Positive rythm beats of progressingly strong waves of healing energy, think green waves hitting you, your rolling to the beat, on the edge of your seat, I rock the suburban rhymes ’cause I often have to waste some time.  Cola Buds and back-wash medicine.  The beat goes on and the sun shines on.  Jully 11th and all is well.  All is great.  Who knows might even get better soon?  Liars and cheats, backstabbers and crooks you all suck.  Get a life before you rot in hell.  Hells Bells’ Oh Yeaaaaaahhhh…!!!!!

Peace from behind the smokescreen Jimmy is sighning off,

Seedless

OMG what I would do to her if I were a painting too.  Smoking only thing better would be her in pigtails.