ground zero for US too...
a whole library for me...and I lost my glasses...
a letter to a friend...
hiya claudio i couldn't decide what to get you for your birthday
so i thought i would get you all the items in the dada store here in south central (a branch opening soon in beverly
hills)...hope you like them...i spent a lot of time looking and thinking about you...hope they can be of some use to
you around the house...
wheel rings and shoe hammers and leaf spinners and sap balancers and floor tires and arch
lights and nose pads and sandal hedgers and window hinges and mirror shades and tree runners and chair riders and
bureau warmers and lamp snuffers and panty hangers and cloud freezers and book distillers and pony cursers and frog
jets and cat nooses and building movers and truck lifters and flower choppers and head vices
palpable unholdable
synthesis of us malleable unthinkable Truth epidermal peelers and fly clippers and beard viewers and coal smackers
and plate droppers and pencil suspenders and frame oilers and cross hatchers and magazine slicers and hat cuppers
and egg fixtures and salmon dispensers and curtain removers and handle disposers and photographic couplers
refrigerator
spring loaders and fence immolators car dehydrators and supercilious box producers
palpable unholdable synthesis
of Man fictional unsaleable Truth
cabin sanding cleaners and furniture saturators and rug flaggers and semiotic
teeth grinders
and circular sprayers and miniature salad snappers and black olive de-holers and capstan rivet zippers
and book pilers and maximum density lead-filled hoppers and steel-reinforced psychoanalyzers and blanket stripers and
expensive vase holders and bold-faced clock watchers and still-born rump rustlers and de-magnified hair scissors
super
heavy-duty jacket patchers and minty fresh bowl renewers and symbiotic bed choosers and extra-comfortable people
holders and somnambulist bird checkers and hyper-vigilant poetry safe-crackers and super-posthumous house breakers
and trouser de-greasers and bill detractors and high-pressure foam defibrillators and telephone mixers and
high-impact television imploders and financial grant particulators and high-resolution gown de-puffers
Socratic
processors radio utensils and bread oven spitfires lounge chair exercisers and breakfast opiate enhancers
palpable,
unholdable, synthesis of you drinkable unthinkable exploder of Truth
coffin carriers and latex spear dippers and
canvas wall tacklers and boat wideners and bra releasers and newspaper folders and lamp post de-stylers and automotive
forensics detractors and space rock music refractors and bed post collectors and broken glass categorizers and hand
bag changers and coin simulators and paintbrush swatters and black cherry cutters and shelf shiners and wall plungers and
rug monuments and sandwich picklers and sofa de-seeders and boots made of lettuce and bridles steeped in vinegar and
totality shaped out of nothing and garments cut out of envelopes and inkpads made to look important and star manuals
directed toward meteorites and god chasers striving for non-fiction and bullherders trained at fish ranches and
problem-solvers stumped in the corner and government officials spinning a broken pretzel and sophomores resting on their
laurels and a grizzled merchant looking to sell...
tried to get these gifts off to you on the 6th of the 6th
but it took me awhile to wrap them... i wish you the best of the best, the birthday of king claudio, the gestation launchpad
into artistic and human fulfillment... you are a vehicle...do not forget... much love in the name of the overhead
projector, milo
evol..evolve...evil..live...love
They named Wednesday, the 9th? of September 2004
Milo:
Besides being the Vehicles,
we also are the freeway in which all of the people that are around US
transit in within.
Remember the "Strange Attractor"?
"I don't want to convince you, I
don't want to sell you anything, I don't even wanna talk to you, You know what I'm talking,
you know what I'm saying, you are part of me ,I am part of you, we are part of a Cosmic Knowledge".
Remember the other one?
"Transneural, Translogic, Transtime, Neurotransmitting in a frequency
of 1.1billion Kilohertz, welcome, bienvenidos, benvenuti, the show it's about to star, welcome back my friends to the show
Thar never ends".
"Atraves de ...toda la Galaxia"
"Across the... entire Galaxy"
What else can I say ? It has no way to be explained with binary system,
or sounds named speech....
You've got to experience the blessing and magic of the energy...
That thing doesn't make mistakes, It just watches, contemplates you doing
It and name it after as: pleasure, pain, bad luck, good luck, hunger, hell or angels...
If you hold in your hand a human brain, and go to a sink, and open the
faucet and begin disintegrating, grinding this piece of meat and watching it as it goes down the drain, you think..." will
the pipe lead to heaven or hell?".
Once I told the psychiatric doctor..."Doctor, I don't want you to cure
me, I want you to understand me".
Remember the lyrics " The sun is the same in a relative way, but your
older, shorter of breath, and one day closer to death...".
I got news for you from Bermuda's triangle, (Tree by nature), we don't
die...pure energy, you'll see brother...
Say hello to your (belonging) wife.
Cloudy-O
So many blenders to rectify
so much foolishness to rationalize
so little moral fiber
Here we go!
Happy new year!
A festive hat...
Against the background of eternity
Life is short tackles and unceremonious
It is a hair swept aside by the wind of existence
The potential of things , yet unborn ed
And so knowing this I resolved to live my life
A simple meal
A warm and comfortable pair of slippers
On the contrary I will not leave a vague existence
A stardust of panchromatic rainbow life
And I´m going tom take joy,
not in some, but in everything
It´s your attitude that counts...
Ask yourself how can I be the alchemist of my own existence
I´m so happy that I can barely express myself...
The secretion and absorption of the hormones in my body
Let that what destroy others inspires you...
Let what wears they down revitalize you...
Self censorship in a world of limitless horizons
Does,t his make you feel good?
It has a different ironic quality
The luminous right hand of God
And so knowing this...
I will not leave a vague existence
No more fist fights at the supermarket checkout lines with people I hardly
know
It is a tale told by and idiot full of hate and fury signifying nothing
Claudio
february th 26th 2006
two weeks
dos semanas
en Ecuador
in Ecuador
self inflicted punishment for all of my commited past sins
Auto castigo por mis pecados cometidos en los ultimos tiempos
The sentence
La sentencia:
6 meses
6 months
en la jungla
in the jungle
Claudio
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Two Visionary Prophets at the Mt. Wilson Observatory...
February 2011
Lost Angels, California...
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