The Public Life Of Neo

 The Purple Rain Fell Softly
Nineteen Ninety-Nine
Block Party In Twin Cities
It Was A Riot, And It Was Quiet Elsewhere

Cattle grazed and sheep lowed
While My Sister Gave Birth
Nolan Was Born Into Worlds
of Cowboys And Indians

Electronic Games and Guns
and Tea Shopping Online
dot COM Bubble Hadn't Popped
Twin Towers Hadn't Fallen

Oh What A Different World 26 years Later
I hardly recognize Myself... yet...
Digital Revolution Came For Me In The Eighties
The MATRIX Back Then Was Public Life
Whenever You Left The House, Essentially

And Computers Helped Us Escape
Electronics Were Human Made
Tron Had Just Come Out
And Electronic Stores Sold Parts

My Confession Is Not Unique
We Have No Idea How Isolated and Lonely
Existence Really Is Until We Look Up
And Watch Stars Light Years Away

That's How The Cookie Crumbles
Building Community Needs Bridges
Pontifex Maximus And Coterie Of Saints
Now aDays We Gossip Online World Wide Web

And The Bridges?  Also Online
Doesn't Fill That Need For 'I'
Without Pregnant Silence
And Searching Better Days

Predation of Wolves

Spring Is Unpacking My Life
Sunshine Is Lighting My World TODAY
Many Battles Unsung
My Life Is A Heroes Ballad
Where My Friends Battled
Dark Monsters On Horseback
And Legions Of Doom

We Were Charged But We Held Firm
Our Hill A Ridge And Our Weapons Points
We Slaughtered Them And Routed Their Gloom
Fundemented Demeanor And Disillusioned Attacks
Got Them Dead Faced And Juxtaposed With Pain
Mercy's Sisters Came And Peace Reigned Closer

Fake And Demeaning & Disillusioned Entourage
Of Some Fundamented General Who's Calvary Broke
Down They Fell On Top Of Our Rolls
And Died Beneath Our Sword Over And Over
Stupid War On The Night And Fears Of A Dreamers Might
Our Clarion Call Prevails & Our Light Shines
Divert Outcomes And One Chooses Anew Midstride

They Could Not See Through This War
There Was Only One Door For Them
For The Legions Of Disillusioned Crew
Their Magic Died Years Ago... Somber Fools
Whom Sought Might To Take From Us
Faith Which Dawns Each Morning aNew
Like The First Black Bird Singing Dude

Light Attracts Love

In The Healing Light Of Morning Sun

Solitude And Pets Waking Love

Rise On Sweet Chariot

Each Morning We Rise Up

 

Write Each Day About Our Love

Writing And Loving Under The Sun

Much Love In Our Cups

Help Us Fly Farther Along

 

Parkland Surrounds Us Each Morn

The Zoo Is Astounding Too

Gods Love Visits Us

With Each Smile

Every Drop Of Coffee, Each Cup

 

Every Bug Sees Us Light Up

What Do We Do With Them

Until Lightening Sky Draws Away

These Bugs Of The Night

Attracted To Our Flame

 

I Know Not But Burn We Must

Love We Must, and Live We Must

These Bugs We Crush 

Have Us Outnumbered

 

Then Cain Requests Consideration

He's a Pariah Asking Favor From Our King

Bad Timing When Our Lit Lamp

Awakens

That We Should Consider Him 

 

Kibble For World Peace

 The rains parted And sunshine came

The flowers push up higher today

And the checks in the mail

For bills and charity to get what we need

like insurance and necessities of living

 

I went to the store for food and treats

Last hundred went towards crunch

For the Dog and Cats, off brand 

Even though it's Purina, I checked the protein

thirty percent for cats and 21 for dog chow

It's the protein you are paying for

 

I was in the woods, I myself have plenty of kibble

But I lost my cushion when trip plans got canceled

Last Saturday I thought I'd be shopping for deals

Never materialized and I was running out of time

And meals and meal plans for animals,

3 cats and one dog is manageable

But I was getting short on time to find dues

For the elite club called us and you

 

Don't Feed Bigfoot

Love Letter v2.1

 On The Cross I Wept
What new day dawns
Promises to keep and promises to dream
We weep for tomorrows sorrow and today's peace

What love rises on the cross
Rises forever adieu
For survivors whom love you
Through to the promise of tomorrow too
What Love, Who... You Caliope?

Your my love that is reborn
My hope that rises every day
My Promise of life everlasting
Caliope You my forgotten tomorrows I live today anew
You're my everything I love about myself and you
I love you Caliope, and You KNEW!

My hours grow shorter, my time faint
I know I must craft in my shorter days
The burgeoning of the sun rising
Must not wait, tomorrow is a new play
And Today must be hayed for tomorrow never comes
Without your love in my heart staying

My Muse, My Love, I love you

Drizzle fa Sizzle ta

Most Days Rain or Drizzizle

Good time to buy air-conditioners While weather is cool

We recharge when demand is low

And rest during hard-times

While trying to work through scarce times

I think when it's quiet

And read what God gives me,

For I don't want nothing to show when sun sets low

 

Grin and bear it, because

It might not be fun

But Anything Creative Always Begets Something New

Save it until you got Ten

Do It Again and Practice

Ten, Twenty, Forty, Eighty or More Stored

Should Have Something Worth Keeping or Selling

Practice More and Buy a Store

Setup Shop and drop-ship your lot

Host It and Advertise, Link and Capitalize

Now We're Talking and Blogging and Painting

And Profiting On Wasted Time When We Sold Nothing

 

It might not be glamorous reading Books

It might not be easy cobbling a Webpage

It might not be risky selling Online

It might not be hard to Buy-in

It might not be expensive to Craft

It might not be stupid to Profit

But This is The World We Created For Ourselves

And At Least It's Affordable Enough To Sell 

What's Voodoo Amongst Friends

A Death Cult Visited

A n d I F E E L Enamored

What a hoot, can't argue

He asked if I made the sun come out

I told him I'm not Jesus

But if drinking a Miller Beer Will Do That

I would, Jessey Likes Wine, so We Just Talked

And He Invited Me To A Funeral Party

Celebrating Jesus Christ

 

Where does the time go?

I'm still fighting after 30 years the same goddamn shit

Math is your only clue in the Bible

Goldbricking Twittler

Fake As Nephrology Pseudoscience-type Bull Shit

My Stars Don't Mean Shit To You

So Why Do You Persist

 

The Moral To This Story

Is To Not Argue With Men Of Faith

Argue With Your Friends And It's A Downhill Battle

Argue With Your Priest And He'll Excommunicate You! 

Argue With Saints and You'll Live Forever

But Not Your Priest, Because He's Got Believers To Save,

Not You..

For We Gather Our Flowers From Our Path

And If We're Being Thorny!  Well!  Dammit! 

The Roman Grid

Riding on a Big Ball of Dirt

Floating in outerspace while

Flying at 100 of miles per second

We are Earthlings

And everything is Earthling

 Trees are Earthlings with shared ancestry

And Earthworms, and Earth babies

 A Jerusalem cricket may not know Algebra

But Algebra is a very Earthling thought

Comic books are Earthling entertainment

Sunday brunch is so very Earthling

Earthlings are boxmakers

They like their rusty cage

And put boxes inside of boxes to sit on

So they can watch television rectangles

Hung on bigger rectangles inside of boxes

With box-like blocks where they park boxes

And mail comes and they put that in a post box

To be filed in bigger boxes like filing Box

Even their mail is printed on rectangles

that they slide into slightly bigger rectangles

And slap postage rectangles on the mail to send

 

Even math comes in a box

Trigonometry squares the circle

We don't have to look far for deCarte`

Even art they put in a box, and slap square labels on it

Then Shipp it to a gallery Box so people can drink box wine

And claim we're geniuses for composition using 1/3s of a box frame

And our frames are boxes to protect and enhance

While framed lenses on our heads provide details

While square floors and walls hang squared Art Work

Which is considered a square living

As in you can do anything you want

But not everything helps

 

History repeats itself

And our squares are self-similar

If Pandora Had a Box, it was a music box

And the sinful music of a good time

Was programmed in the shape of our boxes

For it must have spread by the four furies

To our four corners Spreading box templates

As was programmed into her music box

Infecting our Mind with Platonic Geometry of Box-like Solids

Where does time go when it escapes my Box life like? Where?

Solar Killed the Riding Lawnmower

 my lawnmower was a relict

An anachronism from the late 20th century

So I upgraded my lawn using FFA plans

Corn here peas there and Squash

Holy trinity of the 16th century come full cycle

Grass un-needed but to feed sheep and cattle

Our suburbs followed suit to water through drip irrigation

Their gardens for food in yards not lawns for us to

Supply and Demand more from our lives to Undo

The years of scarcity and running to the stores.

 

Weeds will persist any plan, but the squash doesn't mind

And the peas climbed the corn which is technically grass

Most grains are these days of sunbleached summers

And solar pumps for the dripped water on squash

Corn is pretty thirsty but does well in sun

And the rain comes occasionally but thermal batteries

at night drive when the sun dips down too low

And thermo-electrics kick in, though their slower than solar

photoelectrics invented by Einstein, one of his few patents

 

Most days creep by un-noticed to the lawnmower

now unneeded  by society which needed food, not petrochemicals

 

 

 

armA geddon Dat Money

 Trump asked for 200 billion today to bolster rocket defenses.  Radar got hit, and another war for more oil.  Gas is 4 dollars, up 70 cents from last week when we filled our gas tanks.  Nobody said sanctions were permenant and Russia oil is getting here while Iranian tankers are allowed through probably to China.  Asian prices went through the roof, I hear.  And the World is on Fire as our Federal Government is coming unraveled from Greed, Apathy, and Selfishness which Science has no solution to.

And these are good days to be alive.  Iam home with my pets and food in fridge while apathy and greed lock up people in prison and detention indefinitely bolstering the profits of GEO and Core Civic.  Is survivor guilt a thing?  Sounds privilidged and probably is for anger and rage won't change policy.  We must try 2 do Something!  Write your congressman, sign our petition, comment on policy changes...  Anything, take a first aid class, unionize Amazon, or switch to a credit union and ditch your mutual funds.

Security, Energy, and Transportation are Top 3 industries... for the greedy, but maybe I need to work less, earn less, and just buy less crap while spending time with my family.  The means of production is at Haliburton if our gross domestic product is War, and Departments of War, and rumors of War up North and down South and in the middle East.  Jeesuz, greed is our antichrist's sign in the Epstein files 

Flexible Work

 I wonder what flexWork is... is it too gentle or too nice, is it too little and too trite?  Is it a fun thing to do or is it boring, am I going to die a little to hit the floor running?  Is it a noun or a verb, is it absurd?  Is it logical or piecemeal and divided fortitude?  Is it colloquial or local, is it pandemicly spread?  Am I going to get sick collecting my paycheck instead?  Is it a lot for the effort, or evenly spread, does money come in gobs for little spent?  Do people talk to you, or is your job automated.  Do you talk to a computer when one needs a friend?  Is it teleWork or remote voyeurism?  Are you expected to report or are they monitoring.  I use a computer to accomplish a task, do the ends justify the means or do they quantify my sweat?  Do I think when I do, or should I just do it?  Do I think I'm doing it when I've accomplished my request?  Can a computer do it, but if you just explained it right?  Then what am I doing if it doesn't require thought?  Are you a cog just leaning on me?  Am I a cog by switching thing?  Or Are we just creating red-tape, like the endless cycle or recycling toxic waste?  If there's no product there's no means, no means says I don't have a job yet.  Can I scam my boss into buying Ai slop, or am I just a cog whose ends justify the lot.  Am I seen, am I heard, do I have a name unubsurd, am I tool or an artist with a hobby not unheard.  Am I a fileclerk or secretary, a typist or calculator, can I quit before I start, or is this the beginning of peer pressure.

Do I think, do I feel, do I say or repeat, have I to take or retire in my prescence of behavior.  Do I say yes or say no, or leave without a word.  Do I take or do I give if my robots are doing It.  Do I agree or do I leave, or do I say maybe, and if Maybe I could do it then why didn't I do it yesterday.  Are they reasonable or bossy, do they dick around at work, Isn't Maybe My Boss Crazy!?  For Creating More Work?  Often I do what I'm told, and make other people rich.  Why am I paying rent if the World is on Fire??? from doing the same thing. 

Where you From Vic?

I come from that place where every picnic and potluck has a game of horseshoes

I come from that place that's rainiest Fall Winter and Spring

I come from Hot Summers, and cut Vinegar for your thirst

I'm from that place where pickups are mandatory not optional

My neighbors have machines or they couldn't survive

Mail order shopping is a necessity 

I come from that place where only Love is worth the Fight

I come from the land of Heifers and Cold

I come from the land of Silver and Gold where meadowlarks sing every spring like it's God's country and that's the marching tune

I come from 10 o'clock fright night, pizza parties, and fastfood 

I come from a place that votes republican but everyone believes in equal rights

I come from valley where a river runs through it and predators are the hunted

I come from a place where buffalo are feared for their brucellosis and praire dogs carry black plague

I come from cattle and timber industry whom are regularly screwed for getting out of bed and keep farming until the money is all gone

I come from the resevoir dogs and mid-night cabals to drink the levy dry or at least until we're chased away

I come from a place of war on drugs, war on cancer, war on terrorism, and war on immigrants

I come from a place of peace in the united methodist church

I come from a place where stand your ground means nothing because we already had that Right

I come from a place of highschool shop, study hall, and long hours of talking on phones with girls

I come from a place with Carnegie Libraries, the American Dream, and Injunuity

I come from a place where a railroad rarely visits but is always there

I come from a place where Hootowls pray away danger in the driest parts of summer and Fall

I come from Gods Country and a Big Big Sky 

Newsletter From Vic

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AlderArt.net:  Low Footprint Art For BigFoot Worlds 

 

I'm having deals on Art Prints, Wall Decals, Posters, and Just Tons Of Fun Stuff That Could Stuff Into A Locker.  I had a bomber jacket, but it's almost too warm for them now.  I'm getting more into mixed media these days and desktop publishing, but I made this....

 

 

 And that kinda how it goes these days, stylizing layers essential with or without a mask or spin.  I think shopping for a better colors or composition is worth it.  It's not always possible!  But, using elbow grease it possible for John Henry to beat that blasting Machine, AiRobots photo editing same things, but they're grammatical and programmed by Macros essentially, or what call filters and FX.  It's interesting though, but it has macros so if you don't use those on Ai, then one can't steer the robot.  And keywords are Macros right?  The keywords activate macros and not your language or fishing..  These are hand-shopped, but AiRobots are able to ably apply recursive styles and make fractals on a mandala.  So it's worth trying to get your head out of a box or screen, and try something new!  AiArt Has A Ways To Go...

 

 

And Now I'm Making Wall Posters & Art Decals!

I'm Shipping Them Here  https://alderart.squarespace.com/posters

 

Art I'm Shipping Right Now are part of My True Value Series Where We Committed Art With A Pen And Paper, Scanned Art, Shopped Art, and Published Art On My Desktop My Mom Left With Me When She Passed On.  So, it's working out, but sometimes it's a little too quiet without my parents sadly.  They were a big part of me I lost. Much of my time is spent home quietly, so I'm able to concentrate better on getting stuff done!  And Art Is You Know One Of Those Things.  Much more mixed media now, because limitations of one medium lends itself difficulty another media lends help on.  Something simple like black lines are difficult with paint, but.... pencils or pens lend you back options to fix your art.

 

And Also Please Donate, I need repairs

 https://www.paypal.com/ncp/payment/J8Z2XUZLRXN5L

 

My expenses Aren't For Art.  My Business Owes Me Big Time!

But If I Make Inroads "I Have A Little Something" at LinkTr.ee/AlderArtworks 

So It's One For The Tiger To Make Art, or Make Due Without Art!  No Brainer! right.

No brainer,  So also I started another blog talking about Artprenurial Reconnoitering Repose (ARR) where I explore selling my Artwork!  Which gives me a lot to look forward to as I get further in debt making variety Art Available at a convenient price point.  It's working if it hasn't bankrupted me, so that's we go, and we can find it on AlderArt.Net !!

 And I'll leave you with Value, Variety, And Convenient Prices

AlderArt.SquareSpace.Com And On Etsy and Amazon!  LinkTr.ee/AlderArtworks -=Vic V.

The Cup Spoke Louder Than The Tea

 Twinkle little star, in a Sirius conjunction this Valentines Day

Ah the Moon Shines Brighter This Year Full on the winter moon

The snow nigh a foot deep and shines in crystal cold powder duff

Like Diamonds On the Bank In Mica Flecks Silvery Cold

Not much, nigh a foot clad in shnoshoes wack out back

Flat Packing of Back Trail With Racked Logs Around Pond Rink Cat-tails withering

Exploding Seeds For Stuffing Pillow cases enough rubbed round without stick

What a mess of utility I'm fessing Perhaps Me could pick a stick starting with

FireWood, Kindling, Planks, Beams, Anything A PoleBarn Can Carry Dry You See?

And Then We Get Our Tarp To Do Same Thing But Greenhouse No Need A Roof For

Machinery Polishing Grinding Cutting Jewels And Juice the Outlet with Sixty Amps!

Firsts

 

 Wondering I am, Wondering where we go

Up into the great unknown

Where worlds spin and soulshine glows

So as below as in Heaven we're told

But Life Is So Much Different Than We Know

Like Ants On The Back Of Elephants

Our Universe Is So Much Older Than Me

What The Hell Is An Elephant!?

 

Am I An Ant On A Planet? 

I Learned This In Geology And Cartoons

The Little Prince in a kingdom of one

And as a concept of time/space in history

I am a creature of concept and habits, perceptually.

And an encyclopedia is the Sum of what I know

I am, as you know, hUUman.  aHHman!

Little did I know my world is Very BIG

Outerspace is Dimension X to the Nth Degree

And here I am stuck on this gosh darn planet

Embarrased, I am, I have no moon ship to Rocket

Embarrased And Neglected, though means are met

Like a rock star I chisel at time with a hammer

Breaking rocks for my master of disaster

To pry prizes from the embrace of time

Like a piece of magnetite for my domain

In a little magic kingdom on my moon

Electric Fishtank: An Inquiry Into Progress

 

I Made a New Book!  Check my LinkTree for Details!

https://linktr.ee/alderartworks

It's slurry scenery when the Calvary shows up!

 

 In my dream tonight, I was on a field trip in a small village, and it started flooding.  We were on some kind of hill and water was rising.  I had been hanging out with some people, but they went and got food, and I was the last to order tacos... and the lights kept getting dimmer and dimmer. And then no TACOS, just rising water.  And were running looking for high ground, and that's where the water was coming from.  So I just followed the water, because the lower ground had less water and was even draining it.  And the lower I got the less water there was, as the water had been piling up onto the high ground.  

    Segue into my second dream, my friends and I found some dry land and we started to scavenge.  I asked a passerby if he had a knife, and he gave me a red handled to part knife, one for each hand that somehow assembled into a single one.  One half got lost in my pocket, and had attached to a p-51 can opener that poked me, when I took it out and was looking for the other red-handled half of the knife, but I forgot I had pockets.  So, I gave up and got out on the street to look for scraps to make some kind shelter or to patch and cap whatever was drowning us on the hill, and found lot of junk we could hammer into flat sheet metal.  And so I needed tools to cobble something together like a screwdriver and hammers and stuff.

Segue into my third dream, the Calvary showed up with cargo, and drop-shipped tents, tech, and robotic-guns-on-motorcycles.  Men included, and they all looked liked black clothed clones on black bikes.  And I greeted them from inches a way, and my CO tried to descalate and hide them from us setting up camp.  After that the whole scene was ruled under martial law in around the relief camp.  A lot of people called it a slurry scene, and either one side or the other was going to win and the losers would be slurried he called it.  Anyhow, one of techy things the calvary brought were memory pills.  My friend and I popped one from Schedule 'E' and there were about 12 capsules in a slender tube stacked-like even.  And she was saying they have mp3's and downloads that do the same, "but I don't know why you'd do that."  And that's about when I swallowed and there were little images and people inside my head dressed and I had didactic recall of their lesson plan, but I was so suprised by it's effects, that the pictures in my third eye immediately stopped explaining stuff to me.  And I needed to take another, and a third to continue the lesson plan.  Never did, I still don't know what my mission was.

segue, more bureaucracy showed more paper work, and bureaucrats that disdained us.  One guy called me an idiot for dropping small plastic canister.  And he wouldn't let up.  So I turned to him, and poked him with one finger.  This just infuriated him, and the more I pushed with my finger, the scarier he got until I woke up.   Oh, and there were ponies! that ate little red treats and super friendly.  So I guess the Calvary did SHOW up.

Broomsticks Are Like Teleportation Devices And Will Really Take You To Secluded Places In The Blink of an Eye

Wow what a great dream

It seemed it seemed seemed I was in a maze of my making 

But first I was on the street in some kind of city

And then I found the underground with but no escape

So when I put it behind me and understood

I was trapped, you can't escape if you think you're free

And tunnels led me to a bunch of G's and listened and rapped and sat

A lot of sitting behind plywood graffitti on tunnel entrance manhole maybe

And I left only to stumble upon somebody nesting, bunch of people

without internet, it was such a cave, dirt floor and milieu more sitting

The longer I sat listening to mutes, the longer I stayed that's True

But I was looking for the street, but the street was underground

And Thank God I found some socks and shoes and a playground

Still underground, and so repressed I couldn't cope... Until I found

A baton to beat a red devil with, he left to look for easier prey

In somekind of sandbox he was trapped inside like I in my maze

When I explored the place underneath a department store 

AND DEMONS SHOWED UP, AND I EXITED to smoke cigarettes

And warm mint tea released me from my dreams hold tightness load

With something warm in my belly from the instant insomnia

With a midnight snack it should be called insnom nom nom nomIA

Some warm tea settled my butterflies in my warm belly

I settled after two, and slept on my motorcycle until it was time for a picnic

So we rode through mountain streams and green trees and curvy roads with waterfalls to campground to eat and pack back up

The storage on a motorcycle is GiGantic, it must have not had a motor

And I exited after I packed in cups and plates, and repacked them again, and when I turned my back

I lost my thread and my friends I was riding with, when I exited again, 

At Least I found my coat, I guess...

I Hope Tracy Gray is At the Party in Zion When We Defeat The Empire of Death & Destruction & Despair

The: physical, spiritual, dream world; Are married in your soul

Rejoice!  The holy trinity preserves you and God is your guide

Last night I flew or more so I floated and did a front flip - like

In slow motion.  'Twas grand! But there's always a hint of sadness

When I lose my dog, or someone I love, in the Astral Dynamics of dreaming

I get lost sometimes and end up in Warsaw University campus asking for directions back

But you know, I may get lost.. and upon waking I am found

So while, I lose a lot and I do mean a lot.. I can build on my failures

Until I succeed and find my dreams serve me, until one day I can project astrally

Ultimately, that's what success looks like for me.  I'm not content with party tricks

Like lucid dreams or freewill, I have that in the real world!

A nicotine patch at bedtime, will do that but you'll lack some control and focus

Dreams like that are really quite vivid if one can overcome some discomfort

I really want to astrally project my consciousness and explore my universe

I really want to escape this reality, and run away.  I really want to leave my body

Because all the people I love have gone away, and this life isn't enough with it's

Crushing debt, mundane work, and hand-me-down respect from my family.

I hope to sing and cry at the same time with saints in skylines while eagles

Soar below me, I hope to see sun-rise one more time with Angels wings beside me

I hope to dream impossible dreams where Celestine's Prophecy brings us together

I hope to hang with Jesus on the Cross, because if it's criminal to Love

I don't hope to be innocent.  I want freedom now with Tracy Gray at the afterparty.

And to be in that number when the saints come marching in, 

Having freed my mind like the saints must have in their time&space when alive

Oh I hope for freedom Now!  Let's all be free, Free, FREE!

When Dogs Sing Victory it Sounds Lonely

 February, FEBruary, feebruary, feeble february

I sink, I despair, but days and daze I stretch my eyes to horizons

My bones stretch longer, my words taake loonger, my thinking sloows

Didn't people come from the jungle where winter's jargon is unknoown

Bears hibernate, the caveman hibernates in caveman land but I don't

It's almost biblical, not.  Winter is not biblical nor platonic.

I mend, I tic time off clock like a painters wrist watch painting life

That is gone from sight into space unfrozen by winters grip of spite!

What malice, but not, it is ignorance that causes sleep from snow and ice

Ignorance explains the better part of malice I'm told

But truth be told, I would love; I would walk; I would paint you roses

for one more day brightening smile... for one walk with you

But my butt is frozen to the ground.