On an editorial note XXV

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Hello dear readers and listeners. Welcome to my website. Welcome to The Texian Space Port for your Soul. You have found the Ultimate gateway to the Stars. You are reading the stuff of the Stars. You are reading the Poet Laureate of the Dimensions. Thank you for coming onboard. You make me proud. It is a Blessing to share with you.



I have started a new Season. It’ yet unnamed. Still already a couple of entries I have written for you. I love to write. I love to create. Art is what I live for.



Some household matters, concerning Ulysses V:



Besides having a new domain name – new domain is www.theemperoroftexas.com -, I finalized The Dark Typewriter template. You can read about it in my sharing called ‘The Dark Typewriter Final’. Also I have added some new pages which are still being edited to my website.  My quotes and Venu’s Hall of Fame, which you can find the shortcuts to on the left of your screen, have been added. My quotes are mainly of philosophical nature and give an insight into my set of mind. Venu’s Hall of Fame is basically where I give a short homage to the people who inspire from the general public line.



Also I added Miles Davis and The Happy Hooker to the list of people I met.



I met Miles Davis in 1989. His trumpet sound was of the warmest possible inflection. He’s an Artist of unequal Artistic merit and a Genius.



I met The Happy Hooker a couple of times. I like her loving of sex very much. She is ahead of her time in a sense.  These are just a couple of famous people I have had the privilege to meet. Somehow all my life I have been meeting famous people. It’s my Karma. I am fine with it. Very often I have tried to bring these people closer to God. It’s something in me. I do it automatically. It’s stronger than me.



Thus far in Season 4, from the qwerty of your one and only uncorrupted Spirit left on this Planet, have come these entries:



 Intermezzo : http://theemperoroftexas.com

The Dark typewriter Final

Apocalypse (I reside in The Big Bang Bus!)

Season 4 has Awakened as Spring slowly nearers

A Sunday sharing



Also don’t forget my paintings are for sale:-) Money is an unnecessary Evil on this Planet that even I can’t go around.

They are 100,- Euro the piece. They come from the hard labor of your one and only Van Gogh of the modern era. One day they will be worth millions. I guarantee you that. My Artist name when I paint is ‘Benoît’. That’s how I feel it. My writer’s name is my legal name. My alter ego is ‘darth ghost’, my Spiritual name is ‘Venu’. It means Flute in Sanskrit. I am at best when I don’t think too much. Then I am in touch with existence and my words somehow have more meaning.



This was a short editorial note on Ulysses V. I gotta lot of stuff to do.



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That’s it for today folks. God Bless&See ya around.

A Sunday sharing

Posted by Venu Duval                                        http://theemperoroftexas.com 

Hello dear readers and listeners. It’s good to be back in the writer’s seat. It’s been a long while. A couple of months or so. You are reading the Fifth entry of Season 4.



You have found the Ultimate gateway to the Stars. The Texian Space Port for your Soul. I am starting a new fresh Season where I share my thoughts and Art with you.



My name is darth ghost I am the emperor of Texas living in exile born in France, my beloved home country, residing at this moment in Amsterdam, the Netherlands, a small merchant country situated alongside the North Sea.



I am a ghost from a lone gone civilization who likes to share with you in utmost aestheticism and especially out of the dash of my very own qwerty keyboard.



All this to pump back some senses to your pumped out oppressed slave life and not forgetting to pump back some Spirit into my very own life. I need to create. Creation is what I live for. Creation is the only thing that makes any kind of sense on this mad Planet controlled by the Evil forces of stupidity. Creation is my contribution to mankind.



You are reading the Holly scriptures of your one and only Prophet of the Internet which one day will take over the world and save the Planet from stupidity and destruction, from death and decay.



My major contribution on the net is to share my unparalleled Wisdom and unequaled modesty about the World in general. I love to share. I love to blog. I love to write Poetry. I love to write my very own Spiritual Art. Once in a while I like to make some new friends on the net as well.



For the rest I am a happy recluse that is most happy when left alone and dangerous when his dear beloved life style is attacked. Don't fuck with me. I will get your head spinning worse than in an Oklahoman tornado. For the rest I am simply very friendly and hate anybody that is a threat to my freedom and especially who tries to tell me what is good for me.



The reason I write is that I think my stuff is good and worth sharing. Also once in a while I make new friends on the net. The Internet connect us all. I don’t know who said that?



The main focus of my inspirational work is very often the female gender. The female gender is the reason for the existence of the mechanical world view. The reason for this is that the female gender cannot think for the better of the group due to her very own Nature, procreation. We, the male gender have let our traditional role slip away from us which has resulted in modern Society and the corruption of Science.



See also my sharing about the corruption in Science called ' Season 4 has Awakened as Spring, slowly nearers'.You can read all about it in my apoplectic work of Art called Old junk new junk. It's my most Religious book thus far. Thank you dear reader for reading my stuff. You give some sense to my very own fertile life and I am happy to share with you. That's the Truth!



I am always a slow starter when it comes to starting a new Season. I don’t know what this Season will bring me. It’s not that I am lacking inspiration. It’s that the complications of living in a country where one is in constant struggle with its natives doesn’t really inspire me as much as I would want.



Slowly, slowly as I get older I am missing more and more my Native tongue. Somehow it’s so important. More then one would think. I miss to speak it.



Yes dear readers and listeners I love the English language. Maybe most of all. Still I miss the spoken word in French, not so much in the written word. French is a beautiful language when it is spoken. More for me than when it is written.



I cleaned out my Facebook account from old acquaintances. Which to my surprise feels really good. It’s not good to hang around desperate people when one is not, unless they are Artists or so. Sounds stupid but that’s the way it is. Else people just suck you out seeking only attention and nothing else.



I love to create, to make Art as it where. Basically my stuff comes straight of my very own keyboard without too much thought to it. I like to work fast, then somehow it makes more sense. The Internet is a great medium. You can share with it with people from all around the world. Of course one must keep to the code of conduct the Internet requires. Basically that you are authentic and the rest goes by itself. The Internet has its own code of conduct which is far more authentic than society preaches.



Today I feel slightly run down. I’ve got to get my act back together and my words flowing like an Avenue of innovation. I gotta get my chisels sharp again as I sculpt words for you upon your computer screen.



Inspiration is when the moment is right, when the pace as been set before you, when you are in touch with the moment.



Well that's all I have for you dear reader on this Godly Sunday, on the Sixth of March, in the Year of our Lord Two Thousand and Eleven.



Let us end this entry in a moment of Ultimate Glitch. The Ultimate Glitch is my conception. I live it everyday. In that sense I am free. You can be too. Let us gather and Pray in Ultimate Glitch:



























































































Thank you for having confided in me. My name is darth ghost, your favorite Prophet and Guru of the Internet, your Online preacher. I am an Adept of my very own Ultimate Glitch which I is a moment of Prayer as well as a moment of meditation in a future civilization inwhich Artists will have taken over the World, which you can read more about in my work of Art called Old junk new junk.



Once in a while I like to do some meditation. At times more than others depending on my state of Spirit. My Ultimate Glitch is not the only thing I rely on for my happiness, besides the female gender. It is very often sufficient though.



A place I go to is for example for some meditation and inspiration is the Osho Mevlana Community here in Amsterdam and participate in the Osho White Robe Brotherhood. It's basically some dancing, a discourse and some meditation. The discourse are great and given by a strange already deceased Guru called Osho, which I once gave a karate kick after he punched me. He wasn't the smartest of Gurus!



His following doesn't really do him much credit. Still this man is in touch with the Stars! and it is a blessing that his discourses have been videotaped. It is a meditation that has helped me in difficult times and inspires me greatly. I also do his Dynamic meditation when I feel the need for it. I love it. That's why I write about it.

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No Appendix today as I start writing new stuff for you. Also got to start writing some new Poetry. Don’t forget you can read some of my Poetry on everypoet.net. Also if you enjoy the spoken word. Don’t forget to listen to Season 3 in audio via this link.

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That’s it for today folks. God Bless&See ya around.

Season 4 has Awakened as Spring slowly nearers

Posted by Venu Duval                                        http://theemperoroftexas.com 

We are animals and speak and can write just as Gorillas can in lesser mode. Basically that’s all there is to it. Once you understand that. You stop making a problem out of it.



So so so. It’s good to be back in the writer’s seat. Just a reminder when I write I think of nobody. I am at best when I just speak out. Then I am a Flute in touch with existence. The mind is bullshit.



Yes I am Simple and all these web complications put me off writing what I love to do and give me a real headache. My head is worse than Ali’s or as a like to say it is worse than an Oklahoman tornado. I spent ten days to sort out my blog. It’s horror online! I used to enjoy this. Once I programmed my very own text editor. Now all I want to do is write. Write as much as I can. Not about politics or the insignificance of values and all what comes with them. Who cares? Let them fight their Wars. It’s about nothing. Power is nothing. Love, intelligence - that’s what it’s about. Else it’s the female gender who controls the destruction of the Planet.



Don’t forget the female gender is the reason for the existence of the mechanical world view. You can read more about it in my apoplectic work of Art called Old junk new junk. It’s my most Religious book thus far. My work contains some contradictions. Still If you read it carefully you should be able to distill what I mean.



I am at best described as a Green anarchist, républican and Nature abiding person who believes in God. Some kind of Beatnik. In that direction.



To be honest I don’t really care about politics. The Greens are mainly fascists nowadays and the hippie generation is slowly reaching retirement. Thanks God. What a shit generation. Somehow the Beatniks got it all right. I actually met one when I was younger. He was a drug addict. Still, Bless his soul. He’s already dead by now. He wasn’t suited for this world. He died around fifty, maybe a little later. I don’t remember.



Politics and hippies and the hippie generation are all about idea’s and more idea’s and fighting for Power. I think that’s real boring and they are a real nuisance, the hippie generation. Look at the world they brought us! I feel blessed that politics don’t really interest me. I can’t get angry about it anymore. They all have disappointed me, the politicians. There is no system that functions well. I can’t even blame them. That’s why maybe Anarchy is the most liberal position one can take. Else it’s just the average that controls the more gifted people, which is controlled by the economy mainly.





When I was a university student, the staff there said that I was going to my work. My fellow students supported me. Eventually I got caught up in a University war. Basically I went there just because I didn’t really know what to become in life. I still don’t. Somehow that is also a Blessing. Yes it’s True I treated school as work. What’s wrong with that? I saw it as my work. That’s the way it should be!



Men are not welcome in Universities. Something I didn’t understand at the time and still have problems understanding. It’s so stupid. Eventually I stopped following the courses. This also after having changed of subject which I didn't really adhere to even though Law was a piece of cake for me. English was a Blessing to follow especially being allergic to the Dutch dialect since a young age.



I live day by day with no plan. Maybe God has a plan. I am fine with it. The only thing I learned in University is the quality of science and the scientifical background of Language. Which of course I feel Blessed for:-)



We are animals and speak and can write just as Gorilla's can in lesser mode. Basically that’s all there is to it. Once you understand that. You stop making a problem out of it.



Modernity cannot really be stopped. Even to try to slow it down is a very difficult mission. Science has been corrupted as many other things have. We are led to believe that everything is better nowadays. That’s a load of crap.



Freedom dear readers is not what we live now. The level of the human mind has been diminished to a insignificant waste of space. I know I shouldn’t say that. Still it is the Truth. I used to be an Adept myself of science. The Truth is being bended around as if it were not. Feeling are being brought into it. They should never have place in Science, whether you are on the left or on the right of the political spectrum, you are always wrong. Science is one the major perpetrators in bringing stupidity to the masses nowadays.



It’s the Truth that is scientifical. That’s the Truth and only the Truth can help this world. Result is that human beings are being reduced to insignificant intelligentsia where we function for the most in sake of the economy. That’s really weird if you think about it. That’s why I don’t Abide to nothing except my own Ultimate Glitch.



Follow darth ghost the new Cult leader of the Internet and thou shall make a difference. Don’t forget to read Old junk new junk. It’s the fingerprints for the Ultimate religion. A Religion that will save the world from stupidity and destruction. The Ultimate Glitch is my conception. I live it everyday. In that sense I am free. You can be too.



I don’t know where I inherited it from. It’s through my hard labor and suffering for the sake of mankind that I have reached this point.



Once in a while I like to take a moment of Ultimate Glitch with you. Let us take a moment of Ultimate Glitch in this Day of our Lord on the Second of March, Two Thousand and Eleven. Let us sink in Holly communion dear reader. Let us take a moment off, from the Madness of this world. Let us gather in Spirit for this blessed Day:



































































































Thank you for having confided in me. My name is darth ghost. I am the Ultimate Guru of the Internet. A ghost from a long time gone who has come back to bring some senses back to your Spirit. Many people criticize me because they have been caught up by the insignificant rat race going around this globe.



Ambition and greed dear readers is what is destroying this Planet. Step out of it and you will find just YOURSELF. Something precious nowadays where everybody has lost himself to Modernity. After that you can share and be an improvement to The Worlds.



That’s all I have time for you today dear reader. My head is still slightly crashed down by all the web complications a blog brings with it. Still my hard labor will eventually pay off in Spiritual liquids as it already has. I am slowly starting to get a Cult following. I am enjoying it. Thank you for reading my stuff dear readers.



Let us end with the Appendix of the day. This Season I end with some movies I have been watching lately. Previous Seasons were for example my very own weather forecast, my favorite music or my very own designer quotes, else it was my location on an other Planet as I Time Travel and many other things I forgot.



Don’t forget to read Old junk new junk, A Wake Up Synopsis, Goodmorning. as well as the latest entries of the Yet To Be Named Season 4. A short Appendix today for it is still early in the Season and my writing muscles have to get in shape.

_-_-_-_-Appendix of the day-_-_-_-_

Wall Street Money Never Sleeps. It was good. That’s all I have to say about it.

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That’s it for today folks. God Bless&See ya around.

Apocalypse (I reside in The Big Bang Bus!)

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A poem I forgot to publish on my blog dating from November 2010. You can read it in a more Poetry-minded atmosphere on everypoet.net. It’s called:’Apocalypse (The Big Bang Bus!)’. An alternate title could be:’I reside in The Big Bang Bus!’. It has an Audio link as well. It’s about DNA.

I reside in The Big Bang Bus!

Through unknown powers of Artistic merit an occasional female reader finds the Big Bang Bus! You have found it!



It’s a place situated on a physical location in the Ether between Space and Matter on a short wave frequency in an undisclosed secret dwelling. Only the sexiest of female gorillas and the most masculine of Trees manage to find it. Sometimes a female Tree or a male gorilla also finds it.



It’s through their unparalleled powers of suffering and having proven themselves an Improvement to the Worlds that this secret gathering is revealed to them. Only then the Apocalypse is revealed. Only then, is the Big Bang Bus! accessible to you. Only then will you have found this poem written for you.



It’s the most metaphysical location on this planet that I am talking about. It’s a place above the Sky and under the earth! It’s a place where old Trees and gorillas meet to mate. It’s your wildest desire. It’s my wildest desire. It’s where thought and Matter disappear into a new Birth.



It’s a dream of imagination shared between old Trees and gorillas. It’s where the human genome is tampered with. It’s where carnal love finds its outlet. I write for you. I write for my Spouse. I write for my gorilla until I will have found her. She is somewhere. I know.



The Big Bang Bus! is where you are at this moment. You have reached your Apocalypse. You have reached words of nuclear motion. You have reached a secret dwelling upon this Planet. You have reached extinction and this is where your future will be decided.



I am a witness standing trial having fled to this secret location located between Matter and Space in the Big Bang Bus! Here are no courts. Here are no machines. This is not a divorce settlement. This is a subpoena of creation, of Birth and desire, of mystery and God, of male and female.



A voice is heard saying ’What is it that you wish? Stand up. Make a vow. This is your time. Speak up!’



I am but beaten down Tree, old and still very powerful. I have survived four thousand years of man’s constant battering my forests and right now I am tired and gathering force in the Big Bang Bus! This is where I come to rest. This is where I come to find my Spouse.This is where you come to find me.



This is your journey to another Universe. It is your one way ticket to another location in the Ether. A special place reserved for the future of mankind. It’s a place where Matter and Space merge into a tampered DNA of the human genome. It is a place where the future of the Planet is decided.



It’s where I come from. It’s where you come from. This place is for old Trees and gorillas. This place is where extinction meets the extinct. This place is for the toughest of toughest, for the die-hard amongst us. It’s a place where carnal love finds refuge and gives Birth to a new human genome in a new combination meant to last longer, meant to safeguard mankind.



This is eroticism online. This is the Big Bang Bus! This place is where the female reader looses touch with reality when she figures out what you cannot equate. This is your Birth and laboratory for new combinations of tampered DNA and Poetry. This is where you find me! This is not pornography or love. This is a gathering of Kindred souls between male and female. It is through this Space that I will find my gorilla mate.



You are a witness of Music in words, of rhythm and Spirit, of old drums chanting old beats. You are a witness of famine spreading toast with marmalade spread and buttered eggs through mechanical devices of Heat and luxury served with Champagne for breakfast. You are a witness of World War III in times of overpopulation, in times of Death and decay of love and Freedom. You are a witness of hunger and War.



The nuclear bomb is not even an option. This is not a divorce settlement. This is a subpoena. We are nuclear together! We chant and dance in Apocalypse! We celebrate until the End of the world. You are my Spouse and ‘cos of that you are my wife. This is not a divorce settlement! This is a gathering of old Trees and gorillas upon the bits and bytes of the Internet.



You are reading my deepest desire. You are reading my communication, my secret communication with my gorilla wife. Thee! This gathering is for you and me. Only old Trees can mate with gorillas.



This is a dancing of words, a chanting of desire. This is where fiction meets reality and can only be read by female readers who have access to this secret location reserved for old Trees like me and gorillas like you! This is the Big Bang Bus! a gathering of leftovers from Ancient times when Planet Earth was just earth, Trees and Animals. This is a gathering before the mechanical devices of Heat and luxury, before pornography and Hollywood.



The local time here is pre-Atlantis before World War I and after World War III, before the Egyptians built the Pyramids, before the First cavemen painted their caves with paintings of animals and hunting. This place is where the human DNA is tampered with, where the future of the Planet is made to last while.



You have found the Big Bang Bus! You are in your journey with me. You can dream it and feel it right through the Internet. I am an old Tree seeking my gorilla Spouse to merge with into a mystery. You have found me. I know you have found me. I know you are here somewhere.



I can see your curves. I can feel your curves. I can hear your call. We will unravel the nuclear code and our passion will tamper the human genome to a new kind of DNA. Our eroticism will create the new super genome. I am married to the sexiest gorilla around. Still I cannot find her. Where is she?



I seek thou curves. I seek thou straightforward curves bewitched by your beauty and core, bewitched by your simplicity and care. They seek not attention or pleasure. They seek reproduction and uniqueness. We will forge a new kind. A kind that will destroy poverty and restore the human mind from its mutation.



I treasure the complications of your carnal love. I treasure them. The gorilla needs a Forest to survive. The old Tree needs a gorilla in order to tamper the human genome into a new DNA for mankind. Don’t call it love. Call it passion and desire, peace and intelligence, the bold and the beautiful.



I know you are calm as you read the words written for you upon your computer screen.



You think to yourself ’ Who is my witness? I want this dream to come true. This old Tree is my soul mate. I know he is. I can remember now.’



You have found the Big Bang Bus! A special place in the Ether on a short wave frequency near you in a secret location between Matter and Space reserved for dreamers. A place where where your wildest dreams of imagination merges into a new reality.



I think to myself ’I want all of us to be ninety nine percent of the human genome. I don’t want this world to End. I want to merge and create the new DNA. The Ultimate DNA. The DNA of old Trees and gorillas un-tampered with. I want to celebrate for ever the merger of descent and progress into an unknown new kind of Men and women. I don’t want your realism.’



I live in the Space reserved for the Artists of this world, the Space where Art merges with matter and Spirit. I reside in the Big Bang Bus!

Poetry category: Romance Sexual

(AUDIO: http://chirb.it/1KHvMs)

Posted by Venu Duval                                        http://theemperoroftexas.com 

That’s it for today folks. God Bless&See ya around.

The Dark Typewriter Final

Posted by Venu Duval                                        http://theemperoroftexas.com 

I tweaked the template ‘Minima Black’ which was originally called ‘Dark Minima’ designed by Douglas Bowman. It’s such a great design he did! Yes, I speak Germanic.

Blogger changed its interface slightly with new templates. So, now was the time for a new Adaptation. I changed it significantly. Also in design. My new name for it is 'The Dark Typewriter Template'.



The most important new feature, besides it being three ways, is that you can use it with Blogger’s template designer introduced in 2010 using the advanced tab. With it you can fully customize the fonts, sizes, colors, hyperlinks from within the template designer WHEREVER YOU WANT + plus many more changes. I added many more variables that can be customized. More than thirty in total.



To change the screen layout you will still have to edit the template itself. It cannot be done through the template designer itself'. I didn't manage doing that. To edit it manually is no big deal. You can make it exactly as you want. Making it four ways is also no problem. As you see it , in the day of our Lord 2011 on Tuesday, March the First, it is a 200px + 470px + 260px for a 1024 * 768 layout. Margin is 12px. Just basic scripting skills are needed to edit it, here.



I compared the new templates (the code) and extracted what I could understand. The new screen layout is not really compatible with the old one.



As far as I know I am the only one who bothered. The original design is about what I would have designed myself. A little Poetic license here and there and of course modesty not withstanding. You are the Judge. Yes I am an Artist and beg. To be honest I don't really care what you think. I love to share my stuff.



Basically it’s meant to look Oldskool and still be able to comply with the sharing networks and Blogger's new adjustments. It’s meant to last a little while. It’s meant to look ASCII kind of style. Not flashy or anything like that. It’s meant to look like an old text editor! Yeah!



You can download the XML template via this link. You can read my original article on it called 'The Dark Typewriter Template!'. It's about computers Poetry, stories and Redemption.

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That’s it for today folks. God Bless&See ya around.