Season 5 begins with a poem: “I can feel you next to me”

Posted by Venu Duval                                        http://theemperoroftexas.com 

AUDIO should be released soon. Gotta find time!

The Rumi of the 21th Century has opened Season 5 with a new poem. It’s called “I can feel you next to me”. Alternative title could be “I can feel you next to me!” ~ “You are my moon” ~ “You are my Gravity”.



I have taken a break from writing. I have got to get the mechanics of my writing oiled once again! So am spending the afternoon smearing the changes all around the web. Season 5 will concentrate on Poetry. It started two days ago with a poem of your Rumi of the 21th century. It is dedicated to my most pretty female on my boat. Rumi and Astronomy are linked just as is Love!

Season 5 will be totally different. I should be concentrating on Love and beauty in its aesthetic sense in cold-blooded reality. The words have actually to be felt from the synapse of its release. They should bring the moment right into your system! The written word is economically unviable, thus THE relay of Love and mysticism! Also will record them properly in AUDIO.



This poem is for my most Loved one on my boat. I have been caught red-handed at Love. So here is a dedication: 

Poetry blog category: Religious Poetry, Love, Earthly wanting, Sufi-Christian ~

"I can feel you next to me"

Sometimes the Sun is a seer to me in rays unknown of direction. I fall in Love and that’s it. I feel crashed upon rays in the light. I feel my nose bleeding. I feel I am real. I feel Birth upon the Sky. I feel Earth under me. I feel Ice breaking my feet. I feel warmth underneath my feet as if flying in the Sky. I feel Love is like the four Seasons in a year. Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter.

“I can feel you next to me”, ”I can hold you strongly”, “You are my vision in reality”, “You are my desire of Earth”, “You are my death in Birth”, “My Child secretive”, “My Lover ever”, “My care”, “You are what the Universe is to me”, “Everything”.



I am a match lit upon Dawn in whom a face is slowly being set to light, set to see, set to exposure, set to a new match upon this drama in life.



I am remembered. “You remember me”, “I am alive”, “I am alive for you”. Love remembers me suddenly.



The moment is astronomical. The moment is alchemical. The moment is the Stars that have shifted of horizon in a new Creation. You have made this possible. “You are my moon”, “I am not there”, “I am somewhere else”. “You are my gravity”.



The Universe goes round and around and expands in dimensions that Awake slowly and die slowly. Poles attract poles unknown. North and South. Southern comfort. Northern Mystery of tranquility in decisiveness. “Glory of Love”, “Glory of Pain”, “Glory of Death in past gone”, “Glory in finding you one on this Planet, on this galaxy, on this Universe, on this Ray of Time, on this Dimension in Spirit”,” In this Godly World”,” I have founden you”, “I can feel you next to me”.



Will I manage to publish this poem just before midnight? You are my inspiration. I shall not let you wait these words written for you. Read on! Listen to the words written for you. Read the Spaces between the rays of Light. Listen to my Word written for you.



It must be pure. It must be real. It must be. It must be Strong and unbreakable. It must be set to the Galaxy. It must be set to another dimension. It must be set to spaces, beyond this Universe, in between rays of Light, in between Time and all!



“I can feel you next to me”, “You are my desire”. “You are my Child”, “You are my Birth”, “You are the reason I live”.



You have found these words. The words have founden you. These are written for you in cold-blooded Love, in cold-blooded Arabic might, in cold-blooded serenity called Love.



“You are my Pain”, “I fear not Pain”, “You are my Lover”, “I fear not Love”, You are my Purity”, “I fear not Purity”, “You are the Universe to me”, “I fear not the Universe”, “I fear not Death”, “I fear not Life”, “I fear not you”, “I want you”.



“You are my moon”, “I am not there”, “I am somewhere else”, “You are my gravity”.



I am just a layman of Ancient times. I am in contact with the moon, with the Stars, with Old time, “I am in contact with you”.



“I can feel you next to me”, “You are my Strength”, “You are my Light”, “You are everything that mesmerizes me”, “You are next to me”. “You are above me”, “You are under me”.



These words have founden you from above. These words have come from me. I have found you through gates unknown set open in direction of a new galaxy, introverted set to Earth, extroverted set to the Sky, set to the Universe, set to a new Birth.



I have upheld the Sun that shines everyday your nourishment upon us. I have been Faithful to your invisible teachings. You are my religion. You are the Creation of Earth, billions of years ago. I don’t remember.



“I am what you behold”,” You are my Gate to spaces unknown called Spirit, called attraction, called passion”.” I know nothing”,” I know everything”,” It is that we permute. Together we know what Spaces are True in secrets only Lovers can know”.



“Others mean nothing to me, for I have rape you and not loved you, all of the past”, “Whether I have broken your Heart, or your nose, or your pitiful feelings”. That is my Love for you. ” That is Truth”, “That is proof”. “All this so to have founden you”, “All this so that my Love can be True for you”.



“I can feel you next to me”, “You are my moon”, “I am not there”, “I am somewhere else”, “You are my gravity”.



”You are my only reason of existence”,”You are what you cannot see”,” Purity in bravery”, “Speed in modesty”, “Strength in slenderness”, “Strength in Boldness”, “Love in intelligence”, “You are my Ecstasy on Earth“, “I Love you since ever and ever”, “You are my Rose in Truth!”, “You are my Breath in bed”, “My peace in Life”.



These words have founden you from above. These words are written for you from above. These words are made possible through you. “For you are my moon”, “I am nowhere”, “I am somewhere else”, “You are my gravity”.



There is no End. There is no beginning. Time is a mystery. Still there must be a beginning. The beginning is when I fell in Love with you. That is the beginning. That is the start. That is how I started. “You make this possible”.



That is what makes you reading my word possible. The beginning of time.



“I can feel you next to me”. You were here only in the beginning.



You are reading my word. You are reading my dedication to you. You are reading the words that have founden you from above. It is my journey with you that I share. These words have founden you in Birth. In Birth of Love.



Love is the beginning of everything. Love is astronomical in Creation. “I can feel you next to me”, “You are what this Earth has brought forth most Beautiful”, “You are the rays of the moon unfolding in touches True to me”, “You are the reason I live”.



”These are not words”,” These are ornaments engraved in dedication”,” That only you and me can feel”, “You are my wife”, “I love you”.



”These are not words”, “These are symbols and ways to express what you know”, “I love you”, “These are inscriptions in stone upon mountains of my thoughts, upon visions of you, upon the Sky in Heaven, in Sculptures for you of unknown Poetry in Ode and rhyme, in crime and Love, in physical waves to your settlement upon this Earth”. “These words have reached you”, “You are my Love only”.



Love is warmth. Love is Truth.



We are scientists. The science is Truth. The science is Death. The science is Love. The science is Silent. The science is these words written for you, these words that you make possible.



Love is Eternity over and over again in the happiest moments ever, over and over again, for ever and ever, over and over again, in joy, in care, in union, in unspoken currents that the unspoken word speaks through unfolded Avenues before us, opening Gates and Seas and Universes and galaxies in Strength that you have made possible for me.



“I can feel you next to me”, your scent and might, your smell and night, your rest and fight, your suffering and Wisdom, your unmatched waiting upon the outdoors of your encompassment of Creation.



“I want you”, “You are mine”. I possess. This I already do. “I do. I do.”, “, ”I do”. “You are my wife”, “unspoken and gentle”, “angry and passionate”, “perfect and Celestial”, “accomplice in Love”, “free and tied”, “unanimous for me”.



Love is a children’s game for adults precarious and sensitive in Purity of it upheld. I am just an Artist and man. A layman and man. A man and man. A man.



Compasses I do not posses. My feelings I do not care. I beat you. I rape you. I Love you.



“I can feel you next to me”, “Your skin unmatched”, “Your color unmatched”, “Your Strength unmatched”, “Your Purity unmatched”, “Your fragility unmatched“, “Only I can hold you”, Only I can touch you”, “Only I can Love you”, “ I have found you”, “You are mine”, “For you bring happiness to my life”, “For you arise cold-blooded reality in me”, “It is you that I want”.



“I can feel you next to me”, “You are my Rose upon this world, uncut, unadorned, since all Time”. “You are pure Love in Earthly body”.



"I can feel you next to me" on everypoet.net : http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/benoit4u/i_can_feel_you_next_to_me

 

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From my Facebook:

 



Benoît and Elyn Larbz are now friends."Well, I tried to cheer it up..." on Cara B. Hawkins's note the feeling that changed music."Elevated thrust in the Unknown!..." on Cara B. Hawkins's note blood lust (old). Benoît likes Sylvia Plath and 19 other pages. Benoît likes Ed Wood and 14 other pages. Benoît and Katie Davis are now friends. Benoît Arnaud Duval knows Common Sense (Fluent).





A new entry has been published on Ulysses V. It's a Season 4 recap! First I gotta record some yet unrecorded Poetry in a new SHOW. I'll try to make it shorter. Dear readers (listeners) and Lovers! Don't despair. Some new STUFF will be published shortly from now. Season 4 has brought me a couple of new dear Friends and even more! some prospective dear female readers of my liking beyond others!

http://www.theemperoroftexas.com/2011/08/season-4-recap.html





Took out my categories. They are slightly outdated. I like to make my Facebook interactive. It makes you participate in my Art. Will rebuild my categories soon. When I find new inspiration. Right now I have picked up the guitar. Will record a SHOW tomorrow. So don't despair. New unbiased STUFF coming up very shortly from now with new categories. Will you be in them?





It has come to my attention that many people are reading my STUFF. Thank you very much. You make it happen. Together we can make a difference and turn the vegetables back into human beings. Else the planet will self-destruct. That is fact. I am of thought that only True Artist should rule the Planet in War and in peace unconditionally. Only like this the planet can be saved.





I think I am gonna close Season 4. Season 4 was the longest so far. I have been writing for quite a long while in a row now. I gotta take a break. Do some other STUFF. My inspiration is lacking at the moment and I am starting to get into fights with people who have but one wish, to get you on their boat of despair. No thanks. I still have a couple of poems to record.





Season 4 has come to a closure. Some new Poetry as to start Season 5 will be published very soon from now. Not immediately. I have gotta take some more time for my very beautiful females on my boat. I am serious! Are you? With a lot of bothering I finally managed to record my latest Poetry read out containing my latest poems and more STUFF. Season 4 is a breakthrough for me!



http://chirb.it/5BJs6N





tension and resolve (old)



We both like to bite down so hard.

It's a wonder neither of us have bled.

Sometimes I try for the sake of humility,

but it doesn't feel right.

I like the inane possibility

of it happening by surprise.

When it does, I pick up the pieces

and open myself again.

My dreams are heightened

in knowing that they're worth having,

and fantasies just aren't.

They're real in this place.

We overpay for our sins,

but I think penitence is worth it.

Art doesn't make itself

so let's feed our religion.



Cara Hawkins 3-3-10



Benoît Arnaud Duval: “Cold and dustin' in dreams of reality in practicality. Very vivid Poetry. So inspiring!”



Cara B. Hawkins: “Thank you!”





Katie Davis: Welcome dear Benoît ~ All Love







Benoît Arnaud Duval: “Thank you so much Katie! The bits and bytes of the internet have indeed connected us. You know my intentions. I have made them clear! Non-duality is something I have never heard of.. :-)”



Katie Davis: “Welcome Benoit ~ I am delighted for the connection.”





I am going to sleep. It's late!





Here in Amsterdam, the Netherlands, the weather is grey. The clouds are covering the Sky clearly. The temperature is in Fahrenheit degrees around 64. The wind is blowing gently in a Southwestern direction bringing warm air in slices. Humidity is high at around 88%. The Sun should set in 5 hours from now. All by all it's a mild day. I can see 6 miles across the Horizon.





Relaxing tonight. I have taken a break from writing. Season 5 will be totally different. I should be concentrating on Love and beauty in its aesthetic sense in cold-blooded reality. The words have actually to be felt from the synapse of its release. They should bring the moment right into your system! The written word is economically unviable, thus THE relay of Love and mysticism!





Am enjoying my morning, drinking some coffee, eating cake, thinking, and well, am seriously seeing how to further my Poetry. Season 5 is slowly being prepared. I am taking time for it. I have a lot of socializing to do and even more. Have I found you? Only you know this. I know this. There is no escape!

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Posted by Venu Duval                                        http://theemperoroftexas.com  That’s it for today folks. God Bless. Thank you for this Blessed day!

Intermezzo : http://theemperoroftexas.com

Posted by Venu Duval                                        http://theemperoroftexas.com 

Hello dear readers (and listeners). You have found Ulysses V. The Texian Space Port for your Soul. Thank you for coming onboard. I have been quite busy lately, with what? You wonder sometimes how life flies by and at the end of the day you ask yourself what have I really done?







Anyway here is a new entry by your favorite Prophet and Time Traveler. I gotta get back into writing again – was busy with nothing. So what’s new?



First of all I got a domain name for my blog/website. Domain name is http://theemperoroftexas.com. I am starting a new season. So far I have written three inspirational books – Old junk new junk, A Wake Up Synopsis and Goodmorning..



I know in me hides the greatest writer of all time. For that I have gotta reach my one millionth word online. Only then will I be able to take myself serious as a writer. Well, something like that. It’s just a phrase I keep repeating.



Blogging is fun. To find readers is not that easy. Thus far I have managed to gather a couple of faithful readers. About fifteen or so. You can subscribe to my newsletter when clicking the link you just read.



I am not sure what this Season will bring as Spring slowly gets nearer. Somehow Winter is not my favorite season. Summer is! Also don’t forget to read my Poetry on everypoet.net. A great Poetry site which is sometimes slightly slow to hook on to.



My latest poem is called ‘It’s Not Yet The Equinox(A Weather Poem)’.



I have to get back to writing some new Poetry. Poetry elevates my Spirit to unknown heights! Reading and writing is one of our Major gifts.



Second of all ... No time. Gotta do some web organizing. I gotta get the mechanics of my blog/website rolling again as I start a new Season. That's it for today folks. Well, not exactly. Every Season I end with something new. For example my location on an other planet or as I time Travel in an other era or Time Dimension. Sometimes I end with the Weather forecast or my favorite Music and many other things. This time it's my old love that I have picked up. Don't forget to read the Appendix.

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I am looking for new challenges at the moment and my love life sucks. So I have taken some time to watch some movies again. I had neglected for a long time my love. I am big movie lover. A couple of movies I have watched lately are:



The Interview directed by Craig Monahan. A great Australian movie with a somewhat unclear ending. Still beautiful cinematography. Highly unrealistic though. It’s a director that has turned writer. He does both. His camera work is of the Genius.



Stranger Than Fiction. Well what to say? A beautiful story with a happy ending in multiple fractures!



Black Swan. Nathalie Portman does a good job at her Ballet. A pity for the special effects. The theme of the story is excellent and should have been more than enough. It’s about the complications of a innocent girl in modern life with all its complications. Gives us a good insight into 'the corruption in Ballet'. Still worth seeing. Also the theme could be widened to any good Youth subject.



The Company Men. A beautiful Hollywood movie with a happy ending. It just shows us Europeans how we suck. In the U.S. no job means no food. Great overcoming of unemployment in the higher sectors of the Job Market.



Red Hill. A Pictureseque movie old Skool and great a revenge flick. I will not spoil it for you. Obviously low budget. I was sitting on the edge of my seat all the way! Australia keeps the Mad Max tradition alive with this movie. It contains all the elements of a good movie. Family, revenge, Good guys, bad guys and good old fashioned Heroics.



Un prophète.  A great Jail movie with a happy ending. A Cannes winner! It was the first time I saw it. Calling myself a Prophet somehow makes more sense since I saw this film. It added a dimension to what I felt I meant by calling myself a Prophet. You see what I mean?

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Posted by Venu Duval                                        http://theemperoroftexas.com 

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

Season 3: The next frontier. Financial independence

Goodmorning.



It’s the start of Season 3! My birth name is Benoît Arnaud Duval. I have many names. I am your host for today. Welcome onboard Ulysses V – the Gateway to the Stars - the Texan Space Port for your Soul. This is my sanctuary. My creation for a better world. It’s also an outlet for all my junk. I love junk more than any else. Junk is the primordial Art.The first season was called Old junk new junk. The second was A Wake Up Synopsis. The third is yet unnamed. I am still on the lookout for my Empress who will eventually be the Empress of Texas(EoT-) and will be seated on my right(EoT+) and will be my main advisory. I am not so smart thus I need some female wisdom and teeth! Together we are gonna change the face of this Earth and start the new legacy – the new Dynasty – the Texan Duval Dynasty. The TDD. We will have many offsprings and lead the way to super consciousness to inferior humans, to the robots of this planet. We will make Nietzsche look like a hamburger baked medium raw. We will bring back happiness to the Planet.



I am darth ghost. I come from the legend of Texas. I have survived everything and everybody. Your sorrows are just particles of dust compared to mine. I am four thousand years old and have come back from the dead to revive the planet from its eventual destruction. If it was up to me we would all be living in huts with an Internet connection.



This season will have fewer entries ‘cos I am on a the road to financial independence which will lead to work and upgrade my status from an unemployed jerk to a super employed cosmic force to reckon with. A very important thing in this society.



Creation is what I live for. Creation is what keeps me alive. I am of the male gender thus cannot bear children thus create. I create as much as I can whenever possible. Creation is what I am. I am creation. The Ultimate creation. I seek the Ultimate in life. Ultimate is what I am about. Ultimate is the next frontier in spiritual life. I am Buddha, Jesus Christ, Mohammed, Khalil Gibran all-in-one. Enlightenment I have already reached thus I seek the next frontier. I call it the Ultimate Frontier in O sharp!



Enlightenment is out of date. Enlightenment will not save this world from destruction. The Ultimate will! Follow me and my endeavors and become Ultimate in everything your life style demands. You can even make bucks by reading my stuff! Just read carefully inbetween the lines.



My Ultimate maid will be modest, sexy, lovely and most of all hyper-intelligent. Together we will create the new super race. Our offspring will be Ultimate and the continuation of the Legend of Texas. The emperor and Prophet of the Internet has arrived. His name is darth ghost. Democracy dear readers is outdated. It is time for my reign over the world. We will destroy the mobsters of this planet and bring peace and happiness back to our kind.



I am your Guru of the Ultimate. Become my Adept and thou will save the world and deliver us from the Mobster. I am your Prophet with IQ 220. That’s the electricity voltage around here I am talking about! Or is it?



Thank you for coming onboard. Thank you for visiting Ulysses V. I am your preacher Immoralus who believes in God amongst other thinks. I believe in Animals most of all. They are our future. We can live like them and restore the good old days.



Oh yes! one more thing. This blog is for Adults. If you cannot distinguish between fiction and reality. Don’t bother to read my stuff. I do get some weird complaints once in a while. Life is what you make out of it. No matter what. I can tell. I can prophezise and am a Poet as well. When I was younger I was like Shakespeare. Nowadays I am more like Ali. Last season’s entry started with There You Go from Johnny Cash. This season is mysterious and will lead me to financial independence.



Also some new uncensored Poetry from your favorite Poet coming up. You can read some of his stuff on: http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/benoit4u/



Let’s start the season with some good old Jim Morrison:



Riders On The Storm



Thank you for coming onboard Ulysses V. The Space Port for your Soul. The Texan odyssey in the making. Nietzsche baked medium raw. The Super Consciousness Harbor. Don't forget to tell your friends about my small dodgy enterprise called Ulysses V. Location is : Google's webservers. Webaddress is: http://www.benoitduval.blogspot.com. Thank you GOOGLE for hosting my blog.



This has been darth ghost wishing you a very upbeat Monday, working day for most of us, all the way from Amsterdam, The Netherlands, a small merchant country next to the North Sea.



Don't forget to come back once in a while for the latest in spiritual growth and more stories and poems and real fiction in the making. Don't forget to come back for the latest in fashion and style and the Ultimate way of life and how to reach it. Become part of the next frontier in spiritual growth as well as your Income Progressor.



I am your favorite Poet, Writer and Guru. Don't forget to bookmark this site. It's hotter than hot, it's the Ultimate in the making. It's 100% Art and free for you to discover.



God bless&see ya around.

A little tardive best wishes for 2010 to all my readers. A new season has begun. Fasten your seatbelts. Ready for takeoff!

Was quite busy lately. No time for blogging. Let's get back on target! Don't forget. I hate hippies and post-hippies. They are all a bunch politicized fuck-ups.



Nothing serious at the moment. Being meditating again, praying and cycling, drinking on and off, messing around with wrong folks. Also don't forget I hate criminals. All of them except when they are into Art.



My name is darth ghost. Welcome onboard Ulysses V. I also hate folklore and corruption. I have lately shifted to the right of the political spectrum. I am fed up with extreme left thugs, criminals, politicians who have made my life hell. May they rot in pieces and be given to feed to the wolves of Rome. I come from the legend of Texas. One day I will be emperor of Texas.



Lately when I am down I listen to Johnny Cash. He's so upbeat and fifties, brings me back right on track. My Drama is in the making. It will be called Three Children And More On Their Way.



I am a former D.A. and a former many things. I have been beat up, carved up, poisoned, thrashed down and have survived attempted murder many times, have fought my way around modern society, have mixed with the lowest of thugs, gangsters, drugdealers, hippies and post-hippies.



Right now I am recovering from a difficult winter inwhich I have had to make difficult decisions. Thank you for coming onboard and visiting my blog.



I don't know what this blog will bring me to. I just like to write and share my views which are often considered extreme. This blog is for adults. Don't forget it.



There You Go

Old junk new junk. Part 1 of

I must read again. My vocabulary is so lacking. The words on the tip of my tongue just don’t appear on screen. Meticulously seeking abbreviations in cold comfort of dust and grain dissolving the zenith in colors green red and blue in opaque dust grey like android’s comin’ towards the ray of a certain cocktail named Old junk new junk, tonight I write just so that Mister Backpain sits quiet.



It’s just as if super-consciousness sets in a bowl of underrated chicken soup gourmet. Will the flavour favour you or is my youth for ever gone in wild dreams of unaccomplished professions? Old junk new junk. That’s what I am about today. Mesmerizing, meandering about in the everlasting underlayment of my thoughts.



Condensation, conversation, commemoration, construction. Thoughts aloof. That’s what I seek today. Evaporation, emulation, emancipation. Old junk new junk. That’s what I am about. That’s what I am alas but about. Permeated into biology lessons of survival and misfit, mischief and misery, as if I were but in the sky and seek to reach beyond the scope of boundaries blessed by bravery burning brimming bleeding beyond bed and breakfast barbarian bed sitting chair sitting house sitting beyond Old junk new junk. I want fresh junk, as long as it remains just junk. Any junk, as long as it’s unpublished junk. A new song, a new computer program, a new website, a new identity, a new anything, just give me something else than second hand cocktails.



Where are the new insights, into dreams of achievement and long gone garlic stench? I write letters to people I never sent. I plan to write to people I never do. I undergo my faith as life the ruler of my destiny. It is your destiny! Can I shake it off? Can I burn it or kill it? Old junk new junk that’s what I am called upon today.



I feel cracked down by bullets of light into sheds of unfurnished refurnished ironically astute inclinations while speaking into one’s immortality of umbilical megalomaniacal Old junk new junk. I love new junk! I love just thee as the brimming surface of inprisonned berserkian vikingly stabs of consciousness. I am that that thee can’t ever seek, discover, discriminate or even ascertain. I am the ghost. The darth ghost publisher of underrated overconfident poetry-prose incriminated by society and its super powers of bullshit through canine fables of wealth and prestige porn schools of everlasting unsatisfied uncanny achievements of the body and mind that never ever complain of failure and robotic stupidity of badly programmed human droids.



Random error at every glitch. That’s what I am about. Randomly seeking for Nirvana, the Upanishads of my own making called Old junk new junk into concubines of rhyme and poesy and poetry just as the day is ever changing. Just as the weather never the same is. Every day a new verse to call upon. Yesterday never existed. Today I make Old junk new junk. Tomorrow I make Old junk new junk, as I load the cd-rom of dvd’s to embellish my new hard drive I fill your day with my poetry-prose of immigrationally surfaced unchecked grammatical errors just for the record.



Yes I write this down. ‘Cos then my life makes sense as a jam pot jackpot intrusion of privacy that cradles through unknown highways of unknown marmites of unknown spreads of British origin that I used to eat as a unknown soldier already then seeking comfort and dust among the beggars and wanderers who too ! didn’t have enough to eat, for the record.



That’s why today we invented the Internet. ‘Cos it takes away the craving and it’s almost free and everybody can publish on it. Even if it’s just my Old junk new junk. It’s a miracle of technology and eco friendly eventually. Soon nothing but everything in digits. Digital ghost hosts that will live their own life. Just as bastards of the past, the digits will know their own combination and take over the world in a thousand years or so. Until then we rule as unaccomplished criminally inclined Mafiosi’s of the lone gone indemnity assurance that calls you to pay for prostitute visits mechanically seeking for your attention through search engines ratings that don’t seem to work properly as long as you don’ t pay for your stuff.



Where am I? I seem to have lost the topic altogether, as I am remaking my old webstation with new domain name and do so intrinsically from the point of view from outer space. The future looks down on you. I look down on you and control the abyss of unknown new Old junk, finding new versions of old versions of new sources of unknown origin and amazing triggers of light in all the colors of the galaxy beyond scanning metrical values into encrypted Egyptian morphology and the ancient worlds for ever gone as the badly programmed droids take over the world and destroy all glitch and kitsch in kirschen color Of Old junk new junk.



Where is the rhyme the meter that will crack you to Pompei, crackpot jackpot, potter of clay of old recordings old technology and Old junk new junk as long as it’s junk and unpublished and comin’ from of writing under the strain of the wisdom of my newly found companion Backpain.