Beatniks Bumtrips Bullshit

Beatnik poem! Italian Highways! Super volcano crater lake! I am Drinking a cappuccino along a highway in 🇮🇹 Italy. Reading a new poem Sean has just texted. My hair is still wet from swimming in a super volcano crater lake. This highway bar Café has many decaying statues, including half torso of women surrounded by serpents and large turtles.“Apocalypse means”Apocalypse means when the whole world changes foreverLike when an American's righteous actbecomes to walk over to his neighborAnd turn off their generator When the power never comes back onAnd they stop mining for more lithiumQuiet nightLatent in the dinWhen the middle of the night Is when the full moon is highAnd not when your phone says 5amCrickets still going strongIt's when the young people take over banksTo throw a ragerAnd then give their lives more willingly to thisThan the cops do to their sense of lawWhen the dynamite has all been usedTo remove speed bumps And pot holes grow applesTake a stroll down memory lane How our freedom of thought was taken awayBy songs about tacos raining from the skyFlood stupidity down all major channelsAnd the elites shoot themselves in the footWhen the result is the annihilation of mindRemoving all obstacles to the insane choice To return to God's will Bending to the machine takes on new meaning When you switch off the light to see by darknessWhen you unplug the fridge To cool food in a thick Northern wallBecause the sound of hot motors for cooling purposes has become more painful than rotten milk or soggy celeryHonesty isn't easyBut in the end It's easier than all the liesAnd unnecessary lines painted on the roadsYear after year after yearYellow strip after yellow stripe after yellow stripeMosquito buzzing in my earTeaches me a lesson I haven't learned About compassion and acceptance and surrender To the triggerWhich button did Ron push to cause all of this?Confusion breeds understandingBy exhausting all extreme optionsNo wonder God has allowed evil to win To this extentDot exeExecutable file Is the one they have on meAbout my mental illnessAnd my wrong doingsAnd a deer playing jazz on wind chimesMurmurs of a coyote behind closed doorsRunaway trainLike an addiction that lasts more than 24 hours The quieter the suggestion the more powerful Be careful what you believe Erasure of logicDefacement of egoMy smile is blankEcstatic stompingOn the back of the earth to wake her upSo she can breath againRise of the deadLike mushrooms or zombiesEmptiness remembering Categorizing settlementsLike a wine pressTurn and turnRotate tires to balance themEven intonation has been tuned By manThis dog who won't go too deeply into the darkness To take a shitAct in fearOr act out of fear? Either way I am lostI have given in to the pit of my stomach And can only argueAgainst the preppers who buy In plastic bulkOceans of islands heavingThis Moana moment in historyWhen the changeDignifies a muzzle into my palmAnd recoil of a gunDamages only my shoulder Stump removalBecomes unspeakable Because we are rooted in the pastWhile blistering forwardInto this painfully awfully wild adventure ~Sean Twohig https://open.spotify.com/show/5wLSeBa5k0ykpBMVWI0h5Q?si=unNgrKNUT3irn97Qu4-fCg

Jimi Hendrix , Cecil Brown ,The most active color is purple . Morocco red is the color of this sweatshirt… A chat with snow leopard about colors and his new LP. The podcast starts with a recurring musical theme sampled from the LP. DRUMS: HENNING FRIMANNOTHER INSTRUMENTS: SNGLEOPARDENRECORDED EN SNaEXC. B2 HENRIK YELLERB1 KLAVERMASTERSOFUS FORSBEREPAKIGUITARKOKLOKKECOVER32 KOKLOKKESNOLAYOUTMWCONTACT

Misty morning in Berlin looking at male porn magazine

Carpenter John Recently learned about the deep state💨

An introduction to the work of Michele Newman. Podcast ends with a description of how to contact a unicorn. You can contact her : michele@reply.highvibelife.us

A poem by London while hanging out with Jedidiah and Sean

Getting beat up for staring too long at someone’s aura and other sorta mystic stories from Carpenter John.

Sean found his poem from the Insane asylum! It’s called “ I take you for Blam” He reads it from inside his car. The car is a wildly, decoupaged in sprit jangle rattle motive and outfitted with objects Nissan leaf -wow while simultaneously making a base beat to go with the reading . Jedidiah and Sean then bullshit about bats metaphysics writing and reading

Listening to improvised techno by Sean from a small speaker on the dash in the car. Then discussing musical exploration as an Analogy of reincarnation. Also a improvised poem: “ hey Kitty” by Jedidiah

Notes from the open space preserve. May be waaaay to rambling for most listeners.

Talking about invisible forces with the security officer for the Santa Cruz Amateur Radio Club

Jedidiah is back in California ! ! ! chatting with Sean ! ! ! in his log cabin about people who could alter reality by their consciousness merging with a flock of birds and some other bulshit ~untill we read *beat poems* we wrote today over “melodies from paradise,”on vinyl.Also With a ^*#% probability music track made by Sean

Leaving Berlin and remembering things my mystic girlfriend said : When I look at the star without my glasses on, it looks like a snowflake and other things my girlfriend said to me casually today, such as bouncing kids and bouncing breasts in equal measure Biking through the most dense sections of the place with the most people outside In Berlin Its been getting to be that I do not need to leave the house with four layers of wool On You got it, snowflake the sun, spring flowers, first bees Hair downtown all day Lovely Winter sun is kinda Japanese It’s delicate and ya have to be kinda tunned in White cloudsThrough a viel All colors pale Half transparent silk sheets More similar to moon light Waiting and resting Not waking up nature Spring is powerful It pulls flowers out of the ground “

A reading of “ ambition” by the poet, GG. We meet by a taco truck, I learn that he is a poet and then begin this recording.

Are you going to Casablanca the revolutions there …and other world anthems sung outside the Berlin free university philosophy building. A sudden and moving conversation with a delightful woman named Annette. She is into learning the anthems of all the countries in the world, organizing a cultural revolution in Casablanca , song writes sometimes by counting syllables, and she is planning on singing for multiple days straight this October …We had just met and once she started singing “mamas and the Papas” covers, I began recording this podcast.

a chat with Yonis and Anji from the island . Notes from the island from JedA true first edition From 1951 it didn’t come out until 1952 nano particles swirl into a wolf or a gin Middle East is a relative organizing thoughts as rocks cascade round the horn big summer boom heavy hind limb jackrabbit all across the universe John Lennon words, tumbling smooth shadow over grassy, Knowles rabbit holes fox gloves the roll of wheels time slownessFits into a modest laboratory and the space of a lifetime You write a great song by having something to say get clarity and then say it Start simple and clear and then bring the original punch Learning vs memorizing Trust the body The body knows what to do Gray is the color of infinity Infinit Grey is the absence of something in the way

Jedidiah is on an island in Denmark and Sean miniDorf is calling from the back of his new school bus in Santa Cruz Ca, while drinking pomegranate wine he fermented himself and mixing peanut butter into beer.The poem by Sean Meni Menindorf at the end of the cast is prime.⸻Voice to Text Slam(Technically it’s Meni… Meni Menindorf)Drinking strong pomHooch, in the parking lot of the county building,fast chargingwhile I wait to hear back from the focused intervention team.This is a voice to text slam.They like it when we pay attention to them.It energizes them.They start wiggling and dancing faster,apparently vibrating harder,almost like they want us to see their true nature.These are the same scars,banging into each other,and when they dothey catch and twistand become one longer thread—these little loops of things,individualized into a dimension of their own.Like a bubble emerging from an ocean—this is what dimensions playing together looks like.Strings and circles, loops and lines,expanding and contractingin their size and variety of depth.So we plasmify everythingas these unauthorized vehicles are towed away at your own expense.Attention: visitor parking kiosks are unavailable until further notice.Santa Cruz County.701 Ocean.DC 62.5 KWDC.Use the mobile appto get notified when the station is available.Price—We’d like to notice them.They become alive when we see them,read them, hear them,touch them, play them,jerk them, tug them, drive them,feel them, tug them,push them, jerk them,feel them.Plastic sexual insertion inside of the courthouse,as I see seven blue suitsand a bunch of uniforms—sergeants and officers—entering the prosecution hall.Dare I considerthe actual act of doing something multidimensional?Like that time when I walked into change my name at the county building,reeking of deer carcass,because that is all I am wearing—that and a loincloth—surrounded by a posse,looped like a loop of humans around me,so that no one can get in,no one could arrest me,without arresting threeseuth-saying people first.And again I feel free.And again I feel safe.I don’t need to escapeto some boat or some Indiaor some other delta.I am here in my hometown.I am alone. A.Ohlone ~1923 — that time when the Beatles alliterated,notice it’s turning,with, know ’tis it’s turning.⸻

Uncoiling lightning is a beat poem read Jedidiah in Berlin. This starts the podcast… soon Sean miniDorf joins from California and then Ian from Argentina. I have no idea what bullshit they will chat about …

Notes from Amsterdam

Berlin Narrative from Café counter while sitting next to slicked back hair, older gentleman as I recall the morning Berlin bike ride checking out hobos pissing in the golden sun. #nervous system resonance.