DIGDOGDIG: 12.2010

YPPAH

twenty four years

shadows, ghosts, and spirits

came, stayed, and left

pure love can come and go

as quickly as the tides

as softly as the breeze

but, you were there with me

and so was he and so was she

we're all just here

echoing in the panic

but, just relax

it's all here

twenty four years

tangled, twisted, and shifted

memories built on choices

memories built on time

memories built on mind

hair long, skin same

I forget sometimes,

to brush my teeth.

I forget sometimes,

not to kill the magic.

I forget sometimes,

I'm always alone/

I'm never alone.

twenty four years

I am going to keep shining

HARRY NILSSON

KNOW THE MAN/KNOW THE MUSIC

MAX
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and a week after our shoot, this came out: SPLICE TODAY

word up.

everyone should watch this:

WE LIVE IN PUBLIC

THANK YOU SIR.
I LOVE LA.

I LOVE LAPD.

I WANT NO PROBLEMS.

I WAS JUST MEDITATING,

DOING KUNDALINI YOGA.

I AM SO PLEASED TO HAVE FOUND THIS LINK/VIDEO (CLICK "I WANT NO PROBLEMS"). I SAW THIS WHILE I WAS IN SAN DIEGO, WATCHING TMZ WITH CAMDAWG AND OUR MINDS WERE BLOWN. FOR A WHILE WE COULDN'T FIND THIS FOOTAGE, BUT HERE IT IS. THIS IS REAL. THIS IS AMERICA. THESE ARE AMERICANS!

Eyes by dbegin

white fluff, potato chips, nirvana water, fast skies, cigarette butts, three layers of nothing, sleepless slumber, boys are bummers, then what? then what? coffee dreams, pent up steam, x-mas lights, you should stay the night, then what? then what? that one. this one. here's one. there's one. annoying black, poop like brown, barf daze, no say, then what? then what? this smile is a frown, maybe on the ground, beach lungs, half flung, rubber band, then what? then what? sound poetry, deadbeat horror, sip the glass, soft lips, then what? then what? empty room, comfort doom, tissue paper, silver tears, manage your fears, then what? then what? reassure the gears, honesty cheers, cracked hands, juicy command, zip and lock, erase your cock, then what? then what? bowls, cups, and plates - freckles manipulate, cold eyes, righteous nose, then what? then what? phone off the hook, don't see me look, strike and un-tuck, chiming weaving feather wear, then what? then what? plastic dolls, pampered punks, down to dunk, wait. I'm drunk. then what? then what?

DREAMS OF CHANNEL FIVE

BY CHARLES MANSON

Set out on the road ran
Set to run through graveyards of man
Set to raise righteous war
Set to complete this endless opening door
Look into vast
Timeless
Lasting forever
Or as long as we can hold the moment

Avenues of church pews
Hold the fears
Look into spirituals
Circles on circles
Some have denied their wheel
Coming around again
Back through

What I feel
Numberless
Slumbering dragons
Leading their prey
Through dreams of channel five