I remember a time. I was some young age, 4, 5, 6. Well however old I was whenever Romeo + Juliet was popular. And I remember seeing Leonardo Dicaprio hold some priest or apothecary or some random cathedral dweller at gun point. Towards the head the gun was pointed and I was confused. I was confused why Leo was doing this and I asked my mother, "why?"(.?) She told me that he was going to kill him, which he wasn't, and so I asked why he was pointing the gun at his head and not his heart if he was intent on slaughter. My mom told me that the brain controls the bodily functions, well not that but of the sorts, even the heart. So the mind is more important than the heart. I thought the heart was the center of life. This really was a revelation for me. It changed me and the memory of the exact time is still lucid. I'm connecting things that I'm hinting at but not explicitly acknowledging. It was made in 1996 so I was 5 or six. More so probably 5 than six because my birthday is late in the year.

Kong Has No Feelings

I will put words to these titles, someday.

How can we be so sure that the food we eat will nourish our bodies and stay death. What if after an entire week of breakfasts, luncheons, and dinners we dropped dead from starvation. I grow from my food.

By The Red River

Newsflash

Sex isn't immoral, bad, dirty, irresponsible or unhealthy. It's sex.

Life is a series of humbling judgment calls

Ukulele Neverending

It's All Wrong, But It's Alright.

But really... it's Richard Feynman

Better consult Socrates

i had a weird dream. i was driving reaney's truck except it was bigger and it was black. i dont really know where i was going but i drove it around to many different places. i remember driving it down a snowy road once. a lot more happened then what i am describing, i just dont know how to describe the rest. once i was done, and i had been driving around to places for like a week, i brought the truck back to the north parking lot of the school and i got out and realized that i had been driving all this time without a license. i was extremely scared and extremely grateful that no police had pulled me over while i was driving. i was also very worried about reaney knowing that i was driving his truck around let alone without a license. it's like i started the dream off borrowing the truck from him but then when i brought it back i was worried that he would know i was driving it, like i stole it or something. i think these feelings connect back to the feelings and worries i had about missing any part of cross country, like being late to a practice or missing a practice or forgetting to do something that he told us we needed to do, like tell our parents something. i think these are the same feelings i got when i realized that i had missed the team photo. i was so MAD. and scared about what reaney was going to say or do, like not let me run in prune juice. i remember last year i almost didnt run in prune juice because i lost that damn clearence slip but since i was cleared anyways it didnt matter if i had a slip or not. i remember the amazing amount of relief i felt when i knew i was going to be able to run. i apologized to him that i forgot about pictures but he was more saddened by the fact that i wasnt in the picture my senior year. i was much more happy about the fact that he wasnt mad than the fact that i missed the picture. i never missed a cross country practice all four years. not for injury not for sickness not for a haircut not for a dentist appointment not for a doctors appointment not for anything. i never slacked off in any practice. maybe ONCE but only once. i was always worried about what reaney thought of me. i wanted to be dependable and smart and trustworthy. i never wanted to be in his bad graces. not that he was particularly scary or mean but, i dont know i just respected him. and the sport.

I'm so sorry.

An Artistic Morning.

I was taking a shower and I got out and something in the wrinkled up towel on the floor that i was standing on caught my eye. in the wrinkles there was a face of a girl, i decided she was eleven, also she was dead and zombified. her mouth was large and went from one ear to the other. her skin was green... well the towel was green. she had short boyish hair but was a girl. her eyes were black, even the whites. i stared at her for a couple minutes. then i noticed another larger figure in the wrinkles that were surrounding her. it was the head and shoulders of barack obama. and her head was the mouth of barack obama. i watched this as he stared at me with his mouth wide open and i watched her stare at me with her empty black eyes. i thought to myself, i should paint this. so i committed the burgundy, gray, forest green, and vomit colored stripes on the towel to memory. i remembered her long dark green smile and her eyes and her hair. i remembered his tilted head and splotched eyes, broad shoulders.

too many I's to capitalize.

The Hands of an Hourglass

The hands of an hourglass
Tumbling specks of eternity
Cyclical granules mark the measurement
Of verbs, events, and experiences

aww...crap. i forgot but there is like two more stanzas on the back of my vocabulary test and on the front of my anthropology test. they are good, i will get them.

Hypnagogic is quite a cute word.

Quite The Murderess Aren't You?

I have a very large post in mind but I won't write it yet i am just marking the date that these thoughts occurred.

The Beautiful Richard Feynman.

It's a Machiavellian Conspiracy!

The cherub will coax our lips together
Heaven 0n Earth.

Day in the Life of a Girl

We Are The Shape Shifters

We are the shape shifters
The Cool Believers
The indecisive aspirations
The tree bark and the dirt
And we are the Chinooks

Along with the amber sky
Beautiful Sun God

Mountainous thunderstorms
Cumulonimbus anvils
And lightning hammers
Flash flood of rains
Sparked interest in the seed of life

The frost giants of Norway
Sea serpents
A wine land tale

Down to the Wagga Wagga cyclones
I can darken my skin at will
But the brilliance of my mind will always shine white
Shine White
Shine White
Sweet aborigine take me home on your trans-terrestrial space craft

Green Eyes by Coldplay

Honey you are a rock
Upon which I stand
And I come here to talk
I hope you understand

That green eyes, yeah the spotlight, shines upon you
And how could, anybody, deny you

I came here with a load
And it feels so much lighter, now I've met you
And honey you should know, that I could never go on without you

Green eyes

Honey you are the sea
Upon which I float
And I came here to talk
I think you should know

That green eyes, you're the one that I wanted to find
And anyone who, tried to deny you must be out of their mind

Cause I came here with a load
And it feels so much lighter, since I met you
Honey you should know, that I could never go on without you

Green eyes
Green eyes

Ohohohohooooo
Ohohohohooooo

Ohohohohooooo
Ohohohohooooo

Honey you are a rock
Upon which I stand

I've been reading over my posts, and I really like them. They're good.

A Dusting of Aspiration

I should probably just put this in my list of titles.

The Three Laws of Thermodynamics

1) You can't win.

2) You can't break even.

3) You can't get out of the game.

I didn't think of this by the way.

Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Ruiz y Picasso

Weird Dream (warning: this post contains underaged drinking and consumption of illegal hallucinogens)

My dream last night was weird. It starts off with me riding a manual scooter to Sandy, but Sandy was actually Blueberry on San Andreas. And there was a party going on in this building and I didn't know any of the people that were at the party but i started to ride my scooter around inside of the building and there wasnt much room and i was riding under those doors that are in bars, like the ones that are just pieces of wood that are hinged and bend upwards, and i was riding under those with my scooter ducking and stuff, and when the party was over some guy offered me large quantities of alcohol and i accepted and drank it all and then i started to ride my scooter back home but it was up hill and i was trying to stay to the right of the fog line but i kept swerving because i was drunk and i was super scared that i was going to die so i rode back to the bar to sober up. FLASH FORWARD. im in L.A and its night time and im at these apartments on this hill and there is another party and someone has a monster truck and someone is handing out these post-it notes and licking them so i take one and eat it, and it was laced with PCP but i didnt know it was, then we all went down to this field and the sky was cloudy and purple and was talking to us and it had a face of an old man and it was laughing and everyone was having fun, then someone starts driving their monster truck and im really scared that they are going to crash but i get in anyways and they are driving up this hill and we are still all tripping on PCP so im still scared for my life. then i wake up.

this would be labeled death, cars, and nullification of reality if it were labeled.

im sorry for the run on sentences and stuff but it just needed to be said alright. maybe ill revise it later.

Absinthe and Isolation

The Surreality in the Art
Is in the bottle
Is in the green liquid


Never mind. I have no experience with absinthe. I'll finish it once I do.

Like On Venus

Lives are measured in days
In the place of years
The Heroes
Are those who bear the pressure and stand
While everyone else sucks on lava
Bodies crushed like tin cans from the air
Maybe more like bodies than tin cans

An ocean of liquid rock
An island in the center
The sand smelt into glass
And palms trees
With red leaves and fireball fruit

Day in the Life of a Boy

Almost my favorite Beatles song.

I'm Going To Learn To Play The Sax So I Can Perform My Own Blues.

Jimi The Hendrix

The Shirtless Drummer

I don't know why I don't read often. Every time I read a book I like it. I'll probably start reading at some point. I don't know why I don't do it now. Bill Bryson's A Short History of Nearly Everything.

Jim And Pam

One thousand tears nourish my heart like a seedling in a harsh salt desert
The Universe be charitable to take everything and leave you
A blessing

Where have all the pleasant people gone?
Why can't we all just say I love you?
People are born good
Only when they are afraid do they commit unpleasant acts
Stop being afraid
JUST HUMOR ME
GET OVER YOURSELF AND BE NICE
Pleasant
Considerate
Cordial
Courteous
Friendly
Delightful
Kind
Gracious
Affable
Gentle
Good
Benevolent
Nice
Amiable
Warm
Comforting

Stop conforming to a harsh society and become an independent lover.

The Queen And The Android Squire

Shouldn't you be on a throne, Queen?
Bejeweled in Rubies
Glazed in Sapphires
Clad in Diamonds
And your scepter
A reflection of it's own light
Off of your precious stones
Skin jagged

Android Squire knelt before her toes
Metal scrap
Pig iron
With a mind
Mutual conception
She is made for him
By him
To rule him

It's your truth
Keep it

Ernesto Guevara

Multi-Chopper
Mode of Job for Multi-Chopper
In order that the article has minced could be perfectly cut, Knocked Vigorously on the bud Superior hand Opened. The most of less great number of knocks determines the fineness of cup. The rotation of knives is made automatically and regularly. For the cleaning, to pull the inferior bell and to release the recipient Superior. Well to rinse the machine, if possible to the running water. Re-assembly in Senses inverts. All parts metallic are executed in a materials has the test of the rust.

For Herbs and Vegetables
Simples Cleaning
Effective and quickly
Cutting well View Control
Made in China

I haven't talked about Norman Rockwell enough. I really really really like Norman Rockwell. Maybe love. Possibly love.

Nosferatu

"The only good race pace is suicide pace, and today looks like a good day to die"

Steve Prefontaine

Norman Rockwell

Vincent Price

This is how it is guys, no arguments.

1. John
2. George
3. Paul
4. Ringo

Well wait a second...

1. John, George, Paul
4. Ringo

...

You're right

1. John, George, Paul
5. Ringo

Randomosity?

Seeing as how it is impossible to know precisely everything about the universe since Werner Heisenberg's uncertainty principle is a veil over all of existence, it would be quite ridiculous to determine any event as "random". In the universe of quantum mechanics, which by the way we live in, anything is possible, well...probable. If I punch a wall for a lifetime a chance starts to develop that upon striking it with my fist, my fist will go straight through. Would you call that "random"? How could you? If all events in the universe are governed alike then there is a predictability to its randomness, and since to be "random" you need to be void of predictability, it seems that "random" simply does not exist in this universe. Maybe in another universe...probably.

Malhappenstance in Paradise (not a reference to you ms.calcium)

Oh all is not well
. Not to any degree
. Don't you agree?
Aye
. What to do we
When in doubt
. Oh boy, yes we are
Unify
. Our minds?
Aye
Bring them together as one
. Telepathy?
Bringing ourselves closer to God
. Is God the unified conscience of all his creations?
Aye
.Aye
..Aye
...Aye
....Aye
.....Aye
......Aye
.......Aye

Blue Ripples

pray

Ideas crushed

pray

Bubbles mushroom

pray

Decaying of the Leonine walls

pray

Do not let it escape

pray

Holy be it

pray

Misted Hills

Master

"Those who most eminently follow the evolution of their craft are the true masters."

Joseph Moullet

Catastrophe

A building sized flying serpent. A beige plating of scales across it's underbelly progressively transformed into fire red as it wrapped his body. His wife, a human, carried his children. The children's development was a game of genetic russian roulette, for if the child's bone structure came out more human like, then the dragon would consume it. He was angry when his offspring would be unable to fly w/ him or their bodies did not contain the immense mass of muscle as his did. So he burned them, so he clawed their bodies, so he ate them. Until his wife's stomach burst and from her dead body a redder more angry more vicious monster flew.

The Remedy

Hippocrates defined symptoms of depression, laziness, tiredness, and lack of hope as Melancholy. An actual diagnosed, infectious disease. To remedy, partake in Dionysian rituals.

God's Heart

God's heart is shaped oddly like a pumpkin. The skin is paper thin and it is plump with illumination. I form a fist and send it swiftly through. The light splashes onto my walls and it sticks to them. The light splashes onto me and it sticks to my skin. I plunge my face into the puddle of light on the counter. I slurp up the light and my body begins to glow. The more light I ingest the more brilliant I become. It's almost gone but before I can take in that final morsel my body collapses into it's own puddle of light.

NFL Teams

Augusta Maine Authors
...

The tongues of radiating light from the Sun will reach around the Earth totally enveloping and completely illuminating it's surface. The utter disappearance of shadow. The constant warmth will dissolve the frosty casings around each person's mind. The exuberant heat will evaporate the oceans, lakes, streams, and puddles. As well as our blood and tears. Scorch the savannahs. Liquify our steel buildings and the rocks of the Earth. I watch the Earth globulate in my lava lamp.

The Green Eyed Monster w/ The Jaundiced Eye

Pity him!
Poor thing, look how well oft the others are
And you have a den
Yes, you do see the world
Stone, mildew, cold
So much the cold
The others though, so warm!
Warm as the light in Elysium which pierces the blue sky!
But who can tell the difference?
GET OUT!
You are in heaven, you just disguise it as a cave
Come out and you will see
You are aloft the clouds
Do not belie
You are jealous no doubt
But no worse

Also I love how I claim to write "Poetry"
Whatever Poetry is
Don't you tell me what Poetry is!
Poetry can be anything it wants to be, also anyone can see anything as poetic!
And now I go and look up definitions of poetry
Although I know that whatever I find will be completely erroneous...
"The art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts."
Hey!
Don't tell me that I need Rhythm!
I can be as choppy as I want to be!
And make it sound good!
Poetry can be as vapid, unpleasurable, ugly, uncreative, or elementary as I want it to be!

I was wondering, why are my ads always about God and coconuts?
I just realized that the ads are going to try and mimic the content of my blog
And why do I still write in poetic form even with the least poetic writings?
Whatever poetic form is
Don't tell me what poetry is!
Poetry can be written any way it wants to be written
And I don't want to write anymore on this topic at this moment in time so I will not.

Licorisylvania

Black stalks
Frankly the most disgusting
What a stench
...

Gaul

Roar from the undergut

List of Titles by Joseph Moullet

The Pianomaker
The Spirit of the Mariner
Infamous Moses
Its an Ongoing Process
Woe/Boon
Sense of Foreboding
6 Letters to Norway
Final Days on Easter Island
Turquoise Turtle
Anamnesis
...

The Coconut is King

Alright so there is this Coconut
And I saw him
Earlier
And he used a Pineapple
You know the things with the thorns
And he used this Pineapple
To crown himself
Now the Coconut is King
Coconuts are the other white meat
Well what I mean is
Is that the inside of the Coconut is White
And it is Meat
But he has a dark exterior
And a hard facade
Rev. Dr. Coconut Luther King Jr.
The King
Well really what I'm trying to say is that
On the inside
We are all white
Well at least our meat is
Even Martin Luther King Jr.
Reverend
Doctor

Nobel

Old fellow

You've always brought a smile to my face

Devil

I am envious of your prize do not get me wrong

Freak

What color is your blood Alfred?

Do you get dizzy?

Break yourself

Big man

Statue

How old are you?

A centennial dedication with rockets on your shoes to fly into space w/

With which to fly into space

Your father an Immanuel

Your mother an Andriette

Wisdom is the color of your blood, blue

Purple kingship

Personal Sovereignty

Think

Treant

Old fellow

You've always brought a smile to my face

Devil

I am envious of your beard do not get me wrong

Freak

What color is your blood Treant?

Do you get dizzy?

Break yourself

Big man

Statue

How old are you?

A millennial prepubescent with rockets on your shoes to fly into space w/

With which to fly into space

Your father a Golem

Your mother a Dryad

Wisdom is the color of your blood, blue

Purple kingship

Personal Sovereignty

Think

Andy Warhol upon a ferris wheel

Light shoots from his round glasses

From his eyes

His hair is of Spikes

Of light

His skin

Scales of light

His mind

Of magnificent brilliance

Shining

My boy

Look and see the beauty

Two revolution

Three revolution

Four revolution

Five

Now see him World

Dead

What if death did not exist?

Neither would time

Or cars or life or limitations or religion or love

All would be unified

Paradise I feel

I reference the philosopher's stone of course

Even if it was only a single person and he rid the earth of us all

History would not exist

only the present time

If death did not exist no one anywhere would ever do anything

Bodies would not exist nor minds for what would the use be?

Wow, is it the threat of death that enables our sentience?

Why would our minds and bodies need to evolve if not to fight death?

What if there was nothing to struggle against?

Sentience is only a tool for survival not the key to all knowledge

WE HAVE MISPERCEIVED THE REASON FOR OUR SENTIENCE, OUR MINDS!

There is something other than the brain that holds understanding, something other than ALL of life

Something even below the most elementary particle of existence

It must be in the very fabric of everything

It must be ingrained

Maybe because I have life

A heavy toll

Very taxing

I thought I was the only solipsist

I need my own imagination

What a ridiculous life

He was there he had it he knew too much and that was the death of him

The pain

How wild

He Lived two lives in half the time

Many did, I guess

God planted the tree of knowledge how pissy of him to think we would not eat its fruit

The only legal way to understand all is a very wild ride

I am jealous

I'm obsessed

We spend most of our existence dead

Why fear it? Life is a vacation

I pray to the god with the most expansive knowledge

I could read and write constantly all day everyday

All my life I have wanted to know everything

Existence is full of people who exist and people who pretend to exist

There are only 2 kinds of people, those who are, and those who are not

And it becomes immediately evident to me who are and who are not upon meeting them

Why are these pretenders part of our existence?

Solely for separation?

I am here

So I do not pretend

I should run the world

I want to create magnificently detailed experiences

Childlike philosophical ideals

I imagine an existence upon a reflective ether in which every action is mirrored back onto the event

Our minds only choose to acknowledge those that affect us

No

We choose them and that is the ONLY reason they affect us

What we perceive though is not all that exists

Which means if we are to attain a higher plane of existence then we must acknowledge more

And what wonders may come we do not know

Maybe some have achieved the aloft

Infinite power, The End

True death

I embrace it

What does this mean?

What is considered veritable theoretical physics?

I caution you, slow your eyes, your body, your mind and acknowledge all of your surroundings

Slow it to a halt

Time will not exist

Existence will be suspended and all will unfold

Jim Morrison Post of the Day

~Lamerica~

Trade-routes
guide lines
The Vikings & explorers
Discoverers
The unconscious

a map of the states
The veins of hiways
Beauty of a map
Hidden connections
Fast trampled forest

Madness in a whisper
neon crackle
The hiss of tires
A city growls

rich vast & sullen
like a slow monster
come to fat
& die

Words by Joseph Moullet

Ignoramical
Irignoramical

Exaggeratorially
Irexaggeratorially

Exaggeratorial

Hermitify
Figmenticious
Figmenticiously
Figmentitic
Figmentitically
Irfigmentitically
Malhappenstance
Irmalhappenstance
Randomosity
Irrandomosity
Lamentlessly
Irlamentlessly
...

Untitled thoughts

Fall is the best season.

Maybe it's because my birthday is in October.

The finest memories of fall are from elementary school.

Such a time of plasticity.

The falling orange and red leaves echoed the red brick of my school.

Every season was a time of color which instilled in me feelings of warmth and darkness and wetness and thanksgiving community.

Calm is what fall instills.

Maybe because everything is dying?

That's when the heater comes on.

The heater in my house drones and has a calming effect on me, maybe that's why fall instills calm.

Fall makes me feel safe.

Maybe because we are beginning to hunker down for winter.

Halloween is in the fall.

Halloween makes me feel safe, maybe because there are monsters out but I know they are not real.

Excitement as well as a sense of community because everyone around me is doing something for Halloween, we are all acknowledging that it exists as a group.

Quiet fall.

Sleepy fall.

Warm fall.

Wet fall.

Sick fall?

I could see how fall could remind some people of sickness and its negative feelings, like the feelings I have for Reign of Fire.

Fall, a dimming of the Earth.

Winter, a death.

Spring, a birth.

Summer, a life.

Fall is the time you have to reflect on the year.

I feel like New Years is misplaced, it should be in the fall.

Why should it be between December and January?

Why not between October 25th and October 26th?

I win calendar makers.

October has never been eight to me, but orange.

Barkskinned

I am an Independent Soul

I will topple the giants

Just me and the universe

I could not ask for a more trustworthy companion

What ever is in the night I can handle

I will make my home in the desert

I will break the opposition

I am pure guts and glory

Barkskinned

A beacon of light and refuge for others

A well of wisdom

A Teacher, Leader, a wedge to split the log

Barkskinned

Autumn, The Season of Leaves.

The ever approaching cyclical cold

The moon crowns the aubergine night sky

Iced over blades of grass protrude from the earth like reversed icicles

A witch hangs from the gallows

Her mouth ajar

And I can hear her still screeching like a banshee

Her eyes will pop from her skull

Snowballs

Disgusting sorceress be caste in Hell

Sweltering flames

Your hair will melt down your face

And you become a man

Your skin shrivels from your muscles

But the noose will support your body

May, you may return as a phantasm

But only as to grief your pastor

Revolution

A spinning disk with jets of sparks

Upon a dancing citizen's hand

Much like a garcon serving up Revolution

The light of the night from the jets of sparks

Sparks from the smile of the young man with a new country

His pantomimical dances, with twirls, and skips, for a new political dawn