Multi-Chopper
Mode of Job for Multi-Chopper
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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