dreams 'bout school

i never stop dreaming of school

the same buildings, holding different lives

teachers that never age

and students that break every pledge.

i cherish learning

competing for things of every shade

pursuing food for thought

amidst hungry girls that lust for us boys of prey.

i detest and hate bullies

especially those fighting after the lights go out

or those who litter the compound,

breaking rules as the rest of us toil about like mules.

i wake forever to study

teachers pretending to guide me from every side

in classrooms filled with zealous folks

whose dancing minds hop on and off problems

at every opportunity to showcase the limitations of mind.

i often try to count my lessons,

some given in the depths of the night

others merely by passive presence in the library,

surrounded by arcane and imposing books

that implicitly torment the mind as cooks with sharpened spices do with scents.

i never stay at ease when lining up

as toes in my shoes gnaw at their mandatory leather cell

and a militant uniform causes me to sweat-

every aspect of me anticipating the night preps

during which i'd lazily gaze at the full moon

as illegal music repeats again and again in my brain

and my person wastes away in the deviant art of nonconformity.

i ever come late for the roll call

ensuring to posit the excuse of being the time-keeper

who must ring the bell first, so others might not come late.

i come to punishment as another means of winning favors,

never avoiding fun if it transcends momentary pain

but i'm yet to find the meaning in most popular sports,

instead cherishing meaningless puzzles and those unchartered walks at night.

i kind of always hang around labs

the idea of self-discovery not being the real motivation

but each thought of inventing noble lies

or the mere act of pondering cosmic jokes

being everything i need to win me alternative friends

and the respect of parents who never loved nor trusted symbolic thought in class.

i make friends

and try to share their secrets too!

not with foes, but with invisible voices in buildings,

who promise me numbing sex during every dream,

and the love of everything from stones to wandering scents.

i don't yet fully grasp the power of jealousy

just like i don't yet know the difference between money and girls.

i often visit the school canteen

occasionally pretending that crisps and soda aren't drugs

or that prayers are the true reason i still have change in my wallet!

yes, i still have dreams about school

and it's all the hope i need to believe

that all will be fine when i finally wake up today.

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Yeah, having once joyfully sat in a classroom worse than that depicted in Dmitri Markine's photo, all I can say is that his eye for awesomeness is totally amazing! 

Thanks Dmitri for the amazing perspective, and for bringing us closer to home.

Upon Solid Hill

I would definitely love to build my house upon a rock!

Towering above valleys, dense green and the horizon.

I would love to spend days above the realm of mosquitos!

I would torture a talking drum, catch the young and old sun

I'd trap flying ghosts and share breathe with fleeting birds!

There are things I thought of while we drove past some hill

And one thing was for sure - I'd love to build upon that hill.

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this is definitely not a Masindi hill :-)

this amazing shot was captured by Mec717, in a place I don't know but I'd definitely love!

Alien Invasion

It was a dark and scary night-morning

There were still bright blue stars shining in the sky

I was standing there alone, not knowing where or how to run.

It was all sand and savanah around me,

Two trees in the distance ahead of me

A short and tall umbrella tree

But I couldn't convince myself to run to either.

There were not many clouds in the ceiling of this expanse

Streaky clouds in the night on my right and another cloud somewhere ahead of me-

Then there was that long streak of burning light crossing past that cloud!

A ball of fire, maybe a meteorite or something, falling towards the valley on my right

I was shaking, not from cold though-

there was probably a fire burning in that valley

It was so bright and yellow

It was glowing like the sunrise about to be born, and the light,

the light bathed much of the horizon in that direction in a frightful yellow.

Something had fallen there, and it was probably not safe.

The tallest hill, right across where I stood,

Was cracky with deep gullies tracing its body.

There was this golden lava, flowing like coarse cream on its crust

There was the smoke, golden too, 

rising in a cloud of a metamorphosing monster near the peak of the hill

I was ready to start crying

Then, as if from another dream,

There! Before me was this huge pink elephant

A huge pink elephant with a pink glowing aura!

She was screaming out to me, a little caucasian girl, trying to alight from her elephant

The elephant was still standing on all its fours, but was moving towards me

She was here to help me!

Out of nowhere, a little girl in white,

Riding on the back of her huge, pink elephant that was holding a string in its trunk-

A string that culminated in a knot,

A knot that gripped the moon by its base, which glowed upon the path ahead of them!

I was delighted, I was crying, but happy and filled with gratitude for this savior-

A fairy that'd come to save me from an alien invasion!

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This dream was inspired by the elite art of 1MAGINATE

am grateful to him and Maria Lucia

Probably Just a Wish

How I wish

I had

More blissful sex,
getting high on shrooms,
building an AI program that actually does something useful,
ridding a big open-roof vehicle with trance music
into an endless wild countryside,
getting laid some more,
fuck! getting high and experiencing extra-terrestrial life -
doesn't matter where, as long as I can come back
and re-live the experience...

No rules to follow,
no job,
just me
living life the way I deem it should be,
and finding the people to make it happen.

Knowing that I am
sentient or why not
- discovering my true purpose in life.

How I wish these things could come true
In this or the next life

I wish it could be true,

That these wishes talk to me 

about What Real Heaven Must Have Been

If I had not fallen from grace.

I wish to return into grace,

And

It's probably not just a wish..

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magical trippy art from AustinE31891

4 Different Spaces!

I had the most disturbing dreams the other night.
I visited 4 different planets-
Each varying in its configuration and species,
And each next one left the other wanting something...


First I went to this strangest of places
It was like spending all one's life trapped on an infinitely straight enclosed Wall of China
No corners, no roofs and surprisingly no pits!
If you had to move past someone, you'd walk right through them!
The strange citizens of this tube planet could only discern by count and extension
At the bar every night, I'd seek directions from this bad stream
And it would always be the same - like in every bad dream-
Take three feet backwards, two feet in your face, one foot front or back
And never dare make one turn!


Then I got splattered on a flat place- such a complex grid planet
For no matter how real it seemed, everything just seemed real
Everyone born in halves - the part boy the other girl!
And even when they did get married - the part men the other wives!
Some folks did seem real, walking about with phantom partners
But no matter where they walked, everyone knew their turns back home!
The last cross on that face, I was gasping for breath
When I left that draughts and naughts place to navigate some other space...



The third dream was damn real!
With three sides for each scheme and even time for coffee cream!
There were curved embraces from strange flat faces
There were fast spinning dancers and flying cube cancer
I recall meeting that conjurer at the Zero Scale Hotel
Who could multiply one's cake by changing its shape!
It was one delightful but strange curved place,
With different people aging in varying directions!
And before I'd seen my curious Button case, I awoke onto the final space...

There was no one in sight, everything racing fast as light!
It was one immense endless form-
Streets in infinite directions, some emerging where others had just vanished!
It felt like a sojourn of a one Hawking or some other Hilbert shape-shifter!
Then I felt all my limbs vanish as a blanketing uncertainty engulfed all my senses!
In a flash of one moment, I thought I had a glimpse of the one god
And then it became clear - this was the ultimate One Space!
It was a rewarding nightmare, that hypercomplex quantum race!

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This poem is inspired by chapter 3 of Dr. Noel Curran's The philosophy of mathematics and natural laws: another Copernican revolution. I wrote this poem partly to celebrate Noel Curran (1915-2010), whose less celebrated work probably "opens the way to the final unification of physics" - maybe his legacy shall be noticed sometime in the future.

Awesome Art from GraceLungArtPallete

Psychedelic Information

A little perspiration
A little cold but pleasant aura
Magnetic bliss sprouting up into my axonness,
Every character, a flavored tactile message of love to my brain
The one with the sistrum plucks obscure melodic mantras into my liquid ears
A little inspiration flies into sight ahead of me on this voyage
Cows of pink and and deities you can't strip...

A fractal fractures,
Spraying bits of entropy into the ether
The last finger leaves the keyboard
As the instinct in me fires onto the infinite sprint
A melancholic speechlessness, into all your zombiefied microchips...

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genius art by nprkr

Hallucinogenic Trip Train

Eyes are heavy, thoughts are getting sketchy

It's that time again, onto the hallucinogenic train

Yesterday was the zombie punk trip

The kind that treks void, black, passive Kalahari dunes,

And dissolves into the sweet dead obsidian graveness

With Occasional specters and delightful Picassos

I saw lakes of lemon with suns burnt in blue

There were gals I fancy, riding big pink fat camels

And I'd often sing that long cryptic song lyric

Aroused from my seat when the dispatch whistle blew

I sought all my luggage from that hollow soft gray carriage

And behold!

Twas me again, 

Fighting to hold onto a nocturnal melodrama!

My Eyes are now heavy,

And am now off to sleep...

Turi and The Necessary Insanity

   Turi was not your surreal beautiful and smart  girl,
She was distinctly exquisite and
In fact, she could easily be sat next to any silicon prince
And nothing on the outside would readily nullify that.
   Raised on a staple diet of nobility,
The progeny of modern-day elitism
Few didn't envy the curse she bore
They were all rational and empty!
   There were many like her-
Adorable piles of structure and perfection
Dressed in suits of tar and pageant pinks
Walking in rectified queues to their capitalist cubicles of reward,
Others boiling with frustration and
Politely hurling insults at the procrastination beast lurking in the road towards their promised nirvana.
   But Turi was wrong!
She was not adorable!
She was not precious!
Turi was not gifted and neither did she churn marvels.
She was no more human than the man walking ahead of her!
She was the lovely girl everyone knew and loved,
And she went to bed that one night, anticipating the start of yet another revolution of the Big and familiar Cog.

Tu ri woke u p the next morning to a seemingly sto ch ast i cfate
Only to never realize Turi moulted overnight into an embracing enigmatic hysteria
We never noticed nor acknowledged the extension of her flux ion back then
And maybe, never will.
   Bred on stoical dreams of her old overlords,
She'd never experienced tears of the emerging sybl
At once broken yet joined in her pain.
The fetus of emotion inside of her shattered the reflection in her mirror!
The cataclysm was ripe, having met the other side thus.
   You should have followed me to that scene on the morning Turi became human
What'd remained of her pony-tails standing on end like polarized ferrous nails
Attempting to scream sense back into the jagged princess scattered all over her bedroom floor
You can only imagine what drama it was when her phone's Siri synchronized with her now waning sanity
Auto-magically invoking a sinister amen-break into her blaring speakers.
   Not about to risk loosing it's 9th aether,
The feline beauty, now thrice scathed fled thru her window into the morning sun outside
Turi looked on in aghast awe as her little beast landed 4 floors to the bottom
Chaos had finally proven fit for survival, and celebrating the super-human she'd now become
She followed suit thru the window, to meet her darling fate.
   Neither the students of Freud nor those of Jung have been able to successfully reproduce her metamorphosis
But we all envy and adore the hand behind those few undefiled, unstolen pastels at the Turi Memorial
And even our best Field Medalists can only scratch the surface of her post-transcendent algebras in the diaries she left behind,
Wondering as to what sort of entity possessed her form, on the day she alighted from her chaste and elite self
To become one of the most celebrated insanities of all time.
   16 years she stayed in the ward that came to bare her name,
And the one thing she always spoke into the tiny black cassette recorder was
"Turi is a hu mAn now".


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The Awesome Art all from Saccstry (here and here).
The Sick and Genius music from +Kikaruu Namba (Datakineta).

Giving Birth to the Übermensch

First I shall strip myself of the fear
Outgrow memories of a dark and empty christian past
And take me and the mother to a serene Savannah,

Occasionally facing our pride on this delightful voyage chosen thus.

It shall be a 9 months of perspiration and revelation
As I shake my own apriori foundations
Ensuring we both survive the stormy dialectic
A requirement for all with the übermensch potentiality


Am not sure it will cry or just die
But I shall smile on the minute it is born
For a novel and rewarding problem shall have been born
Not for a God uncaring below nor above
But for a man and woman with vision and immaculate love for their new born


Survive it must if indeed it is
For even the frail can not be saved from their own will to death
I shall probably become that parent I've dreamt-
Even though dreams are not to be trusted, the symbols therein I give respect thus

The übermensch must not be slave to our dead fantasies
And it shall at once have the freedom to play, dream and create

Hunting down gnomes and salamanders in the ruins of Atlantis

Constructing legos in the hope of warping space-time

Or merry-making with princes in the gardens of Oz.
I shall nevertheless sneak in Zermelo-Fraenkel and the other 39 axioms beside the cot

As the übermensch must awaken to a certain path 

As long as they haven't become yet

In that regard, I shall be limiting.


Oh hell no! There shall be no nose in its will to become
And if I should see that social beast lurk in the shadows-
Plotting the means to cast its spell of the herd,
I shall personally arise from my casket unlike my Transylvanian brethren
And whether be it noon or the hour of the crying banshee
Drive the stake through them so as to severe the passion between their soul and demon!


I shall impart my teaching be I dead or living:
That truth is relative for the finite, and only absolute for the infinite
Utility lies in the approximate, masters own their formula
Consistency drinks it's curse,
As being consistent and complete is inherently void

Behind, with, ahead and eventually over!

To fly is to grok reason and emotion my child.
Avoid rhetoric, and don't stupidly abstain against nature's laws

God is Dead, but the useful symbol remains
Create your own Gods or men will choke you with theirs

The immortal you seek are those who've embraced death
If your father and mother were humans
Be proud at last.

Don't Like Me please, Just come Home

Gather oh fellow prisoners of the great spider,

Listen and don't torment your squeaky mice just yet-

It's not rain, when you can't wait to hear the thunder...

The night I was born still lingers somewhere near that horizon,

But the rain already sounds different on my roof!

I recall that day it rained turkeys at grandma's-

Trust me, it was fun with us sucky little brats embracing her dusty humor!

Everyone I knew did it!

Get sometime and go commune with their distant folk;

Instant didn't matter, and more so spinning little scrolls onto fleeting birds!

If you had to share the gourd or laugh with fellow drunkards, you needn't wear a hoodie!

OK, press FFWD on my cassette

The record says 2013, January 29th;

Bass is the new drum,

And everyone and their dog has a phone in their browser-

Feels like the entire Chinese dynasty lives next door!

Suddenly, everyone hates me!

Everyone attacks my choice of words

Wielding swords of slander inscribed with insignia from Nazi barracks!

I can't draw unicorns in the sand no more-

As everyone comes to the party on 3 horses or more.

So she asks me, "what's with yo dead status?"

I've never updated my virtual self beyond "creating" one,

And none of my folk are my family anymore

Worst of all, I never navigated to nor liked their homes!

There's too much proximity, I can't breathe inside this space no more

And for fear of loosing myself

Am shutting them all out!

All out and even removing their pictures off my prostrate walls.

Oh no! Almost made me draw the Uzi towards that soft tap at my door!

You see, that good ol'farmer across the street still comes over every evening;

We still laugh about scents from his pipe,

And I still love cuddling his little kittens-

140 Characters of Text never gave me this!

And no emoticon ever smiles at me like he does!

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The awesome art from kevinleedrum

The mystical io6 maps

On a dark, quiet afternoon,

6 farmers from the plains of Tazmania

Dressed for the centennial phoenix-egg-search extravaganza

Turned up at the local seer's office

Who twas said, possessed arcane wisdom of the mystical i06 maps

Apocalypse, Ecstasy, Machines and 2012

In ecstasy and joy
Counting down the remaining 36 hours
This has been a remarkable leap year in my life

As I ride on these bi-wheels,
The life force rushing into my nostrils
Tingling my nerves and nourishing my adrenaline rush
+Headhunterz  plays notes of hardness into my inner soul
Earth has never seemed so much a paradise to me as it's been this year!

The pleasing taste of fresh fruit on the tongue
The warm reassuring hug and morning kisses
A pursuit of work for it's own end
Self-awareness and freedom to fulfill my duties
Occasional bliss and moments of trance as I dissolved into rhythm and music
The feeling of satisfaction and gratitude when I finally became aware of my humanness!

Am surrounded by the evolution of our creation at every front
Wearable and Embedded computing
Thinking and Emotional Circuits
Augmented Reality and sentient glass
Machine Learning
And the year of Shinichi Mochizuki!

With zombified tales of another apocalypse that would never come,
In the wake of the night
I've dreamt dreams of grandeur and awe of tomorrow's morning

A morning of ubiquitous computing
The mystical Singularity of Bayesian machines
Mind uploading, self-healing and Time travel
Am delighted at the future we are creating!

In the wake of such ever unceasing threats to advancement
Paradoxical debates on the planet's eco-fate
Fears of increasing mass-mind-programming
Phobias of authority's omnipresence
The apparent curse of capitalism
Still, man strives on
And genius is born every morning, to see humanity through to the next day

I've marked my first quarter of a century of achievement
And If I should die before stepping into the year 2013
I wish to say that 2012 was a very good year!


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The Awesome Creative Art by drosera-sundews