I got an idea for a automatic cheese making machine. Heres how it works. Buy one gallon of milk (preferablly whole milk). Place in refridgerator. Unplug refridgerator for a week. Check milk and breath deeply the lovely smell of home made cheese. It worked for me.


Kingdom Come
I’m going back to my head
Going to re-wander through the memory-hills and the hope-valleys
I’m searching for the oxen and the force that cracks my whip
What drives them aimlessly, as water knows more to its direction
If I want to fight the river I must not walk up stream, but just stand
All these things combine against me in the nature of my land
This world is unplotted, dis-geographed and inexplicable with modernization
I have found whole civilization of a disassembled caste system buzzing with noise
In the distance there is a slate statue in salute, to which pollutants have taken hold
Eyes are thrown at the foreigner like stones to a sinner
It is hard for me to digest this town, I’m lost in their tongue
I stumble and bump into traffic, mules and carts, tall men and cold iron
Walking down the previously burrowed paths I am verbal-motionally attacked
Even the beggars spit arrows at my ears, my heart being hacked at
Making my way to the one thing that I have kept my eye on, the one in salute
The slate seems warmer than any soul in this town
So I follow upon a narrow path that narrows
Until I reach the statue that resembles a once reverend man
A king of some sort, with a scroll of unfamiliar inscriptions lain at the feet
My glance is drawn up with the ever increasing evidence of winged fowl visitations
Upon looking at the carved face, I am drawn back
Surprised, flustered, discussed at what I am.
My face is the same at that man
Once a revered figure of this land, my person is no longer welcome
What is it that I was or would have done?
Who am I now that I am no one?
My thoughts shoot back to the etched words in stone
I can now strangely read what has been set in decades ago
“We were his ideas. We were his hopes. We were his passions. We were his lovers. This man left all he had in search of more, when all he needed was to ask right next door.”
How foolish of me, what is it that I have left for all that had loved me?
I have let down these people as I have let myself decay
I forgot what I was searching for and have been wandering
Stripped of my knowledge, of what I know and what I knew
I start of in search of what I was searching for.

sorry for the change in my blog...i messed up with grave proportions....im trying to figure out what is goin on here..so give me a few.

Who Do
At the back of my mind down at the sea
Delicious little girls throwing candy at me
Sayin who do you say and who would have quit
I don’t need you to tell me what’s legit
Singin’
I’m the only one
Loving the world and the world is loving me
Said the only one
Loving the world as the world is loving me
Singin one to the people
And one to the world
One to my love
And one to the world
Followed the bridges out to the sea
Suspicious ideas are coming through me
Sayin who do you know and who’s in the ground
Music is all the love that I found
Keep singin’ now
I’m the only one
Loving the world and the world is loving me
Said the only one
Loving the world as the world is loving me
Singin one to the people
And one to the world
One to my love
And one to the world
I finally realized all that I need
Give away everything that’s been given to me
Sayin who do you buy and who’s always concerned
Take a look and wonder what is learned
Never stop now.

Oh Boy
It’s a sun-shown Saturday
A sun-shown Saturday
The bright will help me find
My love today
It’s a sun-shown Saturday
As-bold-as-I am, I will not go
I know I need, I need to know
Today
It’s a sky-ward Saturday
A sky-ward Saturday
I realize I cant fight
I’ve lost my right today
It’s everything in my head that came true
Cause truth is what I know so it must be true
Followed evening stars to evening trips
Followed every word from topless lips
As I grow to wrinkles, I want to grow
I want my brain to get rid of its mold
I want to name everyday Saturday
So Saturday can be everyday
And everyday is always today

Say NO to ING'S
Speaking of ing’s
What about…POINT Blankers
truly topped hypothetical bulges
Finally non-regurgitated substance to take heed
Whining?…CEASE all ing’s
Worded to conceive the believable
Who wears caution tape on their forehead?
Thoughts trip on uneven sidewalk without a leash
Shot, shot, shot, shot
When uneducated men congregate
They create and define what it means to fabricate
Whatever system they need to find ownership
Of the things they don’t own
Carbonless copies, if you will.
Now that heeding has taken place, Polaroid and Recycle.

Rewrite the Ending
Where is the one thing that will soothe the world’s soul
Will death come to us all, young and more
Personified by callused feet, blooming by an orange sky
How many men will be fertilized
How many stalks can be reaped
The cause of it all can’t be changed by man
Because it is man
Everyday sunshine withdrawals the truth from within us
Blows it by our eyes
It is the empty stomach we feel and the sadness writing poetry that reveals
What everything was trying to say
Still, we are oblivious to the nature within
Don’t let discrete eyes of truth pass
With speech that reveals a blink
You want to know about a creator
A constant
Just look us in the eye

The following phone conversation took place on Friday September 12, 2003 at approximately 9:40 in the a.m. The man’s voice was unfamiliar, with a deep Brooklyn NY accent. Something in his voice seemed angry, troubled, or irritated.
Conversation Commenced:
Me: Hello?
Guy: I almost got caught last night.
Me: O.k.…?
Guy: Yeah, is this Mr. Knotts?
Me: No.
Guy: Is Mr. Knotts there?
Me: No.
Guy: Is this the Knotts residence?
Me: Uh no, you have the wrong number.
Guy: Well why didn’t you say so, you MORON!
Me: I did, you called here … (silence)…so thanks.
End of Conversation

hey, i got the web address www.save-the-humans.com
so go there to check out my blogger..cause i linked them.
i will be putting my new site with that address when i get it done.
so im on my way to somewhere...at least farther along to getting a somewhat worthy site up.

cell-phones cause cigerettes to double your death
When I need somebody, I’m alone
And when I need to be alone
I am congested,
By all you systematic fools
All you hypercritic tools
With your hundred cell phone tones
I am heart broken when I see
A beautiful soul smoking
Ask me why I care
All the world’s beauty is going to fade
I feel the pain your lungs feel every day
Shot in the heart at a glance
25 souls a minute more and more
I feel their unfelt pain
What I see is in reverse
Someone getting smoked
While smoking themselves
Quiet
I don’t want to waste my thoughts
If you don’t care yourself
My sympathy has something better
To waste its time on

Boink
In an instant my eyes were polka doted
And tears were gleaming down here
I can say cause I was there
I apologize for the way I describe it to you
It must have been the air, quite visible
Even though I couldn’t see I knew what was there
All was clear
I must say
Everything was belittled and I knew
Nothing small was there
Overwhelming clear
I couldn’t avoid down there by my side
Smashed into my head a falling star
Biting below the belt
As before,
I apologize for the way I describe
Windex couldn’t keep up
Glass eyes were clearer
Every bit of light shown in
On my head lay bricks and a bump
Easily
Sweet easily

Duty
In order to have peace
You first must have war
At least that’s what they tell me
On the streets
Where the people are in charge of people
And greed persuades them

This is to show the way
Way we call livin’
Livin’ in humanity
Humanity with a society

It seems to contradict
Up levies and down to the plains
Face to face people who say
“I live this way” but state the obvious
In perspective and close eye
We don’t live like we say

This is to show the way
Way we call livin’
Livin’ in humanity
Humanity with a society

War is to show who is better
But trust in war to decide
And every man becomes faceless
No art can define a thousand years
Blank minds with no cause
We have come so far
With everything to show
But knowledge is a baby born
Doesn’t know about the past
So to condense a lifetime
Continue on
Starting over
Blank begins..
Con-
Tin-
Ue.

being born as we have, we now face death. Go about looking at everyone as dying people, because that is the truth. The buddhists have a saying "Which will come first, tommarrow or the next life... who is to know?" . Espically today when there are so many ways to die, it is possible we will not make it to the next day.

oh..by the way. Im also trying to get a newer website going with the help of my wiz brother. hopefully it will keep you on one site and not following all these crazy links I have...well dont hold your breath because im no genius.

zoom zoom. Im alive once again. Im trying to get back into the swing of things...even though i dont know exactly where that place is. Well i hope someone has missed me...or wondered where my passion has vacationed..because..it's back.

It's quite right that it's white, because I know black and blue ain't far behind
This must be a case for the coconut spy
Running down my ear like a vanilla lie
It's quite right that it's white, becuse I know others ain't far behind
Feeling canned
Bottled up
Shrinked wrapped and ready to be sold
What are these explosions in my head
It must be something that was not said
Im always waiting to get out, waiting to get out
These thoughts always stir
Diagnosed with the syndrome of restless words
Dont need to be medicated
Just need my fruit to be loose like a parachute
Its just quite right.

ok im done for the summer and i got nothing to do, no where to go, i got to be sadated.

OK, here's the deal. This passage is me sitting out side taking sentences from peoples conversations as they walk past me. So I wrote random sentences down, and then it sounded like one big conversation...u follow? As you will read the first sentence is what inspired me because it was completely random. Each sentence is from a different conversation...and the things in parentheses are a description of things I saw.

Conversation: Outside Johnson Hall
I got alot of dead cats
Rub it in my face, Im leaving
Thanks man
Your good, ok stop
Its not fair, that was so close to victory
Its all about how you present yourself to be
Lets go your short way
Well cause I cant, I dont know why
So whats the poison for?
(cough) (written on a shirt: practice sucks, but i love the shoes)
Your falling behind here
Hey, are you leaving tonight?
What?! you dont think i wouldn't have any money
I counted it up, you can miss 28 questions
That sucks, well, call me before you leave or something
(some guys walk by carring someone tied up at the ankles, wrists, and a blind fold on. They are laughing and struggling to carry him)
Create a baracade so no one sees him
(The street lights come on)
Holla!!
I have to pee oh my god
I just want to grab a waffel in the morning except i dont want to wake you up
ARRG, 4 hit combo
Well this should be a good experience for you then
I got it professionally spray painted
ok peace

end of conversation

We just had a near life experience.

eeegggg....finals.i have pleanty of time, but i know i should be studying...eh. i dont really care, i'll just tell it how it is, if i learned stuff the i learned it. if not then theres no bother trying for just a grade..man i cant believe that its come down to this, a master race of bubble fillers, scantron kings, where letters and numbers tell me how much im worth and how smart i am. well i better go before im labeled as a failure just because i cant apply my learning through filling in circles with my pencil, my number 2 pencil because the machine that tells me how smart i am cant understand me if i use a pen.

so simple yet so true
its the afternoon sun glistening on skin that wishes to be devoured
if bliss had siblings they could hold everyones hand
alas, it turns me to see it not so, reality wears no mask
and yet it is the faces, of grim posture and degraded faith, that deliver me
at no extra charge i carry them in my pocket, to add wealth to my purse
thine eyes inspire, teach, and corrode my spirit like a father to his ill advised son
and whence set on a task, the child without walls first stumbles, then walks
learning from a stubbed toe, but at least to say there will be no more stubbed toes
it is of these men that I collectivley mold my dreams
using only the best of beards to filter wisdom
sticking quarters into slots of carbord signs designed to provoke at least some reaction
some reaction, i know not what others take, for my reaction has been a movement
the movement of wild birds to the south, for it tis not instinct that we cast our eyes south
by these who stutter, on willingness to please or hestitant for greetings,
make them the full bodied model that has eroused retinas
tis years of knowlege and pain and toothless smiles that sit not to be judged
for it is one of the simplest pleasures that we all have yet to discover
the luxury of time and watching fools hurry by pretending to be important
for i wish i were bold enough to take on the task to observe
my courage dwindles at their giving to us in need, blessings
tis so simple yet i know nothing more true
bliss sits on the corner blowing kisses only to acknowlegment