9 2 2015 | life ∞ love | chapter 74 — Manifest Destiny

9
2
2015

life ∞ love

chapter 74 — Manifest Destiny

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“Do not fix your spiritual ideal on a small mountain,
but hitch it to the star
of unqualified divine attainment.

If you work hard, you will get there.”

Ram Gopal

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if Google evolved,
so can i.
all joke aside…
well…
thing is…
already been a butterfly & back again.
thus far in this
life ∞ love
bioscript,
changing font serifs
warn’t never ‘nough
to crystallize the cat.
in a fo-real kinda way.

however.
comes a time in a man’s life,
when he looks in the mirror,
gets Narcissus Dazed,
says 'Rosebud,’
and actually does
metamorphose
all over again —
at which point,
he pretend it somehow
new 'n dif’ & be like:

“hot damn.
now, why didn’t I fly wit’
Mary Poppins’ advice
& spoon full of sugar sooner?”

early bloomers
enough
to make us mӧtley crüe
look blüe.
but as far as learning goes,
showcase remains.
jus’ b/w us babe —
all he want to do
is dance like #ChrisBrown
Once Upon a #SpaceX Rocketship to Pluto.
for time being,
#Snoopy Shuffle
+
a
new comp. pad
must suffice the medley.

& how she sound?
too soon to tell?
naturally, hun.
but do get back 2 us would you?
o could u someday?
too soon to pretend even?
too true, indeed.
afterall —
product yet to be,
& when it comes to
ditching sessions
of
daily lessons,
yours truly
been an ace of late.

in any case,
wheel’s on fire.
if ya wanna peel out,
stick around —
Manifest Destiny
roman candling
herein + yonder

(going west)


blondyn



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6 22 2015 - life ∞ love - Chapter 34 : Working On The Hyperloop

6
22
2015

life ∞ love

Chapter 34 : Working On The Hyperloop

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“Grace under pressure.”

Letter from Hemingway to Fitzgerald

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swinging.
sweating.
singing all the livelong day
and when a love
to pump some blood
into the life
this breadthsome scope?

now now,
know u wanna.
no nah,
we don’t go talking
on
visions of ancient egypt
&
creation by realtime dreaming
&
fairy tale solstice flashings
if we weren’t set
most serious
on delivering america the beautiful to a heart like u…

and what it be like?
what we’re building?
but ought we cut str8 2 naming?

afterall,
talk not hot
without something to show…
all we got here’s
a pair of rails,
stack of tracks,
spikes scattered by expo. dozen…

would consider saying more on
the theoretical transcontinental,
but then again,
a delight to tease—
to keep inviting your curiosity
as this cat press on hustle and brawn…

but come on,
want u to make your mark, too.
and honest,
would not attempt doing this
if not 4 u…

so grip this super hammer,
i’ll hold the spike,
u swing high and strong and follow through w/ a like

(ding!)

square on, kid—
like that,
track laid.
and beyond this 1 here,
together
u + i 2 fix
on the dynamix
of putting a
train
plane
hyperloop through

blondyn

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6 5 2015 - Chapter 18 - Fly Visionary Fly

6
5
2015

Chapter 18

Fly Visionary Fly

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“Don’t get set into one form, adapt it and build your own, and let it grow, be like water.”

—Bruce Lee

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—type type type—

and cut!—that’s a draft.

blondyn collapsed across grassy hilltop like love at last…

lower back—panging.
hyper-extended Achilles—refraining.
leg muscles—tightening, aka, threatening cramps / requesting additional high-voltage post-run stretching.

meanwhile,
blondyn lost
to something like sanctity.

don’t think, he thought.
take 5, he added—
5 minutes to just breath & let the skin sip Sun inside ya…

just then,
a kite swing into sight above.

under weight of the sun,
blondyn turned head.

a girl.
6 or 7?
one-handed + high-flying her kite like newborn natural.

“musta up'n jumped the cradle…”

so get the shot!

blondyn oust’d iPhone—
swiped / framed shot—
girl / kite—bottom left—
freedom tower—top right—
click!
snap!
flash!
and the youth fall back beneath a draft of seeds breezy ‘bove he.

“and just how long can one keep up this exactly?”

thought beckoned—

see those?
seeds of nyc—
stories to be sown & grown unto the dream of truth / beauty.

“okie.”

now if you’re mindful, hearty, moving
some those seeds may bloom way to blondy,
'kay?

“okie.”

remember, babe—
one day, sunset;
til then, sunrise—
so ride & write & ride it high
imaginary blessings happen all ways—
(fly visionary fly)

as watching on the seeds
& the kite swinging in + out the scene—
he reflected on what it all could possibly mean—

blondyn

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28
2015

Chapter 10

Star Light, Star Bright

We feel that we have a responsibility to…
shine the light…
into the darkness

- Blackstar

if only one could fathom on fashioning it to Writing…

…Chapter 9 thought echoed all the way into Chapter 10…
til suddenly—
voice dawned upon him.

“blondyn—” said Vasudeva, “Come here, help us with this.”

blondyn used to work @ Whole Foods Market.
still bought his apple-carrot combo
near every single day

(holy ritual)

“Hold the ladder please while I change this bulb.”

blondyn obeyed,
inwardly
hyper-extending.

“how does this fit to the world of writing?”

again,
he noted the speed of the Supply X Demand Exchange all around him—
NYC Consumers & Producers X HQ Whole Foods Market Interface.

“speed’s one thing,” he said, “but HQness on the fly?”

he got shy.

“how in the world of writing can you flip any tidbit of HQ Realtime Propensity unless it stripped of your very step?”

he got on with it.

“torn of your mojo—rugged as the struggle—bare as your daring do and dedicated reason for which you breath-ride-be?”

he sighed.

Vasudeva removed the burnt out flash,
dropped it in the trash,
grabbed a frash bulb from the produce line.

blondyn got on with it.

“abounding presence of the social media medium be a caliber fit for streaming a day in the life … a true life story … but golly, honestly, who’d care to hear?”

Vasudeva turned stern suddenly.

“You’re in New York City…” he said, “Could you reflect on the times?”

“true.”

“You have a peculiar mode of lifestyle…” he added, “Would you relay insightful perspective?”

“potentially.”

“You have a fascinating story,” he concluded, “Should you touch it with a hint of classic?”

“wait a second V, when did ii ever share you on my story?” he asked, “and in terms of classic, and it ‘nough these days to jus’ be cute 'n motley?”

Vasudeva continued turning the bulb.

“a poetry journalism flash epic delivered daily may honestly be over the top, even for me…” said blondyn, “and yet, could make for a spine—a parallel backbone for a future novel via journalism on the fly—the story—the narrative—the crusade you’ve been ever after all the while…”

never 'fore seen
waves of light
dawning inside realizatory capillaries.

part of him knew it was all nonsense.
possibly yet another transitory fleeting.
but it was endearing him w/ fabulous passing
and he chose to hold onto it as usual with his sacred majestic precious sense of urgency.

and like that, Vasudeva’s light went on.

“There it is.”

checking on blondyn’s firm hold, he climbed down the three steps, one by one
as the young one
kept assessing on
the Train of Thought Experience he was dedicating himself to deliver.

“Here you go.”

Vasudeva handed blondyn the 5 lb bag of carrots he routinely purchased.

“o mama…” he said as accepting, “why not?”

blondyn grabbed up an apple, too, and got on with singing—

“a lot of stars is trekking—
ain’t nothing final about the frontier
Train of Thought came to take you there, yeah
Train of Thought came to take you there, yeah
the Train of Thought came…”

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