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Chapter 1
_________


"woops"


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The End.

]]> ~Ja-Wohl http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/10275487/ http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/10275487/ Tue, 03 Oct 2006 19:25:37 PDT i dont know if there's a difference between wind and air.

tangible- you can't touch it? grasp it, hold it clenched in your fist until it pops in external suffolcation, exploding in a microcosmos of the gooey big bang?

or understood- no, slash that- realized by epidermal perceptions? the pressure is on, arm hair does not inheritantly conscieously move, protein anemonematic cornfields rippling up and down your bicep. but its so elusive. is it abstract?

air. information. event. wood.
_____________

When is wrong right?
(Phallic turn necessity does when?)
_____________

We like what we see.
Even when not.
Fuji 6x9
Dark slide of the iris
_____________

2 by 2, 4 by 4
everything always comes in multiples.
You are unique.
3 words.
______________

Size is relative.
Reality is subjective
Relativity has no value
except to organize
the constant change
of chaos.
You are a construct.
Entropy happens.
_______________

Even the buttefly is flightless without the help of nature. A dispossessed monarch.//The deposited heirarchy is the lint in my navel.
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end.





beginning

]]> ~Ja-Wohl http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/9981720/ http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/9981720/ Tue, 05 Sep 2006 19:42:17 PDT ~Ja-Wohl http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/9889864/ http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/9889864/ Mon, 28 Aug 2006 21:01:25 PDT I feel like I should write you a letter. Schick you ein Brief. Today, collapse, and yesterday.
Yestreen.
But now?
Maybe I'm too tired to write. Too anxious? Too...jaded; everything, at one point, has been said and done? Maybe it's just that I'm fed up with It all, that searching for a meaning is driving me madder- and darker. It's almost equivalent to solving the question, "What's the difference between an orange?" Especially if you're blind, deaf, dumb, and comatose, and lost in Calliope's maze on Crete. Right now, I'd give a material anything to be the aforementioned for three days. Watch out- heed?- the satyr. Sphynx? Sarcophagus? CENTAUR! Why am I compelled to validate my existence in 20/500 vision, when the songbird can be heard singing from the beech tree protruding from the black lagoon? Twittering into my realm, pulling on the lifestrings with two pliers and a pencil sharpener. Plop, the twat belts out descants and variations of a chromosymatic nurturing degree-side showercap.

I hate "whatever." But you know what? No, you don't.

I'm a point where things go up and never fizzle down, where the cattail fries in the morning heat, as the earthworm shimmies onto the sidewalk only to have its crispy pathetic existence dribble ooze out of its exoskeletonangular tubey turd called its body. Silent Bob shouldnt talk, but who am i to complain?

Wazitmattah?

Glory gone rotten, fermenting in my rusty Ninja Turtle garbage can.

At least the drones contribute to skewed subsistence. The bees still collect honey. Mah little huneybunie they call the rising sun, Ekenywa. And in retaliation I sit and wait for a "no go". Astronomical delicacies of the great Taj Mahjal.

I dont want to say I need you, because I dont like being vulnerable. Hey, DNA says I'm human. This is questionable. Never put yourself in the position of being desperate. Frogs dont eat with forks, but we still shouldnt eat with our toes. Engorge yourself with your cornea and amyglada. I think I'll post this on deviantart. BECAUSE I CAN. The apathetic self-righteous oblivious world could always do with more angst and dreams of math teachers in bike helmets. Even right....NOW! NOW! RIGHT NOW!

The temptation is looming, and may inner peace never befall you.
Tschuss,
* ]]> ~Ja-Wohl http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/9519462/ http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/9519462/ Fri, 28 Jul 2006 06:18:17 PDT
restless


my life is

dull


i need

answers


and action


---to


------stop


-------------suffocating



celestine prophet?

time bomb EXPLODE!


must..... ]]> ~Ja-Wohl http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/9192370/ http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/9192370/ Mon, 26 Jun 2006 18:32:51 PDT
I

hip hop scotch|
pickety pockety potch
kajoi!ngey boingey zoing
pencil


IIa

karibba\
antiga
hot polygeza
mwowm//Quaternasia


IIb

bang da bay\\
eugelay
fang de el du
pow/


III

abra kadabra sploosh :<>


VXIIL

bedroom eyes
no surprise
iwoah!


IV
and privacy Rests on the eternal
load of the mouth
in which all compels to
be found by
dig
gin
g deep
shallow
withheld among the posies
and calendula cue ten
and laurels (anbd anud antd)
posers amid the throng of
THRASHING
waiting
Watching and hearing
but o
not sbeeing or listening, of course, nor absorbing
the telnder tendril of wisps
smog ismoke Serpentine
twirlinvg twisting twister of languid dreary (drudgery?)
immatiure masculinity of the age-old time-warp
ubiquitoous fools fading brightly into the background beside(s?) you
breathiung
n s
w
o
d
your neck, insipid porosity cussed broke back support idontwanttosayignorance
and fall, get up NO! WAIT! STOP! HALT! CEASE! DONT!
Dont?


V

Abhaya, por favor Dharmachakra
Not Varada, wanton discipline of VitarkaDhyanaBhumisparsha
Footprint in the dust but permanence enchanted


VI

some say the world turns round
others, elliptical

VII
Actung!
)Achoo!(

VIII
I am
not
a poet

IX
and That is never all, because- ]]> ~Ja-Wohl http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/8943796/ http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/8943796/ Thu, 01 Jun 2006 19:02:53 PDT "Good sir, you are waiting for Godot."
"?"
"Koyaanis quatsi;
Staerke;
dochas..."
________________________________________ ________________

Hey man

How goes it?

Thanks for your lovely text messages. And for your concern. Much appreciated.

So, yeah, doesn't look like I'll be returning to the Ithaca area until either A) Grassroots or B) Aug 21st as a hiking/camping IC orientation leader. That should be fun. I participated in that program as a newbie last year, and it was awesome. It was in Harot forest, and there was much glee as drums pounded, naked rainbow hippies frolicked, labyrinths were constructed, stars were tasted, grass was sniffed, and water was lapped against flesh.

"Dont roll over so easy"?!? Wtf, mate.

Dude, I'm not one for being a sycophantic automatic door mat. But the circumstances that arose...well, point-blank, they suck. It's been mentally arduous, physically strenuous, and all in all not good. I have done-and am doing-everything I can to alleviate and remedy the situations. However, I have decided that I can't just hop on a Shortline bus and sputter away from my problems, as much as I want to, as much as I am truly SICK of it all. I have responsibilities, that have either been instilled/brainwashed in me or that I have forced upon myself (haven't figured out which one, and once a conclusion is drawn, many other question marks will be transformed into exclamation points). Escaping to Ithaca would be a temporary solution, but would have cataclysmic repercussions on innocent parties. The law of unintended consequences. We all live downstream. Ignorance isn't bliss when you have glimpsed the truth. I would be placing a period where there should be a comma.

Or at least that's what I have been telling myself.

No doubt about it, it would be stupendous to be able to see you, feel you, smell you, discuss with you in the flesh, in the same space/time punctuation. To not have to rely on undulating transparent nihil-massiton inorganic(?) intergalactic obtuse acute tasteless tactless WAVES to communicate with ya'll up there. Carpal tunnel andslashor brain tumors, pick your poison.

Alas, the ideal will have to transgress to a different reality, one located in that black box between your ears. Next summer will manifest the spectacular.

Speaking of the surreal, Ecuador was orgasmic. Quite. It lasted two weeks...didn't end up traveling afterwards, which, upon reflection, is good thing, considering I don't know any Spanish (had to resort to bodily contortions, massive arm thrusts, squats, a sort of jungle boogie dance/limbo to mime simple sentences). Instead, my concerned professor made a deal with me, that I wouldn't go this summer on my hans-solo adventure, and instead, I can return some other summer as his assistant, paid, and THEN travel afterwards. Imagine: looong hikes, toucans, hummingbirds, pumas, bastardly Incans, overgrown Yumba Indian trails, lunar baths, primary forests, ancient trees dripping with moss, pick up soccer games, 3 gringos versus 22 3-9 year olds, intense hardcore volleyball played with soccer balls, orchids, stray dogs, conversation with cattle in cow-ish, waterfalls, hammocks, fluteish instrument, mandolin/mini-guitarish thing, poncho, local youngsters enamored with cameras, wheelbarrows, beware of falling livestock, trout farms, people absent-mindedly waving hello while their machetes slice the air, riding on top of pickup trucks, visiting a mountaintop village where the average age of death is 125, entering broken towns only to find out that they exhibit more life then the supposedly civilized village you grew up in, harmony of old and new, breathtaking scenery, catching our breath after running for our lives from fireworks spouting from "the vaca loca"- some wooden contraption that launches wild fireworks INTO the crowds during a celebration in Nanegal on the last night...
So I romanticize the events in nostalgic placation. But not by much.

The local photo store recently alerted me that my photos had been developed. Delay the opening of them, stifle the hyper impulse to tear open the white envelopes right then and there in the store, creating a blizzard of paper-stock confetti as I scramble to visually relive the previous two week. Anticipation of the reward is the feeling we crave most when offered something- it isn't the end itself, according to neurologists, but the journey. Back home, plop myself down on the wood porch. As my finger hastily slices the glue, my toes curl around the grass, the action of them wrenching the green out of the drugged soil simultaneously mimicked in the whipping out of the photos, the freeing of them from their ivory bar-coded coffin. And guess what images appeared on their gl... ]]> ~Ja-Wohl http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/7905931/ http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/7905931/ Wed, 15 Feb 2006 11:45:32 PST 1. Is violence necessary for complete revolution?
2. Why do I procrastinate?

Ok, oK, DREI Frage, was noch?
3. Why, even though I'm in my ninth year of studying the Deutsche Sprache, why is impossible for me to speak a coherent, fluent sentence in German? I can read it, I can pretty much write it, I can understand it when someone's speaking to me....But why can I not verbally reply back? AHHHH

Bis spaeter!
Tschuss,
Zel


Warten Sie!
Eine Moment...
Ich habe einen Uhrwurm, lassen sie mir, bitte, es zu singen:
Yankee Doodle went to town, riding on a gopher,
Bumped into a cherry tree and this is what fell over:
40 lbs of ....
greasy slimey gopher guts, mutilated monkey meat, constipated birdie feet,
french fried eyeballs rolling down a dirty street, gee i forgot my spoon
so they gave me ham sandwich, pus on top,
eagle eyeball, camel snot,
all these things that cost a lot, so they gave me vomit with sugar on top!
Pointless story: that little ditty was all the rage in early elementary school. One time, in 2nd or 3rd grade, it was Hat day, and I had my really cool frog hat on, the one where it looks like the neon green leapord frog is mating with my scalp. I wanted to be in the hat "parade", in the auditorium, but I didn't have the song memorized and was too shy to get up there on stage. But the 5th graders of one class could sing it from memory, and they did, and it was fantastik.
The end
Afterword: EJ can beat-box rap, and it's the coolest thing to watch this big-boned 6'2'' caucasion male with long flowing blond hair and blue eyes peering out behind prescription glasses contort his throat, lips and tongue to produce percussion-like sounds. NOW it's the end, my lonely friend. ]]> ~Ja-Wohl http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/7351619/ http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/7351619/ Mon, 19 Dec 2005 05:29:35 PST fuck fuck fuck fuck

i hate this thing called "money". with a passion. the other week my cousin was telling me about this book she read, about some napalese or whatnot civilization that is happy and content and semi-socialist, i guess, but it works. it sounds like paradise, where people dont really get mad and they arent materialistic, and so on. but of course, Barbie Dolls are now popping up in the tents dark-haired nomadic kids.
fuck

money is so limiting. it takes away your freedom while giving off the image that it actually gives you freedom.
fuck


with all this being said, i need money. like woah. geld, ka-ching, pesos, lire, whatnot, i need it, and i need it bad. not because i'm told i need it, but because i actually do need it. and i dont know where to get it. but i need lots. LOTS.
fuck

Or do i?
i dont know. to continue on with my life, in the boring endlessly repetitive predicitble swing of things, i do.
fuck


this entry was pointless.
move on with your lives, people. forget me. i am dead to you.
fuck.



JUST YOU WAIT! ]]> ~Ja-Wohl http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/7198061/ http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/7198061/ Thu, 01 Dec 2005 19:27:31 PST 1. A movie
2. A book
3. A musical artist, song, or album

(B) Second, ask me three questions--no more, no less. Ask me anything you want.

(C) Third, answer these questions I have for you:
1. Why did you join deviantart?
2. If you had been the president of the USA during the 9-11 attacks, how would you have delt with the situtation?
3. Does art immitate life or does life immitate art? ]]> ~Ja-Wohl http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/7102408/ http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/7102408/ Mon, 21 Nov 2005 04:54:02 PST Childhood is artificial, College is a regression
Evolution vs creationism, in the context of stem cell research
My amazing bus ride home
.....which spurred my new fantasy for the future, from the perspective of the ego. (craving it oh so badly)
Raphi, the little girl lost
... which reminds me:
even though childhood is artificial....
the struggle for retaining innocence (and youth?), seen through the eyes of my fortune cookie ("In order to stay young, one must change").

2 more Books to add to the library I want to read:
Thanatopsis- William C. Bryant
Dont Think of An Elephant- Lakof


Later, kids....
Happy I-Killed-You-Because-You-Helped-Me-Survive Thanksgiving Day, in a few days.
Get some sleep. ]]> ~Ja-Wohl http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/7000847/ http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/7000847/ Wed, 09 Nov 2005 14:47:47 PST
but now i'm not

you have just wasted 4 seconds of your life, and you'll never get them back
get on with it, people

going to puke now... ]]> ~Ja-Wohl http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/6905443/ http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/6905443/ Sun, 30 Oct 2005 10:07:48 PST
this halloween, i'm going as an astronaut. why? well, a few weeks ago i went home for a gig at a church. while there, i was in the basement trying to find a lamp to bring back to my dark dormroom, and i stumbled upon all the old halloween costumes. the pumpkin costume my older sister and i wore on our first halloweens. kc's various princess dresses (she's been a princess of some sort EVERY halloween up until this year). my kermit the frog outfit, the one made of green felt and styrofome, the one that my superduperawesomesocool bike helmet was sacrificed to. alexis's cardboard box fence for the time she dressed up as a flower garden. my teenage mutant ninja turtle shell, a painted flying-saucer sled. all home made, that's the way to go. my dad also dresses up for halloween. it's tradition for him to supervise my sisters and i as we gather WAGONS full of candy- all for him to eat, whether its while watching tv, inbetween household chores, or for bringing in to the office for his "co-workers". two years ago, he dressed up as a marshmellow. he wore his disposible toxic-waste suit, this HUGE lightweight unitard, complete with attached hood and booties, that puffs up when there's even a slight breeze. i ran upstairs from the basement, and asked my dad if i could have one of his suits. i brought it back to ithaca, and debated the various uses it held. i could be a marshmellow....no, that's already been done. a bird? i always wanted to be a bird...but i would need feathers and a beak....nah. what else have i always wanted to be? *gasp* i know! an astronaut. it would be amazing to defy gravity, to see the world from a different perspective, to have an otherworldy experience-literally. to know and understand...? i'm completely lost when it comes to physics- i just don't get it- i wish i did, really. but sadly, i'll probably never get a chance to go to space in the next 60 or so years. but fuck that, i'm being an astronaut for halloween, yo!

made a space backpack,complete with jet packs from rancid month-old soymilk cartons (i knew that never taking out the recycling/garbage in my room would pay off! except i forgot to wash them out and it was STINK-O! when i unscrewed the caps). as for the space helmet, there were no fishbowls in michaels nor the dollar tree that were well suited for staying on my head. either they weren't big enough to fit my head in, or they were glass, too heavy for midnight meanderings. (yes, i spent about 1.5 hours sticking my head in fishbowls, and yes, people saw me, and yes it was awkward). i finally ended up buying a grim-reaper mask, which did the trick fine enough. and wahlah!my costume was completed 4 hours before i went to a costume party saturday night.

the party was a lot of fun , with a lot of spazoid moments, and a lot of free beer. and i had a lot of spazoid moments, and a lot of free beer. i went outside to give my stomach a chance to settle, and get some fresh air. it was really cold out, but i had a snowboarding shirt on me and alcohol in me, so it was more refreshing than freezing. man, the nights in ithaca are beautiful. there i sat, sprawled out on the porch in my spacesuit gazing at the stars. this kid alex came over and sat next to me, pretty damn tipsy. but his linguistic skills were working pretty well, and we started talking about those burning balls of gas lightyears away. unselfcensored. it's so cool how the greeks and ancient peoples saw all those pictures in the sky. a documented and deity-ized game of connect-the-dots. i love myths. but its interesting how it's greek MYTHS and Christian FACTS, you know? and i had this bam-clarity moment amid my state of drunken stupor. what it was, i dont remember. this has happened a couple of times, and all i'm left with is a ripple of puzzlement surging through my mind. http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/6774583/ Sat, 15 Oct 2005 12:16:24 PDT I thought it was going to suck, especially since NO ONE is around, but it turned out to be mighty fine. So i've only practiced 1.5 hours out of the 72, even though i'm a performance major.
But i'm not going to go get all rialed up and angsty right now.
ANYWHO
it's been a great time for intro and extro- spection. and guess what!
THE SCANNER IS FINALLY FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and i've figured out how to use these damn emoticons. :stupid me:

so because of the access to this magnificent pixilated portal, and a whole bunch of self-declared "free time", i'm gonna be uploading a buttload of stuff. yes. a buttload. not just the little meager rectum load that i try to ration out now and then, preserving the dignity and special specialness of each individual piece of art. but BLAM the whole kaboose. why? BECAUSE I CAN.

so check 'em out. HUZZAH! ]]> ~Ja-Wohl http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/6739252/ http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/6739252/ Tue, 11 Oct 2005 12:47:40 PDT death is stronger than all of us
in the darkness sometimes you can see better
but theres no off switch
then the only option is to jump but at that moment he sinks
ok i hope you get internet good/computer useage and not read this 2 years from now
cooli 'll bring a sleeping bga
people try and break it down
instead of just saying yeah... wow... what a groooove
when you're a kid you're not afraid to ask questions
then we "learn" that actually, no, thats not ok
becuase if we keep asking we;ll find faults in our "superiors"
we need "Faith like a child"
believe and trust me when I say that the key to life is love
i do
makes you wonder how people are so screwed up
it used to be that in wars most (like 80%) of the people wouldn't fire guns
they would find the men dead with 13 bullets in the barrel
in the Civil War they foun...yeah
I told you?
a mind is a terrible thing to waste
halelujah theres soemone else in the world that understands me
must be that identity crisis)
so hope ur doing dandy!
"Om" was the first sound of the universe
letting it flow
let it go
is geniuous

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Note: i apologize for possible violations
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They will be what we choose, then sucks to be them
i jhope they dont edit me out ]]> ~Ja-Wohl http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/6667276/ http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/6667276/ Mon, 03 Oct 2005 09:30:42 PDT




dont................







know


..............................................................................................................................



thoughthinkiddedumbutt


*hearty effervescent fucksigh* ]]> ~Ja-Wohl http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/6441513/ http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/6441513/ Wed, 07 Sep 2005 13:44:19 PDT
Cliche and apt to change now and then, but at the current moment, it's true.



I realize some people might deem that "unappropriate" right now...I understand. But you know what? I'm not going to apologize. ]]> ~Ja-Wohl http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/6239238/ http://Ja-Wohl.deviantart.com/journal/6239238/ Mon, 15 Aug 2005 23:29:22 PDT
In 5 hours, I'll be on the road to relative freedom. No more nasty CONSTRICTING intolerant STIFILING town in which I've lived my whole unproductive life. I'm movin out- headed to Ithaca College, class o' '09.
My mind wants me to extrapolate more on this topic of beginnings endings continuations, is urging me to pour out the entire contents of my soul and replicate them on this pixilated electrical...thing. But my fingers and pounding headache say no. Besides my reluctance to, *sigh* once again, open up and expose EVERYTHING about me. to people who wouldnt give a shit. at all. the only turdage they would give about what i say would be the fact that, by reading this, they were able to procrastinate and waste their hungry deprived lives, scrounging off the efforts and thoughts of others, those internet leeches latching onto ......
fuck, what was i going to say?
i'm so tired i cant think straight. instead, i'm thinking curved.




but i never really did the former anyway.....

cheers and tschuß,
erin ]]> ~Ja-Wohl