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Sep 22, 2011
Open Source BlogWar project proposal #.020911420.1
Can some of you coding wizards please create a free open source widget/app/website/.exe/flashy thingy that allows each individual blog in global existence to enter aforementioned "BlogWar"
where every player starts with weapons and defenses relative to their BlogWARStats (open sourced AlGore(G.H.W.)ythmic (not TMable) ) -
LogValueHater (not TMable)
which keeps a "realtime"
live record of numbers
of Fushes bucked.
Just for bragging rights;
Motto: "Where electricity is mightier than the sword and YOU can publicly talk shit behind peoples' backs."
Or let me know where to begin?
:)
References:
" In Communication: The Social Matrix of Psychiatry, Gregory Bateson defines metacommunication as "all exchanged cues and propositions about (a) codification and (b) relationship between the communicators"(Ruesch and Bateson, 1951, p. 209)
https://secure.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/wiki/Meta-communication "
where every player starts with weapons and defenses relative to their BlogWARStats (open sourced AlGore(G.H.W.)ythmic (not TMable) ) -
LogValueHater (not TMable)
which keeps a "realtime"
live record of numbers
of Fushes bucked.
Just for bragging rights;
Motto: "Where electricity is mightier than the sword and YOU can publicly talk shit behind peoples' backs."
Or let me know where to begin?
:)
References:
" In Communication: The Social Matrix of Psychiatry, Gregory Bateson defines metacommunication as "all exchanged cues and propositions about (a) codification and (b) relationship between the communicators"(Ruesch and Bateson, 1951, p. 209)
https://secure.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/wiki/Meta-communication "
Sep 21, 2011
Blog Leader Pretend
This is your life
and these are your times...
you have been given the freedom to do as you see fit.
R.E.M. singlehandedly justified
white American song and dance
for the entire first decade
that G.H.W Bush began his
"Thousand Points of Light"
jihad.
Rest in Peace !!!
You taught me there was more to music
than the Beatles as a lonely child
finding clues and treasure
playing Goonies
on a Nintendo
in a suburb
at night
.
and these are your times...
you have been given the freedom to do as you see fit.
R.E.M. singlehandedly justified
white American song and dance
for the entire first decade
that G.H.W Bush began his
"Thousand Points of Light"
jihad.
Rest in Peace !!!
You taught me there was more to music
than the Beatles as a lonely child
finding clues and treasure
playing Goonies
on a Nintendo
in a suburb
at night
.
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Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
Legalize It
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
Legalize It


