Not that I'm anyone,
Ever was or will be.
Mostly a writer, mover, with a guitar and some attitude and A thirst for
fabulous and sarcasm.
Mostly.

Talent is nothing but you, when you have no brush.

Well, now I have brushes and paint.

I have cut out the DJ in me with exception of backing Burlesque and special events. I need Microphones, so if any are willing to pay or have a great cause to support other than cash at the bar then I am willing.

I do not want to be the face floating through the scene
adored or hated for simply being there and being loud.

I simply do not have time for that.

I have given that up for the time being.
The only that ever made me happy
were tuff girls and songs.

Ok, well booze aint bad either.

I have a studio now.
I have, truth, beauty, freedom, and love from those closest to me
and that is what matters,


I owe it to those who have given so much as to care about me, my affection and my artistic well being to make art.

SO, you will not see me so much playing the "Rock-star"
at your bars or events.


I owe it to those who love me to make things because that is all I have ever wanted to do and they expect nothing less.

Meows,

I will see you on the other side,
The one with the Sun on it.

MERCURY MAD
NOW GET YOUR FISTS UP AND ROCK!

So you wanna quit town?


I have found that everywhere I go there's the same old shit.
Similar types of people, food, atmosphere drama etc.  
After awhile it all wears itself out.  
I have been across the ocean and damn near everywhere in the country.  
Sex or no sex, the other you are looking for is you.

There are two  constants in this world.
You, and change.
When the world changes it often does so behind your back.
When you change, the world seems to change with you.
This is not because it really is any different.

It will mean your use of color, depth, and line
weight have matured making the world a place that
you have painted well for yourself and those around you.

No matter where you go you will always have to paint this
life with the colors you feel best describe it.
The rest of us need you for that and it is one of the rewarding
tasks an artist of any kind will struggle with.

Meows,

MAD

One could, if they were drunk and angry enough, put an entire car in their baggy purse. The justification might not be economical but more so emotional.  
Whiskey does wild things to one's mind.  It often makes them believe they are pirates.

Or perhaps, your plant wanted to be put in the ground and was too passive aggressive to tell you.  Every day watering and talking seems to be enough, but some of these plants, especially the potted ones, can easily become jealous of their more permanent counter parts.

One's nature being based in growth and substance often lends them to feel as if they need a field or even a yard to find full growth and happiness.  

I once lost a Hibiscus tree from my back porch that was on the second story.  The tree was in bloom.  I had tried my best to keep it happy by finding it a bigger bed and helping it not sway too much by trimming a little here and there.
I also used a spray bottle on it to keep the leaves from drying out. It really did have some of the most beautiful blue flowers I have ever seen.  It was shaped very well with little work.

It left me just the same. I also noticed the water basin was still there.

It was left behind as if to say, "Thank you for all of the help and support.  I can find my place in the earth now, wild".  

About a year later I saw the tree, flowers gone, same pot, and in no condition to be revived. "What in the hell happened to you?" I asked to no avail.

It was leaning, skinny and dead, on another tree next to a broken futon, a ripped Japanese lantern, and some torn up bamboo blinds.

At that time I realized it had not left of it's own accord, nor had it ever ceased to love me back for all of the support, dinners, and conversation.

In fact, my poor Hibiscus had become the victim...

Of plant Ninjas.

Nature for sale. (Riding bikes through The Man's air)
This was inspired by Jessica Miesner's note on her trip to Screenland to see a Hunter S. documentary.



I wish humans were not so blind to the underhanded way in which their nature is exploited for the sake of fascism. It's as if Mom and Dad are saying ; "You can be dirty, as long as we can direct, watch, and make a dollar off of you".



NOTE:Hybrid cars will, and are, coming into vogue amongst the rich. Yet, they are the one community who can afford gas to get to work.  Free energy will not be free when our own sun and wind are sold back to us.



If we do not make a choice to allow some things to be free how will we afford to breath?  We must write books, and songs about life before the new "grid" we are about to walk into. WE MUST LIVE THESE THINGS. Our "boxes", houses, phones, cars, and computers are in fact the most tempting cages by which we might even enslave ourselves to debt for the sake of our own self expression. When we free art for public viewing we are told ... "buy a permit". To have a gathering, "buy a permit", "You're too young", "we own that sidewalk".



Do we really want our lives and freedoms to be governed by the annoyances and morality of those who can pay to keep us quiet?  How can we break the cycle?  Build, trade, and live.  Dance to dance, sing because singing is free, share your life and don't let dead assholes judge you for it, nor the wealthy, the hip, or the "down".



Life is not about the job we take and what we can buy with the money we've earned. It's about us, our pleasure, and our continuous dedication to see those around us live as free, and healthy beings.



If we do not sing we are not heard. If we do not dance we become weak. If we destroy our bodies to become slaves to plastics, credit, and fuel we are not ahead of our time. We are owned.



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"There is no week nor day nor hour when tyranny may not enter upon this country, if the people lose their roughness and spirit of defiance.



" "You shall no longer take things at second or third hand....nor look through the eyes of the dead .... nor feed on the spectres in books,You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, you shall listen to all sides and filter them for yourself".



Walt Whitman (Leaves of Grass)

I am sending this out to all of you even though it was meant for
a dearly loved friend.

One is trying to make life repairs and moved away in order to do it.
Another has cancer and I want her to read it to.

All are Sagittarius.

NOTE:

I am still here regardless of what happens.

It is strange that the light at the end of the tunnel is almost always blocked by or seems strung with assholes, illness, trip chords, mines, and dog shit.

I feel for you right now.

You will, be better off at the end of it.
You will, finally know who cares about you and who doesn't.
You will, survive and overcome as you always have.

These are the final birth and growing pains of the new you.
No one has understood the struggle you have gone through
up to this point.

Everything is going to change.

Now we say to the monster and the leper alike ...
"You are alive. You are healed, stand up and walk"

Consider this the lightening bolt shocking the limbs alive my love.

You are about to grow.
The statue will soon walk freely about the garden without guilt.

I love you.
When the time comes, your real friends will do their
best to dress your wounds from battle.

If your arms and hands are too weak to take care of others,
perhaps it is our turn to take care of you.

M.

This is what you've done to me
Now I feel everything
Never knew myself before.
Now that is all I see.

Look what you've done to me.
Now I feel everything.

The swollen lips cannot tell
their reasons haven't shared
one kiss of logic they fail
to taste the love we feel.

When I have lived my dream
the statue turns away
with you my touch my mouth.
The limbs of lovers fade.

Look what you've done to me.
Now I see everything.

Look what you've done to me.
Now I feel everything.



Copyright 2008
Mercury Mad

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A spell for spring (Please Repost)

This week throws some sunlight into the mix and we should enjoy it as much as possible before the tornados get here. I personally plan on committing random acts of kindness and would ask in honor of the spring that we should hide some silver in the pockets and cars of those around us who we support. So then here is the game. Keep dimes and nickels in your pockets. If you happen to ride in someone's car on a regular basis drop a couple on the floor on the passengers side. If they do not clean their car often then they will not find the change.......that's the punchline. As long as they have not checked the floor of their car keep dropping small bits of change there. Eventually there may be a dollar or two. Use the vehicle as a bank where you save good things for your friend to find in the future. The same may be done in their bathroom, couch, or other hidden places in the house. I promise if you do not break the spell by telling on yourself you will in fact get good things back in return. Or you may just feel a little better inside. We must show eachother support in any way we can. Life is hard but it's made harder by focusing on problems or blame and neglecting to act in a way that would provide for our well being. We should live for eachother as much as ourselves. ANOTHER MESSAGE: SPARE SOME EQUALITY? I often struggle with belief or at least fear those who do not fit my personal style of being. I decided this winter to consciously alter my vision for a week or two. Instead of being afraid of those who would judge me I meditated instead on the idea that they were all OK with me before they had even met me. As a result, all but a small fraction of those "misunderstanding folks" around me managed to.....change. I saw that those who normally reacted to me in disgust or irritation were actually very sane and happened to make attempts to get along with me. I realized I misinterpreted their curiosity as stupidity, or lack of understanding. In fact, it was those who would call themselves friends who will close their eyes and refuse to see us in any other way. They often assume they know us well because of the length of time we have spent with them and the problems we have shared. This may be true, but when we try to grow or make any attempts to change our lives we meet with resistance. Our friends, would have us stay just they way we are and are many times less understanding of such goals. They like us this way, why would we ever change? We are always learning and growing. It is an unavoidable progression of being. Diversity I believe is not based on expecting others to accept us as equals and treat us with the respect we deserve. It is actually dependent on our ability to see others as our equals and accept them and offer them the respect THEY deserve. The result is a retroactive response from those "less open minded" to offer us the same. Because we make our approach on equal footing with those around us we find support we never knew we had. Perhaps the "change" we needed was buried in the cushions and fabric of our world and we were just too busy looking to the outside to find it. Love, and silver. Mercury Mad