Russia approved road that will run through forest

v (NY Times Article) v

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/12/15/world/europe/15russia.html?_r=1&ref=global-home

--> IN SHORT :

"A government commission has approved a plan to bisect the Khimki Forest with a five-mile stretch of a highway that will eventually link Moscow and St. Petersburg" ,

“No road infrastructure will be constructed along the section of road that will cross the Khimki Forest,” Mr. Ivanov said in televised comments. “There will be no gas stations or stores, nothing that is associated with deforestation over a large territory.”

"...over 1,000 acres of new trees would be planted to replace those cut down. Sound barriers would be installed...along with passages “for the possible migration of representatives of the animal world.”

"Environmentalists have called for the new highway to track close to the existing road, which passes through an industrial zone...Officials have countered that such an option would be too expensive and disruptive to nearby businesses."

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Disruptive to nearby businesses?

Representatives of the animal world, what do we consider ourselves now, aliens?

Something like that we are, if we cannot stop for a moment and consider what we disrupt with our incessant buzzing activity. Can not, even, cold businessmen and politicos, perhaps, glimpse a taste of a world beyond the realm of our speciesist developmental and evolutionary projections ? Is "nearby" business so entirely incapable of "taking a blow", "sharing", "offering a piece of the pie", or what-ever, that it is so unable to cut nature, from which it steals the supreme sum of its profits, some slack? Nature has been so so excessively generous in her quiet acceptance of our ruthless rudeness. Have humans become so inhumane that our species might now be worthy of a new name?

Conclusion Since Last Post and General Feeling About life

society would be a better animal if more people skated.

AND

I love climbing rock.

Down with the WEST and its crumbling capital cronies

music speaks.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHYOCOStIdQ

shout out

too two big ass people..wonderful souls of the world, wild spirits, illuminating revolving bubbles of my heart, concrete surfers, painters, lovers, jokers, non-smokers and smiling faces, ETC>

the two, who inspired me to start a blog, again.

Gnari and Toni,

one love.

And here's a little something for ya,

Show tonight, BK, 8 pm

http://newyork.timeout.com/events/jazz-experimental/319505/esp-disk-live-with-alan-sondheim-blaise-siwula-and-bern-nix

Bern Nix, free jazz guitar..

Come out all ye punx and ride the spirit free.

I'll be there [skipping my economics class] with the Frenchmen.

up

up

up

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love.

these days

Last night I didn't go out. I stayed at 408 129th St. Apt. 29 with two Frenchmen and ate rigatoni with sun-dried tomatoes and garlic, and split peas with palta (avocado), more garlic, onion, and frijoles. WE conversed about africa, african women, dancing african women, someone's girl, someone else marrying their girl, a party for the dude at a strip club, lap dances, booty in your face, frustration, sexual freedom, confusing sex roles, comforting positions.

WE started watching Akira Kurosawa's Dreams, but the internet i'm currently stealing failed us. SO we switched to Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, a fantastic film. Must watch. Burton is truly amusing.

The night went smoothly into dreams of wars with aliens, lacking a weapon, and throwing colorfully illuminated frisbees at their heads.

Heat worked better than two nights before.

Woke up with the drilling from the construction next door, followed by nose trumpet music.

I hear the birds, and i think of spring.

Tall buildings, gray, small trees, green, lonely people, rainbow, lovely faces, turquoise, rain, blue, flowers in the air, red, i breathe hard, black, and the flag waves for life.

Banged real hard on the drums to-day....ooo yay.! CALL if you wanna jamjamjamjamjam-6.4.6.5.0.5.8.4.3.9

peace, SW.

sounds of the soul

still a favorite, i hadn't heard in years

I close my eyes and let the feelings come in...so much past, but it's sounds like these that fill me so, with life in the present, and take me to a timeless place.

Hmm, Georgia font, that's a first.

Streets like a jungle, so call the police...

Street's like a jungle
So call the police
Following the herd
Down to Greece
On holiday
Love in the 90's
Is paranoid
On sunny beaches
Take your chances looking for

[Chorus]
GIRLS WHO ARE BOYS
WHO LIKE BOYS TO BE GIRLS
WHO DO BOYS LIKE THEY'RE GIRLS
WHO DO GIRLS LIKE THEY'RE BOYS
ALWAYS SHOULD BE SOMEONE YOU REALLY LOVE

Avoiding all work
Because there's none available
Like battery thinkers
Count your thoughts on 1 2 3 4 5 fingers
Nothing is wasted
Only reproduced
Get nasty blisters
Du bist sehr schoen
But we haven't been introduced

i did

want to be a secret agent, and a hacker at some point...but somewhere along the way i lost my adventurous side and settled for snapping gnarly pictures once for e'ry blue car, writing songs for girls, hating stale donuts, and days of cleanliness. No, no not really...we will never be clean.

If ever we reached some state of sanitary subsistence we will have simultaneously lost freedom–the only state guaranteed to us by nature, and which has been steadily under siege since the beginning of the rape of earth–agriculture–by our own self-exalted brethren (arrogant bastards).

Breathe some and step right on up to the plate, cause if you're around today this is your scene, your canvas, your chinese jute, your paper and the life line of life, let's make the air fresh again. fuck the police.

1 MB = a dozen flowers

2 Beautiful eyes = scruffy brown curls

[ALSO fuck Webster's, Oxford, Harrap, Duden, Vox, Al-Mawrid, etc.]

your local SW.

Feeling like a number one ~

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BshxCIjNEjY

nasty bass !

"space wanderin yam loving free jazz playing dweeb motherfuckin oh man im spacin' ........ "

In the zone

After returning to the zone, early on mon's day, the horizon looks a blazing fresh haze of green. I like green, and it fills me with love and all those goodie rip your hair out feelings and ideas. So it seems, I've decided to begin sharing again...spreadin' the grooves of the mighty Space Wandering waves, up the punx?

yes. SO here's to an awesome era of sifting bygones and acid humour..

your local SW.

no title

unfurl the curls in your heart

we can talk

or if you want

we'll not

But see me again

or i'll forget

yet there's still time to invent

some trip

or a flip of the hand

to show us off the land

in the desert or on the moon

i see you

umpher

Screaming/spilling

his pain out on the

road

What a story

a curse on his glory

everything turns to shame

and he feels the

same

lies to lie

on the sea he feels

will sweep the

pain beneath him.

He dives in and swims

through vibrations

of my steel strings

hoping what he hears

is his angel that sings

and swings beneath

the storm to drag him

up to the misery so

familiar to that song

He sees his wife in the air

and looks at his life and dares

to grab the cross and smash free

from his pain

He is free to breathe his fear away

                  to cut his hair with his teeth again

back home he comes

to set his clouds to darkness

from his heart removes the softness

And saves his last breath for Revenge

My Friend

Hello?

Oh hey

you know what happens

I get lost in the silence

ya..

Your voice stops

and I drift back,

into my dreams

I've been waiting

for something, I

don't know what,

to wake me up

That question, yes,

it comes back with no

answer on the side it

slides silently sneering

to its oblivious place

of mess

It's a test

I must find my place

to play free and

enjoy my rest.

...

My Place

where do I go when

I play

where do I go when

I write

besides the realm of

Your listening

Deep in my head

way past that cloud

and the open sea

where i see you

and you see me

beyond there and

everywhere

I can see me

and be the king

I want to be, inside

my head

there beneath the

Sky

in the shadow of

The Leaves

in a

Summer Bloom

I will grow green

And fly to be seen

in my ship of steam

and light.

Away

She lives far from me

and I can't reach out

when I'm sleeping

Love is just a dream

I'm never without

when she's with me.

She lives far from me.

When I'm looking down

and whisper the words

you find yourself

away

away from me.

Living so free

with the past out

speaking happily

Sunny in the wind

Leaving her hair down

roll down the hill

The past shall not repeat.

Both

Cracks in the brain

cracks in her brain

that drain cold

in the pain of her thoughts

insane

He answers her

muffled screams,

a new realm of possibility now in sight

she closes the door

goodnight

And the night of yearning begins

Free from her colourful past

he comforts her

and guides her

And treats her crippled wings

she flies free

and speaks again

I'm sure enough,

they will meet again.

in mean

Sweet stars relaxing on my head

flying round on their nothingness

pushed by a hand

soft and powerful

real and infinite

delicate and fierce

like fiery thorns they stream away

so much space between

the essence of worlds

in shape and form

stuck in the space and time

the war of minds

that won't conform

Blind in what we see

all out of the norm

Taken by surprise

we head out of the storm

give me your crying

I can hear you sighing

please don't let us down

I still want you around

shooting fast through sounds

our voices trail off into

the one i yearn to love

with all my life

and die free in its cradle

of warm embrace

The sweetness

of her raining tears hangs

nostalgic in my twilight fears

I fear the sun is lost

in my pursuit of joy

And i sit and sigh

with my fist and hand

pounding the sky

lightning on my thigh

What is right my dear

in sight of my look

be with me in my world

and i'll carry you to the end of the book.

Her

Her words are beautiful and desperate

(portraits of a moment)

petals of a broken day

Kettle steams up the street window

Lonely child tears clean

the bitter sweetness off 'er face

and let the sun dry those fears

To cradle love in wrinkles of a pure smile,

fall asleep, drink some tea . . . ya know :

stay for a while

And the pores of her fingers were a' achin.