Well I can’t say I like this one very much.
First off, I forgot to set the sound levels on my camera so it sounds like shit ,and I just wasn’t feeling it.
Maybe it was because life got in the way for about 3 weeks. I find that if I’m working on a project and something disrupts the creative flow for a week or two, it’s hard to get the vibe back.
All though that is the purpose of this experiment to explore the creative process through free associatation for 8 weeks, with no edits, no plan just naked creativity for 5 minutes.
See what happen next week.

Eight week experiment of stream of consciousness.

Session 3
7 minutes.
Stream of consciousness.
No edits.
No plan.
Messy naked creativity.

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Session 3 … State of Monsanto 

Session 3 

7 minutes.

Stream of consciousness.

No edits.

No plan.

Messy naked creativity.

8 words.

Social. Minstrel. Nirvana. Thrift. Abbreviates (I missed this one) Armory. Failure. Dharma.


Drumming and telling a story is full of chaotic fun.  Half my brain tapping into the constant river of nonsense in my head, the other half is thinking up beats. I’m going to continue to explore this concept. Perhaps my next series will be just that, the mess of words and beats and drums.

Thanks again to Chris of Winnipeg and Ayaladn of Arizona for your kind comments and offering of words.

Thanks for hanging out .. till next time. 

Get naked with your creativity.

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Session Two … 8 week experiment, words, sound, unbridled subconscious.

Check out my vid on Vimeo channel.

Session two seemed to be easier, I wasn’t second guessing myself or worrier about mistakes. As a result there was more freedom for my mind to wander around. It’s kind of interesting I find myself more aware of what my mind is doing and how much I listen to it.

It will be interesting at the end to watch the progress or regression what ever will come of this project.
8 week experiment of stream of conciousness.
No edits.
No plan.
Naked creativity.
Next week session 3 I need 5 words.
If you would like to participate message me 5 random words, from that word I will ramble on about it working it in and out of the piece for seven minutes.

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Well I’ve been messing around with spoken word as an art form for awhile, due to I was getting really bored with the conventional shit one hears all the friggin time at readings and poetry slams.  Click the link.

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Intrest rate work in progress


This is my Mona Lisa… can’t seem to get it right no matter what I do… been banging my head with it for months and it still sucks shit.
Feel free to comment.

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Vaneesh’d Pg 3

Pg 3 of the evolution of Vaneesh’d.

It’s getting weird.


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Vaneesh’d Page 2


Old skool pen and ink with CS6 photoshop.

I really struggled with this page, again, Vaneesh’d is being elusive. At least she let me see her from behind. Working on this comic is really odd, returning to the uncertainty, fear anxiety a critical illness can deliever is… well uncomfortable. When I was inking the page I had a flashback of drug induced panic attacks I used to get before the doctors got my meds sorted out.

Perhaps for this reason Vaneesh’d is shy, maybe she doesn’t want to see the light of day, maybe she wants to stay buried. In the dark where it’s safe and she doesn’t have to deal with the changes and impact those changes have made on her host. Who knows perhaps in page three she may say something.

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KittyPax: Emotional Zombie

Anti-Love show at The Edge Gallery, Winnipeg Manitoba.
Pax spoken word, Kitty on Bass.
All rights reserved.

Pax and I have a long time friendship, he is a mentor to me, supportive and honest.
It’s always a pleasure to perform with him, we have been tinkering with sound and spoken word and language.
As Pax reads his piece, I follow along and try to interpret the poem, add a deeper dimension to his words. I’m not interested in traditional song structure, or the creation of a song, more atmosphere and language. We are trying to find the sweet spot between sound and language, to me the two haven’t met on equal ground yet. Usually the “music tends to over shadow the spoken word, or visa versa. We are exploring the idea of meshing the two.
It’s kind of funny to perform this stuff, most don’t get it, and we get a ton of confused faces in the audience.
It’s very funny… perhaps that’s the performance.

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love n’ respect

Word up for the luv n’ respect I get from fellow bloggers out there.

Keep it real.


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Force of Habit.

Force of habit or forced habit.

Feeling miserable, grumpy, negative and generally bitchy, was it a habit I learned? Or was it a habit I forced out of necessity? It’s been a month since I left my soul sucking job of two years and there have been some interesting developments in my life and me. Such as, I don’t eat as much, my obsession with food has pretty much evaporated, needless to say I have lost a bit of weight with out any effort. The chocolate addiction is still there, I’m ok with that, and I find myself craving it less then I did before. I don’t lose myself in front of the idiot box any more, I find I have the energy to read at night before bed. Nor do I find  myself clenching or grinding my teeth during the day, my stomach issues have resolved themselfs as well as chronic headaches are gone. I’m finding energy to go out for a walk after dinner, and finding interest in taking better care of myself, like taking the time to notice when I’m tired.

Is this a conwinkydink? I leave my job and I start feeling better physically and mentally?

I think not.

What is interesting is the way my thinking is changing or evolving. Let me give a bit of background, like most of us, I hated my job, my fellow employees hated their job, and they because they hated their job, they where miserable. As you all know this all makes for a hostile and miserable work environment, and we all find ways to cope with it in order to survive. Unfortunately the survival skills we learn can have consequences. Such as bulling in the workplace, harassment, gossiping, you name it, if a new worker enters the scene happy, the old war horses have to crush and bring them down.

We’ve all have witnessed or experienced it at some point.

Well I have and experienced it. Now that I’m out of it, it’s interesting, when ever I feel happy I have a reflex to suppress that happiness. Negative,  judgemental and disapproving thoughts flood my head, thoughts of resentment or mistrust for what ever it is I feel good about. It’s sad I learned not to feel or express happiness in order to survive my workplace.


Well I’m unlearning to be miserable and remembering how to be happy for me and others, having negative emotions is a fact of life, but they don’t have to rule life. Nor do I want to work in a place where it’s so damaging to my health on many levels.

And I ask “where is it written being an adult means being miserable.” It’s such bullshit. I took a 50 percent pay cut when I left my job. My economic life is harder, but I am happier, which in turn is refueling me for the energy I need to live life.

When I walked out on my job I wasn’t sure if I had made the right choice, at this point I have no doubt in my mind I did.

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