A comment i poured over some biskits on the realitysandwich.com website…an attempt to win a contest concerning Robert Johnson…I hope I win..its wordy but i think it turned out lovely enough to sink some wisdom teeth into…:)

Crickett Scott Welcome to the BLUE.. Well well…so so so…when I think of the blues..I mean THE BLUES..I start “streaming” a recollective playlist …one that comes from down up under where the blues get born…you know the place..I fall into a sort of bluish trance at that point…carefully selecting the situationals…why am I gonna sing the blues? What the hell is wrong with me besides a few loose screws? lost marbles? nah…i dont know that I have had THOSE blues…the ones that you sell your soul to get…the blues that get there before you and leave you singing for your supper…the kind that are genetic…cultural…the blue blue deep blue bloozy blues that make the “juice run down your leg…” the kind of blues that hellhounds are fond of…an epic blue, such as the blue we can smell and taste in Robert Johnsons music..that blue was BORN thru him…those blues grabbed ahold of his soul and marched his memory across the entire continent of music…his was the blood music…perhaps he sang the low deep melodies of our changing….regardless, he captivates the heart and body like no other blues artist..EVER…sometimes you swear you hear another guitar….an extra finger? Was he was the blues prototype? The template for a new hatched entity….one that slept and waited for the right time…the proper person….and BLUE was the emotional-color of that thread…Robert incubated a nescesssary element of our musical future…that is pure opinion, you know very well that “a womans like a dresser…some man always ramblin thru her drawers.”…so perhaps I have stood there with him, at the crossroads, looking back at tribal beats, to the left and right at horns and strings and 8tracks and ipods…and strait on into a never endless infinite space where music is a symbol, we are the listeners, occupying this and every space in between here and the next available heart-ear…mind screen…bodies that sway and thump, sing and pray our way into the next shade of blue. A field of BLue and red exist along the way and each of us have given up a certain something along the way…a reason to mourn, a story to share….a recollection that must be born…so blue is THAT devil, that even the purest of women and sweetest of poisions wont be shaking us free from that progression…we will be in that parade. eager operators, dancing earnestly to the pied piper of all things blues…and we shall do it without our shoes, with out our mothers permission, dont bother looking twice too our social norms,…we are doing it now, on our knees…knowing that our souls are a part of something so blue we would explode if we had to take it all alone….so the devil meets us there and spills the beans…we get there..(heaven or hell) when we get there, and we take ourselves right up to the door where our souls retire and float around in oneness and OM..and we say.”thats it? im done?” how boring!….but if we fall down on our knees and BEG this life to be extreme enough to get us all swollen hearted and inspired…BECAUSE of our troubles, not in spite of…then perhaps we can catch that next train to the crossroads…it looks like a phoenix rising up and out into a stormy sky of grey and midnight blue…so dark and unknown that we must SING so we might SEE…and there you have it folks…strait from my soul to yours….now..”I believe Ill Dust my broom…”before some “pretty mama starts breaking down on me”….I have conjured my bluest blue for you… my turn to shade in ..AHEM>>>i say too much and lordy knows my blood is thick and tight…the devil dances blue suede shoes…baby please just hear me..we must choose…naptime or night time, wrong or right…Robert Johnson had the souls SIGHT…and listen baby please, he was humbled on his knees and shadows kept him company, he was only free when he was singing blue…he made the blues a place to be….for me, it is this place we are in right here>>>>> here<<<<<<..where space and time are folded neatly into invisible stacks and we have sung our way beyond the fear….so thank you for joining in…:)…

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QUANTUM KALEIDOSCOPE..a thought experiment by yours truly..;)

Reflected there upon SUCH m i r r o r s,    

we perceive.  F R A C T A L S…

Holographic, helio-centric.  Conscious-NESS reflected. 

 Pro Jec Ted  <>  Sy mMe tRy

^Myopic  ^ syn+thesis^

light bodies, reflected moments

Ecclectic neo-GENEsis  

Gnosis (~) OsMoSiS

 Mirr OR ed gestures, simon says.

 Gross material cache. Blanketed variance,

overall access, intricate links, same source

solids liquids gasses

pass word connected. Come in, as IS.

Language stitched each in  part,

super- fascial inner-state…thought transportation.

sign says Welcome Back. Just Be.

spectral divergence..

I transmit.collect.transfer.

Signal and Sentience…

Ex ist <(ex tend)>ex plore

Perceptual preference.

I can change the shapes of what I sense.

Awareness, intention, direction…

MeMe and MiMe

mINe aNd YoUrs

eYe S E E yoU

 in the mirrORed space within me..

Collective divinity, every shape and form unto infinity.

eternal. internal. exterior view, the  net  detects

projects<reflects>connects

 you do as i do,

can you hear the colored verses?

Soft skin and rainbow time,

Love song and bird rhyme, IN tune

our souls in flight at each new moon.

we are there. here. everywhere. now and never

invisible lever, devise and sever.

Ionic meter. Electromagnetic theatre,

organic orchestra…cellular collaboration..

co-OPerative integration

sound threads plucked to life, sym PH onic vibration

old friends…