here are some images from the show

You and the Puzzle

Catapulting pigeons send beaming
rainbow light from unicorn horn beaks aflame,
like your achey breaky heart,
burning
engulfing the world like a sword
the size of fifty six million king kong blow up dolls.
A state you seem to keep winding up in.

Born into a puzzle whose pieces seem to be your life,
but you'll be damned if you can figure out where they go
seeing as how the previous owner lost the cover box
with the original picture...
now the pieces reside in a ziplock bag which sits
on the coffee table and makes you wince
every time you walk by and happen to glance at it.

But the burning hearted king kong sword wielding captains room
within the recesses of your mind seems to keep docking
on the pier of your daily existence
and even though the smell of fish (which you've always hated)
is thick
you decide to follow the intrinsic dial a date
instinct bliss button within sight mechanism
and you
place a few pieces on the table and look at them.

You have NO idea where they go
BUT
a big step has been taken,
you, sitting, contemplating the nature of what the bigger picture
might be
by looking at these variously obscure and seemingly
incomprehensible chunks.
you and the puzzle

friends
comrades
lovers.

Here is a test,
to sit and interpret
that which fidgets in the higher recesses of mind.
a taste test to gauge the internal structure.
like perfectly placed china in a glass house.
arranged in a unified sequence with no folly placed secretly so that the house might shake and all the china would crash into each other and the house, everything shattering into a million billion pieces.

boring,
then it'd be like some movie, like most movies, where an emotional bone is thrown and the placated audience sits, prone, on the edge of their seats waiting for the moment when that thing is going to happen,
and tragedy ensues everyone's bent out of shape and they leave the theatre feeling like they got hit by a truck.
what is that?
This is insightful,
not an investment for my capital, but insightful none the less
to feel the slow death of that thing inside me which gets to decide the fate of my own internal "oh crap what's gunna happen next" mechanism,
cause for me the glass house is there and it's perfect, immaculate!
I don't care how many big shot movie makers, school yard bullies, external controllers of others destinies walk by and try to sneak a rock throw, the glass house remains, and every piece of china is in place just perfectly so according to the dictates of my mind,
you can huff and puff and blow down your own piece of the show but mine will remain.
And as things generally play out around subjects such as words coming out of mouths, I'll probably invite you over for tea, so we can share some of our perfection mind stew to the best of our abilities. It's a more co-operative adventure.
one that really does it for me
no big screen 3d virtual mind hump
can compare with the reality of the miracle of your eyeballs
and the vibratory countenance which corresponds to
ONLY your throat, only your heart, You and only you.
a gift in gods garden
a perfect little twig on the end of a
VERY VERY big tree,
you, the bird, i the squirrel
sharing the sunlight.
Boxing up the box office into dice,
that we can throw
or not.

shiendra

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UNCOMFORTABLY PERFECT
he sits, with a pro-staff 3 golfball, a sprig of fresh rosemary and a cup of matcha tea.
The train does not move.
in-directly the stars spiral
into the upper recesses of his gong tower.
the tall tale teller quivers slightly
like a 30 foot tall giant bamboo in a wind burst.
the air is hot, the smell of his zapatista scarf Sweet
and Succulent,
a scent which ignites the
"I want to make love to myself"
voice deep in his being.
You have no idea.
Intrinsically quizzical bronze monkeys cluster around his brain,
dancing and squirting thin streams of liquid gold.
he smiles.
his golf ball falls off the table and rolls over to the fancy chair's
wooden leg.

I'm definitely not an early riser.
I ate at a fancy french restaurant
she hands me a cup of tea
matte chai "I made it kinda strong, we could share it, I could add more water to it.
cut it in half"
Jerry gets sticks to start the fire.
my stomach growls
i wonder at the nature of us, as opposed to just her being here.

MANTIS EGG CASE: Jerry- my body rejected it instantly.
Puer 2 places - the tao of tea, rishi tea company "it's green"
"I switch off all the time cause I even get tired of things that are really good".

A NARROW PASSAGE
TOMORROWS TOOTHPASTE
SHE ACHES FOR FATHERS ASHES
JUST MISSING THE STORM
SHE FRAMES
SHE RENDERS
SHE INVOKES INSIDE OF I THE QUESTION OF UTMOST IMPORTANCE
THAT OF
REMEMBRANCE.
AN ALLIES ADVANCE INTO STATIONS BEYOND MEER APPEARANCE
A RELATIONSHIP THAT WREEKS OF BEING THOUSANDS OF YEARS OLD
WITHOUT QUESTION
WE.

The green light captures me
A legacy
variables of form
ALL ALLIES
in the end
the final consummation and rebirth
as sure as mother knows your name
each one, her child, each one, a butterfly of the sun.

accept life (that which is always and ceaselessly given)
as a gift for higher service.
she renders herself not in the gift that is given
but in the giving and giver of the gift.
her ability to offer service relies solely on your ability to accept her body as yours
and consequently, her means for transmutation and evolution,
with THE BEING as the principle directing agent of change for all growth.

NO MISTAKES, NO MARVELS, NO SUPER HEROES, ONLY CACTUSES
AND HAPPILY CONTAGIOUS GREGORIAN BULL FROGS, SINGING DELICATE HYMNS TO NATIONS AND NATIONS OF SMILING PEOPLE AND MARTIANS AND MODERN MYSTERY SCHOOL GYPSY SCIENTISTS
WHO TASTE
AND TRANSLATE
THAT WHICH, AND OUT OF SHEER NECESSITY, WILL MUTATE.
THE TRUTH, LIKE SWORD WIELDING GODDESS
CLAIMS HER VICTIMS
WITH THE SAME NURTURANCE SHE HAS ALWAYS GIVEN
SINCE THE BEGINNING
AN AWAKENING
SURELY
AN AWAKENING,
A HEAVENLY VORTEX OF LIGHT OPENED, LIKE A MILLION BILLION SUNROOFS AT ONCE.

she folds her body over the floor
she falls into the carpet
surrendering
she removes her peacock feather earrings. she irradiates love,
every movement a testimony to becoming gods will through every intent of your being
so bright
this one
she who longs so deeply to render each moment of her existence to dharma, for each interaction to be an opportunity to bring forth that which she cultivates.
the canvas recreates her
upside down
"this insane funny new body thing"
it smells like casserole
something
she laughs hysterically about her friendly and regularly visiting queefs.
the young one gurgles his toothache blues track,
destined for glory
a king without question
an emissary of the light.

do the dreamers I's truly make a difference
in the end?
are they not all skywalkers
in the end?

to translate in subtle yet deathly accurate details
the means for their survival
a task she musk grant to each and every one
but this is not WORK
the way the humans have come to think of it

there are no punch cards in her life
her body IS and therefore
her work is done
dancing with her dearest lover
she gives birth
to you
and longs for you to seek her out
within your own heart.

OMG! this crazy head (that's what i call these buggers) was SO long, I swear, I usually whirl em around above my head but this one was so long i couldn't do it.

I wrote this poem for the last "night of mayhem" at the frame, it's called farewell to mr. and mrs. frametion.

pinkunderscore
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1yard = 12m
4 = 48m
4.5 = 54m

within the walls it begins
500 feet
2400 square feet
a quarter of an acre?
come on!
rainbow lights that dance?
there's a tangible unrestricted reality
which presents itself within these walls
and pushing its way out there
where the taste really begins.
were we to stand three hundred and twenty four acres tall
like an avatar tree
destined to fall
sad, seemingly so, at first
yes, but building up for final test,
that is,
a quest
which begins with one single question.
where to go now?

but lo and be ever happy to hold
that the walls have picked up and they are walking
they're walking
and your walking
and they start talking to you.
everyone thinks your crazy but you tell them
they can't say anything cause the've never been to the frame
they haven't seen the evoluTION first hand,
they haven't tasted the CRUX of the matter.
and you tell them like the 500 year old chinese grandma inside of you once said
"the frame is a state of mind"
a way of being with it's center being a disease
a plague
it starts in your heart and burns
it's a plague of human happiness
and yes
i am here to caress, gently stroke and
eventually swallow the world but it's a big one
and i can't swallow it alone.

so
as we pick up our wharehouse bodies
and take them with us we must trust
that enough mouths open
wide enough for us to swallow the world
with peppermint perfection
like john the baptist, only placed in a 9 year old girls body,
who fights like bruce lee
wicked bad.
pretty amazing.

To Aunt Jackie

She tips the scales of retirement,
with her
priceless bouts of panty ho propaganda jargon,
an endless maze
a miasma of Mythos light soft drinks,
a ne-misses... a neo-miss tress
sent to inspire the placated masses,
A MYSTERY.
tired?
re-tired?
she? no
oh no,
hips swinging encouragement to every damn-cell in distress
her path
a prophecy, of dreams to come
she,
lip sinking the name of perfection
atop the bar stool of destiny
this one.
like a battery,
she mixes barley pops to shakes Mgee
down wind of the pig farm,
doin the stomp
trompin through fields of gyrating forget-me-nots
tree friendly, eco friendly, animal loving, neighbor hugging,
dream boat tempting, pencil packing, lap dog petting,
done with breakfast by 10 am, white toothed, fuzzy toed
nomad of
TRUTH
you
my
aunt jackie
the name echoes through the secret halls of every heart
our
aunt jackie:::

with love always on your 101 birthday,
sincerely your nephew,
EweGun WordSpinner

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dandikins for auntie
(a poem prepared for aunt jackie by Tatsuko the samurai penguin)

squishes the moisture until it pops
and bubble man eats the sunbeam fairys
bestfriend snowman,
it's white
and strange.
the end.

bizzare bazar

port townsend

in stances
painted white,
she hollows her body with fire
then allows me to enter in blackness.

the dreams collide everytime
thinking in layers
we accept

to observe with confidence
with lights sure and elusive law,
to trace with eyes unclouded,

to the begining.

how to tempt,
to attract,
to lure,
with luster
and yet
without agendas
with attention paid
to attention
standing in lives whos shoes are shrinking,
towed by the brimming storm cloud
capturing through brilliant yellow dragon eyes
reflecting through inspirations widening gates
you taste it
and share

in light filled remembrance.

instead of using the dictionary we use google, it broadens the word possibilities quite a bit as you can see

3 generations of amazing genius women

family fun

me and luke at a REALLY AWESOME installation

this is an AMAZING yoga intstuctor who's classes I had the privelage of attending while on the playa this year
niema's website

"emelia" in the doorway of our spaceship sky cave temple retreat center

My name is Pancho Pablovsky star cough-o-gus. I have come to share with you some activities from my planet.
I am borrowing slash utilizing dragonboys body. he seems to have become quite a portal of receptivity. On my own planet i would appear to you as 12 feet tall and made of a substance somewhat similiar to what you call tissue paper, only much more translucent and full of light. I am what you would call a female or an ulitimatiely receptive vehicle. my hair is bright orangey red and brilliant beyond reason, i always wear it in pony tails down to my (what you would call knees) and utilize it to capture and ingest creatures of all kinds.

On my planet, SUN-Ya-SUN-Ya-SEN the dream world and waking world have merged, making so called reality much more cohesive and collectively vibrant. I am here to help you to awaken to this reality which is (as we speak) attempting to integrate itself into this planet of yours. we need to utilize dream activating agents within all of us in order for this to take place.
Do we have any actors in the audience? non actors?. actors and non actors shake hands.
we must not keep our desires inside, and yet we must not let them run wild and wreak havoc on the world, thus we can utilize the dream activating agents of change all around us, in order to create cohesivley and cooperatively with those around us in merging the worlds. The result of this interaction with the DAAC will have uncalculatable and uncategorizable results. for example. one might find a desire arising to "do something about all of the injustice in the world", however this person is sitting in the olive garden eating alfredo pasta, what then. a possible outcome in invoking the DAAC might be an outburst of coughing (very dramatic, with great attention payed to the tones made by the back of the throat, so as to sound painful). Now, if properly executed the sound of the coughing will invoke in the surrounding patrons a sense of creative dreaming which responds to the desire felt within the cougher. Therefore the cougher has enlisted those around him/her as creative servants through their own interaction (conscious or otherwise) with their own DAAC. let us practice.

this is a cosmic dream workshop for those who wish to gain illumination into the reason that is eternally dreaming existence into reality. you are here because you have been drawn here by a pencil you might not even be aware of. The drawing of you shapes the drawing of all of us.

I propose that we can change the world. right here.
I and all present here (wether knowingly or not ) are here to facilitate our evolution through the open analysis, interpretation and re-enacting or envisioning of our dreams.
in opening this matter we must appreciate and come to an understanding that
our dreams are real. however we must define real.
real is that which exists.

we must treat this experience as a kindergarten class exercise. invoking that sense of selflessness and at the same time complete embodiment of innocent "I" ness, that is characteristic of all human children of certain early age.

The great invocation to awaken the dreaming reality of awakening dreams.

This is important. (article 56)
I don't know why this is important, but this is important.
One day i will know why this is important.
until that day, I will simply trust
that this is important.

GROUP EXERCISES RELEVANT TO AWAKENING WITHIN THIS DREAM:

• pick something from the box of directly integrative and non-directly integrative dream realizers. Give the realizer a name. try and discern what your relationship is with this realizer (there is always a relationship, wether "direct or non direct"). discuss pertinent information with realizers. ask for assistance from other dreamers in the illumination of realization.

• write a dream on the wall

• hand shake discovery : shake hands with another dreamer and try and evoke an emotion in them simply by the way you shake their hand

• divide and discuss: my level of being comfortable "on stage", or in the lenz of focused energy of the collective. those who are comfortable on one side, discussing the sensations in their body, those on the other side do the same

• read a dream from the golden reservoir, decide wether or not enactment could help in bringing this dreams nature more fully into reality. in enacting what elements would best work? shadow dancers? creative servants in the form of: sound makers, mumblers, whistlers, ground stompers, grumblers?

• embody you favorite bird. (see article 316)

• write a poem (see article 634) and share it with the group (speak it aloud).

ARTICLES OF RELEVANT REVELATION: to the attainment of wakeful dreaming, awakening.
891. all beings are your personal creative servants wether they realize it or not. IMPORTANT: If you awaken to the fact that you are indeed one of these personal creative servants, you can begin to create beautiful and meaningful chaos within the dreams of all creatures. ALSO: once you awaken in the dream and find others who have awakened around you, your ability to creatively enslave each-other is enhanced and highly delight-able.

52. my true essence is a conglomorant of many highly excitable, enticing and sometimes emotionally excessive entities,
whose actions may be misinterpreted by some to be something other than ultimately unconditionally loving to all forms of life.

4. In this state of physicality I am an actor above all else. until my dissolution back into the ultimate light, I shall act.

27. for those who cant take the intense pressure from the emotional transgifurators, or need relief from the lenz of eyes, there is the cave, not a place of reprimand, only a cool dark place of refuge.

687. one must be strong enough in their emotional vehicle (aka: dreaming vessel of ultimate transformation) to realize that their actions may be mistaken by others as malicious of hurtful. this is a natural phenomenon occurring due to the inability of the other to realize that you are acting as a creative servant in the dream world.

30281. invoke your dream world for those around you, whether they can perceive it or not. ie: tearing down an entire city as godzilla.

2356. there is no such thing as a bad dream.

56. this is important

8234. everything that passes through your hands knows you, and will never forget you. you are married to it forever.
• in working with this reality it behooves yourself and those around you to develop a healthy and co-constructive relationship with those things you touch. (it's kind of like being married to the world, but without the option of filing for divorce).

316. embody you favorite bird whenever possible. Try to get your movements and way of being exactly like that of the bird. NOTE: eye contact with birds whenever possible is recommended to properly understand this article.

13. the relative equation for awakening dreaming awakening
AFF + US = I

translated: all faculties functioning plus us equals you equals I.
the DAAOC (dream activating agents of change) encompass all elements of the equation, thus we have: (DAAOC(AFF + US = I)).

634. poetree is a direct dialogue with your dreaming mind.

8023. meet the hypnotic dream dancers in person. (gigi, isabel, clowie, samantha, and kevin)

6321. revalations of things to come. While in the waking state dream impulses will implant glimpses of future events through inspiring YES moments (these moments often entail the thought "I could die right now and be perfectly ok with it".

23. The facilitation of dream activating agents is heightened when in large groups of humans.
note: dream activating agents are activated and extremely excellerated through the genuine wish to see the dreams of others fulfilled.