Punky Fu

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With infinite care and meticulous precision, the Alchemist mixed in her hands the ingredients that would create the magic. More than an art, less than a science, she warmed the fluids before application. Less than an art, more than a science, she let loose her magic through superheated hands. The ripples spread out through the body, intensifying at the epicenter of each ancient and magical motion - releasing the frozen energies trapped there since time immemorial. They flowed through her creation and back into her, merging until two became one with a singular intensity - creating a vision of Heaven to which only the best lived could hope to aspire. Toward the end of her incantations, the wand of light now fully luminescent and tumescent - the emotions poured forth like hot oil from a once dormant volcano. Naked - in every sense of the word - it was a rebirth, a renewal, the Big Bang of Creation and Life all encapsulated within the sanctuary of the Alchemist’s magic.

With infinite care and meticulous precision, the Alchemist mixed in her hands the ingredients that would create the magic. More than an art, less than a science, she warmed the fluids before application. Less than an art, more than a science, she let loose her magic through superheated hands.

The ripples spread out through the body, intensifying at the epicenter of each ancient and magical motion - releasing the frozen energies trapped there since time immemorial. They flowed through her creation and back into her, merging until two became one with a singular intensity - creating a vision of Heaven to which only the best lived could hope to aspire.

Toward the end of her incantations, the wand of light now fully luminescent and tumescent - the emotions poured forth like hot oil from a once dormant volcano. Naked - in every sense of the word - it was a rebirth, a renewal, the Big Bang of Creation and Life all encapsulated within the sanctuary of the Alchemist’s magic.


24 May 2011 • Magic and everything

Do not let their tiny eyes bore into you Nor mind their tiny brains trying to understand what they cannot. They only hate what they fear And fear what they can never be. More’s the pity- and left for you and me. Let us put on the costume And play the parts So that the world might think We belong. I’ll say the right words as you stand resolute hiding behind our masks.

Do not let their tiny eyes bore into you
Nor mind their tiny brains
trying to understand what they cannot.
They only hate what they fear
And fear what they can never be.
More’s the pity-
and left for you and me.

Let us put on the costume
And play the parts
So that the world might think
We belong.
I’ll say the right words
as you stand resolute
hiding behind our masks.

7 April 2011 • and everything fuckin a truth

Upon entering the new domain, she was at first surprised. Here in this new “community,” there were people of all sorts with welcoming invitations for friendship. It was almost flattering. Almost. But the new people weren’t that different from the others - it was all just instrumental behavior, repackaged, remixed, and subtle enough to fool most others. But not her. Not for long. Ever the eternal iconoclast - she had taken the necessary steps - withstood the rejection of the world. Being ostracized was more of a comfortable blanket. So despite what the new “friends” might think, she would not engage in the joining. When the Tiger came, he growled mightily. The scent of the prey and predator prickled his nostrils and with bared fang, he quickly set about dismantling the machinations and manipulations of the world. Together they traded war stories. She sorted through the detritus of the world - and saw with clarity the same songs and dances. Together they compared machinations and manipulations. She found paths through the labyrinth and fathomed the unfathomable. She, the eternal non-conformist, with the strength borne of years of forging, reinforced her status as the new Keeper at the human zoo. She realized that they were all impostors, that the interactions were illusory. She knew that like fairies, they needed you to believe in them to exist and now, there would be no more room for pretenders. Scales from the eyes- with elegance and grace, full from the prowl of night, she returned her focus to the real. And with the Tiger, strode off into the dawn of happily ever after.

Upon entering the new domain, she was at first surprised. Here in this new “community,” there were people of all sorts with welcoming invitations for friendship. It was almost flattering. Almost.

But the new people weren’t that different from the others - it was all just instrumental behavior, repackaged, remixed, and subtle enough to fool most others. But not her. Not for long.

Ever the eternal iconoclast - she had taken the necessary steps - withstood the rejection of the world. Being ostracized was more of a comfortable blanket. So despite what the new “friends” might think, she would not engage in the joining.

When the Tiger came, he growled mightily. The scent of the prey and predator prickled his nostrils and with bared fang, he quickly set about dismantling the machinations and manipulations of the world.

Together they traded war stories. She sorted through the detritus of the world - and saw with clarity the same songs and dances. Together they compared machinations and manipulations. She found paths through the labyrinth and fathomed the unfathomable.

She, the eternal non-conformist, with the strength borne of years of forging, reinforced her status as the new Keeper at the human zoo. She realized that they were all impostors, that the interactions were illusory. She knew that like fairies, they needed you to believe in them to exist and now, there would be no more room for pretenders.

Scales from the eyes- with elegance and grace, full from the prowl of night, she returned her focus to the real. And with the Tiger, strode off into the dawn of happily ever after.

22 March 2011 • lia tig internet and everything base manipulation needy-greedies pathetic

Cyber Anthropology So little was known about this new primate habitat. Despite its immense population and constant interactions, very little is actually known about the behavior of its inhabitants, most preferring instead to make assumptions and operate on presuppositions. Unlike her predecessor, Lia was the new observer at the Human Zoo and had to deal with teeming masses of other humans joining in the ever-expanding ranks. Still, the dynamics were the same. She would observe, describe, interact minimally, make predictions, and test her hypotheses. She would note the group dynamics behind the interactions - the dance of the Alphas, the mating rituals, the male display behavior, the pecking orders, the poo flinging, the emotional appeals and - most salient of all - the herd mentality. She would shoulder alongside their burden of freedom, to see if rational thought prevailed over superstition, or if individualism would prevail over conformity. And she would comment - sharing her field and naturalistic observations with the very population whom she studied - all in an attempt to see if people could rise above their biology and be more than just another animal. At the best of times there was resistance. At the worst of times, blatant judgment and outright rejection were her only results. But as a student of life, she was prepared for this. Time away helped her to keep perspective and so often was she to leave behind the Zoo - where the monkeys had taken over - and spend time in her interior landscape, the world of flesh and blood, where she developed emotionally and grew beyond her own limitations, and, in the sunlit sanctuary of her studio, fine-tuned her theories. Such is the life of the Cyber Anthropologist.

Cyber Anthropology

So little was known about this new primate habitat. Despite its immense population and constant interactions, very little is actually known about the behavior of its inhabitants, most preferring instead to make assumptions and operate on presuppositions. Unlike her predecessor, Lia was the new observer at the Human Zoo and had to deal with teeming masses of other humans joining in the ever-expanding ranks.

Still, the dynamics were the same. She would observe, describe, interact minimally, make predictions, and test her hypotheses. She would note the group dynamics behind the interactions - the dance of the Alphas, the mating rituals, the male display behavior, the pecking orders, the poo flinging, the emotional appeals and - most salient of all - the herd mentality.

She would shoulder alongside their burden of freedom, to see if rational thought prevailed over superstition, or if individualism would prevail over conformity. And she would comment - sharing her field and naturalistic observations with the very population whom she studied - all in an attempt to see if people could rise above their biology and be more than just another animal.

At the best of times there was resistance. At the worst of times, blatant judgment and outright rejection were her only results. But as a student of life, she was prepared for this.

Time away helped her to keep perspective and so often was she to leave behind the Zoo - where the monkeys had taken over - and spend time in her interior landscape, the world of flesh and blood, where she developed emotionally and grew beyond her own limitations, and, in the sunlit sanctuary of her studio, fine-tuned her theories.

Such is the life of the Cyber Anthropologist.

9 July 2010 • lia and everything every kind of creep internet psychology

How does the warrior celebrate life? Knowing that the future keeps no promises- That each moment might be their last, They celebrate fully - With each movement in training - With each new season - With each anniversary of one’s beginnings- With every fiber of their Essences, And with those that matter the most to them. In the darkened training grounds, Shao celebrated the sharing of gifts - gifts of the intellect, gifts of training, gifts of the art of story, and the taste of sweet on lips. And they trained, mixed with joyous laughter and frenzied dancing to the songs of Shao’s beginnings. Later they would feast - Warrior’s food vowing not to overeat, but doing so anyway. And return to their home, to readings from old of spirit, mind and body - until they finished in their accustomed manner, happily full in this moment of bliss. This is how warriors celebrate.

How does the warrior celebrate life?

Knowing that the future keeps no promises-
That each moment might be their last,
They celebrate fully -
With each movement in training -
With each new season -
With each anniversary of one’s beginnings-
With every fiber of their Essences,
And with those that matter the most to them.

In the darkened training grounds, Shao celebrated the sharing of gifts -
gifts of the intellect,
gifts of training,
gifts of the art of story,
and the taste of sweet on lips.
And they trained, mixed with joyous laughter
and frenzied dancing to the songs of Shao’s beginnings.



Later they would feast - Warrior’s food
vowing not to overeat, but doing so anyway.

And return to their home, to readings from old
of spirit, mind and body -
until they finished in their accustomed manner,
happily full in this moment of bliss.

This is how warriors celebrate.

22 June 2010 • lia life the universe and everything

Greatest human attribute - the ability to enjoy a day. Not finding a way to achieve this means you are a burden to someone, if only to yourself. I think there’s not a little wisdom in the “live and let live” philosophy - that is, you’ve a right to do as you please as long as you’re not impairing someone else’s freedoms interfering with how they choose to live their life or perpetuating pain. Right, laddies and genitalmen, a cat-nap for me before it’s booty-boogie time. Adieu.

Greatest human attribute - the ability to enjoy a day.

Not finding a way to achieve this means you are a burden to someone, if only to yourself. I think there’s not a little wisdom in the “live and let live” philosophy - that is, you’ve a right to do as you please as long as you’re not

  • impairing someone else’s freedoms
  • interfering with how they choose to live their life
  • or perpetuating pain.

Right, laddies and genitalmen, a cat-nap for me before it’s booty-boogie time. Adieu.

27 April 2010 • lia life the universe and everything

Everything that exists in the world does so independently of your opinion about it.


Everything that exists in the world does so independently of your opinion about it.

17 April 2010 • truth tig the the universe and everything

And even when things seem hopeless, Where evolution seems only to breed more ignorance and apathy It is the two of us together that always seek a new way. Always try to make a difference Always decry the world and then find comfort in each other Almost like recycling - just a little bit can change things … “think globally act locally” they told us but for the true non-conformists the dreamers of dreams - the makers of magic - There’s always a way.

And even when things seem hopeless,
Where evolution seems only to breed more ignorance and apathy
It is the two of us together that always seek a new way.

Always try to make a difference
Always decry the world and then find comfort in each other

Almost like recycling -
just a little bit can change things …
“think globally act locally”

they told us

but for the true non-conformists
the dreamers of dreams -
the makers of magic -
There’s always a way.

14 April 2010 • tig and everything creative flow fuckin a

It came out sounding like an unrehearsed sermon full of cliches. I felt like a vending machines for appropriate truisms: The road to hell is paved with good intentions. How do you get good judgment? From experience. How do you get experience? From poor judgment. My own hard-won truths - You don’t want to cause pain in others unless you’re in pain yourself; we always need dreamers; misery loves miserable company; if your life has no meaning, you either try to find people in more pain or leech it off of others; and finally, why do people who lack hope always trying to take it away from others? Can anyone tell me? Periodically, the words sink in. But still feeling so hollow inside, the cold wind blew right through her, cutting like a hungry blade. She bore it almost like a well-deserved punishment, as if some suffering in recompense would somehow make things up to me, balance the accounts. I knew that she would do anything for me - from a sleep addled confession that hurting me would be the worst thing she could never willingly do. But I didn’t want the cold in her any more because the time for her suffering the judgment of others had long since ended. She deserves better now.

It came out sounding like an unrehearsed sermon full of cliches. I felt like a vending machines for appropriate truisms: The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

How do you get good judgment? From experience.

How do you get experience? From poor judgment.

My own hard-won truths -

You don’t want to cause pain in others unless you’re in pain yourself; we always need dreamers; misery loves miserable company; if your life has no meaning, you either try to find people in more pain or leech it off of others; and finally, why do people who lack hope always trying to take it away from others? Can anyone tell me?

Periodically, the words sink in. But still feeling so hollow inside, the cold wind blew right through her, cutting like a hungry blade. She bore it almost like a well-deserved punishment, as if some suffering in recompense would somehow make things up to me, balance the accounts.

I knew that she would do anything for me - from a sleep addled confession that hurting me would be the worst thing she could never willingly do.

But I didn’t want the cold in her any more because the time for her suffering the judgment of others had long since ended. She deserves better now.

14 April 2010 • lia life truth and everything

What is that which always retreats when pursued ?Answer: yourself.

What is that which always retreats when pursued ?

Answer:

yourself.

5 April 2010 • life the universe and everything irony

We-were-wolfy She is the yin to my yang. I am the shadow to her light. She is the face to our thoughts- I am fire in her argument. She makes my world okay And I inspire her changes. But we are the WE who WERE that together change the world one person, one thought, one controversy at a time. Thirty new enemies for each new ally but “the only thing worse than being talked about, is not being talked about” reminded those Wilde about Oscar …

We-were-wolfy

She is the yin to my yang.
I am the shadow to her light.

She is the face to our thoughts-
I am fire in her argument.

She makes my world okay
And I inspire her changes.

But we are the WE who WERE
that together change the world
one person, one thought, one controversy at a time.

Thirty new enemies for each new ally

but “the only thing worse than being talked about, is not being talked about” reminded those Wilde about Oscar …

31 March 2010 • lia Magic the universe and Everything life