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Author: Sainter
Keywords: intro
Added: Sun, 26 Oct 2008 02:19:58 GMT

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It's been a big day....

Author: Sainter
Keywords: drunk
Added: Sun, 27 Jan 2008 23:19:02 GMT

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This vid was recently uploaded to YT in response to a video Minniver made called Minniver's Grey Matter. Please feel free to respond; what's in your grey matter? :)

Author: Sainter
Keywords: helter Skelter Beatles Minniver mind thinking
Added: Tue, 23 Oct 2007 22:03:36 GMT

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A collaboration with LizBizToo: http://www.livevideo.com/LizBizToo A look at the Freudian theory of the id, the pleasure principle, it's relationship with base human instincts and it's manifestation in what we often tag "evil", and "immoral", all set within a gothic context. Mon amour.... blood spills from these eyes neath the smudge of bleary stars Such be the hunger for the kiss of your eternal rest And forgiveness, like a mother's breast, shall fatten the calf in witness to the pyre that is the animus of my love The father's glance will fade, in folly and futility The infant's cries will vanish on the wings of ageless mercy And the spirit that fled your pallid cheeks shall flush, blush once again with the joy that death must bring That you have chanced,to wit, my abode of dancing shadows where the shank sinks deep into the sod of broken hearts so that I may taste the tears that grace your bloodied pillow: this nectar of dreams once dead so very long ago.

Author: Sainter
Keywords: Gothic sex death id ego psyche archetype instinct Freud
Added: Wed, 01 Aug 2007 21:01:06 GMT

Downloading.... an antidote to the ham sandwiches of time. And for an atrophied cognition stapled to the pinstripe of my mind that sifts through the quixotic blue black spears of the infinite ending.... And I'm spinning spinning spinning down the convoluted cracks, past the violet crumble crust of creation where that Buddha butterball look-alike with the beelzebubish leer that burns like a split liposuction Fagin's his piggy bank of pseudonyms from a fractured featureless face lift that hood's those iodised infrared eyes, with all hope crushed as compost beneath his bunions.... So I stop, I stoop, I materialize as though convulsing offal pumped through a silk sausage to view. And behold, here the windsock stiffens westward as though a cotton condom filled by the phallic wind that blows across the neon nipples of temptation. So I swoop, I hover, I particulate, blanketing the threadbare throng of popsicles teeming through the varicose veins of the glass menagerie, blank ascorbic smiles curtsying to the rumble of the ticker tape wheelchairs, the forsaken, cradling their concrete pillows, and a chorus line of chattering dentures clacking "42nd street" in Turkish Delight, for Busby Berkley, the begging bowls and the tinsel and the tin.... Reach out through the rosy fingered dawn to clasp imagination to your breast lest knowledge alone consume you, to it's peril. Let the light on the hill be your guide, in excellence and honour, for impudence is your guardian angel in the world. And the dripping clouds are beckoning as a conga line of blue rinsed snow monkeys dancing on an alabaster pillbox, deaf to the cavalcade of ragamuffin rasps among the misty mountain fingers of dueling dawn light are drumming on this dizzy crown like Jacobite jackboots jamming on the one jamming on the one.... And I'm a showboat shooting star sniffing out the starting line; a relativity bullet spluttering past a million moments tumbling in the solar wind, cosmic rays in my face, the speckled constellations waving me by with the scent of the cosmos splashing my senses like burnt toast. "There goes the Winged Horse, The Archer, Aristotle's Jockstrap and Washington's Teeth". And I be streaming through existential matter into the seminal singularity and out through the other side where to my muchly amused amazement there's nothing #$%*ing there, except those monolithic mirrors from the night sky that reach out in earthly grace like starving lepers in the sand, saying come play with me, come play with me....and I am there. Sainter1 April 2007

Author: Sainter
Keywords: ?
Added: Mon, 30 Apr 2007 08:01:51 GMT

The duality of science and faith are presented here through the beauty of art and are thoughts that we all can share. Enjoy the journey. Music: Beethoven's 9th Symphony. Visit Collaborator LizBizToo: http://www.livevideo.com/lizbiztoo

Author: Sainter
Keywords: religious secular humanity social think duality
Added: Tue, 27 Mar 2007 06:35:16 GMT

Herein, a journey through aspects of a dark reality in search of the inner light of our future. Music from The Firebird Suite by Igor Stravinsky.

Author: Sainter
Keywords: truth self realization secular faith good evil race future stravinsky
Added: Tue, 20 Feb 2007 01:41:59 GMT