| The Bandito Remote |
[Aug. 3rd, 2006|01:47 am] |
I hope this works:
Invalid video URL.
I guess not. If you see nothing above, view it on the Bandito Homepage (scroll down):
http://www.thebandito.com
The Bandito Remote, just something I developed to let you take bandito wherever you go. Just paste this into your webpage, journal (not livejournal apparently) , blog, profile, bathroom stall, etc and Bandito will greet all who see it (who have flash player installed):
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| Feel free to copy and paste this into an email to your officials |
[Sep. 2nd, 2005|06:23 pm] |
Dear Congresswoman,
What a disgracefull mess we've found our country in, when the least of our people cannot look to us to save their lives. The situation happening right now in New Orleans is an utter disgrace. This is a country of values, built upon the values of the human spirit alone, and is now it seems left without those values. The result is a hollow shell. A country on paper only. In this time of crisis, the leadership charged with protecting those who cannot protect themselves should have mobilized immediatly. Within hours of the storm's stop, massive millitary helecopters could have airlifted supplies and moved people out. And yet we are a nation sitting on it's hands. Where's the might of the American way of life? Where have the Christian values gone today? That of life over death? That of action over complatency? That of futile rescue over resigned abandonment? Have the caring weels of democracy grinded to a stop? It leaves me with a foul taste, and shatters my optimism. Our citizen's are desparate and need us, and we mostly turned our backs. We should all be ashamed on this very dark week in our nation's history. This disaster has been handled disgracefully.
Yours in hope,
Roger Kenny |
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| My |
[May. 14th, 2005|02:56 am] |
Kings Eye speaks
in mornin time leaque
with rainbow hair that
jives a that way
and carrot field groves
of prisma sky dunes
and typographical mistakes
blossoming bebop like
breaks
said
thats a nice tune
my eyeglass lagoon
eye slim slamma jum
sum rubber cocoon
wow I was right
said my cartoon
note pad
"This is not time
and times all we had;"
just lines in some quantum
hmmm a mah jum
just bleak black and oil
just hmm hm mmm hm
bit by gnome by
loon and mcgoon
my brain swirls
in meat hooks
and ponders insane
but not but
stop
.
,
.
It occurs:
That was them there
and this is us here
Not to follow suit
but to be
watched
and entertain
to create more
create and to
be
us
here.
um
brain.
Brain X.
The existance of itself
concieved of by itself.
(duh nuh)(music)
To write the words
that only it will read
to sit in ass
and carple your
tunnel so that
these would have
been typed
in just this order
Imagine this
Conciousness exists
in all dimensions
but we only esist in
three, or four.
But not really |
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| Work work work |
[Apr. 8th, 2005|04:36 am] |
| [ | mood |
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I've been feverishly working on Bandito. Why, who the hell knows. But it's finally come to this, ads on bandito. Yes, ads. You see, I am going to be paying the IRS a lot of money soon, and so this is one of the ways I'm offsetting that. Not that it's really going to work, anyway. There's also the new :
Bandito Store
But what the hell. Shoulda done it years ago. Actually I did, and it didn't work then either, but thus is my life, stupid ideas with brilliant execution, just a little too late. No reason to change now. I'm-a havin fun no matter what. Damn it all man. When this boat hits bottom, I'll have a smile on this face. Not mine necessarily, but this one yes. Any ideas how to promote Bandito would be much obliged. Start your suggestion with, "Hey dumbass, dija try..." and I'll listen intently.
New Welcome Page
New "What the Hell is this" Page
Respectfully,
KO |
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| If |
[Jan. 31st, 2005|04:23 pm] |
we knew how
we could
much better
defend this world
with mind
There is a
spot
occupied by mind
already where it
has
infinite leverage
this told to be
by a sleeping cats
forehead |
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[Jan. 31st, 2005|03:11 pm] |
Someone tells you
you've got to be a
certain way to
do gods work
it becomes automatically
impossible to do anything
but their's
It is only when one has
freedom from restraint
that the true work of
god can be addressed
from all point of faith
true believers hold freedom
over no minds head
those who know
god remember to
smile
but seriously
dont listen to me |
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| The |
[Jan. 16th, 2005|04:13 pm] |
Stretch of the Yogi
Confirms to mind
that paths do exist of
ones self in theis
space
like lines of mind from
dna to interstate highway
grabing hold of the universe
looking out and in at once
imagine body meat veins and cartilage
the construction of mind in time and
scale
Stoopid moon dragging us down
slowing the earth by seconds in days
it will kill us eventually but we like it
it stabilizes us and and gives us ground
blue soft light and dont forget that
Jackie Gleason
smile
And the Earth itself devouring
itself like slap of water hands of wave
on spinning top world tiny fur of life
graphic swaths of streets and buildings
wahes away with smear of destruction
hard to come to terms with the limit of our
power
Yosemite Park primed to explode giant hole
in this landscape Gaping burst of land alone
bubble crust about to go and blanket the
world in dark dust of death What the hell do
we care
We dont know whow we why are here
and yet we are really persistently here a
bugs bunny dream in looney toon town
that does not ever die or does it
as bugs exists in a higher dimenion as the
combined talents of dreamers and artists
and Mel Blanc's mouth
spouting Brooklyn Bronx Attitude
Think fast rabbit
whats up doc
Creation of existance in existance
time of formation time of delivery time of discovery
time of experience time of memory and long periods of
forget |
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[Dec. 26th, 2004|10:06 pm] |
Here around
us is here
about us
us in this christmas
universe the balling
spinning globe
this came and went
and there migrant peoples
mind running around
ground this health and
mind and food and
touch of soft flesh
and this war of
ignorance of mine
of fist here
this baby world
arguing over stories
mother goose
mary whose
the god of truth
the shiva of
distruction on cnn
whos con is this
this this mind of
matter of jesus
of mohamed
of abraham
of Siddhartha
of fences around
dust people scattered
angry zealots proposing
the end of life
well this life of us
what now belief of man
what of the me my mind
of what is real reality of real
all theory leads to questions
what still must be answered by faith
Faith in what
Him who does not answer
Or he who does
the mind of reality
the mind we share
with the only mind of time
(buffalo)
that has arisen out of reality
All belief and experience is truth in part
collectivly true and and all holy
and fear not because we already know that mind in infinity exists
so to does the instantaneous infinity of ice cream heaven
and spilt ice cream hell |
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| Right Now |
[Dec. 24th, 2004|06:42 am] |
Ir's
22Degrees
in Buffalo |
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| In my dreams |
[Dec. 17th, 2004|03:56 pm] |
THE WAY OF HEAVEN IS
PROFIT WITHOUT DESTRUCTION
There are ways
in which
our Paths
can be
infinitly thin
and not break
There are ways
in which
the whole world
can be fed
with song
There are ways
in which
an empty basket
can continually
produce apples
There are ways
in which
a tree can be kept
alive
forever
There are ways
in which
fire can
spontaneously
spell out
the name
of god
There are ways
in which
a field of wheat
can choke a man
to
death
I tried to pull the corner stone
from the side of the 92nd St. Y
It looked loose but proved to be
Heavy and unmovable
It is time again
for the
redefinition of
human. |
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