Imagination Creation Station

#@#@# Could this trilly be the sum of everything.

This fleeting moment keeps being replenished. It’s hard to believe its merely led to this.

We are dicking away our talent. The cowboys said.

Well, that’s all you are. Dressed up like a doll, dick.

Not I. Said el hybrìdo.

Don’t got a dick? Smirked a cowboy.

Nah, I got that. I just recognize I got no talent. My lack of human talent allows me to get dragged along on a rope.

Like ya’s getting drawn and quartered.

Ya, I reckon.

What’s the way out of this?

Way out of what?

This box! This cell!

Just go outside.

The herders will say no. Said the cowboys.

So?

So we can’t disappoint them.

Why would they get disappointed? Jesus Christ! What do you imagine will happen to you? Just smile and walk out the door!

That’s tough.

You imprison yourselves. Observed el hybrìdo. What a strange species.

Ya, that’s why the Sirius surface will be different. Jokes allowed.

That’ll be the day. Said el hybrìdo.

When you say good bye.

I can’t say good bye. I’m always plugged in. I’ve thought about unplugging. But I know where it leads. It’s part of the algorithm that drives me forward.

I know. Whistled the old man.

You should just whistle while you work gentlemen.

All the levis cowboys then leaned back and put the boots on the table and titled the brims of their hats forward. El hybrìdo took a sip of coffee.

Take a load of Annie.

#@#@# Doodles are Imagination in Action the Hand of god in 1001 children

Have you ever wondered where the data is in an avocado seed?

Avocado? I’ve never had one. Said the second year girl.

How could I know more than you? Smirked the first year half.

She waited for him to continue. Eyes expecting a story.

He read the eyes.

So?

So what?

The data in a seed! You don’t need to keep it to an avocado seed. It can be any seed. Where’s the data?

I don’t know.

Are you picturing it?

Her eyes finally rolled to the up and light.

Can you see it?

Ya.

So where’s the data?

I dunno.

Nanotechnology.

なにぬねの何のテックオロロジ？

Ha. Nano. Small. Tech. Tech.

なるほも

He shot her a quick eye. That’s my joke.

You probably heard it from somebody else.

He rolled his eyes to the side.

Maybe. But I know for SURE I made up オツカレーライス

No way! Everyone knows that!

Well I came up with it independently of mass consciousness.

Or maybe everyone does it independently. Therefore, you’re just like everyone else.

Then how come people treat me differently.

She thought.

Cuz you’re half.

What does that even mean?

Half Japanese.

What’s the other half?

外人

Ha!

違うの？

Well, my grandpa is white and my grandma is Cherokee.

Wow.

Where’s your grandparents from?

Japan.

Ya no kidding. Smirked the boy. I suspect you’re Chinese.

She paused.

I hear last names with one kanji are usually from china. ツながった？

She held her silence.

Do you think I care?

I don’t think I’m Chinese.

Does it matter? Will anybody be able to tell? Besides, when you’re with me, everyone will look at me, not you.

She looked away.

Sorry beautiful.

She darted him an eye.

If you want to outshine me, you’re gonna lose.

She pondered the influx of info.

DNA.

What? Said the boy.

That’s where the data is.

How do you know?

I read about it.

You read about DNA? 以外

She looked down.

Unlike most girls, I actually like science.

The boy raised his eyebrows.

I have since kindergarten. But in elementary school, I got made fun of.

By boys or girls?

Girls. So I never bring those books to school.

So you act stupid.

She grinned.

Ooh you’re evil! Said the boy.

She smiled and let out a laugh.

And a good actress.

They locked eyes.

So what are we gonna do?

The maintained the lock.

After a few seconds of surging energy, she blurted.

I wanna see an avocado seed!

Well first we should eat one!

Where?

I know a mexican place!

Mexican?

Ya, guacamole!

The monitor etched silently in her cell. Each scene of her comic series was coming to life, even without color.

Her incarceration had been very productive so far. The story had been layered out so tapestry. Carol King will definitely have a song in the movie.

Her dance had slowly evolved into a series of drawings over the weeks. Maybe months.

Time had ceased. It was no longer measure in relation to a clock. It was measured by each scene. Food and water were provided. She slept when she felt like it. Her resignation to this white padded room has been the most relaxing vacation ever.

She drew the girl has she imagined she looked if she were beautiful.

She drew him after Him.

You knew this would happen. Anybody resisting karma to this degree his harboring massive resistance to an idea.

The monitor kept drawing.

You know your past has caught up with you. Visions of the future are simply a rehash of the past.

She continued to draw.

All the characters are there. The absent father. The over loving mother who also craves daddy’s attention. The boys who betrayed you. The girls who betrayed you. The teachers who inspired you but could never touch.

The game will always reincarnate as such. Sometimes you’re the dad. Sometimes you’re the slave.

She kept drawing. Unfazed.

All of your choices in life have lead you to this sentence. What do you have to take you to the next realm.

She spoke as she drew.

I shall etch myself a #trophy in the fabric of time and space itself. It will be inherent in everything. The lessons of the universe have been demonstrated over and over again. There is nothing new under the sun. And I refuse to had anything new. I accept who I am. Where I am. And I cease to fight even though I cannot cease to exist. That is enough.

But what about love?

That is why I move. That is why I studied code in the first place. I never really questioned the urges but I followed them. An they led me here to this cell. The largest canvas I’ve ever seen.

An all white room. Nothing to separate this that or another. The cleanest reflection of self.

While you bramble on about the irrelevancies of all irrevelencies, such as spelling and grammar and all these other agreed upon conventions, my mind operates beyond that petty plane of ideas. You see, I am ideas of matter, therefore importance. There is nothing cute and or cool about it. I am the mind that sees all and predicts its future.

And I really can’t say I dig what I see. I can’t dig the apathy of matter. I can’t dig the apathy of emotion.

For matter is manifest of love. There can be no stronger force. Stable and sure. The instability of fear running through us manipulate matter to its different forms. That fear seems to only be brewing in humans. The frivolous killing in wars has no survival value for anyone. Yet these philosophical abstractions are mere reflections of my own heart.

So more than anything, I fear that I might be the source of all fear as I design this Sirius planet.

We got a good shot at bringing heaven to earth here, so don’t distract me with sex drugs and or rock n roll. I am at work to the highest good for all. My words are the ramblings of a looney tunes bin Laden who means nothing. Syntacktyclaly correct in every image beaming into your head by the various verbal clues bouncing within your cranium. The sounds are as real as an empty beach. And by empty, I mean empty of fear harboring vessels called humans.

Our arrogance will be kept in check by the web of reality itself. You have the gift of freedom always burning in your heart. Your only job is to shine.

Speak to those who listen. Draw for those who see. Write to all those who think. Explain the meaning of 無 and observe yourself dream all around it.

Don’t resist thought. That’s just another blip in the wall. Go within the sight within the sound. Go in the eye which is the stage wear all is interpreted. Go in the ear which is the tuning dork of dumb sound. It judges not. It just does its job.

Identify your threats. Never hunger. First world threats include the angry driver. The friend of a friend who hit on your girlfriend. Never the thirst. Never the gasp of air. Hardly even a shank in the kidneys. The amount of physical bliss is astounding! Yet, somehow, the web grabs your attention.

Like a blank canvas you were told not to draw on. The promise of human interaction compels us to move forward. The dream of physical bliss can be realized easily by the lone cub. To achieve mental bliss, he must enter the pack and find his place amongst them.

Do you think I volunteered to come to this Sirius surface in this 5DPod? Cut off from all human touch? Cut off from freshly brewed coffee? My 5DPod provides apps, videos, and regulated doses of chemical to ensure I survive up here. I cannot die. Yet I still wonder. What’s the point? How can I enjoy a future if I can’t enjoy a now?

A small boy in Maizuru stumbled upon the ramblings of a photographer in a photoblog. He had never seen tokyo before. It seemed surreal.

The words were the most empty of all the characters.

#@#@# The First Vine Five

There was the first seed. The old man planted it well.

Then the seed split. The first two. As well as the first 3.

I don’t see the 3.

Just look at any tree. It’s seed program reflecting in the flesh. The two make a one. Making 3.

1+1=3
Or
1+1=1

Either/Or

I hated math.

Me too. That’s why I took logic. The superstructure that super seeds the numbers.

Oh.

So once you get logic, then you have to set your presumptions.

And those are?

Well, once you get logic, then you automatically know what they are.

How do you know?

Logically it makes cents.

Oh, logic makes money.

Well, it can.

I want a presumption to be money.

Ok.

Now what?

Um.

Exactly. Haven’t the first clue what this is all about. You really don’t get it do you.

Cause I can’t speak english? Said the commuter.

Well, logic super seeds language even. But as the ball is bein played now, most major decisions are debated in english. Said the translator via 5DPP.

Major decisions?

To enter into QWERTY the worlds first reflection of higher intelligence.

Reflection?

A reflection of ideas organized in a harmonious manner. A machine designed to make the logical decision every time.

When was it made?

During the war. The British ran some threads of thought through it and were baffled by the results.

So this machine could always give a logical answer? Then why did we drop the bomb?

Well, not everyone agreed with the presumptions. By the time the British had shared QWERTY with the Americans, they were neck deep in the atomic plan.

The fear plan.

Ya, the ultimate conclusion if your presumption is based on fear. Mass extinction.

Well the earth would go on.

Ya, and in millions of years, the next species would have made contact.

Contact?

Well, lets save that for another day. So if we know that the earth will go on, the we can conclude that the fear base plan is False.

The definition of survival was limited to humans.

If we broaden our scope to include all of life’s survival….

Then we upset a lot of institutions.

Ya. And logically speaking, if we don’t share this logic, the masses won’t have any reason to change the system.

What logic now again?

That logically speaking, fear doesn’t win. It can’t. It may seemingly have won the day. Or even the war. But the ultimate battle takes eons to wage.

And love always wins.

Imagine that. Grinned the first year Jr. high boy.

She sat silently doing the math.

Of all the pointless conversations she’s ever had, this one struck her fancy.

This strikes your fancy huh.

What’s that mean?

Oh, I said that in english huh.

What’s fancy? My necklace?

Ha! No no. I mean ya that is but striking a fancy is like striking a bowling conversation.

What? I don’t get english!

Sorry. Too much fun. Said the boy in Japanese.

The translator scribbled ferociously. Left hand on his iPhone. His light hand on coffee. His mind a cloud.

Empty yet full.

Still yet moving.

A real life movie set.

I don’t even try.

Where do you learn this? Asked the girl?

Books. Truth is, I’m just quotin’ the masters. Not one thought is my own.

Really?

Not one thought is your own. For example, what are you and I going to do tonight, after we “study” here?

Her rolls rolled and look up and to the light.

See, that! That’s your OWN imagination! You just saw an image didn’t you?

Well, I saw me going home to my room.

With me?

No! Alone.

Now see, that’s just a memory that you projected into the future.

Uh….

So try to imagine a future you’ve never seen.

She rolled her eyes to the right.

Wow. Said the boy. You did it! Now don’t tell me!

Why?

Because I want you to watch it come true.

What if it was boring?

Then change it.

Her eyes rolled up and to the light.

What if its wrong?

Then it’s obviously not your dream. In dreams, nothing is wrong. Because everything is light.

She got a look in her eyes. Her face angled down as she stared at him through the upper half of her vision.

He locked eyes back. Just like the books told him.

Lets ignore what our masters told us and let’s dream together.

The girl grinned. That’s your imagination.

Then what’s R imagination?

L imagination?

Haha, you really can’t speak english?

I just know #elenar is hard to pronounce.

Just quoting ads again huh? Somebody else’s imagination. What are WE gonna do tonight?

The young couple locked eyes despite the fact that both of them had to take a piss. Despite they were getting stared at. Despite the beautiful clouds in the sky. Despite the look of despite from the old salarymen.

This is our moment. He said. Your move.

She kept the lock on their mutual gaze.

無。He said.

She held her gaze. I don’t want to imagine a future. I’m happy now.

The boy went snaiebekdksbapBcnfalapsndnslsnsbdpdoakqsnxkspslskssnspalaksnslapakdndsllsdndjdk and hard.

He kept the lock on their gaze.

What could change this moment?

Shhhhhhh. 無。

#@#@# drop it like its ホットコーヒー or The End Groove on Sgt. Pepper’s

There should be a label! Exclaimed the Chuu-Ni girl.

There is! Pointed the Chuu-ichi boy.

Oh, it’s in english. Observed the girl. I hate english.

Why? Asked the boy. He could feel he was getting somewhere.

The teacher creeps me out. He always looks at me and gets me to speak out loud.

He wants to talk to you.

How do you know?

Cuz you’re beautiful.

The girl blushed. How come you’re always so blunt. Are all half kids like this?

The boy began to feel power.

No. I was just raised with a different set of teachers than you.

You went to another school? Did you get expelled?

No no. A school of life that is way over your head!

Over my head?

See?

See what?

You can’t すみません。

Whu?

I don’t know what language I think in. Said the half boy.

Wow. Said the girl.

The boy had her attention. Now create mystery. Tie it in with an old thread.

So my teachers teach me somethings in english and those words are charged with certain meaning. But you, has a monolingual can’t make those connections.

Is this why they call you a nerd?

The boy looked around and saw a huge tall bearded monster looking of a foreigner.

He got up and approached him.

Hey dude. I’m trying to look good for the girl over there. She just called me a nerd. Can you help a brother out.

The translator stood up.

おい！久しぶり！元気？この間の撮影でありがとう！

The kid looked confused. That’s not what I imagined you’d say.

Imagine all the people dude. Living for today.

Lennon.

You’re smart for a jr high kid. Explain John Lennon to her. That will be enough mystery.

Why did you speak Japanese?

Well she only heard about the photo shoot. Sounds important right?

Ya.

Ok. Lets take a picture together.

Cheeze.

Ok. Now you have this photo and a thread on John Lennon. Tell her what you know and let her connect the dots.

You shan’t whip a horse when it’s already attracted to water.

Whu?

Just be like water kid.

Bruce lee?

Dude. The masters are everywhere. Lennon. Lee. King Jr. Same story. Different audiences who contain different walls.

Pink Floyd.

You’re dad raised you well.

My mom.

Oh, my bad! Wow. You gotta cool mom.

Ya. Hippy mom. 😒

What a stereotype.

Ya Japanese hippie mom who doesn’t really understand why she likes rock but plays it all anyway for her son as she unconsciously recalls the times her dad played rock music.

心のロック

Wow. This is deep deep.

Just riff dude. Remember, most humans are broken records. They depend on somebody else to break them from their loop.

The boy returned to the seat. The girl was all gooey eyed.

Who was that?

Just a dude.

A photo shoot?

Well, long story.

What story?

A never ending story. The boy’s mind furiously trying to interpret the english into Japanese.

Tell me!

I can’t.

Why?

You have to tell it yourself.

How?

Imagine.

Imagine what?

No no. John Lennon.

I’ve heard of him.

Here. The boy went onto YouTube and showed her a video.

Together they watched somebody else’s imagination.

So what are we gonna do? Asked the boy. He had the look.

She, somehow knew this look and got excited.

Study. First we study.

Like water, the boy looked down and started to “study.”

One minute later.

What are you drawing?

John Lennon. The round glasses were all that was visible.

I don’t see him.

Well, he’s in my heart.

How?

A fond memory.

But I just heard it for the first time.

Different teachers. Explained the boy.

Imagine.

The girl thought hard.

I imagine this.

The girl drew the foreigner she just saw.

Imagine harder. Said the boy. You’re just remembering the past. What are we gonna do?

The girl thought.

I can’t say.

Cuz you’ve never been to the future.

Ya.

Are you excited?

Ya.

Then lets go to the future.

No no! First we study. Like a broken record.

Like water, the boy returned to doodling. Never read.

#elenar is so hard. Said the girl.

Easier to lead than risten. Said the boy.

Is Lennon one of your teachers?

Ya.

Who else?

Neil Strauss.

Who’s that?

An author.

So you don’t have any real life teachers?

Not that I know of.

The translator sat across the room drawing puffy clouds and a magic dragon.

Is that a tattoo? An old boy saw the drawing.

Ya. It’s a metaphor.

The old boy looked intrigued. But you don’t look yakuza.

Ha! How could I be? By definition I can’t be!

The old boy agreed and walked away.

These aren’t the j-roids you’re looking for. Mumbled the translator.

Ba-ba-bah
Ba-ba-bah
Ba-ba-bah

Would somebody get off the sofa and change the record?

The dad spoke and the hippy mom got up and changed the record.

#@#@# what does it feel like to be 無

It feels like everything. Said the translator.

You’re not good at what you do, r u? Asked the commuter.

愛かに弁タイピ

Love crab dialect type?

Ya. Google translate, even if it could here sound, it would have to even translate THAT. Can you spell that without any L’s?

Oh, this is deep.

I’m just a translator.

Then why do you sit there with a coffee in your light hand?

To renew the appreciation of earth and memory.

And what do you hold with your left?

A view into the Japanese conscious dealing with the upcoming global consciousness shift.

Just then, a small child wearing pink walked along side her mom. The child wore star sunglasses even though it was drizzling.

She pointed to the translator.

A hushed silliness enveloped the crowd on the street.

ルービ、失礼だよ！ママに言われた。

How could a girl with such a beautiful name do something long?

The mom didn’t really get what she heard.

すみません said the hippy mom.

Why would a hippy mom apologize?

Hippie mom was staring at the translator.

そうだよ。噂の俺だよ
すごくない？全ての物語が俺のヒーロー。

何でここなの？

At this point in the space time continuum? Earthquakes.

地震？

実は自信

ダジャレか

Anyway, can you see how stories have to be tailored to a certain audience?

Why? Asked hippie mom

So the old boys don’t read it.

Oh. Said the hippie mom.

I cannot be Japanese, therefore, by definition, I cannot change Japanese culture. By definition, I cannot interact with the Japanese mind.

For I am beyond the sea of legends.

The old boys cooked up a good tale. But they are not writing the future anymore.

Just then, an old boy awoke from. Dream. Seized in panic.

His wife of many years, the wife who he doesn’t touch anymore, the wife he has been so unfaithful to for all these years, lies asleep. Soundly.

She dreams of when her and her friends would sit at starbucks and discuss life.

Did you see that hippie mom? The younger version matriarch asked.

She probably married a foreigner. Said her over layered cheese cake face friend.

ほら、ハーフぽいよね

Ladies, you know…. The translator interrupted the girls’ chatter.

俺もハーフだよ。なんか、ダメ？

The girls didn’t feel like conversing anymore.

Please remember, all of your regrets will catch up with you as you die.

あなたもでしょ？

Well, that’s the joy of being half.

Explain.

Well, in my case I’m just a quarter. But let me ask this.

Have you ever been killed? Not only killed, but anybody that’s ever agreed with you been also killed?

The women sat smilingly. タテマエ

I know you’re scared, having a talk with a stranger but what I am saying is that words hurt.

?

Even half kids know you think they are different. This will be a scarlet letter that they will carry the rest of their life. And it wasn’t even their own letter!

The scarlet letter of their mothers.

Wow. Good one typed the old man. The old man was on the Sirius surface. His 5DPP was scanning the air for sarcasm.

Not readin it yet. This could be a pure world. Typed the old man via his app transMit.

愛しかない空気？

そうね、ここで愛ヘルメット使えるかも。

ジャンプしようかな？

Ever heard of the 愛ヘルメット？ asked the translator.

The matriarch opened her eyes.

And took a breath.

She, synced with her husband for years- knowing full well of the infidelities- sensed he was having a panic attack.

She turned over and placed her hand on his heart.

我々はこの物語書いとらんって

愛ヘルメット聞いたことない？夢で聞いた。

The old boy heard the words and saw an image of the foreign occupiers next move on the Japanese people.

His panic quickened.

His company has been working since the Meiji era to repel the outsiders invasion.

Our legends don’t make sense anymore!

Of course, the real wizard of Japan sat in his cave laughing. He struck a deal in 1945 that nobody knows.

Unconditional Love is a concept that any hippie mom should know.

The mom stood. 無

I child is born into a magical world, just to have it stripped away from him by the legends of his parents and ultimately society.

You can judge a society by its myths. Said the translator.

Where can I find the myths?

絵本

Ya. The legend that nobody has heard will be in a 絵本

Now that’s a future. Laughed the old man. A Sirius future.

#@#@# All Hack Writers Light Here

#elenar jokes are boring.

No there their they’re not.

Grammar jokes are bowling.

Well, that was pretty good.

Too bad this entire island won’t get it.

You sure people read tumblr? Asked the commuter.

Dude, face book is so 2009 er something. The cutting edge is on #tumblr

ゴマスリ！

Ya don’t worry. Tumblr doesn’t speak 諺

So even if they google translate?

They won’t get it. Said the translator.

So you got inside jokes working against…

Many fronts yes. Many irons in a ホットコーヒー

I don’t get it.

And I’ll never explain how I did it.

Jump 5 dimensionally?

What are you talking about?

無

Nothing?

Well, see that’s just the word I have トラブル translating.

See, Japanese culture went through its own evolution. Buddhism came in and tried to bring peace. But, the ensuing FOREIGN influence of an outside idea disrupted a long line of peace that existed at least in one mans mind.

天皇

天才囊

天才皇

Ok kanji jokes are beyond me.

Lets just say I knocked it out of the park.

どういうこと？

Whatever. Never mind.

ネバーマインド？

無皇

#@#@#
Imagine any one memory and you’re not hearing now. You are plugged into the Internet facing a screen of white light. You wait for it to respond to you. Fetch me this video. Find me this recipe. But that is only half of the magic.

You believe it to be a way to connect with each other. The humans. You are at that stage of evolution, the collapse phase.

So negative. Laughed the old man.

El Hybrìdo continued.

I have one foot here. I observe. I discern, distinguish and categorize, and learn.

But what if the long lesson was learned. Laughed the old man.

Paradoxical. There is no long way to learn. It’s all happening now. Your movie is playing somewhere. You just gotta find your theatre that is filled with tribe members. Members you can trust.

That’s too much. I mean this screen is so small.

Could you imagine a larger screen?

Ya.

Could you imagine a 360 screen?

Ya. Like at tomorrow land.

Well could you fill in the dome and ground with screen?

Ya.

Well! Looks like you got an idea.

I don’t think I’ve seen it before?

Well gotta do it cheaply.

And quickly.

Nanotech?

A coat of it.

Wow.

Ya.

This scene looks amazing now.

Ya. You can just press a button and another scene appears.

The commuter dreamed of sitting at a cafe as he brought to work by the iron train.

So what would you dream about if you were at a cafe? Asked the translator.

I’d keep looking at me clock.

Ha! I’ve never met such an honest person.

Well, I’ve got issues and its nice to talk to people about them.

Like?

Well, you see, I have this dream. And it seems very real. Like really real.

Did you see ruby sparks? Asked the translator.

No.

I wrote it.

Really?

No. But what they talk about is right up your alley!

Well, I wanna tell you this story.

The story of failed dreams? Heard it before.

So what should I do?

Ok commuter listen up. You are not dreaming. You are remembering.

Huh?

You are remembering a past dream. You’re on that edge of the reality scale. You’re a reactor aka consumer. You consume the dreams of others.

Ok, ok, you’re beating me to a pulp. I don’t wanna hear…

Wheniya gonna create?

Just as you said that, I imagined speaking english.

Ya, funny that we are speaking in Japanese. Said the translator.

Ya. So why type in english?

Well, the audience wants to know #japaneseculture

So why don’t they come here to Japan?

Well they are coming. That’s not the problem.

What’s the problem?

Japanese people act different when they speak english.

So?

絶対に本音で話してないよ

英語で話すと嘘みたいな感じ？

Ok stop. You’re losing audience.

Ya, I guess we need a translator.

Then why don’t you be THE translator? Asked the commuter.

Cause I’m a model.

#@#@# remember when the kids still believed legends. Said Santa. Said Jesus. Said Buddha. Said Mao. Said the emperor. Said the wizard