Here you see the drive up to Admittance, The Lobby, and Jail Administration with its Porte Cochere.
Atlas' Designs for modulor county jail system that inculcates rehabilitation and the reduction of recidivism, progress slowly - as we have Interiors for The Foxglove House (a program which would allow, via a 3rd part Micro Lending Company for the purchase of a home or $12,ooo on an acre of land for an additional 3,ooo$ --- with 3o year repayment term on a mortgage that requires 3o% of one's income )
on The Drawing Board as well ideas concerning landscape architecture and orchard housing for The Hispanic migrant workers of The Apple orchards in the interior of Washington State.
Believe it or not friends, the computer that you are viewing this website on is the direct descendant of Blaise Pascal's "Pascaline" essentially the first mechanical computer. The Pascaline was invented in the late 17oo's!
I plan on beefing up this article in a multi-part series, but for the moment I feel compelled to switch gears for Rx~Press and get a little something out there ---
The pictures in and of themselves make for splendid technoporn viewing, and also great reference for me to have a go to point for Projects here in The Art-Design-Invention Studio.
~Kody J. Bosch
Blaise Pascal's "Pascaline" :
Gottfried Liebniz's "Stepped Reckoner." :
The Difference and Analytical Engines of Charles Babbage :
Lord Kelvin's (inventor of the Kelvin Scale of Molecular Movement) 3 Analog Computers for Predicting The Tides of The Ocean :
By a Pansexual, Bipolar, shopping cart pushing, socioconomentalist hobo entrepreneur, ex-jailbird (now convicted) who doesn't have 2 pennies to rub together but has access to millions man.
Dear Yuppie McMerikan Breeders, Bought and sold Senators, righteously indignant white trash, vegan Nazis, Bloatedly entitled and vapid Neo-hippie 2osomes whose parent's bank roll their dissoulution, bus station security guards, police officers, ignorant blow hard ableist city bus drivers, The walmart of Behavioral Health clinics, Court Commissioners, Aethernet Lifestyle Gurus, and hetero-normative bourgeois gay men --- this is for you:
The Silent Envy
You've got it made in the -
At least you get laid
By the gays
by the staid.
The Dichotmous Key of Love.
Down and Brown? - No Go
Muslim and Devout? - No Show
In the Orchards?, - more disposable
"Homeless?" -or- "housefree?" -
"Rape, pillage, and betray me..."
Mentally ill and Artistic?
='s low functioning Autistic.
One short Leg?
Over 3o? - Never Dirtier
Refuse to buy in for a Jerb? -
Society picks me off like a scab.
Not Height Weight Proportionate?
Castrated and Impotent -
et al et al ad infinitum.
I crave The Losers like a thirsty man in The Desert.
the weirdos - the unique -
the Lone Wolves -
I curtsy to homeless meth addicted First Nations transgender hookers.
I worship before the Altars
of Wandering Lost Boys.
Lay my neck before cross-dressing single dad
I push shopping carts
dressed to the nines -
I feel like Elbert Hubbard when I dig into trash bins
behind bars for 9 dollars and 4o cents in refundable cans -
I lay myself before the atlar
of Genius - a martyr for Beauty.
I am a fierce real friend
of rapists and pederasts.
I am expansive.
There are no boundaries.
I don't have two cents to rub together.
But I have unlimited access to millions.
I am more wealthy that 9o% of the fortune 4oo.
I am Proud.
In The Light.
Cast out of The Shade
Like Leprotic Sores
and crack addicted whores -
Outside of -
Shut Out -
I feast and make merry
with all colors
There are no boundaries.
To me -
In my world
No Iron Curtains,
No Berlin Walls -
No Gaza Strips -
No Bloated Grand walls of debauch and dissoulution.
I am forever seeing Great Shining Cities where only Deserts had been.
Everyday and every night,
I dissemble myself into
and rebuild myself into something
I Hope -
To Fly - - -
I hope to be a hand reaching down in to the Darkness -
For another Soul to Cling Too,
I hold to my bosom the dejected, the discarded, the downtrodden -
wings clipped and forgotten.
I seek to mend. -
The Universal Tao is my
Crucifix - my Xanax -
The Bhagavad Gita is my
Box of Franzia.
I am friend to Jews, Blacks, to
Ex-Felon Bucket playing Drug Addicts -
To The Nubian Demigods,
To the Alchoholic Closeted Architects
To the Gone Nuts, The Cart Toting
Crazy Cat Grannies -
To the River Phoenix Hustlers,
And the Oil Can Henry's
--- Go Nowhere's
To The Morbidly Obese,
and Those who smell
like a stagnant pond slicked with the shit of Geese -
I Listen to Mormons.
(I care for their excommunicated children on the streets of America - giving them shelter, nursing their wounds) -
To Illuminati Conspiracy
To The Raving Schizophrenic Derelict -
As I too, put a Capital "N" on "Nature" and call that my church ---
All souls are my family, all are kith and kin to me ---
All are welcome in my sanctuary, all are brought close to me -
Rejecting nothing, clutching nothing -
The Door of My Home, and my office is ever open -
I wipe the Ass clean, clean the barf of epileptic closeted alcoholics, from the floor of my studio.
Scarcely am I happier than then --- because I know that I am alive, I am love - and am loved.
I do for those, who do for me --- who rise up to meet me, as I do for them ---
I draw no lines between myself and Korean Lesbians,
or Husbands and
I have no patience
for the the thin
The Peevishly Inconsistently
The Mindset of Poverty
Avarice and Wanton Dissoulution
that poisons the water and whose auspicious perniciousness
-impoverishes all -
Perhaps, a Man could never Love me.
Never not Ghost me.
-or Run away-
Because he does not approve of
who I am.
Perhaps, I will die
-lonely and penniless-
A hoarder Manic- Depressive
Disillusioned and bitter,
on my Ivory Tower
Celibate , Gutter Monk.
Forever attracted to The Men and The Women who
need something I have but without inclination to
A Frustrated paper architect
who never arrived
A Manhattan Swilling
Old Queen poisoned by bitterness -
With Faggotty Expressions -
Forever Lamenting what Could have been ,,,
and always kissing and telling - seeking bigger and bigger cocks.
In the parks, on The docks ~~~
While you got it Made in
The Shade. -
I'm in The Blinding Limelights ------
In Love with a World Gone Mad -
---And Skipping toward The Chasm.
But, I have a pulse.
I am Alive!
I am free in my chains of
I. Am. Alive.
In the Unrelenting
No , Never a day in The Shade.
I defy ---
To seek The Light.
You've probably seen them.
You've probably seen them driving past you. Walking by you on the street. even Lurking in your own neighborhood.
Yes, these fearful creatures are everywhere.
there are more and more of them everyday.
They run past you in fluorescent stretchy plastic pants in gaggles pushing double strollers. They drive along side of you in great flashy 8o,ooo$ automobiles. They give everything to their children except for what they really want and need. They don't care about anyone or anything except for their children, their neighborhood, and making great piles of money.
Except that they don't own anything, it is all on credit.
They are that scourge of Civilization, that blight upon society : The Housed.
They move into ethnic neighborhoods like Locusts with preachments of "coffeeshops," "whole foods," and "pilates studios," they talk about "building community" and "Civil Service" while they extend theirselves on credit to Flip real estate. They move in, remuddle everything, and leave - upwardly mobile, looking for the next place to devour.
They talk about placemaking, but what they make is like how The Borg Make --- the same.
The Same. The same. The Same.
Everything and everyone is a clone of everything and everyone else.
The Housed talk about "building community" and "rising tides raise all boats," while their thoughts secretly buzz buzz buzz with the Gospel of Trickle Down Economics.
Their grocery stores gleam, their microbreweries sparkle, their coffeeshops are lustrous, their houses are precariously perky.
Their greatest fear, is that someone would think that they are different than everyone else.
Because if they were, then they would be alone.
It is all noise.
Iphones, Tablets, Satellite Radio, Youtube, Netflix, TIndr, Plenty-o-Fish, Craiglist, Facebook, Grindr, everything must be covered and paved over with noise - so that the emptiness, the abyss within need not be faced.
They lecture about Ethnic Diversity, Tolerance, Acceptance - yet they cross to the otherside of the street when a black person is in their trajectory.
They give generously to the ACLU , but would never let a First Nations Person share their Pier 1 dinner table.
They would never stoop to pick an apple in the interior of washington state, yet they believe that there isn't enough for their gleaming spotlessness - let alone the hispanics that keep the floundering economy of our country a-float.
Houseownership is close to Godliness.
They pay thousands of dollars a year to go to a gym, see a naturopath, go to a yoga studio, wilderness retreats, spiritual guru consultation - yet they throw tantrums like 2 year old when they have to walk more than 5o feet from their car to get into the grocery store or independent theater.
They go To Human Rights Film festivals, but accelerate when a homeless person is trying to cross the road. They must be beaten somehow.
They are The Housed.
They are the RIghteously Indignant.
They are all The Same.
They are EMpty.
They are Terrified.
They spend 3o,ooo$ a year to landscape a quarter acre of yard. but they will not drop a dime for Riparian Zone restoration, they gladly recycle - everything washed perfectly before it hits the recycling bin - but they refuse to use reuseable grocery bags because they are "Unsanitary." -
They Love Nature, but will use Agent Orange on their lawn to kill even a single dandelion. They want Dog parks where the dilapitated Gospel Church with the dwindling population stands - and they will throw their dogs poop bags over the fence into the neighbors yard.
They smoke and they run 5 miles a day on the treadmill. They drink Cane Sugar Soda and see a naturopath because of diabetes. They go to college - but only for "something that will make you money." - they educate their children, so that they will be exactly the same as them. Good little consumer worker bees - merely a cog in the machine, unawares.
They believe anyone who works less than 6o hours a week is a parasite, yet they have nothing in savings, and everything is owned on credit. "Their are enough jobs for everyone," as they pull up the ladder behind them. They complain about their streets, and are exasperated by taxes that are too high.
The week that they retire. they drop dead of cardiac arrest.
They are their brothers keeper, yet they let children die of the common flu, and cast their parents off to the home so that they can accelerate their inheritance.
They believe in Giving. All their generosity is compacted into One Day a year - Christmas. The Holidary created by The Apostles : Macy's, Sears, Target, Kame-A-Part, Sharper Image, Best Buy, The Home Depot, Walmart, etc.
Christmas is for Family - yet they do not talk to anyone outside of their home in their extended family any other day of the year. And on Christmas only begrudgingly - it is the Christmas Spirit.
They have Curbside Compost Service, and they throw away millions of tons of wrapping paper a year. They pay taxes for public parks, and their is a continent made of entirely of Garbage, a new Atlantis in the Pacific Ocean. They have Public Libraries, and read only "Twilight," "5o-shades-of-Shite" , Danielle Steele, Tom Clancy.
They believe in Gardening, and play farmville 19 hours a day.
Everything must be now.
Not just now.
not just this second.
but this millisecond.
They are exasperate the corner store doesn't have gluten free Sysco Sandwiches, while their children eat Gluten Free Monsanto School Lunches.
They would be a paradox if they were interesting.
they would be a philosophy if they were unique.
they would be a culture if they had depth.
they would be someone to emulate if they had good sense, rational, or reason.
they would be saints if they really cared.
they would be philanthropists if they had anything to give.
they would be good neighbors if they didn't have 12 foot tall cinder block fences.
They would be accepting if they weren't glad that the neighborhood raving derelict was in the local jail.
They would be tolerant if they didn't scream in fear when a black man makes eye contact with them.
They would be good citizens if they didn't write angry letters to the Mayor about the transit system not breaking its back to be servants to their service cats and cardboard collections.
they would be helpful if they weren't tools for the Mega Corps.
They would be responsible if they were willing to pay more for an organic apple so that an orchard worker has a good house.
They would be educated if they ever looked within or read a Great Book.
They are that Scourge upon Society - and as a FOolish Inconsistency is The Hobgoblin of Little Minds.
They are among us, they are everywhere - they are looking at you right now.
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