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In a Silent Way · Miles Davis ℗ Originally released 1969. All rights reserved by Columbia Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment

Trumpet, Associated Performer, Soloist: Miles Davis
Soloist, Soprano Saxophone: Wayne Shorter
Piano: Chick Corea
Piano: Herbie Hancock
Electric Guitar, Soloist: John McLaughlin
Organ: Josef Zawinul
Bass: Dave Holland
Drums: Tony Williams
Lyricist, Composer: J. Zawinul
Composer, Lyricist: Miles Davis
Producer: Teo Macero

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Latest Yacht Rock from Portland Oregon. ♫¸.•*¨♥✿♪



https://bendrethegiant.bandcamp.com/track/voice-inside-my-head

from Swollen Eyes 2026

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Floriography, or the language of flowers, is a cryptological method of communication using flowers and floral arrangements to convey coded messages, particularly during the Victorian era.

Many plants serve as powerful cultural symbols, representing a wide range of values and emotions:

* Rose: Universally symbolizes love and passion, especially the red rose in Western traditions, with roots tracing back to Roman mythology and Venus.

* Lily: The white lily represents purity and innocence, a meaning codified in the Victorian era and linked to Christian iconography and the Virgin Mary.

* Lotus: A profound symbol of purity, enlightenment, and rebirth in Eastern traditions like Buddhism and Hinduism, representing spiritual awakening rising from muddy waters.

* Oak: Embodies strength, wisdom, and endurance, associated with Zeus and Jupiter in Greco-Roman mythology and revered in Celtic traditions.

* Sunflower: Symbolizes happiness, loyalty, and adoration, its face turning toward the sun representing the pursuit of light and positivity.

* Cherry Blossom (Sakura): In Japanese culture, it signifies the ephemeral nature of life, beauty, and renewal, celebrated during the spring hanami festivals.

* Bamboo: In Chinese and Japanese cultures, it represents integrity, resilience, and flexibility, admired for its ability to bend without breaking.

* Willow: Often linked to grief and mourning, especially in Western cemeteries, but also symbolizes flexibility and resilience due to its supple branches.

* Ivy: Represents loyalty, friendship, and eternal life, its clinging nature symbolizing enduring connection and devotion.

* Cypress: A traditional symbol of mourning and eternal life, commonly planted in Mediterranean and Christian cemeteries.

These plants form a small part in a “language of flowers” (floriography) used historically to convey complex feelings and are still prevalent in art, literature, and rituals today.

Roses have many symbolic meanings in chivalrye and charity:

* Red Roses: Passion, romantic love, and desire.

* White Roses: Virtue, chastity, and innocence.

* Yellow Roses: Friendship, devotion, or infidelity (depending on the context).

* Black Roses: Death, darkness, or hatred.

Two of the most commonly seen plant symbols which endure beyond romance are the laurel and the olive.

Laurel:



Symbolises male energy, victory, and action. It is linked to Apollo and the laurel wreath awarded at the Pythian Games. In the 4th degree (Secret Master), it signifies the hopeful expectation of success and victory over the passions.

Olive:



Symbolises female energy, peace, and stillness. It is associated with the goddess Athena and the olive wreath awarded at the Olympic Games. The olive branch, often depicted with a dove, is a universal emblem of peace.

Via : https://francesleader.substack.com/p/the-laurel-and-the-olive

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Forgive, love, heal in community.
Am I... nothing?
All the more power to you.
You can’t be your own best friend. You need friends to hold you.
The enemy is real. His every word is just a lie,
that love is conditional.
Control, approval; However...
We love because God’s Love is unconditional ! Open arms..
He shall hold a feast, in the presence of your enemies
The devil is real; the devil is evil
Tell him something he well knows
Tell the enemy to go to hell.
This disarms the enemy.
Blinded by hindsight, Covid 20/20 the tide turns
His Love is unbelievable! Lord, I believe. Please help my unbelief.
Confess to one another.
Pray for each other. You may be healed. You are not alone.

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0:00 No Plans.
2:32 Easy Evening Vibes
5:23 Wandering with No Agenda
8:13 Chill Out on the Couch
11:26 Stroll in the Moonlight
13:46 Quiet Moments to Savor
17:05 Lost in a Dream
19:40 Swaying with the Stars
22:48 Casual Conversations
25:47 Taking It Easy Tonight
28:51 Drifting Through the Hours
32:16 [Repeat] No Plans.

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Scattered between devices,
I am left to my own devises.
Somewhere in the windmills
Of my mind, nobody cares,
Or shall I say, no one even knows
That I exist. Even the cloud with
It’s myriad of collective data
Even knows where it is.
It’s all hidden from us.
By keen oversight
Of an over ambitious pet project.
You need an interpreter to decipher
The bytes and the bits, I am remnant
Living here on the edge
Of this dystopic cardio-village
New feudal kingdoms
Owned by this evil
Hideous strength
Operated by a hive humanity.
Who blindly follow the task(s) given them,
Each a useless eater or useful idiot.
The collective sees us as cattle or slaves.
Meritocracy, social media,
At best if you even exist, a widget
And you are simply a digit in the equation
If you even rate.
There are names for this,
Outlander, eccentric, or prescient,
Idiot savant, or geniuses,
Step up and be displayed
When you figure out how to manipulate IT.

A friend told me, “You shouldn’t waste your time
Thinking about this”. The problem is, I wrote it psp

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Where have you been?

I tried Substack for a week, did a couple posts, checked out the algorithm, decided I don’t like the platform. It’s populated by journalists and self-predictive intellectuals, who post interesting stuff, much of it political, but there is slowly other categories building up. Too-much-information !! Imagine X or Facebook on hyper speed, like some quantum computer running centuries of data through a single thread. I can’t read, write, or think that fast. I guess it’s not for me. I want to be with common people instead. Not strangers, scientists, journalists, researchers, professional photographers. Nor low brow, or white trash, but sensitive, thoughtful, interesting people like I once found on Livejournal. I'm not into any of that. I’ve yet to find that here on Dreamwidth. Only a few who strayed over from LJ are here on Dreamwidth. No one new to speak of yet. No true DW’s, only 'myth'ers. What do I mean by that? People who are only ghosts of themselves, and haven’t yet fully developed or embraced the platform seriously. I wonder what the demographic is here on DW. Or did I just describe it ? Well, no matter. It is what it is, and things being as they are, I feel most comfortable posting my notes here. The only other platform I can think of at all similar would be Wordpress. But it lacks the html simplicity we have here. If that changes, then I may go there. For now, I guess I drop my bags and settle here.

Weekly Update.. (Not for the faint of heart)
Monday I ended up in hospital emergency with a blocked bladder. Man, did I find the wrong door to walk in to.

If you think electric shock in your face from trigeminal neuralgia TGN is painful, you should try get a rubber catheter hose excruciatingly shoved up your dick. They said it would feel “uncomfortable” temporarily. Yeah? If this is uncomfortable, I can’t imagine their definition for painful !! Excruciating. Torture. Beyond words. It caused me to bleed from my penis. I felt exhausted, traumatized, and intimidated just from the insertion procedure. I was a wreck. It also can cause infection if left in too long or irritation from the bag you drainage drag around tied to your leg. No fun. I had no pain per se until then. Removing it also hurt. When they removed it in 2 days to see if I could urinate, I was so agitated, I was unable to urinate, so they said I needed to have the catheter again, and bag on my leg. And stay in the hospital a week to see if they could figure out what was causing my inability to urinate. Upon trying to insert the hose again, I screamed, I can’t do this. I refuse to do this. They stopped and said I could go home. So I did.

Getting fucked on both ends. Is so traumatic. I think I now have PTSD. Truly, I would compare it to EST. Or a lobotomy, without anesthetic. Yikes!

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Spring plant sale
The beginning of spring
Varieties of leaves wave on
O, me, what will happen to me?
Sea of leafy green from wall to wall,
Garden growers call, and lost mariners stall,
Looking for land on which to refuge from it all
I quickly find the magazines, to help make sense,
Of this, “Look it up on your phone, if you don’t know
What plant it be,” comes the green thumb advice to me,
I don’t use cellphones, I defiantly said; It may have fallen
On deaf ears, Oh, well. I prefer natural communication
“Everything 50 % off!” shout the market shipmates,
And garden hoes marching about this makeshift
Vessel. “Early comers pay full prices, but
Latecomers pay half!” for the dregs
(That’s good, I guess…)
I find a pile of magazines to cling to
Digging through the colorful pics,
For my art, of tangled gardens
I consider them works of art
And the hands that made them, impressionist art
Androgynous green swims through my head
Once there was a Garden in a Cosmic Sea,
Now they sell flowers to plant in the trees
“One dollar each, but they’re now 50 cents”
Do you take credit? – “Sorry, cash only.”
Comes the answer – Well then,
It looks like it’s not my lucky day!
A space in time where two worlds meet.
I leave empty handed but filled with
Inspiration and remorse
A mental picture
Of what lies ahead
Have a wonderful summer
May your gardens all flourish! ~psp

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Edward Jean Steichen (Luxembourgish: [ˈʃtɑɪ̯ɕən]; March 27, 1879 – March 25, 1973) was a Luxembourgish American photographer, painter and curator and a pioneer of fashion photography.

1935 gelatin..silver. photo...0 ... a tiled wall, a sand floor and a large white horse with three elegantly dressed women

Photographer Edward Jean Steichen via

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“High at the head a branching olive grows
And crowns the pointed cliffs with shady boughs.
A cavern pleasant, though involved in night,
Beneath it lies, the Naiades delight:
Where bowls and urns of workmanship divine
And massy beams in native marble shine;
On which the Nymphs amazing webs display,
Of purple hue and exquisite array,
The busy bees within the urns secure
Honey delicious, and like nectar pure.
Perpetual waters through the grotto glide,
A lofty gate unfolds on either side;
That to the north is pervious to mankind:
The sacred south t’immortals is consign’d.”


William Russell Flint illustration for the Odyssey. via.

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