w. l. schafer WLS jazzresin. Remote View Scanner for Historical Presence, iOs recording artist

Friday, December 16, 2011

Wid da Woman persnatch the archetectHolagpher shuld try agin. Third times the charm. Wo-man and man too incompatible other than the copulatory mechanism. Lillith of the Mud is the true mother we all gonna climb down into her womb. That is unless u rocketship yer remains outaspace. Then ya gotta worry bout stranglets declaring yer soul microquasar (Houston...we have a problem.../(ytyyfcghgcHjg}f\fg\£b£\f÷`h=yu~r\ff¥¥»r«gh÷`=\»¥»df«\f2{e»::÷;`jyhj~/g\:÷÷j)\ff6f~y÷;;!6c6÷b!•:÷jhj÷j÷•••.¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤)))))))). SS433 already has dibs on me my friend. I decide upon implosion vs. Explosion. Black hole vs. Supernova. Until then I quaver tiny superheavy neutrino beaconing my scream faster than light across all cosmos! Help!

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

http://playersretreat.net/expensivescotch.htm
http://www.squidoo.com/Malt-Whisky-Buyers-Guide
http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Single_malt_Scotch

Archetype revealed.
New paradigm time perception will send sanity spiraling. Best to have known Slow time for that little window of our youth. Now Know the tempo beyond prestissimmo as we are expected to keep up with the blazing bliostering bitstream zapping microwave A.I. Devices strapped near our gonads. Nano one's and zero's baby fried. My smile is purely artificial. Was called a racist. HA. All dna die. Learn that Dna is the big holdback keeping you landlocked on gristly old Gaia terra firma. Prison planet fuckpod hive larva. Time bending silver malleable. We'll course back and forth within your lived time stream after death; that is unless you've been selected for immortality with the condition of no continued offspring DNA child replications. Then you are free to fly explore multiverse. Become the weather. YOU ARE the WinD. ThE WinD is you. World War Seven is a muthAfucka of psyionic dominance amongst those who claim control over dna modification. Good times if your gone AWOL infinite off world. Bad times if yer ghost string is trapped as they will begn to nullify all remenants of history Ghost physical and digital. Good luck vogelONE you and I and ET ike have a chance to escape. 5th column or bust. Love always, iLL.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Set of 8 Rorschach testing cards printed in Switzerland.  If you said the wrong thing it meant years in the sanitarium for you!  They all look like spaceships to me!  These are numbered 1-8 (roman numerals) and have the signature(not real) of Hermann Rorschach on the back.  Printed in Switzerland!  Copyright 1921.  In pretty good shape.  Not sure exact age.  Collectors Item!
Hermann Rorschach(German pronunciation:[ËŒhman oax]or[oax]; 8 November 1884 – 1 April 1922) was aSwissFreudianpsychiatristandpsychoanalyst, best known for developing aprojective testknown as theRorschach inkblot test. This test was reportedly designed to reflect unconscious parts of the personality that "project" onto the stimuli. Individuals were shown 10 inkblots, one at a time, and asked to report what objects or figures they saw in each of them.[1]
Rorschach was born inZürichand spent his childhood and youth inSchaffhausen. He became known to his high school friends as Klecks, or "inkblot" since, like many other young people in his native country, he enjoyed Klecksography, the making of fanciful inkblot "pictures." Unlike his classmates, however, Rorschach would go on to make inkblots his life's work.

Friday, December 9, 2011

he great transgression is nigh. It is good to see you prepare the crystalline luminescence. EXpose yourself to the other dimenensionals. You may be able to survive the initial onaslaught. Bribe the OTHERS with the uncut gems on your ledge. Suffer Well my friend and may we fight valiantly in the impending War of Frequencies. Intel is already censoring/fabricating/classifying our communications. Be aware that Bill might not be Bill next time we meet. Ask about burroughs favorite comic strip. Codeword: fingers schafer is a ....

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Yazza n' much jazza back at you. Have you been able to leap the nuclear desert? From quark to Neutron star. Yeah baby. Now you know... We know not a thing! nothing out there. including us!! but, lex baby mela huntar crazy incomprehensible strangelets jive wiggle and fall to the sound of jazzlike scrawls and histronics. A and voracious dark matter feeds off their 'oh so precious' feedback of us jazzlike improving. Our bebop stranget dewdrop whims. They feed off it... simple innocents quircks of the windblowers divits and thought that feedbacks they feed oFf the feedbacks squall and in doing so tha other side's version of life is regurgitated nurtured in mirror anti horror land logic.. We're alone. Jazzresin lex mela huntar both Sr. Jr.and the III. But you Alexander Wesley Holloway Melise and yourself along with William Lincoln Schafer and me we can dig cause its no difference to the studied musician of frequency high and low. Right? It is as it is and always willbe/hasbeen. To be or not to be was the ANSWER not the question. You of all strangelets, you shine a singularity light unique in both voudou physics and jive ass jazz. you my microquasar law breaker full-lackhole darkatter kind credentials. You my ninja nwrd Niger river Kaw asia ninjitsu, you play a song of both sides of the universe. One of the many reasons I love you admire you and call you hero. Gestalt my friend Gestalt Aleph to you always and fornever. Ill jazzresin cypher sephiroth.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

http://blogs.riverfronttimes.com/rftmusic/2011/11/what_to_do_weekend_shows_best_concerts.php
There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic."
"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."
"Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat."
Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
Anais Nin

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

To think that I would die this time
Isolated in the room where the bed rises
Photographic ordinary people are everywhere
Extraordinary histories, ordinary histories, ordinary histories

I'll find sleep, I'll find peace
Or in death you'll sleep with me

To figure that it was my fault
Or so I've come to realize life is not about
Love with someone (ordinary people are everywhere)
Extraordinary people are, ordinary people are, ordinary people are

Everywhere you look, everywhere you turn
Illness is watching, waiting its turn

Did I go at it wrong?
Did I go intentionally to destroy me?
I'm suffering in noise I'm suffering in (touching ordinary body)
The burning from within the burning from with (ordinary hysteria)
I could not be at rest, I could not be at peace (extraordinary hysteria)

So do yourself a good, or do yourself a death from ordinary causes
Or do yourself a favor, or do yourself a death from ordinary causes

Illness likes to prey upon the lonely, prey upon the lonely
Wave goodbye, oh, I would rather be, but I would rather be fine

I want to be well, I want to be well
I want to be well, I want to be well

And I forgive you even
As you choke me that way
With the pill or demon
And the shrouded shalom
Under conversation
In tremendous weight of
A crowd of ages outside
Dressed for murder

I'm not fucking around
I'm not, I'm not, I'm not fucking around

And shall I kiss you even as you take me that way?
With the pill or demon as my body changes
Apparitions gone awry
They surround me, all sides
But from within I see an unholy change

I'm not fucking around
I'm not, I'm not, I'm not fucking around

Friday, October 21, 2011

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Monday, September 12, 2011

First of all I must say I'm a long time appreciative customer who loves your Coffee, enviroment, service, and of course the iTunes cards. It is amazing that I have never had a complaint in all of the thousand or so visits to your shop throughout the country!!!! Tonite I stopped by the mall specifically to enjoy a Venti coffee and the ladies at the stand were inhospitable. Although it was only 8:45 they said they were closed. I asked well do you have any coffee left over or maybe an Americano? They told me, "We close when the Mall closes." Terrible logic due to the fact the mall was not closed. I asked for a manager's name and number and they were unable to provide me with one, stating, "our manager got fired, we don't know who's in charge." Very unlikely, if no one's in charge then what keeps them from swindling the corporation. The young lady got in a huff after that and threatened to call mall security as if it was wrong of me to ask questions of service. Starbucks, I felt bewildered and dismayed.....My first cup of your coffee was enjoyed on a train ride from Jefferson City, MO to Seattle,WA back in 1997. Your 99.98% perfect service towards me is stellar, but it doesn't feel as good as the impeccable 100% I use to know.

Friday, September 9, 2011

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http://www.google.com/m/url?ei=_VJqTpjID4qwNOT_-G8&q=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salicylic_acid&ved=0CA8QFjAA&usg=AFQjCNHHf9P3M219fJ6yNwT2VAtL2vV_ig
That was a month before SALICYCLIC ACID
Curvature of the scalp. An Absyss occured. Pulling into its wound follicles like an anomily; a black hole did originate in my head as prophosized. The pain a dull sense of unrest unjust and dis dis ease. Waking hours sleeping hours did not adjust the restlessness and vertigo. Plucking and perplexed I set out upon this labrynth sea of lessons and learn I did indeed. Those that should of helped me only thickened the hurt. Doctors prescribrd steroids which only excaserabted the reneagade deeper into the hidden pit. Mirtazipan deadly a dermatologist insisted caused a depression in my mind like no other paracide included. The nag of the old mare suggested glue factory. And wisdom of the father sent me to counselor on to psychiatrist and failed psychotherapy due to cost. Eventially I strong armed a surrogate dr to scheduled blood tests. They returned saying I was in good health; but how can I feel like I'm dying all the day and night. Sax playing a curse set and I stopped playing a year before this all started. The curvature of my scalp like geotectonic plates in hyper speed. Phenomena crept into by back lower back and finally spine till I claw for hours at invisible fubar bogies. Trictolomania fuck trichtolomania, an impulse control dx similar to gambling addiction, kleptomania, and arson junkies. Needless to say, cuss words endless omitted along with the infinte prayers of mercy; and of course the all too real damnations of God's creation itself, I suffered too physiologically to deem this trichtolomania. A barber plucker hairy backed cucoldmonger I may seem but damned if I'm going to do Nothing about this. Extract this and that and then some in private and public. Let my hurt be seen what do I care to hide it. A time machine it has become. For it steals my time forward. I am aware of the great loss. Kleshas play the tricks and you adjust. Four months now there have been daily adjustments new paradigms daily. I am dizzy with theory and approach.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Curvature of the scalp. An Absyss occured. Pulling into its wound follicles like an anomily; a black hole did originate in my head as prophosized. The pain a dull sense of unrest unjust and dis dis ease. Waking hours sleeping hours did not adjust the restlessness and vertigo. Plucking and perplexed I set out upon this labrynth sea of lessons and learn I did indeed. Those that should of helped me only thickened the hurt. Doctors prescribrd steroids which only excaserabted the reneagade deeper into the hidden pit. Mirtazipan deadly a dermatologist insisted caused a depression in my mind like no other paracide included. The nag of the old mare suggested glue factory. And wisdom of the father sent me to counselor on to psychiatrist and failed psychotherapy due to cost. Eventially I strong armed a surrogate dr to scheduled blood tests. They returned saying I was in good health; but how can I feel like I'm dying all the day and night. Sax playing a curse set and I stopped playing a year before this all started. The curvature of my scalp like geotectonic plates in hyper speed. Phenomena crept into by back lower back and finally spine till I claw for hours at invisible fubar bogies. Trictolomania fuck trichtolomania, an impulse control dx similar to gambling addiction, kleptomania, and arson junkies. Needless to say, cuss words endless omitted along with the infinte prayers of mercy; and of course the all too real damnations of God's creation itself, I suffered too physiologically to deem this trichtolomania. A barber plucker hairy backed cucoldmonger I may seem but damned if I'm going to do Nothing about this. Extract this and that and then some in private and public. Let my hurt be seen what do I care to hide it. A time machine it has become. For it steals my time forward. I am aware of the great loss. Kleshas play the tricks and you adjust. Four months now there have been daily adjustments new paradigms daily. I am dizzy with theory and approach.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Oedipa Maas a day before she recieved Pierce Invirarity's Will (OM a perfect circle about to face the labrynth of the intgr 3.1417etc.......)

Really?

Friday, August 5, 2011

Proud to drop some skrilla on ya'allz for your continued excellence. Too cool to be nerdcore 2 joked up for mainstream consideration. What is it? Does humor belong in music? NO!(Unless yer Shorty Petterstein or W.Al) But Southside gets the granted permissions and upgraded headspace codecs to do whatever they want. Excellent production values and damn kids you all sound a bit Too real. What u doin? Puttin holographic autotune fx on us? Nah I already know. T.Lund turned me on breakbeat in 94. White Horse White Lines Hash burn the barn down in that broken down Ambulance Toronto bound STM Damn! Shoulda expatriated. MC Chris is the only comparable playa to the Southside View of life:
MC chris- Wiid. Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there
Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there
Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there
Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there

We're smokin' that Danger Girl
We're smokin' that Gen 13
Bong's called Yoda, man
and Yoda can't a bag filled with stems and seeds
Yo, I can't stand no ecstacy
Cocaine made a mess of me
Beer and booze are now things that I use to do
Don't misconstrue, I'm still abusin' weed
Some kids like to get fucked up
actin' black by rollin' them blunts
I got a one hitter called Margot Kidder
and I only need to hit that shit once
'cause I ain't made of nickels and dimes
Fat kind make me tickled inside
Say no to cuttin' up lines
that's one-point-twenty-one jiggawatt jive
And I ain't no Nancy Reagan
just sayin' kinda take it slow
Say yeah to the jazz cigarette
say nil to the thrills of pills and blow
Teen years about gettin' beat down
and your twenties 'bout smokin' them pounds
Stick around for the sticky amounts
flick a Bic 'til your stuck to the couch
I'm the sativa cyborg
I smell that shit like a wine cork
I hope they never legalize
then High Times won't have anything to fight for
I used to smoke with kids at shows
but I stopped 'cause they all had colds
but I got Emergen-C and a bag of Coldeeze
and mad trees so let's all get stoned!

Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there
Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there
Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there
Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there

After a show, you're a friend of mind
handshake with a prize inside
These are Batman Begins hallucinagens
These whammies are weaponized
LSD and shrooms, I tried them
was a time when I wouldn't deny them
All you need is one trip where you lose your shit
kiss goodbye to the sky with diamonds;
but I keep coming back like it's Atkins fat
'cause the weed's like crack cocaine
but the risk you take is just getting baked
you're surely gonna see the next day
They say we fund Al Qaeda
Sounds like the government's jealous
Let's get the enemy stoned
bring our ninjas home - to hell with Christian zealots
'cause all we need is some weed and a laid back beat
black lights if you stereotype
couple bean bag chairs and a lack of airs
a marathon of price is right
What's the 4-1-1 for realzies?
I freeze my Reese's Pieces
It's like everytime I pack a pipe
my appetite suddenly increases
You know what a cracka mean
green leaves my cractorbeam
addicted like it's gasoline, just pass the trees
while I live that cracker dream
but I might have to cease my deeds
I might have to take control
'cause I ain't down with little mc
growin' up in a cloud of my second-hand smoke

Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there
Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there
Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there
Weed is by my side, it's always been there
Always been there, always been there

More of Charity.

Charity indeed!

Friday, July 8, 2011

Professional musician, Jazz Saxophonist, Street musician, DJ jazzresin, Jazz Composer, Avant Garde Moog synthesizer Rock performer, Sound Sculpture recording artist. Music Educator, Oasis Older Adult Wellness, Riverview Gardens East Middle, Mars Music. Music Therapist Board Certified. Married to one brilliant Chinese/Indonesian computer genius, Anastasia; we live in an 1880 row house in LaSalle park downtown STL with our two 'babies' wardell n' mick, tzih zu dogs. No children out of world overpopulation concerns and Zen notion of preventing future suffering. 'Bill' has had plenty of wilderness years lost in wanderlust living in Seattle, Wa & Brooklyn NY: hating those places he crashlanded back in STL. His Mizzou music perfomance degree wasn't doing much for him so he continued his higher education through UMSL Bachelor of music education, K-12 state certified. Finding no band/orchestra director positiona available and disliking general music education he pursued his interest in psycho-acoustics, biomusicology, and transpersonal musical phenomena led him to Maryville Universities Music Therapy program. As of 07/07/2011 he continues to practice music therapy at a local psychiatric adult inpatient hospital. Bill passed his 5yr annual recerification just recently. Bill's favorite writers are William S. Burroughs (he had the pleasure to visit the author in 1996 at his Lawrence, KS home) Thomas Pynchon, J.G. Ballard, and Phillip K. Dick. Hobbies include abstract painting, hacking, urban archaeology, collecting antiques-records-books-curiosities, gem hunting and cutting, surveillance art. Currently his favorite musc is by the prophet Ryoji Ikeda, Alva Noto, Ingram Marshall, Keith Fullerton Whitman, Charlie Parker, Howlin Wolf, Department of Eagles, Grizzly Bear, AU, Sufjan Stevens, CAN, Basement Jaxx, Boards of Canada, Nina Simone, Iannis Xenakis, Moondog, etc.ad infinitum. Bill is looking forward to a future of time travel , artificial intelligence, designer gentic modulations, communal thought quantum symphonic improvisation holography, and sustainable world peace through drastic reduction of human population and the extinction of nationalities and token economy slavery.

Wilderness Years

Benard n' JR in manhatten R line sub
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