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&lt;p&gt;There’s makeup to cover your weak points and theres makeup to be colorful.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There’s makeup to make your cheeks look more rosy&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There’s makeup to make your eyes more bold&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There’s makeup that makes your skin look oily and shimmery and shiny and wet&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;All of these have purposes of attraction as well as acceptable appearance in general&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But I think girls are over most of that, and wanna feel like a female, and not be male at all, and they wanna just… be a girl… and makeup is one of the most important points on that matter. Not to attract anyone, not to be pretty, just to be feminine.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/266629878</link><guid>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/266629878</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 15:36:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Goodbye Indian Horses</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I’ve been researching the history of the native’s that were in the americas before white people, and i just found this emotional account - below is an excerpt from &lt;a href="http://www.nemasys.com/ghostwolf/Native/genocide.shtml"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;!-- more --&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2642/4120248150_12d32d18aa_m.jpg" align="left" width="167" height="240"/&gt;Even my own Grandmother and Grandfather - he, a Cherokee; her, a Choctaw      - turned their backs on their heritage because of the social, cultural, and      economic pressures - as did their children, as did their son - my father.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One of my earliest memories was the “session” with my Father and his parents      that occurred after I had shared with my classmates that I was part Indian,      after I had shared with them how to tell what animals made what tracks…      the teacher had called my Father and said that I had been telling “fairy tales”      about being part Indian… my Father asked me if I had, and I told him “yes”;      I told the truth.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He then told me to get in the car, and he drove to my Grandparent’s house,      where he told my Grandmother and Grandfather - his parents - what had happened.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My Grandparents became very silent at first - and then stood up and came      over to me - Grandfather then kneeled and held me by the shoulders, and told      me:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;“&lt;i&gt;NEVER&lt;/i&gt; let it be known you are Indian;          you can pass for white, so &lt;i&gt;BE&lt;/i&gt; white - forget everything you know          about being Indian, forget all of it - because if you do not, you’ll be          treated worse than [blacks].” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My Grandfather did not &lt;i&gt;say&lt;/i&gt; “blacks”, but instead used a well-known      epithet… He told my Father never to let me forget that, &lt;b&gt;NEVER&lt;/b&gt; to      let anyone know -&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And my Grandmother, my father’s mother, stood over me, shaking with anger,      and told me “If you tell anyone you are Indian, I’ll whup you so raw you can’t      sit down for a &lt;i&gt;month&lt;/i&gt;“… I was six years old… only six years old…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I never forgot that afternoon - the incredible fear, anger, and confusion      expressed in his eyes and face, her eyes and face; I never forgot the way      his hands grabbed and hurt my shoulders - never forgot the incredible and      devastating contradiction of his words compared to the oh-so-many wonderful      and magical times he took me out in the desert &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;to teach me Indian ways      and skills&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He, who with my father gave me the birth name, the soul name that is so      similar to my Tribal name of GhostWolf - caught in the paradox of wanting      to maintain his heritage and pass it on; yet needing to make a living to support      his family, his children - without being discriminated against…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He, who for the first six years of my life took great joy in taking me out      into the Mojave, showing me how to read the sky for weather, read the phases      of the moon for crops and hunting, showed me how to not only read and identify      the tracks of so many different animals, but also how to tell how long ago      they had been there…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Shaking, trembling, voice full of fear and anger - and yes, hate and shame      - hurting me, telling me “&lt;b&gt;NEVER&lt;/b&gt; let it be known you are Indian”…      He, who had taught me so many truly wonderful things…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Never taught me anything about my heritage, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;OUR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; heritage ever      again…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thus this, my American Indian page…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;it is my hope to learn what I can of my heritage; learn &lt;i&gt;who&lt;/i&gt; my People      the Cherokee and Choctaw are and were… learn my People’s ways and beliefs      and culture… that I may treasure The Ways, that I may honor my People even      though I start on the Path so late in life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That I may share with my son our roots, our Heritage - Our People…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;May the contents of these pages; what I discover and the People to whom      I link, show you the Truth - not only about the People, but also about the      injustice, discrimination, and genocidal treatment of the People that continues      to this day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;GhostWolf&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/265709946</link><guid>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/265709946</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 22:05:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>i hate the modern "process art" movement</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;!-- more --&gt;where “…art is viewed as a creative journey or process, rather than as a deliverable or end product.” according to wiki&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;which is fine…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But the art sucks and the people who stand around talking about it are escapists of the highest order, fabricating a pretentious world of “could be anything” interpretations, allowing conversation to pivot into “look what i can do” recital and analysis of what art is and how the feminist movement is so clever in its cerebral subliminal mediums of minimalistic fatalistic “i wasn’t even trying” smearings of mystique that they call art, as well as the ambiguous expressions that must rise above dualistically gendered sexual interaction into more abstract truth adventures, as they wear the clothes of the textbook descriptions that cause them to fit tightly into the strictly defended dress code of “progressive intellectual new york artist”. in my opinion, the new york abstract art scene was built on popularism and no-isms that obsessively glorify the fashionable underdog, because after all, NYC process artists and socially abstract expression artists are by and large outcast from mainstream style and well, nerds. they HAVE to produce meaningless pointless art, or else they will lose footing on the purpose of defying the order which excellence has so heartlessly denied them membership.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;-mojokiss&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/265403153</link><guid>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/265403153</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 18:05:36 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Perplexing Aesthetics Part Two</title><description>&lt;p&gt;If you add to something beautiful, you risk covering its beauty&lt;br/&gt;If you carve or hack away at something beautiful you risk making it ordinary…&lt;!-- more --&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Think about makeup, hair, clothes, plastic surgery, working out, diet, domestic breeding, photoshop; overwhelming i know.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Subtlety becomes important&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The perplexing thing about aesthetics is that our eyes and brains know what it likes and what it doesnt like and we all have a general set of guidelines of whats beautiful and also a set of guidelines that tell us many many other things about the aesthetics we observe.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Think - creepy, sensual, curious, lost, smart, lazy, nervous, excited, suspicious, the list goes on.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Things that trigger a response can be greatly varied, but not random. There’s a specific language and reasoning happening inside your mind without your involvement, which we after the fact are able to shake off, or buy into. our sensual emotional responses are like deep grooves and it takes effort to step outside of these grooves and reprogram a new response.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;These grooves are built from very young, in fact some of them, we are born with.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Everyone has a different set of grooves. This makes product design hard. This makes the world ugly, when we are all expected to have the same looking houses and cars, poorly fitted clothes, etc.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sometimes tribes… in the ancient wild times and lands, would extend their reach into other tribes, and take away the home “flavors” and replace them with cheaper soul-less goods stamped with the kings seal, and usually taxes of some kind as well as invasive productions and developments in the name of progress. This eventually leads to a world domination ambition - inevitably. but even if it didnt, its automatically a bad idea. but then its a wild world we live in. I want to talk about white people, and the tribeless movement, but that can be in another blog. i’m white by the way, dont get me wrong, its not about being anti-white, just objective.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So the aesthetics of a growing community goes way downhill after tribal boundaries are crossed by the overpowering corporate movements from outside.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Also with modern breeding of humans, we are losing a great amount of our beauty. Beauty will be harder and harder to find, period. we dont have a formula or method for creating human beauty. Its made from millions, thousands at least, years of natural selection. If you take a fox or a dog out of the wild, eventually its pointy ears will be bread right out of it. its not a given and its not “granted” - its a delicate subtle balance and a privileged given only to those who pass the test of nature.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So nature, for all of us, is changing. Ask yourselves… how? the food we eat, the medical we receive, we are allowing weaker babies to live, and weaker adults to breed. I’m not saying im all about stopping this, but its interesting and we have to face the facts, so we can learn from it for the sake of a careful educated progress in which we preserve what we can.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’d also like to add… arent we, in america domestic animals… not unlike zoo creatures? we have been taken out of nature and been bred in captivity, losing our natural gifts and removing ourselves from our roots. white mice become white through constant inbreeding, and through a lack of natural selection right? i’m just speculating. perhaps we should not sit idly by, for the sake of the bigger picture and for the sake of our own well being, knowing we’ve done our part. now you know, if you didnt before, that things arent right, something missing, and now you cant rightly sit back and do nothing about it, at least educate yourself on things that come to concern you, and dont eat a snickers bar to help you forget.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/265206248</link><guid>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/265206248</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 14:57:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>i hear a whisper
i cant make out the words
even tho its near

it speaks into my autoanimatic...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i hear a whisper&lt;br/&gt;
i cant make out the words&lt;br/&gt;
even tho its near&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;it speaks into my autoanimatic realm&lt;br/&gt;
never thru my ears&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;the outer inner worlds conspire&lt;br/&gt;
im the monkey in the middle&lt;br/&gt;
whats the point of trying&lt;br/&gt;
when im left out of the loop&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;life is observation nothing more&lt;br/&gt;
im uninvited to the work&lt;br/&gt;
the systems that possess me &lt;br/&gt;
go about unsearchable&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;but for impulsations and buzzing bones&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;the vectors are a conspiracy &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;this is the door without a key&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/264789635</link><guid>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/264789635</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 06:20:49 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>can we hang out one day?</title><link>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/263063812</link><guid>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/263063812</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 23:49:21 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>[staying flexible - mojokiss]</title><description>&lt;img src="http://3.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktwgjbChl21qzfe7to1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;[staying flexible - mojokiss]&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/262857327</link><guid>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/262857327</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 21:06:47 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>[feet legs ass - mojokiss]</title><description>&lt;img src="http://4.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktwghupUdd1qzfe7to1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;[feet legs ass - mojokiss]&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/262856204</link><guid>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/262856204</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 21:05:54 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>[the pretty dress - mojokiss]</title><description>&lt;img src="http://14.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktwgb7Yzc91qzfe7to1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;[the pretty dress - mojokiss]&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/262850640</link><guid>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/262850640</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 21:01:54 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>[guess the instrument - mojokiss]</title><description>&lt;img src="http://7.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktwg6s4C411qzfe7to1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;[guess the instrument - mojokiss]&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/262847021</link><guid>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/262847021</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 20:59:15 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>corrupt government = more corporate power = corrupt media = blind consumerism = more corporate power...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;corrupt government = more corporate power = corrupt media = blind consumerism = more corporate power = more corrupt media = terrorism = more gainful war = unpopular government opinion = independent internet buzz = civil alarm towards government structure = personal research and study = shedding light on the darkness = public shame on those at fault = reform = a new level of civil ascension = working as a unit to better mankind as a whole&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/262674259</link><guid>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/262674259</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 18:44:51 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>[new drawing of rachel dashae by myspace.com/kellydurette -...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://18.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktw0kixrd91qzfe7to1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;[new drawing of rachel dashae by &lt;a title="artist" target="_blank" href="http://www.myspace.com/kellydurette"&gt;myspace.com/kellydurette&lt;/a&gt; - photo by mojokiss]&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/262433385</link><guid>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/262433385</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 15:21:54 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>i want to play my violin in a big orchestra!!! 
i love music.
i’m very wierd, and shy.
i think...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i want to play my violin in a big orchestra!!! &lt;!-- more --&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i love music.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i’m very wierd, and shy.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i think too much&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i worry about what others think about me sometimes until i overachieve and know i’m above all their judgement.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i wanna play my violin in a big orchestra and be the best in that orchestra!!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;this is a romantic dream&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but not impossible.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’ve played violin now for 20 years or more, sometimes for lots of people.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;maybe its time to make some kind of move&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/262402711</link><guid>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/262402711</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 14:55:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>[amazing theater i played at in st louis]</title><description>&lt;img src="http://2.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktut4gYTeS1qzfe7to1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="another view " src="http://www.geoffrey-goldberg.com/blog/uploaded_images/FoxTheatreFromStage-723552.jpg" width="400" height="300"/&gt;[amazing theater i played at in st louis]&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/261593194</link><guid>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/261593194</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 23:43:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>my tumbularity is falling but im not gonna post provocative pics to try to save it. all in due time....</title><description>&lt;p&gt;my tumbularity is falling but im not gonna post provocative pics to try to save it. all in due time. i’m enjoying other expressions at the moment. things change, fluctuate and modulate. homeostasis at its best.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/261450509</link><guid>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/261450509</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 21:19:28 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>gravity un-explained psycho mind fuck</title><description>&lt;p&gt;CONFOUNDED!!! gravity is so wierd…&lt;!-- more --&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This blog is not about pictures only, i have more to say. And I’ve been blogging about stupid shit for like 10 years so i already know this won’t be popular. people want to feel, and fast. reading isn’t usually something people wanna do, unless of course you happen to like my blogs and then, you’ll read. Here we go - this should be fun - a look at my look at gravity.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;OK. I have no idea where to start. Gravity is a weak element. But you say - it holds the moon with the earth, and the earth and the moon to the sun… but i think its obvious its a weak force. obviously it is mass dependent and not volume dependent. god that is so boring.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You know, you can make a candle burn sideways if you put it in a centrifuge? you can create a gravitational element that overpowers the earth gravity element and influence the direction the flame burns… what does this is the dense colder air gets pushed to the sides and the hot air has no choice but to be pushed towards the center of the centrifuge… this is a type of strange artificial gravity and not true gravity. or is it? i dont know. look at the moon or the earth - its in a centrifugal system itself. they are gravity and velocity keep it in a steady orbit - but what is the missing element? I’d like to think there’s something else. perhaps a repulsive element, or something more complex. how can you make fake gravity happen? Well, when you are in a free fall on earth, its as if there is no gravity, because relative to the elements touching you, you arent being reminded of gravity, but of feeling light and free. until you hit the ground or some projectile sticking up out of the ground. This would all be true if you were falling in an airplane towards earth. You would feel a pressure change, an indirect result of gravity, but no air friction. but have you escaped the element of gravity? no of course not.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What gravity looks like to me is a block of foam where solid things are just gathered areas of the general area of foam. The problem is, why doesnt the foam spring back? I would say because of the attraction of elements. these elements are just waiting to spring back out and release the foam back to its more vacuous state and dispersed state but until then, they are going to hold tight with various dynamics of tension and attraction. They are always being compelled however, to become unstable and to return to the free state. But the amazing thing, is that nuclear material are always being attracted to each other in selective ways. This is the foundation of life, this selective attraction that causes electricity and energy to be attracted into expressions that approach serenity and beauty and for its components of expressions to be destroyed and assimilated quite quickly and gracefully into forms that make the most beautiful sense no matter if they are unpredictable to science and the observer. So all of creation is made of a foam, but this foam isnt like the foam you sleep on. Its more like a smart foam, with many rules of its own, starting with one simple rule, attraction. If you were this foam, and you are, then how would you feel? How DO you feel? right now? Hmm well lets not get ahead of ourselves. There are two attractions - the cosmic zeropoint and the chemical laws of atomic stability… islands of stability and chaos, all that stuff. so - its very hard to sepparate anything in the cosmos, as its all one thing totally and completely. you can explain everything, and nothing all with one blink.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Its very strange, when you have a dream showing you in person, something about time/space when its very foreign to common textbooks. I’ve seen the earth shrink to the size of about 25 feet across in my dream, not in size but in perception, while i was about 50 feet above the ocean. If you think that’s strange, the rest of the dream i cannot even explain, but i know it, but there are no words to describe it. All i can say is that some kind of electromagnetic net which was selectively tuned and primed was wrapped around the earth and gathered all spirit energy and whatever other high frequency holographic wave bodies and salvaged some of it and took it to a place in the universe… through a wormhole apparently - because i went through it myself in my dream, along with some strangers and friends. I think we were all in a strange pure high frequency band pass state where our physical bodies and light world bodies were discarded and we were able to travel faster than the speed of light through a interstellar hiway where we could be reformed in some other world.  This showed me that the universe is all about your eyes, your instruments of detection. We assume our eyes and instruments are the only and most supreme way to view the universe. Of course, its the best we have, so we honor it, but at the same time, its not hard to say, these things are ridiculously limited. If we dont think outside of the box, how will we ever see and know the rest of the universe besides what we already think we know?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So why do we experience gravity like this? The way we do… feeling heavy, having to push things around, etc. Well if we didnt have gravity, we would have all kinds of different problems and different advantages.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Some say matter is energy slowed down. This is an incomplete view of matter/energy. I say matter is stored energy, stabilized energy, potential energy. If energy were not material, then what is it? its plasma, electricity, electrons, ions, photons, etc. So they say. Can you burn, or utilize this? No. You have to have charged electrons, a flow of electrons through plasma from and to differential bodies that can harbor and contain charged particles.  (bear with me as i say things that make no sense. They largely make no sense to me - im learning as i go) so how does this free field of electrons compare to our material bodies? I would have to say in average, the free energy has much less energy density than our bodies or a chair, etc.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I did a little experiment where you burn water… by sublimating it into hydrogen and oxygen. What this showed me was that when volatile elements are bonded with something (as in the case of water) they are stable and stored. The strange thing is that you can’t take hydrogen and oxygen apart mechanically with your fingers, or tweezers. Im not even sure how many pounds of bonding pressure are potential in that bond, but if you place volts through the water, it will indeed separate the hydrogen and oxygen and expand the volume of the molecules that touch the electrodes in the water so this accounts for some energy - the fact the sublimation (causing a solid to turn into a gas) causes an increase in “space” or volume; and then the account for the structures that have been made more unstable and out of sorts that are just waiting to break down even further at this point. Its very strange. They also say oxygen acts as an accelerant when you burn the hydrogen and oxygen together. Bottom line is you have to burn it while its still pure or else the chain reactions wont take place and the molecules will stabilize into water, or whatever other compounds are probable in the given atmosphere.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;oh lets get off that rabbit trail.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;so maybe my whole blog point is that gravity is a perceived bi-product of a differential in energy relative to a gradient dynamic of inverse square proximities and density of electromagnetic fields which must be sped up if proximities are lowered and slowed down if proximities are increased. but my question is in an electromagnetic field, do frequencies increase amplitude and frequency when proximities are changed? or only amplitude? etc…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I’ll look it up real quick&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;thanks for reading.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/261363749</link><guid>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/261363749</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 19:57:44 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>[ashli - primitive northeast florida - mojokiss]</title><description>&lt;img src="http://5.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktsyciwq2x1qzfe7to1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ashli - primitive northeast florida - mojokiss]&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/260310613</link><guid>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/260310613</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 23:41:02 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>i have no morals</title><description>&lt;p&gt;i have no morals and yet i don’t kill, steal, lie or cheat. on the contrary, i’m creative, thoughtful and mindful of the well-being of others around me. i dont need morals to keep me from killing anyone…&lt;!-- more --&gt; killing, and cheating is something you do when you give up on yourself. you kill others or yourself at that point, but before that happens, its more likely you will just sit and watch tv and drink sodas and eat donuts till you end up in the hospital. i dont want to do that. i want to do what feeds my mind, my spirit and support my best projection of my ideal life. yes, i have ideals, but these arent morals. my body and mind tell me what i need to know and feel and how to proceed through life. i dont want an institution to try and convince me i need it in order to make sound decisions, and to follow the rest of the drones. if i did that, i’d be the perfect citizen, husband, patriot and productive member of society. I’d even sing in the choir and play ukulele at nursing homes for the passing generation of poor institutionalized bastards. seems to me the law of the land is to change, use and create “truth and morals” to whatever suits your best interest at the time. lucky for me, i can’t be made to feel guilty and sheepish by your fake gods and i can’t be made to move along by your peer pressure and i can’t be made to shut up by your ridicule. i dont have a fear button. i dont have an off switch. i’ve pulled out my life support and im doing fine. the funny thing is, when i do things my way, and abandon your lies and promises, i find that i do have a soul after all, and its more beautiful than any lie you could fabricate to entice me with.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/260276769</link><guid>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/260276769</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 23:11:51 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>freestyle drawing i did - im no artist</title><description>&lt;img src="http://3.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktsodsSB771qzfe7to1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;freestyle drawing i did - im no artist&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/260073020</link><guid>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/260073020</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 20:05:51 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>why work is harmful</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;when the core motivation for working is to make money&lt;/i&gt;, no matter how noble your need for that money is, your working hands are likely to turn a blind eye at the nobility of your work.&lt;!-- more --&gt; this goes for the poor as well as the rich. i can only speculate this is the real problem with the world. we dont live with our waste and we dont live with our contributions. we only live with our work and our monetary reward, most of which we lose anyhow, or spend on more waste and corruption, perpetuating a downward spiral. So, my wish for the world is that we all do away with money, credit, interest, banks, insurance, tax, corporate alliances, governments, armies, weapons and foolish ignorance. But this would never work out. We are a part of a tree, and this tree is going to grow in its natural order. It’s going to create chaos and destruction. Its only natural to recycle, everything, even ourselves, which we are in the process of doing with our entire race. either we do good on our own or nature will take us all and till our remains into its sovereign soil.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/259803848</link><guid>http://mojokiss.tumblr.com/post/259803848</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 15:17:00 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
