HANDWRITTEN SHEET - PAGE 23 OF 25

9:30
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My hand is but symbolic of a man who stands with fist
Imprisoned by his watch which hangs upon his wrist
The clock upon the wall dictates both time and fate

Inspired on a walk home from school. I was hurrying to be home by 9:30 to call my girlfriend

I've been pondering
I've been wondering
[crossed out text: been wandering]
I've been pawning
I've been wandering
Ain't got nothing left to trade
And
As

I guess it took me awhile
Before I knew what I wanted to do
Maybe
Or perhaps I'm just like you

Turn the page
Write another chapter
You can always pick something else
If you can't capture what you're after
turn the page

Out on the streets
Raw and uncut
Still sticking out the suitcase
That was slammed half-shut

Im just warming up
to you, to life, to the fact that I exist
Im just warming up
To what I am and am not what I can and cant be.
Sometimes I get too close
You know somebody's bound to get hurt
Sometimes are too high or too low
Ya either float on a cloud or ya get walked on like dirt.

I don't want to be
the man who follows
the legend
I want to be the
guy who follows
the guy who followed
the legend

You know you were drinking far too long / when you find yourself living in a Jimmy / Buffet song / this morning ... and for most of the day / I'm still wasted (today) / (extended) my stay / I'm margaritaville / My brain feels like / It's been scraping asphalt / That some people claim / (crossed out: Thanos a woman to blame) / to blame / worm But I know / It's Jose Cuervo (crossed out word) tequila's fault / to blame / NO CARD VISIBLE in this photo (folder number 1076 used as item number)

(illegible) - faint pencil handwriting, badly smudged and photographed at an angle that makes most lines unreadable. Legible fragments only: "...create dark..." "...straight awai't create dark..." "...don't estate relax..." "...innate locate narrate update..." Remainder (illegible).

Handwritten lyric, no number card (assigned under Ruling 2). Text: 'Start digging a hole / And the scenery never gets any better / When you get up to your neck / You better make sure you check the weather [word struck out] // Grave situations call for desperate measures / Gold digging can have its rewards / Spend your days searching for buried treasures / Just make sure you know what you're digging for'.

Handwritten lyric in black marker on a torn piece of brown corrugated cardboard - the substrate is itself notable. Text: 'I, I don't want to lie to you / I don't wanna be your friend / I, I want to confide in you / That I saved the best / for the very end, / for the very end // I, I just had to tell some one / I, little secret / My dirty... / I, I have barely just begun / to speak the truth / but now there's no use, / but now there's no use'.

Handwritten lyric in cursive on a plain folded sheet with a brown stain. Complete standalone piece. Text: 'Here I am... back where it all started / Where I now stand is where I became a man / It's been many years since I departed / Once a boy without a plan, / No raging fires within - only a single ember / Bid my time for such a long time / Seems like a fistful of Decembers'. RULING: keeps its own number - this is a complete standalone lyric, not a continuation of the item before it.

I got a plan to get us through when we're down
You trust in me I'll trust in you

Patty
There once was this girl and this guy and me
Once just us two but we became three
She loved me for two years
Though she cried a thousand tears
We had our ups and downs and lefts and rights
Then I skipped town in the middle of the night
Yes I once loved her but I let her go
He fell in love and he told her so
A good man from her town
But he was caught on her rebound
He thought he was in good right from the start
The only problem was she closed her heart
As I soon learned it still belonged to me
Poor boy how was he supposed to see?

PAGE 1 (S982) - title in bubble letters: Kristin's Purpose
{struck: My love for you is never ending}
The light you shine is never bending
Your helping hand is always lending (first draft of the stanza, with circled words and arrows)
This heart you've broken is always mending
For my love for you is never ending
(4) The light you shine is never bending / Your helping hand is always lending / This heart you've broken is always mending / For my love for you is never ending
(1) The Angels flying by - just average compared to you / The sun that shines so high - just doesn't seem so bright / The sky that rests above - just doesn't seem as blue / The clouds floating by - just not as pure or white
(3) Certain memories I've had with you / Act as a mirror to my soul / Reminding me of how far I've come / Towards reaching all my goals
(2) When I stare into your eyes / They all just fade away / Though they all are beautiful / You're what brightens up my day
(5) You can't appreciate love without a little pain / Nor the sun without a little rain / I was a candle that needed lighting / You gave me a spark that keeps me fighting / This once black raven has turned to dove / For all you've done you get all my love
PAGE 2 (S983) - draft page, margin box: Who / What / Where / Why / How
The Angels in the sky are pale compared to you
The Angels flying by - seem as just average when compared to you {struck: nothing compared with you}
The sun that shines so high - just doesn't seem as bright {struck: shine so}
{struck: The clouds floating}
The sky that rests above - just doesn't seem so blue
The clouds floating by - just not as pure or white
{struck: Your eyes}
When I stare into your eyes
they all just fade away
Today I found an old poem that I once wrote for you
I'll add it to the rest in
the pile of dreams that never came true
As I look back I see I'm such a jerk
I tried to stay away
but it didn't work
Certain memories with you act as a mirror to my soul
Reminding me how far I've come towards reaching my goal
Alone with my pen and dreams
Michael Angelo couldn't paint your picture beautiful enough to match my feelings for you
I could write poetry of love until I die of old age. I'd have died without doing you justice.

died he would never tell anyone anything again. Three bullets and three blanks. Three lives and three deaths. As he placed the barrel up to his temple he muttered one word and pulled the trigger. A thunderous shot was fired as he fell to the floor dead. His last word spoken with his last breath; "Independence"

PAGE 1 (S1103):
50 WAYS TO FUCK YOUR LOVER
Put a bag over her head Ted
Make sure she's on the pill Bill
Just whip out your dick Nick
Ride her like a bike Mike
Do her doggy style Kyle
Hit her from the back Jack
Play with her like a toy Roy
Go and slip it in Vin
Give her a spank Frank
Stick it right between her lips Chip
Tell her to jump on John
How about sharing Aaron
Tell her right now gimmie Jimmy
Make sure there's no quifs Keith
Go dive in the gorge George
Give her your all Paul
You better make her moan Ramon
Drop the bomb Tom
Measure her by the meter Peter
Get it nice and sweaty Eddie
Look out for puss Russ
PAGE 2 (S1115):
Whip out the meat Pete
Give it a shave Dave
Grab her two knobs Bob
I wanna hear her squel Neil
Rub it on her hymen Simon
It's time for a cherry theft Jeff
Make sure it's bleeding Steven
Ask her to see the movie Free Willy Billy
Shoot a wad Rod
Try not to turn her gay Ray
Go get a blow Mo
Play home run derby with your bat Matt
Do her in the dark Mark
Watch out for the smell Mel
Make her black and blue Lou
Ask her to beg Greg
Time to play Adam and eve Steve
Lift up her skirt Kurt
Make her your Bitch Rich
Try for the fist Chris
Make sure it's clean Dean
PAGE 3 (S1127):
Don't be a dad Brad
Get her wet and hot Scott
Make her panties sticky Rickey
Never settle for a hug Doug
Go taste some candy Andy
Let her ride the bologny pony Tony
Unbutton her pants Lance
Just give her a good fuck Chuck

Neil Young is gettin' old!
Cigarettes look like pencils
So maybe we were taught to smoke
We were taught to trust all priests
That's when I first learned to joke
I got C's in Religion class
Because I taught myself to question
Some questions I was taught
Never to ask without permission
But I was never given so
Some things I learned were never taught
Some things I learned to know
The hard way is the only way
You'll remember a lesson for good
Some things you can learn to fake it
Some things you wished you could
* Marlon Brando, Pocahontas & Me ??? *

Empathy
is really
Sympathy
for the
Enlightened

SHOT FILE: 20260808_204210.jpg

(1) NUMBER CARD: 1, 1, 6, 1
(2) DESCRIPTION: Four white paper sheets with black marker drawings, arranged on a wrinkled fabric surface, alongside vertical handwritten text and small number cards on the left.
(3) TITLE: NONE
(4) TRANSCRIPT: BYRDS

Quantity vs. Quality
She's got perfect plumage
Spread your legs I'll spread
my genes

14
(1) (2)
(3) (4)

THE MAN IN THE SKY
The man in the sky he blocks out the sun
Darkness is left and I see no one
I knew he would come, but I thought he would wait
And for the people who ran it was already too late
it's

Begging Pleading.
Running Screaming
Mying failing
Coffin Nailing?
Ahhh, Ahhh
What can you do?
Ahh, Ahh
Might happen to you - or me
Maybe, We'll see, you never know

This neverending state of chaos reigns
We've got the water but we're fanning the flames
This land of ours is ripe with disease
And yet we're sending billions of dollars over seas

I heard about an accident on the train
That I normally take
This morning I overslept
Usually I'm never late
Somewhere along the line
It seems that someone made a mistake
And after the two trains collided
There was enough blood to fill a lake
It took nearly three days
For all the cars to seperate
These next words give me reason to hesitate
On what I will now say
First I must meditate
On the other train
was my son's favorite playmate
Along with his mom
Who was seven months pregnant

Handwritten notes headed 'Grandma Dizzy' / 'Grandma's head - olden (me)'. References P-1388. Fragmentary personal/family notes ending with an underlined line and the words 'theory of' at the foot. Faint cursive, partly illegible.

Short handwritten note in cursive on torn lined paper. References being 'restored' (underlined), a line about a good man and elephants, ending 'the best of us - good morning'. Personal note, largely cursive and partly illegible.

ART
Poems
Songs
Quotes
Books
Several
OFFCHUTE
Ideas / ADDITIONAL resources
MODE OF ENTRY / SINGULAR IDEA/Concept
Speaches
shows or Live Events
Radio INTERVIENS
Charities
Linked events

Peddling w/ permit +
IF I WAS A DOG
A HOME YOU WOULD HELP ME

Peddling w/ permit +
IF I WAS A CAT
A HOME YOU WOULD HELP ME

CHOMSKIAN
POEMS
BOOK
Street
RHYMES
Stop crime
by B. R.

2-3 ALBUMS
(MUSIC CDS)
SONGS W/ LYRICS
by Brian
Rainstorm
Main stream

1 ALBUM
(MUSIC CDS)
Street
SONGS

Songs of
Injustice
songs
from the
Street

1 ALBUM
(MUSIC CDS)
Lady Weaver
Get Your
Faith Back
for SPIRIT/soul

outside fruit
& water
stand

shower
bathroom
mental health

Central
Location
Store

Street
Side walk

Book/CD
making
office area

Music JAM Room/Performance area

Two sheets of lined paper, a draft and a larger final, reading 'Hippy Bathday You Two' in black marker with coloured correction marks - blue circling the swapped 'i', green arrow moving the 'a', orange/red circling 'You' and 'Two', yellow highlighter on 'Two'. A deliberate spoonerism birthday sign with the letter swaps marked out.

Quantum Physics: Which side of the cube is facing you? You say 'Red' and I say 'Blue', or you say 'Blue' and I say 'Red'! We're both right and wrong and what does the cube say? The cube don't say sh*t! That's the Problem... Haha. This isn't Quantum anything but just a way to get your brain warmed up to Quantum - based thinking...
brianbrainstorm.com

brianrainstorm.com
OLD PYRAMID =
Poor =
Middle Class =
Power Servers =
ELITE =
OUR NEW PYRAMID
The Elite (less than one percent)
Power Servers (3-5%)
The New Void (empty space)
The Dwindling Middle class (10-20%)
The Masses - POOR (75-90%)

Fill in The missing word:
Smarter
Phone
Dumber
Human

Fill in the missing word:
the smarter
the phone
the dumber
the human

the smarter
the phone
the dumber
the human

EFFORT AMOUNT
Lowest level
thinking
thinking & doing

highest level
Thinking
doing
thinking & doing

START
Finish
No Risk / Reward
MAX RISK / REWARD
THE SAFE ZONE
START
Finish
No Risk / Reward
MAX RISK / REWARD

Large working layout, 40 photos (Aug 8, 9:00-9:16pm). Handwritten SONG LISTs numbered 1 through 10, each headed '(selected stanzas)' and annotated in blue with an ordinal - first, third, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth. SONG LIST 9: Fourth Chakra / Words of Love / Prayer for Life's Meaning / Flow / Thunder Storms / Sure Shore / Golden Archer / Summer's The Time / Smell The Flowers / Lyrical Green and Musical Vibes / Rock Around The World. SONG LIST 10: Harry Patch / Old Eli / Leaving Your Roots / Broken Mirror / Penny Wise / Post Card / House of Shattered Glass / Pendulum / Brick Layer / Absolutely Marie / BONUS: Julia's Garden / BONUS: Snow Flakes. Typed sheets for ALBUM 52 and ALBUM 34. Handwritten additions: Daylight Savings / Stars and Strangers / Act Fasting / Perfect / Another epic poem / Charlie Sheen (myth). SET LIST 20 (green ink): Running Free / Secret Room / Fields of Time / Dying Day / Rock Star Dreams / Another Quarter / Ten Percent Torn / My Partner In Crime / Linear / Learn From The Masters. SET LIST 21: Apples and Oranges / A Little More Time / Lonely Clouds. SET LIST 22: Hope Floats. Purple-boxed group: Building a castle / FREE SPEECH / WAVE MY HANDS / DOM-V10 / Apocalypse now see ya later / Enemy of this state / Battle cry. Second purple box: In the shape of an angel / Still walking the earth / Forever / Ten feet tall / Forget Me Knot / After the fact.

Handwritten page titled "STRICTLY PROTEST" lists (with two titles circled in orange - "Bars and Scars" and "Daddy Taught Me"): Another History Lesson, Any Given Day, Battle Cry, Black History, Can't Have That, Cement, Complicated Subject, Cost of War, East Timor, Daddy Taught Me, Empty Room, End Game, Enemy of This State, Fuzzy Math, Green Eyes, Heresy Speak No Evil, Hidden Evils, Mickey D's, Monetization, My Little Revolution, Pardon Me, Patching the Hole, Perching on Powerlines, Picture Something Nice, Pigeon Land, Playing Chess, Point My Finger, Poorest Chorus, Pushing the Button, Rescue; then a second grouping: Spreading the Word, Staking the Flag, Status Quo Woes, Uncashable, United We Stand, Violence Is Their Solution, and (underlined) "You Spilled My Coffee". Typed sheet, "PROTEST POEMS:" with one-line summaries for each: Another History Lesson - finding out what is important in this world; Any Given Day - 9/11 was big thing but what about all the little things?; Bars and Scars - vigilante violence...right or wrong?; Battle Cry - it's a dirty world; Black History - in the United States; Can't Have That - peasants and power; Complicated Subject - this matter of war; Cost of War - what a soldier feels when he/she comes home; Daddy Taught Me - raised by the kkk; East Timor - true tale about genocide; Empty Room - let the marginalization begin/continue; End Game - Alex Jones, Bilderberg group and global domination; Enemy of This State - isolating yourself - the world depresses you; Fuzzy Math - world as seen by king george bush the second; Green Eyes - money is the root of all evils; Heresy Speak No Evil - things wrong with my country; Hidden Evils - there are some places where time stands still; Mickey D's - corporations owning countries; Monetization - becoming a partner on the tube; My Little Revolution - are you one of us or one of them?; Pardon Me - don't trust any politicians, ever; Patching the Hole - useless people; Perching on Powerlines - where do animals go?; Picture Something Nice - walking by the homeless; Pigeon Land - a place so yucky that even the pigeons leave town; Playing Chess - anti-war song against the government; Point My Finger - taking a vacation from being a super hero; Poorest Chorus - the Walmartization of America; Pushing the Button - one flick of the wrist...boom; Rescue - 9/11 worker; Spreading the Word - save the world and kill yourself...don't kill me!; Staking the Flag - the Native Americans getting totally screwed over; Status Quo Woes - wanting to change the world for the better; Uncashable - reality checks are; United We Stand - a history lesson based on Abraham Lincoln; Violence Is Their Solution - don't fight for an unjust cause; You Spilled My Coffee - restoring faith in humanity.

Side 1, "Collaborhythm side": I have 21 albums worth of lyrics waiting for musicians & singers. (Set Lists) / I have a business plan to get me a weekly salary, bonus and healthcare and a percent of future revenue. / I need a business partner and a physical location to get started. / I have 365 lottery tickets people need a place to scratch! Center panel: simple hand-drawn smiley face. Side 2, "Collabtures side": I have 10 albums full of songs I've made with YouTubers from all over the world. (Song Lists) / We create an app where people can register. We create songs live with an audience and online community, helping through a moderator. Anyone who helps contribute to the song will be recorded and future revenue distributed properly.

Large planning sheet headed "WHAT'S ON COLLABTUNES?" listing planned content and features for Tom Jensen's website collabtunes.com. Left column: "CONTACTS / MY BUSINESS CARD / Potential Revenue Streams / WHAT'S NEW? / CHAT GPT Reviews my idea / BE MY AGENT! / SET/SONG LIST THEMES, MOOD/TONE & SIMILIAR TO / START READING NOW/LISTENING NOW POEMS / START READING NOW/LISTENING NOW SONGS / Read my stuff Best-to-Worst / [gap] / Rolling Stone Magazine Article TYPE REVIEWS OF ALL 31 ALBUMS (song & set lists) / [gap] / ONE-SENTENCE SET/SONG LIST SUMMARIES (simple language) / MY LYRICS ARE LIKE THESE SONGWRITERS." Right column: full index list "SONG LIST 1" through "SONG LIST 10" and "SET LIST 1" through "SET LIST 21" (matching the catalog seen in item 1635) followed by "YOUTUBE CHANNEL / BRIEF INTRO / PLACES I'M GOING / ALPHABETIZED INDEX WITH TRACK LOCATION, PAGE #, SUBJECT & CATEGORY / ONE-HOUR LONG VIDEO OF SONG CLIPS / SEVEN-HOUR LONG VIDEO OF FULL SONGS / FIVE-HOUR LONG VIDEO OF READING POEMS / BUSINESS PLAN - short, medium & large / 50 of my Best Songs on one video w/ lyrics / FREE DOWNLOAD PDF File my 398 page Book." This confirms Tom Jensen's website is collabtunes.com and that his self-published book referenced elsewhere runs 398 pages.

Sheet 1, "PLAN A" (blue pen): "Take over a physical Location (Bar probably) and use This premise to Attract People to help us/ 950/0 support * Make it virtual/online/live participation with audience participation from all over the world 3 * we want singers & musician's f (Tom Jensen) to (A) turn my words into songs (B) Cover LadyWeaver songs or Cover songs already made until we find suitable talent (C) Cover Mary Cigarettes songs until we find suitable talent (D) Cover/create more Trevor Moore type songs until we find suitable talent. Then: We Tour = $$$." Sheet 2 (black marker, upside down relative to sheet 1), headed "Revenue Streams": "Website w/ ads / Youtube channel primoting certain musicians (Start a network with 5-10 bands/musicians or so)" and a second "Revenue Streams" block: "Song Writing Contest with record deal) prize or other big reward or sponsorship. / Sell T-Shirts, bumper stickers etc." Additional notes: "Create a Brand & culture / start with my lyrics / Lady Weaver songs / Mary Cigarettes songs / other interested parties"; "-Real life people at Location -Computer people donating or life you/or sponsorships -Sell CDs -Sell lyric books -Link with Rock N Roll Hotel"; "Create Interactive song making platform playing / take online input / Add with real people / Add online musicians and/or person in musicians / Add in person musicians"; and a diagram showing "Talk over a physical Location" linked via "LINK" to "real life people," "online people," and "online places," all "Linked with online." This is Tom Jensen's business plan for monetizing/performing his large personal songwriting catalog (referencing LadyWeaver and other collaborator names seen in item 1635/1556), including covering songs by 'Mary Cigarettes' and 'Trevor Moore' until he finds suitable performing talent.

Hand-drawn website homepage mockup labeled "LYRIC WEAVER" with menu buttons sketched: MP3, PDF, Contact, Ladyweaver (crossed out icon), Songs, Poems; a placeholder profile photo box with a simple drawn face; text "Tom Jensen is...." with several blank lines for bio copy; a box labeled "77 min video of song clips." Attached notes: "372 poems or songs. Broken down into 10 ALBUMS of music already made and 21 albums of lyrics waiting for music! 12 songs per album!"; a thought-bubble reading "A POEM or song every day for an entire year!"; "Song albums (read) [1] [2] [3] etc..."; "Waiting for music albums (need) [1] [2] [3] [4] etc..." This is Tom Jensen's plan/wireframe for a second website or section called 'Lyric Weaver,' distinct from CollabTunes (item 1637), intended to host his self-described output of 372 poems/songs across 10 completed music albums and 21 more albums' worth of lyrics still awaiting music, at 12 songs per album.

(1) Small pocket notebook, handwritten in pencil, an unfinished song fragment: "The last time I was on a plane I wrote a song / Since then nothing's gone right / And yet time stays the same / It just keeps marching on... / I blame myself for time / Time never pretends / Time chooses sides / To be anyone's friend" and, on a later page, "Then next time take a left / This time follow the sun / Rather than go chasing the night" (fragments, appear to be draft song lyrics; remaining notebook pages largely blank or with illegible pencil scrawl). (2) A separate unused black-and-white marbled COMPOSITION notebook (60 sheets/120 pages), completely blank - no writing.