IT'S MY BIRTHDAY ON THURSDAY!!!!!

September 17th, 1930.

I sit at the crossroads of discovery. My mind is ready. I have just found the exquisite alien corpse - A testament to human achievement in an alien form. It is my birthday soon. I will be thirty seven. What a gift from the gods that i might discover something so grand, something to write my name forever in history. the ( Read more... )

are they being nice to him, my father, my horribly wounded father, just so, when i die, when my whole family dies, they will take all of his inheritance? and i can see my end, a kind of occult super-killer has me in its grip. the shadow has descended over minneapolis. pray to god that i don't die.

there are those who live. They take advantage of every hedonistic pleasure, and ignore their suffering or suffer until pleasured. they drink and do not quote, or their quotes are quotidienne, living meanwhile in pleasure, with their intelligence mixed in. they do not scathe, for fear of scathing, or scathe at other's expense, for the pleasure that ( Read more... )

On an august evening, much like the one this night, fifty years ago, i met a woman who would love me. I was not a handsome man, and i grew up in poverty. Had things been of another age, i never would have been able to marry that woman. With nothing was I blessed. It seems I was doomed to be a pauper, and an oaf, for the rest of my life. I must ( Read more... )

cosmic significances, reproaching blind trust ( Read more... )

Hello , she said , and it took her a while to recover .

So it's been a while, recently there's been booze, people and afro samauri. I told the old witch Ethel I'd like to be there with Samuel L smoking refer and listening to underground hip hop. I'd like to be a lot of places, but certainly not in the past.

Speaking of the past, it's been a lot of ( Read more... )

I have some sort of flu/cold/bronchitis/something-or-another it's a pain in the ass and hard to breathe. I can't think of anything to write, which is okay, but i have a few projects that need tending to that I'm unable to tend to, due to my illness. Anyway *cough cough* I'll be writing later.

With ascent into Capricornian materialism, modernity and reckless industry, the polarity of Capricorn, Cancer, the deep roots of a swampwater tree, is suffering. The astrological paradigms of other evil ages, the scorpionic nature of the spanish inquisition and also the reign of the soviets, the Taurean age of peace, grassroots religion and ( Read more... )

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived a young girl who spoke with trees. She would tell the trees all of her happinesses and sorrows, frolick among their roots and dry her tears beneath their boughs. For a long time, all was well in her fantastic grove, and the trees would talk back, but only if she listened very closely. All of the ( Read more... )