It's funny...I had absolutely no idea how crazy I was until I got sane. I am awed with myself, with my ability to live the way I had been living and still function in the world. I am, however, a believer in revolutionary change. And though nothing may look different about me, or seem different about me, I have just undergone a major military coup ( Read more... )

World bending conversation finds me active, actively flailing fighting my way up. I want up. I want out. I am suffocating in here and determined to come to the surface. I refuse to keep hiding. I refuse to perpetuate my own fragmentation. I refuse to loose me in here ( Read more... )

The other night I was outside, sharing vices, testing water. There were citrus fruit leaves over my head, and seven or eight Los Angeles stars, and I was keenly aware of the boundaries of my body. All of the leaves and fruit, the stars and the traces of chemical sunset and the sounds of other people's lives, all of these were very clearly outside ( Read more... )

"The trunk probably evolved from a snorkel function 30 million years ago when elephants were aquatic creatures. Elephants still snorkel when swimming submerged. The ancient snorkel, though, has adapted to a plethora of functions. With it, an elephant can hoist a 300-pound (136 kg) log, pick up a peanut, suck up a gallon (4 liters) of water, jet it ( Read more... )

I have ash in my jeans ( Read more... )

Pick a holiday, any holiday, celebrated at the solstice time of year. Look at all of these people, and the decoration, and the music and the food. Look at the gifts, and these elaborate traditions ( Read more... )

It's been quite a while, I know. Something of a loss of interest in this old beast combined with my inherent inertia. An object in motion will most likely remain in motion. An object sitting in a vegetative state on the couch watching really bad christmas specials at two in the morning will most likely keep that up. No place like home for the ( Read more... )

Salvation glows big ( Read more... )

...this is why I walk and talk this way ( Read more... )

So if I just keep writing, all the time, not here...you know, on actual paper, then I will be fine. I can work it out. Somehow. As long as everything I feel and think gets deposited somewhere other than my brain. Because, for the first time in my life, my brain can't handle it alone ( Read more... )