i have this recurring dream of limpid bodies of water and fish and others (turtles, for example) gamboling within -- its not so much a recurring dream, but a motif which somehow appears with great frequency. i will look out a window, and be captivated by the pellucidity and clarity of the water and the great hidden submerged universe, now revealed ( Read more... )

being here with only my macbook has finally made me go on google and start learning how to use this thing. i guess its not the piece of shit i made it out to be. ha. ive had this thing for a year and jerked myself off by putting window xp on it (which i recently took off to put on another computer ( Read more... )

a few weeks ago i got jumped in bushwick by 5 big dudes who kicked my face in = new bionic jaw w/ titanium screws :( ... it was weird, waking up in the ER, and the only thing I could babble about was the documentary "touching the void", i felt i was immersed in some lucid dream set in transparent bakelite ( Read more... )

a poor winter for health; a month ago i went to a doc for the first time in perhaps 5-6 years? i suppose i haven't had proper check up since duodenal ulcer, an ulcer which spurred a short and intense obsession with broccoli (and broccoli sprouts ( Read more... )

i had no conscious appraisal of cassoulet before i read journey to the end of the night (the caustic and lyrical protagonist bumbles his way through french african colonial time space, insane and half alive with fever, with nothing but cans and cans of cassoulet). even then the book offered no real description beyond that it was canned and that it ( Read more... )

first lucid dream last night, in a dogs age, in a dragons age, in a ouroboros age. i was in some college lecture with my friend s. the teacher was terence mckenna -- i don't remember to much now; we sat politely, and terence tried to loosen us stiff up by passing around a joint of some kind. actually, he called his drug dealer first who showed up ( Read more... )

to plus this: Bushbash09.com

full moon o'er the hudson at night makes it like flowing murder.

we got a cat, he kind of clumsy, plays the grand piano and eats barley. a cat eating a bowl of barley is kind one of the cutest thing someone could see. dude is just getting into it.

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its been a long time since ive posted about the moment, seems like not since college -- but i promagate that there is nothing better than sitting on my roof, watching a gnarly thunder storm roll over manhatten, racing towards you with bolts of lightning -- smoking some weed, the first splatters of rain, multiplied exhorbinantly ( Read more... )