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As you can tell, I've been off on another pseudo psycho spiritual mind kick lately. This would be the heavy dub portion on the partial soundtrack for the life of a mad multi medium artist epic opera. Cue the kettle drums and timpani, Maynard. And, while talking with a friend (hi B.!), I uncovered a point that bears further hammering.

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I have always found words to be like stone. They are heavy and cumbersome to me. Perhaps it is because they are symbols that we have assigned meanings to and our assignments have given them weight and form...I dunno... They are just sooooooooo stiff and, often while I am writing, I see this sculptor dude sorta hammering away at these rocks with a ( Read more... )

I've been reflecting on the true nature of the self. Our society seems so obsessed with the preservation and cultivation of the self, doesn't it? But I wonder if all that self actualization and be all you can be mentality is really where the real truth is at? Seems to me that THAT is a carry over from the renaissance mindset that was incorporated ( Read more... )

No armor
no skins
here I am
naked and free
translucent
silvery blue
pulsing in red
awaiting instruction
from my heart
through my soul
into wonderful you
I leap joyous
with a smile on my lips
wind in my hair
faster than a comet
I stream with you
into everything that was
and everything that will be
I see the circles
and return to home

So, I've been a bit under the weather. Seems like I go through this seasonal cold thing twice a year (spring/fall) for about a week. Looking back, it seems fairly consistent. Anyhow, my head is all muddled up and I'm resting up so maybe I can be 100 percent by time I fly out to Vegas this saturday. I am so looking forward to this journey and ( Read more... )

Yesterday my ex informs me that my house is cursed. I reflected on this for some time and wonder if it is not the house but rather the man who inhabits it? I could point out numerous failings over my 4 decades and illustrate my sorry condition in my current state of decay and death to support that conclusion but to what end? It is what it is. I can ( Read more... )

Up in the wee hour again...cats trampling the roof, yowling at the window, and pleading at the door screaming "get up and feed us you sorry bastich and let us in to wreck the house too"...bladderskein empties, gas ejected, time to fax resumes...ah, a smoke and a plastic cup of OJ...index finger twiddling nose hair...cats rush in looking like they ( Read more... )

Oh the joys of a stuffy head and watery eyes...I can't think (echo)...still, better now than next weekend. Blessed be...