On Mondays he often found himself desiring a return to the womb. It would become apparent as he was making his morning coffee. Always, at some interval between micro-tasks, the realization would float to the surface. The faucet ran, he with empty carafe in hand and immobile, staring out and beyond ...
Random blurts of questionable mind expulsia, and mutterings on existence and the bodhisattva path
Short.
"Dad?" Question. Some concern and an edge of rising annoyance. Familiarity. "Mmm?" Emerging but not committed. Acknowledgement. Hopeful with a tang of inevitable resignation. "Dad. You weren't listening to a word I said. Were you?" Accusation. Definite annoyance with wide latitude. Family. "Yeah yeah. Sure I was." Feed off. Reviewing Llog. 3x speed makes everyone sound like a ...
Fun with purple nonsense
Sometimes you have to let the purple monster off its leash to perpetrate some random idiocy... Listen up long and hard my crisp-bellied friends, there are enemies among us. They stalk the camps with their long, toothy jaws slack and moistened. They track your young daughters' loping gazelle-paths through the crackling campfire towers of dusk with ...
Recipe: Wet Garlic Brontosaurus Ribs
Transcribed from a stone tablet found in the sub-sub-basement of a zoo monkey-house in Minto New Brunswick (known as Bedrock City in pre-historic times). I've substituted some of the extinct ingredients for foodstuffs that are more ...
The worst poem ever
I saw a dead bird on the fence today. Part of it was missing, and part of it was black, and the tiny little flies that dotted its back looked at me and said, "Shiiiiiiiiiiiit." -fin-
Knowing every knowable aspect of a lie does not make it a truth.
Earlier I thought of a kind of place. Not truly a physical place, but involving the physical space. Not tied to a specific spatial coordinate, an imaginary, yet agreed upon location at the intersection of two imaginary lines. No, this place can be entered into by any consciousness-bearing sentience that stumbles upon it. This is the ...
Did I mention this already?
Hiding in the deep country. Staying away from the other creepers, scurrying like vapid rats to the trickle of moisture in some dank public house. Their mutterings only give rise to distration and boiling rage of the hobo. He'd try desperately to stay awake. Pouring carafes of scalding coffee into his raw esophagus in the ...
Required weeding.
Language pisses me off. Moreso, how language's users/creators largely are ignorant of the importance, function and beauty of the language they are viciously mistreating. Language has been described as a kind of thought-virus (Wm. Burroughs, a mental hero of mine), the central pillar upon all knowledge, civilization and intellect is precariously balanced, and as a ...
dement your cramp
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speak to my knees
Gack crossed the street before traffic provided a lull. He almost always did this when he wished to cross. He rotated pan dimensionally on his right heel, tucking his left leg locked, in behind his right knee. Elbows notched, hands ready but loose, chin tucked. A soft, half-reverse, pirouette drop-in from the curb. Then ...
WTF?
I can't describe how disturbing this image is for me.Flickr stream
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