where to go

Where to go in the whole wide world? Where to go in the whole wide web. This half life of dying isotopes and the secrets that trees hold. Is your life boring? Let's make it more exciting more full of drama subconsciously in the stage of the world and the rage of a howling animal. I want to bark at the moon, my nuerons are stretched my synapses snapped with the fear of life, which in my younger days there was no fear at all. Even now in the swirling waters of dark rivers past I am not really afraid, just feeling some trepidation I have not felt in a long time. Breaking the waves and breaking bad, the feelings of the past are just not there. This weekend was wonderful as the celebration of one of the best people in the world and her name is Cayce Cole. The sea of Cortez is a wonderful place to go sailing if your captain is a little boy with blonde hair with ocean blue eyes. This kid is fantastic and is Cayce's sun and her son. I'm trying to hold onto those good feelings of pure joy and love that you can only experience when being around people like that. Though now I have returned to life and reality with the scuttling of my life vessel and the raging storms that approach. Reminder to self, to look towards the horizons, set sail, and once arriving in a foreign land to burn the ships and leave everything in the past behind. Which side am I on? Spy vs. Spy and the beast that needs to be tamed. I saw you at the movie theater in your red hoodie tonight, and yes you were a vision of pure beauty and light visually that I may never know. The world is full of billions of people and somehow you were shining in the crowd a the theater and sent my mind and heart racing like it seldom does these days. I probably will never meet you, but many things in my life I thought were not possible have actually happened. So to the horizon my mind has set sail and I am ready to burn the ships once I land on the alien shores of my new world. godspeed.

the earthen crack of ware.

in the past two weeks I was a Spaniard who couldn't speak Spanish. In the past six years or so I've probably been a bastard, with honorable thoughts, but paper in actions. Like a flimsy roll of toilet paper rolling down the highway at 88 mph trying to go back to the future. In a world of floating brains and hoverboards zooming across the immense labyrinth of thought in the industrialized jungle of emotions held tight by twine and the ever encompassing pull of gravity and love. run on. run on sentences and the rambling thoughts of a river of madness that I call modern life. We can choose to fall down the drain pipe, down the sentence of silent solitude. But let us not do that, let us go into those white out conditions of the mountain of life and feel our way down. The eternal sunshine of our lives should guide us with laser like precision. Let's taste the nectar of the gods that she provided us. It took me a long time to see this. The general kindness of strangers. I'm in love with so many things, I can't choose but one. I'm in love with the general enthusiasm and the kindness of others, I'm in love with you being brave and just going for it. I'm in love with a girl. I'm in love with the sun behind a tree in the meadow. I'm just here and will always be. I am I am. I am here.

earth

Earth to copy, can you read me, roger. and me. we can run to the rings of saturn and have a picnic on the moon. I saw the eagle fly high with a pillow between its talons. You can move to South America, but I am not sure if it will help. Somewhere we belong here as long as we are not driving around in circles. Where am I? was the common line between the two scripts though they reference the same event horizon. Earth plux, one plux, flex, plus this is the flux capacitor as we know it. Throw some rubbish into it and the answers were not there. I have to do everything the long way because right now my computer will not type apostrophes, since it atrophied a long time ago within the river of the universe. I am wearing clam diggers or high waters as the tide comes in. I see the beach blanket bingo going on and I close my eyes. We are this close to the answer of the brigadier general and in general nothing is as bad as this capital or corporal punishment. Bread sticks bird brains I keep typing til the end of the sun. The rays shown through the earth, the magma, the tectonic plates. The earth moves a millimeter each day, but we travel miles by the second. Well not really, but by the minutes. And that is how I march to the beat of this drum line.

slowly slowly, quickly quickly, we beat out all the ghosts of our hearts and our minds. travel the universe in perfect unison with our thoughts. the confusion of all our experiences roll in the tempest of our chemical machine. the breadth of the baby cat was always there. can we let the lexington of our hearts go like a billion white doves darkening the blue sky of our lives? the gallop of horses is heard off in the distance, this doesn't leave the room because it's a secret shared among friends. I want to tell you these secrets, but would it endanger the others or roll the trusts of others into something so insignificant. the capital of Wisconsin is the code that we live by. the creature of the badger goes digging and digging. we can jump up and down and scream from the mountaintop. Let's go to the other place by slowly circling and circling. I circled the date with the blood from my heart. We are blood brothers in the literal and metaphorical sense. I have no sense in the breakup of time. time is the source of the delusion and the grandeur. times of post apocalyptic visions and the ordering of our lives. I'm in need of the dewey decimal system of our lives. In order to categorize all of this I'm going to need a lot of helpers. slow down your thoughts so you can truly experience life. Be here now, because that's what you need to be. Be present, be here, be always in the know. Let's go discover this movie of life.

the flicker

of a post of the drain of the same of the membrane. I've gotta say that I was surprised of the news of the passing of the flame. I heart you and I love you and I have to say why do the good die young. In a primordial or a torrential scream to the heavens. I say don't take the good anymore and hell you should take the bad. But no it doesn't work that way with angel wings or soaring into the clouds or the earth as we know it. I am going to wage war against you towards the end of time. I'm going to beat the battle that we never could have. It's easy to dismiss and overlook and never think of. You laugh and smirk but I'll wipe that from your face. Boneless, white bone, earthen shatter, ever the link of the unimaginable. I sweep through the rain like a schooner with sails. A cutlass sword that slashes through our heavenly times. I say you are unfair, and you are. Admit it. An angry old man with the seas of uncertainty. A refuge from the storm that makes no sense. I would have left if you weren't here, probably for better shores. I've always been my own adventurer seeking better opportunities in far off land. Which in repost is probably better than most.

you burn

you burn like the sun. like a supernova that envelops all of the heat of a galaxy far far away. the constant scroll of names and contacts have brought us to the event horizon of the different plainer moments of our life. Plainer as in plain, yes I know it's a made up word like many sequences of letters in the english language. I can drop one thing two things and yes I am living in my own demented fantasy. The earth rains with blood, the fire reigns it all. The people who we consort with own everything. I can till the lands til the land is bone dry. Put this on the yoke of my soul and it's no small command. In general in corporal in theory in space, the lands of time and the strength of our persistence bent the bands of time. A band of outsiders in the light years away. Let's hit turbospace and you and I can be together in the next life. Like my friend once said. Ha. Parisian times and the parisian planet, we made it of croissants and the bagels de luxe. I can see the rim light of life cascading over the silhouette of your head. Every day I wake up and I say to myself this is going to be a good day, this is the day that we will live and appreciate forever. That's all I want you to know and to say to you.

the effort

to be the one you would love to be. The race to see who is telling the truth and do you have a magical lasso to make you tell them to. The invisible jet the invisible refrain from what we wanted to say. The new ecology is where we are headed. The compass of your mind leading you to the answers where we could probably solve them with an etch a sketch. Indecent proposals are left at the stage door when we couldn't go to sleep. Let's run and eat at the same time. Peanut butter, bananas, a strawberry that looks like an ear, and I can't remember the last time I had been there.
The cycle of the ocean waves cleaned the inner ear of life grandstanding. The box of a gift was left here in the quiet solace of the night. The black clouds are rolling in with the ferocity of the tiger beat. Can you see the foolish bets that they made in the early morning Kentucky bound. Sometimes I want to stay out, but it's better to be in. All bets are in and I'll say that maybe this wasn't the way to go. I can't say the handcuffs of your heart were the right thing to do, maybe it's what you always thought was right. A piece of butter and you're toast for the golden triangle to detect. Let's do this, let's misappropriate those funds.