looking downward, only seeing shuffling feet with their erratic silhouettes illuminated by sweat and smoke and dim light. looking forward, only seeing a sea flailing arms and smiling faces-eyes closed. all around, looking inward, developing community. trying to explain the muffled sound your voice makes, but, unable to articulate due to the ( Read more... )

during the talk, my heartbeat reverberated throughout my entire body, my clothes were pulsating, even my scarf was shaking. between my ears, the urgency was unbearable and all i wanted to say was that i liked the idea of pervious surfaces but they were not taking into account unforseen externalities. “in the presentation” was the response. never ( Read more... )

this is the first time ive been in this yellow-walled room for more than ten minutes since last tuesday. i slept late that day, nervous about the trip ( Read more... )

on this trip, i have been a bird and a butterfly. when im a bird, the cities dot the landscape of the vast expanses of america’s endless poem. when im a butterfly, the cities are wondrous and lonely and isolated, they’re fragile and scared. im always both at once, on an ever-changing continuum. this land isn’t barren: it’s diverse, it’s beautiful ( Read more... )

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Upon entering the remnant of our industrial past I was greeted with "Oh, hey Jesse! Do you, um, want a free hit of LSD." Although I declined the offer, I knew the night was going to be transcendental ( Read more... )

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i just smoked my pipe by the beach. it was clean, it was real, it was pleasant ( Read more... )

clothes are drying, i got hit by a car yesterday, im okay, my bike is okay, im better than okay, im listening to mice parade, im eating toast with peanut butter and rasberry jam, im going out in an hour or so, i just took a sip of water ( Read more... )

pop, the tire went as i rode to my first test.  the imperemable bubble of my consciousness remained, serene.  pop went the frame (a literal popping noise) as i rode across the st anthony main. pop pop pop goes that  bubble.  all this popping makes me want to go. i want to flee to valencia and study the bronze age, exploring caves looking for ( Read more... )