Burn, burn, burn (a noisy washed out melody my pulse hums out of key. But it's got a good beat). The violent fluttering of a thousand butterflies works within to move me. I can vouch for the power of the wind.
Flesh stamp on my frontal lobe does some wild wrecking. Hieroglyph prodding laughter out of nowhere (what a feeling). It is a smile, a hand, ( Read more... )

It's too easy getting lost in the dark around here. Hours hush by, grainy whispers smudging outer limits. Then this loud white screen that screams for you to look. I turn my head to the beyond and blink twice, disoriented (how did the window get over there?). Tiny lights call from electronic homes and man, the blinds are still open. That is not a ( Read more... )

I need to cut this frantic feeling, end its ceaseless biting. Because it is useless. Because it makes me rattle.

I would be happy wrangling words all the livelong day, penning them in paper fibers, wonderful living stock. How do I get there?

We need to remember more often, especially when we feel trapped by a long and ugly night, that every morning ( Read more... )

It seems impossible to me that so much commotion, so much fierce energy could fit in such a small space, could rage this way and not break every bit of the container. Maybe it is.

Too many questions I can't answer.
I want to tear my skin from my bones.

Try to scream...

(18:14).
More dead things today. 3 seagulls, 2 possums, 1 squirrel, and a hummingbird I hushed out of a shed with a leaf-blower.
The old Mexican man tore the crust off his sandwich. It was made with an end piece and a regular slice.
I crashed into a bug I was peddling
so furiously, staring into the sun as it sank into the land.
My lips are straw dry ( Read more... )

Salty.
Saw lots of dead things to-day.
My lips were ready to catch fire by the time I got home.
Dry weather and warm wind.
Fingernails need trimming.
I would like a garden.
Crazy.

Sometimes, when it's quiet, my stomach eats itself.

Why do people always have to interfere? The picture of this little guy makes me feel so sad for him.

www.aolnews.com/weird-news/article/mysterious-oriental-yeti-trapped-in-china/19428455

"[I]t is calling all the time -- perhaps it is looking for the rest of its kind or maybe it's the last one."

Local legends of a bear that used to be a man or the ( Read more... )

A Short History of Nearly Everything -- Bill Bryson
A Brief History of Time -- Stephen Hawking
The Satanic Verses -- Salman Rushdie
Crash -- J.G. Ballard
Still Life with Woodpecker -- Tom Robbins
Satan Burger and Electric Jesus Corpse-- Carlton Mellick III
Pseudo-City and Stranger On the Loose -- D. Harlan Wilson

So many books, so little time (and money ( Read more... )

I keep hearing ticks from the kitchen thinking I left the oven on but I see myself turning it off hours ago and when I check I am right. Why would I leave it on anyway, except for maybe warmth or, well never mind. It must be the settling, the heat releasing and metal shifting, as of a stiffening of bones. Tendons invaded by a chill shrinking on a ( Read more... )

Storm's a brewin'. I'm ready to be electrified.

Atonement's a decent read so far. It's keeping my attention better than Saturday, anyway, and certainly better than Dandelion Wine (sorry, Bradbury).

Why do I attract the attention of loonies? A crazy man tried to fondle/kiss me while I was walking downtown. Bloody hell. I pushed him away and sped off ( Read more... )