I am in New Orleans where it's 105 degrees and imperative to wear shorts even at night. I can see why they call this the "Big Easy." It's so hot, all you really want to do is take it easy. The French Quarter is a huge grid of little streets packed in tightly with old rod-iron balconies above jazz clubs and daiquiri bars. Bourbon St. is a nonstop ( Read more... )

My neighbors are having a HUGE FIGHT and I can hear it all from my bedroom window.


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You're being chased around a fire by a pack of wild dogs. Your bare feet kick up dirt back toward the growling and snapping behind you. Someone throws you a pogo stick and you use it for a while. Now you're dodging rocks being thrown by punk rock gypsies, the fire is getting hotter and the dogs are getting more vicious and even though you know they ( Read more... )

Let's organize all of our desires into neat little piles, then stomp them to dust, collect them and lay them out for miles across our yellow brick roads and forthcoming red carpets, until everything is a nice golden brown ( Read more... )

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Projection of energy toward the constructive in lieu of the analytical will result in the fear to dissipate from the analytical while fueling the instinct in the constructive. Projection of energy toward the analytical in lieu of the constructive will result in the instinct to dissipate from the constructive while fueling the fear in the analytical ( Read more... )

virus
n. pl. vi·rus·es

1. a. Any of various simple submicroscopic parasites of plants, animals, and bacteria that often cause disease and that consist essentially of a core of RNA or DNA surrounded by a protein coat. Unable to replicate without a host cell, viruses are typically not considered living organisms.
   
   b. A disease caused by a virus.


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How does one become sensitive to the line that separates percipience and paranoia, and should he categorize them both as the same when he feels less confident for the sake of ease of steady transition through his already flooded mental moors, thus ignoring them, which means more waiting, and how does one realign this opaque waiting with patient, ( Read more... )

I was writing a lot last night, so luckily my notepad was still right by the bed this morning when I woke up from this dream, which is loaded with vague and metaphorical references to my real life:

I am in Mexico, in a sandy desert. I am with a faceless friend. The feeling is that there is a war going on, or about to start, or the repercussions of ( Read more... )