My hair looks good, Vince is on the mend, hiding in a bush.  A greasy middle-aged dude sits with his friend in the shopping strip, singing the Hawaii Five-O theme song.  The usual Davis heat seems to have left us today and I feel great after staying up all night reading The Orchard and sleeping two hours.

Today

Today brown spider spinning
Carpet foam
If matchbox barrier is open coffin
Open pink
mouth of a Vincent Noir
tiny tiny claws
Shiny racket of furry eyes
uh-oh
Dear me. He's taken it
shuddering to esophagus
antechamber
to illustrious caustic gallery
swim, spider, swim

AHAHHAHAHAHAH

YOUR VOICE IS A LIKE A FUCKING BALM
IT'S A MAGIC SPELL


AHEH WHY WHY WHY

I DISRUPTED THE PURR.  AN ENGINE BARKED

OH NO!

but but but your voice!

IT'S A FUCKING BALM IT'S A MAGIC SPELL RECORD IT INTO A VIAL
AND SPILL IT ONTO MY RADIO CHILD

Let's speak to each other through slits in our side glances.

We stick to music,
march with it in our breasts
Fused around our chests
Never release the absolute
fierceness.

Music will dab our sweat
It will rustle the feathers in the heads of indolents
Take it, use it, give it back to the mind
and let the sun fry you until your lungs give out.

This day keeps stretching and stretching.  I keep gleaming.  Wow!  This day is perfect!!
Tee hee hee ha ha.

I seem to own:
7 black shirts
12 white shirts
1 purple shirt
2 blue shirts
1 pink shirt
2 yellow shirts
3 grey shirts

Shows you how much I like red, green, brown and orange.  Those colors can suck it, I guess.
:P

Dear You,
Thank you for being in the illusion this mind calls life.  Why have I become your friend?  Time will tell whether I earned it, stumbled into it, or weasled myself into following you.
    I know that, at least partially, my infatuation impelled me to spend time with you.  But the aimless magnetism that brought me into your sphere also yielded rewards which outshine my original expectations.

Thank you for pulling a cactus needle out of my foot;  for driving and refusing to let me pitch for gas; for excusing my faux pas; for holding open the door; for jamming; for taking me on walks into trees, onto bridges, down creeks, and through gardens; for giving me your clothes and soap;  for staying up with me when you should sleep; for patience in tension;  for smiling across the room; for bettering yourself, before trying to change me.

Kisses, hugs, and bear rugs.  Ha ha ha.

Sincerely,
Me.

On Reason and Passion

 Kahlil Gibran

Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite.
Would that I could be the peacemaker in your soul, that I might turn the discord and the rivalry of your elements into oneness and melody.
But how shall I, unless you yourselves be also the peacemakers, nay, the lovers of all your elements?


Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul. If either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas.
For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.
Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion, that it may sing;
And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may live through its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.


I would have you consider your judgment and your appetite even as you would two loved guests in your house.
Surely you would not honour one guest above the other; for he who is more mindful of one loses the love and the faith of both.


Among the hills, when you sit in the cool shade of the white poplars, sharing the peace and serenity of distant fields and meadows -- then let your heart say in silence, "God rests in reason."
And when the storm comes, and the mighty wind shakes the forest, and thunder and lightning proclaim the majesty of the sky -- then let your heart say in awe, "God moves in passion."
And since you are a breath in God's sphere, and a leaf in God's forest, you too should rest in reason and move in passion.

crazy heavenly crazy.

Pros and c|cons of Infatuation

The jack hammer clock tunings.I stick out my tongue
at them.  The dopaminescents
freshening up my lungs make
hard work feel distant

Dreampt about following an old man because he reminded me of the white rabbit (and skipping school).  When I followed him I found Micah and followed his family to a pool..
Had sex with Beck and Josef, had a lesbian lover (black friend of Cleo's) and when siblings were around, she had a BUNCH of coke so I did a bunch of coke, feeling bold.  Babysat while on coke...but having never done it, had no realistic idea of what that would be like in my dream.