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Living Like a Fox

Threads of Inspiration

Carve out your places in life. Burrow in the cracks and crevices where inspiration grows, Open the mountains and mine the estuaries of thought and diligence reserved, Catch the drifting threads. Wind caught scents that swirl and catch, absorb and fill the dry, Soak...

Tattoos and Perfection

Locusts down to the bone on my right shoulder, bees building a lunar lander on my left A laser carved lotus now rests in budah’s hand, Soon trees will turn the gears in the ruins of our fears. May we...

This is Heaven & The Gelatenous Cube

Somehow I’ve escaped the world between firm perceptions (That gray mass of questions and misdirections.) I’ve lived in the gelatinous cube and survived… Now I’m nude, armor left behind. I don’t know about you, but fantasy and lucid dreams have...

Cat art

I discovered this little masterpiece left behind by a destructive feline.  An overturned plant was left nearby.

Spider plants

My little children.  One of my experiments with fish tank grown plants.  Worked out quite well.  I miss my little spiders.

Grifting Abandon

While my responsibility drives, Shouting obscenities at passersbys, I’m in the back seat, window down Air surfing with my hand. I’m ball dancing through a window, With a twist, our cupped hands made fist, We waltz through glass shards shimmering...

Wordle – Poem En’ Mass

This is a visual representation of my word use in all of my poems in the last year or so. Some of my more repetitive poems influenced the outcome. But otherwise it’s quite interesting.

Cradle Generation

I’ve spun the marry-go-round hard. Wrapped my legs around the bars, Trusting momentum, back to the air My arms flayed, chest to the sun. Vision blurred, head in the stars. What I haven’t done to feel. We’re the cradle generation,...

Homage to Patriotism

The American Flag hangs over my desk for the first time, It’s wrinkled and missing a few stars. There was a empty pang in my stomach while hanging it. My social awareness of white pride, rural rednecks implied… Last time...

Duality

If I’m to be between The world in my head. And the world as we collectively see it. So be it. I’ve got a barefoot on the one foot, And I’ve a misfit tube sock too tight on the two...

What We’ll Have

I’ve built us a cathedral from sandwich toothpicks, Sipping tea, stuffing soggy envelopes that seal themselves, I sent the mayoed pickles to refugees. ‘sigh’ Forbid they be an aquired taist! For fear my fickle fancys request they send them back...

Short Song

Just something I’ve been working on… I clipped it together so it would sound like it’s finished.  I’m not even really sure its all about the same thing… so good luck trying to make some sort of interpretation out of...

Doomed to Fly

We connoisseurs of fantasy Who dress in different destinies and dreams How we love to… Imagine. Myself is only tangible With four fingers Clinging to the cliff of identity My mirror, memories And reflections in others eyes One finger fatigued...

Blushing Chaos

Shall we dual with pistols or rapier Chaos? You load my dice and blow on them too! ::Swoon:: How deceptive of you. But you see… I’m too clever for you Chaos. You painted mask for primal law… Excuse for patterns...

"Sometimes I lie just to be myself."

I found this, poem/narrative that I wrote six months ago and in retrospect I think it think it provides some perspective into the feelings I was having at that time. The title to this post is a line from another...

NYC Part II

I escaped TV land to the streets with my new found geek companions. My Rolodex was full of numbers the potentialist inside me screamed to possess but I’d likely never call. As we treaded to Nintendo World a memory bubble...

Typewriters, Locusts & Honey Bee’s

So I bought a typewriter for $13 at the Thrift store. There is something so elegant about typewriters, they feel so soulful next to computers. The faded locust faintly in the background of the text above is something I drew...

/\/\3tA-3m0

I had a tarot reading done for me tonight. You should ask me about it. Below is a emo/nacacistic photo shoot I did in tribute to my now functioning web cam in linux. The cover photo took a bit of...

Love at First Type

There’s no love at first sight for computer geeks. It use to be that a man looked for a woman with a particular set of skills, that was generally expected for all women to have, and a woman looked for...

This is my 2:26AM Creation

Not much to say about this one. Watch it. Its rough, but I’m improving… at video editing that is. Learning is exponential. Everything builds off everything else. The trick is finding where things overlap. This is video is a sort...

A Helthy Dose of Optimism

“This is just the beginning,” Margie exasperated, “Why do you have to be so glum Gerald, talking about us like we’ve been together for years,” her fists rest on her hips as she stares at him, her face holding back...

Modisty

I’ve been camping by the ocean for too long. The sand’s cracked my feet and the sun’s too hot. It’s epiphany, not love, that ties me to the bedpost It was my dreams that tightened the knot, I can’t stop....

Culture and Creation

There are many different kinds of culture. For a moment in my time at Parkfield I made a connection in my mind, an epiphany if you please. “My standard definition of culture is too narrow.” I realized that any group...

Wacom

I’ve been lusting for a Wacom tablet for god knows how many years. It is basically a pen and a writing pad that translates your motions and pen pressure to the computer. In a wild foray into San Jose involving...

A Dream Worth Striving For

Oh music. I just watched a French film entitled “The Chorus.” Obviously this isn’t its native title, it’s the bastardized American translation of the equally generic French title “Les Choristes.” In reading the box, I found the plot to be...

Soup in the Snow

Wheres the naivety I was promised. I just feel this listlessness. Its akin to the sickness felt from laying in bed too long. I love laying in bed… it takes me a really long time to feel like that. Is...

The Relms of the Unreal

I happened upon this amazing man. Henry Darger. Who wrote a 15,000 page novel about seven beautiful little girls. The Story of the Vivian Girls, in What is known as the Realms of the Unreal, of the Glandeco-Angelinnian War Storm,...

This is a better answer.

“Faith.” This is my revised answer to any and all questions asked of me. It is an answer not caught up in the unnecessary complexity’s we impose on existence. There are six streams of water in the center circle of...

The Fish of Many Shades of Gray

I am king, Of a pond of perception Just large enough to see my reflection. I decree that someday I will be swallowed whole, And in time I’ll become the sea, And eventually the stars. In the mean time… For...