Saw a kid walking down the street, had a totally strange kind of affect. Wore all brown, hair in 20 directions, mustache bigger than a musketeer, off-centered glide as he threw peace signs out to the car that stopped for his crosswalk. Probably high or perma-fried. The kid was so far down the strangeness scale …
Category Archives: Journal
Expressed
I often wonder how many writers will never take the effort to write long form prose because their desire to tell a story is satisfied by microblogging and social media. I noticed my blog and paper journal output have dropped off significantly since I got my Facebook and Twitter accounts. And I haven’t written a …
Grinding Teeth
Doing that thing again where I have hunger but no stimulus. Needs, but no motivation. Getting bored easily, chewing at the straps, shaking the leg. Doesn’t take long after an amazing trip to fall right back into gravity. I’m kinda like Kerouac, never able to settle long before the itch for novelty overrides any need …
Pump
The shit I could’ve accomplished in life if I had been given the least bit of confidence in what I was doing early on. It’s not the dance, it’s not the singing, it’s not the performance, it’s the proving that you can and will rise above the baseline and move into the spectacle that will …
Telemediated
All my friendships are telemediated, because talking in person isn’t so great. The whole thing’s unrewarding. Everybody else’s voice is more important. Only time I can speak truth is on the bathroom walls. But that’s just a bullhorn with a remote mic. No recourse, no defense, but no audience feedback. Just scribbles on paint. Kilroy …