Dreams are telling me about the same voices with the same ticks having the same conversations with the same jokes about the same topics in the same places. I don’t need dreams to point that out. I see it in my waking life. But I appreciate the soothsaying nonetheless. Dreams are nerves experiencing randomness, jumping …
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Fractional Distillation
“History is a vagina,” my drunk brain thinks. “Damn, what a random and juvenile thing to say, but I should tweet that.” I didn’t tweet that because I knew it would not be good in the long run. Two beats later, another cluster in my drunk brain responds, “yeah, because we all come from it.” …
Dream Down
Dreams are bullshit and mean nothing, generally. But sometimes they can be used to reveal where your head’s at. Here’s where my head’s at: I’m hanging out with a lot of people, out in the world. Finally, there’s society. We’re talking, having fun. Sun’s out and everything’s green and warm. Blue sky day. This girl …
Tunnels
In high school — a much gentler time — in the sighing hour after school let out, when I was supposed to be walking home to my nervous mother, I would sometimes dawdle around campus, haunting the hallways without need of a hall pass, breathing in the open-air spaces between buildings, poking at the toys …
Speaker
My job at this point of my 47-year game is to get drunk to the point of pointing out bullshit in the world, but not where you’d expect. There are levels beneath the levels, that’s where I’m at. Come at me, bro. Come at me, sis. Come at me, CIS. Whatever. Whatever. It’s 2:10am on …