Under This Sign Shall He Conquer

Accidental quacamole/salsa yin yang/Aes Sedai symbol. 

Strange Socks and Ass Talk

Belated birthday gifts from cool people. 

Weave 16

This one is the One. The one around which all of the rest of mine revolve. It started at a nightclub of all places, and we (three lights this time) got Felix the Cat’s from this insanely hot girl we were lucky enough to know. On the dance floor we smoked a joint, and someone came to us blowing a whistle. We thought we were busted but it turned out to be just some douche that wanted to hit our joint. He did. I remember my first unrequited sneaking under my poncho (my beautiful afghan poncho that’s lost in the mists of time) and popping her head up next to mine. There was a beach volleyball court at the back of this club.

Escape and driving, you have to divert most of your attention elsewhere while focusing your tiny normal awareness on the road. Otherwise the road gets real weird. This particular light liked to drive on the yellow lines like a monorail when the road was empty. 

We walked the streets of my neighborhood, beat boxing (not necessarily just hip hop, but making rhythmic noises in concert with our mouths), which was a big part of what we did back then, how we brought out the flows. This time, this magical time, the flows of energy that connect the universe came all the way out, and we could see them, and move within them. Manipulate them. I saw a pool of pale blue luminescence on the ground. My heart was beating fast so I sat down and opened a flow of calm. It looked like me sleeping in a peaceful blue shadowy bedroom. Then I was fine. We got moving again and continued to ride the flows and opened one we knew led to girls, but nothing happened at that moment. The bigger the flow the longer it takes to move. The guiding light did the weirdest beat box version of ‘Purple Haze’ ever. There were several minutes when I completely forgot that it was that song, until it returned. Of course, we accompanied him, but that flow was his. I accidentally opened a flow that turned us into a beer, but we escaped, as that particular intoxication was not appreciated on this level. He said ‘p times 3 gets rid of the enemy’ and made a finger twirling spiral that tightened up to a point in the center (almost like closing a safe and spinning the dial). It was a way to close flows that we didn’t want to participate in. I perceived that I could make street lights brighter, and cigarettes looked evil. He called the houses ‘inside people squares’.

The girls showed up then, surprised us outside with no phones involved (we called them with the flow). It was unrequited and her sister, and another beautiful young woman (who also talked to felix). Teenagers can be so lucky sometimes. We played a bizarre reverse version of hide and seek the girls came up with, but I don’t remember how it worked. We sat by the pool, and I could swear we were making the water rise. I could see the gigantic flow that made the sky. I could see all the flows. 

We walked on in the day and met Mr. E. He was one of the gods, a one eyed god above the trees.

Haiku 81

Have you ever played
Katamari Damacy
It's fucking awesome

Dangerous Women 25

Weave 15

Two orange suns, taken at a mall of all places. Needless to say, an exit strategy was necessary and imminent. Two bright lights and some inconsequentials. In the back of a car I remember we started it going by reeling in these huge flows like manipulating an incredibly complicated invisible fishing pole. Unraveling web after web, our hands moving very fast and sure and automatic. We were touching the lines of energy that connected us to all things, but we could not see them yet.

The nobodies took us to a party at some house filled with older nobodies drinking beer. The two bright lights went to the backyard and took in some plants in a pipe made out of cigarette pack foil. There was a really high, really rickety treehouse with boards nailed to the tree for a ladder. Of course we ascended. It was peaceful up there. I remember looking down, and the ground was spinning, like a whirlpool. A great silent whirlpool of grass and dirt and twigs. We got down, we got out, we got home.

Back to the house and an Abraham Lincoln hat, lots of staring into a mirror, a lighter becoming a campfire, and slightly out of sync guitars. Always guitars. I remember dueling out in the dark with the lighted ends of our cigarettes, also looking at the ends close and seeing the faces of the tobacco screaming. There are faces everywhere, in everything. And all manner of gods walking the earth, their heads towering above the trees. I’ve seen them.

It's Getting Dark, Too Dark to See

Feel I'm knocking on Heaven's Door.....

Owl and Spider 35

The Beast In Me

Johnny Cash, The Beast In Me, American Recordings, 1994

This Town's Finished

Haiku 80

Incumbents fear change
Tie down and oppress the youth
Their time will expire

Glass Armonica

Thanks Ben Franklin.

Wanted a Woman, Never Bargained For You