In the Footsteps of Giants

Sequoia National Park

Halloween Wonderland

Nevermore

Owl and Spider 38

Villains 13

 Father Gascoigne

 Dick Dastardly

 The Nazgul

 Oil Can Harry

Dhoulmagus

Haiku 85

Time can disappear
In the eyes of an instant
Become something else

Weed

A beautiful wayward weed standing tall in my front yard.

Death and Taxes

The unfortunate side effect of fast travel, roads, and motor vehicles.

Haiku 84 (Mermaid 2)

Watch with empty eyes
As I cross your path, mermaid
Why are you smiling?

Rain Falls on Everyone

 The same old rain

                        And I'm just trying to walk with you

                                                 Between the raindrops
-William Corgan Jr.

Uno Mas

Town Hall fun.

Owl and Spider 37

Beer 3

Girls and Guitars 17

 Nina

Annie

Grace

Tish

The Loon and the Alphabet

A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets. But now you all know there was a man named Jack Dawson, and that he saved me, in every way that a person can be saved.

I Love Your Wall

FRANK, 2014

Dreams 25

This one is fucking weird.
So, I was on this gigantic and luxurious ship, bound for an island town, and a bunch of friends and acquaintances were there. It was a futuristic party atmosphere. The ship was run and also populated by these hideous, cold blooded, ruthless killers that were disguised as various clergyman types, all in different robes and religious accoutrements. If you looked at them out of the corner of your eye, you could see their twisted, leering faces. If you looked at them head on, they were a jovial mask of practiced social sensibility. They kept trying to separate various people from the larger gathering to either kill them off or brainwash them. I kept having to sneak around and warn people not to let on that they could see through the facade, because then the religious ghouls would stop playing nice. The people on my side all had these instruments we called "Soul Sticks". They were all about 1-1/2 to 2 feet long, with a handle, and covered in various colors of fur, mostly the same straight shape, but with a few bends and irregularities to make them unique (mine had deep blue fur). When you put them near to another person, the stick would show you the depths of that persons' soul, their intentions, and also the colors of their energy and the ways it could best be used. I told everyone not to use them, because then the ghouls would know of our powers and it would become all out war.
I woke up many times from this dream, nervous to go back, but also knowing I had to help everyone, and when i would fall back asleep, the dream would pick up where it left off. At a certain point, these two older priest-types in all black with silver cross necklaces kept trying to subconsciously get me to make a mistake so they could take me away, but I never did.
The ship docked on a island with a town that was also run by these nightmare creatures. I was driving, and a friend was sitting shotgun (literally with a shotgun), and we had to stop to get into a shootout with these two guys. This exact scene had already happened to me in my dream, so it was dream deja vu. except, the first time, my friend killed both guys, and this time, he died quick and I had to get the gun and kill the two guys. Luckily, I knew the sequence and was able to reliably recreate it.
Then I walked to the other side of the car, and this weird sick looking dog with a beak appeared with an equally weird and sick looking young boy. They were glad that they found me, and asked me to help them die. They said it was the duty of the few good people who made it to the island to put them out of their constant misery. They looked so anguished and hopeful that I had to do it. The bullets weren't really working, so I wound up having to beat them over the head with the shotgun. They were smiling and thanking me as I was doing it, and I was crying a little.
Then I woke up.

Haiku 82

Lonesome piano
playing straight into my heart
I can't cry enough

Lanternfish 4

Owl and Spider 36

We Could Be Heroes 14

 James Oliver Rigney Jr.

 John Lennon

 Herman Melville

 Grape Ape

Frank Herbert

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.