Fully Cafinated

Fully caffeinated cyclical offerings to the way this mad world breaks all of us. In our very own unique little form of madness. There is no sanity. Not in the way we are led to believe. There are billions of these little mad folk running about. Many with the notion that there's some sort of system in place to guide them. There are not, barring the basic laws of thermodynamics. 

rolling purple hills

In the thick of things it is easy to let the sheer staggering beauty of this blue green planetoid we've come to know as home. The cyclical dance of insects and plants, sex and death, death and sex. Over and over, season by season. The hills outside have gone purple, vetch in full glorious bloom. The bees make their rounds, all bustle and buzz. The list of tasks grows ever longer and time slips away. Sunlit moments catch the darkness in pinchers of green grown brightness and shake it like a dog with a rabbit. Darkness screams it's silent scream. Light shines down in the cold and new green grows. Dormant seeds lay claim to fertile soil, left fallow for far too long. In these new blossomed fields joys unknown take shape. Their ways brought forth through careful tending. It is bright, it is beautiful, and there are mountains in the distance.

is this real?

The stumbling progress of hardened hearts builds towards a life worth living. These moments are what it lays its foundation on. Quiet determination, mixed with two parts insane caterwauling. All this, all this, all this. Time moves in fits and spurts. It's linear nature a lie. The flow moving inexorably towards crumpling flesh and creaky bones. That is real, this is real. This is real. All the moments in between are real.

von Thoth geheilt

In the light
thrums a vibration
born of simple words
taken without hesitation
the offered hand
unclouded eyes
lack the fear, suspicion
key logs slip, the flow returns
torrents surge into the long dark
miles slip uncounted
beneath the red machine
melodies weave unbroken
from the then into the now
warmth seals the wound
teeth flash in blending waves
the core spring is filled
runs with new abundance
vibration thrums
in the light

New Meat

I'm going to need a new meat machine. It is a happy chance that I just might be able to pull this one off. Current model is still viable, but it is requiring more and more maintenance to stay functional. Even at peak efficiency it is hardly the machine it was a few short years ago. I watch the technical journals and plant seeds here and there in the collective unconscious. Brilliant new imaging and data storage systems grow exponentially more complex. Gleefully I observe the processes and dream of the new meat. Weather it takes the shape of a digital mainframe driving a muscle and bone avatar or a full meat brain transfer to a newly grown bioship is of little importance. I think some gills would be nice, maybe some crocodile blood to help process an atmosphere rich in carbon dioxide and methane. Optical receptors from a mantis shrimp and the olfactory organs from a mako. Hell, lets throw in a few thousand stacked electroplaques from a knifefish. That's right, when I grow up I want to be a sea monster. In the mean time I'm going to make an appointment with the massage therapist, the chiropractor and the physical therapist.  Got to hold this aging meat machine together for at least another twenty years.

word vomit

wiggle twist, bend and break
contained vermin in a red box
built to suit
ten thousand strong
the weak erect monuments to failure
celebrations weave in and out of dark dealings
 hardened heart makes the most noise
all wheels in motion
momentum carries the beast forward
no one at the helm, full steam ahead
these dreams, they speak of endings
wrought in blue/green flames
days become weeks, weeks into months
a silence profound settles
it matters not
not one wit

funguys

I forget, sometimes, the simple joy brought on by an evening filled with friends, rock and roll and some of the P.N.W.'s finest psychedelic mushrooms. Opens up the heart, third eye, and puts a hell of a smile on me face. Lights spin, the music hums in the visible spectrum and the feet move in gleeful patterns. A dance, the happy mushroom two step. Inspired, energized, and ready for the really real. Brothers and sisters, let me tell you, it's a good goddamn time.