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Back in the seat. The glass divide down all the way, let the wind hit the sails of my face. Got the pooch by my side, flying face-first through the world of Man, ears flapping like he never wants to come down. It’s a steel cage of freedom we ride; smoothly gliding away. The sweet [...]

Tink, tink, tink.  Plinking down the well. It’s a gentle and smooth descent – the elusive tangibility of the whole journey is disorienting enough that I’m thinking now, perhaps, it’s actually ascent.  It’s not like I know where it started, and I sure as hell can’t see the bottom.  The end?  The top? Wait.  What [...]

“‘Tis better to be silent and be thought a fool, that to speak out and remove all doubt.”  - Abraham Lincoln “Do not speak unless you can improve the silence.”  - old proverb “Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”  - Martin Luther King Jr. “Music and silence [...]

The water came dripping from a place unknown It wet my brow and soaked my clothes Our flag was waving as the wind was blown Yet for whom it waves, nobody knows I am an ant – I serve my queen I wrote a book of the things I’ve seen But no one read it [...]

I am a pendulum. I swing gently and steadily between my polar states. I am at max speed when I’m gliding through the middle grounds. I keep it clean. I wash off my rust with water. I don’t understand why the rust keeps coming back. But I just wash it and glide on. I mustn’t [...]

withdrawals I feel from loves long since departed strain my weary wings

My Billy, my Billy.  So quiet have you been these days of late. Under what far off moon does my Pilgrim wander through time tonight? Pray I, that its gentle beams of light bring forth the words I know burn within thine furnace of a soul.  That they might radiate through the mines to find [...]

They tell me it’s called “life” – this series of failed attempts at recreating the good feelings of some blissful times one thinks he remembers.  I like to call it “irony”. But KIMYA DAWSON helps make me feel normal.  Valid.  Words are a peculiar medicine, and the shamans who prescribe and dispense them are more [...]

I stepped into the tavern at about a quarter past. It had been a muggy, dreary day. The kind of day that makes a man question things. Things better left unquestioned. The kind of things that, when questioned, lead only to answers of self-doubt and pessimistic masochism. A cursory glance around the ill-lit place quickly [...]