Friday, July 18, 2008

I suppose no one will be checking anything out with the impulsively posted, obstaclized link I provided.

I'm not sure what I was thinking, probably rushing and multitasking as I tend to attempt to do.

James got drunky last night. I don't do it often, but when I do, the alcohol vanishes like life itself in some strange ritual on a merry-go-round to and fro the cooller or ice-cold beer box, becoming intoxicated and sobering in and out of lucidity, in and out of a magnaifying-glass sunburn water-filled pool of refreshment.

I woke up yesterday morning, brushed my teeth, grabed a frigid perspiring can of reddog, nasty high contented bite of a beer while singing a Morrison tune and toasting the begginning of a very long day, smashing the thirty pack we, just two us, drank another two fifths of wine, some jager and a twelve pack of bud long necks before ending the day with a card game that I lost.

Today I'm as red a lobster and never felt better.

won't do that again any time soon.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Dark Tales #1

  • Promise of Light

  • moon phase info
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    Location: Far Side of Sanity

    And the iguanas dance in the desert/a thousand miles away from this place/and this face: stoned immaculate.

    "Let us remember . . . that in the end we go to poetry for one reason, so that we might more fully inhabit our lives and the world in which we live them, and that if we more fully inhabit these things, we might be less apt to destroy both." Christian Wiman, Editor of "POETRY" "Hang on to your hopes my friend; That's an easy thing to say, but if your hopes should pass away, simply pretend that you can build them again." ~ Paul Simon

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    "Imagination is more important than knowledge." ~ Albert Einstein