windows within windows. commodoties of commerce commiserating community. sharing unity, the boundary between self and other destroyed! truthfully, seeing reality lucidly, cleary we’ve a ways to go. awhile later, all of this is forgotten, never read, caught up chasing someone else’s dream. giving pregnant housemate peace in the AM. the morning, the dawn done risen on this opposite coast, keeping in mind the sun is both setting and rising elsewheres as we speak. got his lady to make his meat for break fast, what better way to break a fast than with the processed carcass of an animal whose life i wouldn’t want to live?

deja vu on the repeat. living the dream, being and becoming, focusing on what’s great and what’s next. getting lost, falling in love, letting go, taking the path of least resistance resulting in the greatest creation: the birth of your child.  possessions enslave, giving all away, nothing sacred. let’s microwave some oatmeal and toss some raspberries on top. write the story. brb.

after radiolab, bleeding the madness through the night, stillborn and unkempt, anatomical illustrations illucidating discovery of very distopic disco. sacrificing meaning for sound, the brain is wider than the sky. polysyballically meilifluous always. beef for breakfast, without gorilla is there hope for man? Li, like the woodgrain flows, smoke illustrating the breath, dynamics of life, patterns in existence, coherence and superstition about what is worth marveling. chances took and choices— the church bells are broken so they threw up an amplified recording of bells on the hour. a pen abandoned in a threshold, a counterfeit handstamp hastily scribbled for admittance, wondering if my drunken genius of a friend made it home safely.