bird of prey

 

sitter ad nauseum
  -or-
good neighbor

 

 

 

see, i've read a volume of tripe: some of it lauded, some derided. the point is: my

belief is that an idea conveyed (maybe buddhist) in less terminology actually causes a

bigger impact. it's a koan, conveyable only as it should, as cryptic.

 

speaking of which: i'm still lost in this labryrinth of 4-d purport...just saying...

cromulence

cocaine stowaway
  -or-
balconies 4 cure


i read some dreams recently and it made me reflect on those few fleeting memories i have
had upon waking. a persistent recurring version of my dreams is the constant feeling of
displacement and ostracization.

for example: i am on a cruise ship, it's a class trip (i'm thinking more college-age,
which in of itself is weird, but not unheard of,) and i'm woefully lost. not only do i
not know where to go to get to my room, but i compact that misunderstanding by arriving
late, thus coinciding me to the 'loser' room. yes, that is double impact.

anyway, i spend the rest of the dream racing place to place on said cruise ship, but
always a step behind both geographically and socially. in dream, i internally remark,
'this is a house of unfulfilling mirrors.' i spend an inordinate (dream) time simply
trying to find my luggage.

finally, finding myself a pariah, i nutsack the fuck up and get into an altercation. i
lose, then wake up. there are more particular details (such as my scrambling around a
seemingly complex ship lobby) but it all boils down to a weird paranoia: i'm adrift and
alone.

loose sentience

palladium
  -or-
sanatorium

 

 

 

so much thoughts in my cranium, beats by dre is how i'm listening; distilling spirits

while deflating them, cursing elements ad hominem. see the route i ride, it's cliche, but

i remain on 66 and taunt the devil to add his hide. a numeralogical challenge, i'm in the

careful cube of balance; it's a proverbial elysium...