oh_me_ghost

A world stuffed into a Salvador Dali body with drawers, with socks on the floor, a pair of gold earings beside a bag of rotted figs, a stalk of brocoli, a tiny white shoe that fits no one except a mysterious doll that everyone can remember but no one can seem to locate. The whole meandering bag of snakes changing shape every seven minutes, a...
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I cancelled my cable tv last week. They took the box and remote this morning. It needed to be done. I was spending so much money on the digital cable that I kept thinking I ought to watch it more just to get my moneys worth. While at the same time I thought I should watch it less because of the flashing strobe commercials, slick...
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"They look at me when I talk to them, and they shrug their shoulders, They go whats he talkn about? Morphine reminds me of driving in august after work, 9:30 at night or so, headlights under dark trees, speed limited by fears, sluffing the clothing, and more. tull. ray. jat. tep. prison. uv. myso. OOOOOOOOOO. Where is the silent embodiment of god when you really...
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1/19/2003

I miss the diatribe, the whiplash effect, the sting and the tingle. The hurricane wind has subsided. It is apparent that some used the wind as an anchor. The raw and longwinded philospher types have been dispersed to the four corners, or else been swalled by the need to produce vaguely nialistic optimism, always a delicate affair. I have tried it myself and I...
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Life is good. Death is good maybe, but anyone who decides to commit suicide this year is not considering all the facts. You need to live, so that you can watch Matrix II, Matrix III, and Lord of the Rings III. Live damn it. If only for the movies. If you must be dead though, wait another year, and in the meantime read books, lots...
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Darkness has an effect on interactions. Prolonged lack of sun, a black and white sky. Things that happen now, tracks that are laid here at this point lead towards worse things, better things, and similar things. Silence. Noise. Respect. Shhhh... There is too much winter left. None of this is necessary, but all of it is happening. So how can we stop winter, when winter...
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The problem is "Wanting to feel good about doing nothing." If Im being selfish, then I deserve to feel bad. The feeling is necessary to inform me that something is wrong. If there are no appropriate actions to take, then I agree to maintain a state of pain until I discover and perform the compassionate actions that are required of me. It is said that...
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He said, Its all about kickin it and having good will as the world goes to hell. And everyone in the room nodded their heads in agreement. And I screamed, and he told me to by quiet. Today, I bought a standing light. Hooray.

Watched an interesting show about the science of Gaia the other day. One scientist didnt want to entertain a certain notion because it would involve accepting the existance of an aspect of reality that could not be measured. That is exactly what I needed to hear. That is what being intelligent and level headed means to the man of understanding. To ignore what could destroy...
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Spinning all day and not falling. I need to fall. Theres a lingering desire to rebel, to smash things up. Im wanting to invest my unrest into vegetarianism for a while. Its a step in a new direction. Well see how long it lasts. This is the point in winter where the consistent darkness beings to take effect. Hungry for light. Im off to work,...
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The problem: being a victim feels good

The solution: PAIN

The medicine: "fuck the pain away" -- peaches


My computer is absurdly slow today. I am sad because of it. I am nervous that maybe there is some viral program runnning and accessing the internet without my consent. Oh well. Nothing can be done about it. I guess. Life Life Life Life Life, times seven....
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A blazing sun of creative impulses. A violence of quiet, always banging around. I suppose that creativity is often effected by ones recent exposure to the ideas of others. The people I cant tolerate become fuel for the mind. You are wrong... here is why... actually that's a lie. The people I have zero emotional connection to, who precisely detail what they believe, wether it...
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