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  • Cookies but not Advil

    This morning I stopped at the local 7-11 to get a cup of coffee before work. In the checkout line a man, dressed in work boots, reflective vest, and hard hat presented a box of Advil, two chocolate chip cookies individually wrapped in cellophane and a bottle of Mountain Dew to the cashier. He then […]

    January 4, 2022
  • Snake Oil is magick until it isn’t

    Everything works for a little while—works until it doesn’t, and at some point, a pattern is revealed. That which is not God is snake oil. Snake oil is magick until it isn’t. Cures depend on us being sick, a snake-eating-its-own-tail situation. Our bodies know when we’ve bought the snake oil. They will eventually reject what […]

    June 30, 2021
  • Say no to the Lizard Stalls

    The goal is complete government control of psychedelics to be used by a large segment of the population in clinical settings, i.e., the lizard stalls. The more badly the outliers behave, the easier it is to convince everyone that our expert chaos magic overlords, I mean, doctors, are the only safe guides. Bett Williams, in […]

    June 28, 2021
  • The purpose of the trip

    when i tripi listen to musicthat creates aa story or archetypefor my consciousnessto synchronize withto exist into live throughas if another lifealtogetherfull with gratitudemeaningpurposeand maybe evenanswers

    June 17, 2021
  • decaying to dust too

    there’s comfortin the image of ourdigital bitsdecayingtodusttoo

    June 16, 2021
  • Insulated By Wealth from the Cares of the Day

    From Thomas Pynchon’s Against the Day: “I know this fellow back in New Jersey,” said Scarsdale Vibe, “who collects railroads. Not just rolling stock, mind, but stations, sheds, rails, yards, personnel, the whole shebang.” “Expensive hobby,” marveled the Professor. “Are there such people?”

    February 6, 2020
  • Memories in Obsidian

    “Look up.” Two hands lay palms-down on a brown briefcase. Scars. From cleats and dirt, knives at the bottom of soapy kitchen sinks, mother’s maroon-painted fingernails. Memories. The only way of knowing one’s actually existed. If you don’t remember anything, you don’t know you’re there. Time. The flowing of time. The true nature of time is a spiral; not a line with a definite start and a definite stop.

    April 16, 2018

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