threes

phases of my life —1) it was washed —2) it was wondered —3) it was won phases of my strife —1) it was weather —2) it was welcome —3) it was work phases of my mind —1) it was moving —2) it was melodic —3) it was memorable  

Consciousness..yes? Your consciousness or my consciousness?

It’s tempting, but I can’t write about Remote Viewing.  This is a rule I have managed to weasel around by writing in multiple perspectives, which can get really tricky. Going back and reading it is kind of agitating to me with my thoughtstream trying to purify its dichotomy.  Trying to comb out the spiders.  Yeah. […]

A Bad Robot’s Day at Burning Man

“Hello, so what are you doing around here?” he asked, making small talk finally alone with her on the patio. “Playing the role of the Oracle in this game we call Life: As We Know It.” Josh started laughing with giddiness at how naturally coy she was when she was communicating with additional eye contact […]

if i pocket my watch will you observe me this time?

i’m so numb and unwarm. rewinded completely but not restarted. the damage is there and it won’t be forgotten. recorded and reported, but i couldn’t. defend. myself. so i leave this post early. ascending the curtain pull then sitting there, Cheshire grin.  rescinding the invitation to knot three loops in the rites of root. don’t […]

ring around the rosetta stones

I had set off on a 45-minute tour and the fire had not yet crumbled into dusk. I was awash in laments as usual wishing that any number of things were possible right this very now. I can’t divide at that line every time we come to it, love. I can’t mark down the words […]

she saved it for later

later, lincoln logged. he pursed his eyebrows at the pun she’d inevitably saddled him into. if ignorance is bliss, and redundancy increases data integrity, we had rows of angry and furious databases full of ideas at the ready for the impending rally.  we wanted to wake up, we had a reason, we had purpose that […]

sentinel science post-assembles to shed shame

but regardless of whether or not i change my name he’d never say the same. all i ever did was duplicate in a way that couldn’t be verified or reconstituted.. but i am still often rendered hopeless for days that cannot be. the years have passed and the sentences revealed i couldn’t spell soliloquy even […]

method of a maverick ®

first the cleftmeadow and next the wall socket, the zoetrope finds itself unwhirled in its original state of fluid discs. secondhand a string quadradth, slopes decay in the urbanalysis of silv’strummd plateaue na-hayal verid-eyes’ inheritance slugs naught in the view-red reared; it’s ugly head, Sid my amorous m’Eire. two hundred cigarwords later i’m not even […]

i shouldn’t have posed it as a question

because it’s not all fun and games in the lottery business.  i don’t like discovering what warfare breaks out and being helpless to it just because of the mingling between my bloodline and my lifeline.  being given back the honor of living as a civilian is wonderful but that wonder is filled with highs and […]