can’t the bones of daisy may be resting? can’t the hardley-bardleigh rest in shade tonight? it’s all about the bits of words on nothingtoast or qabbalistic mutterincks (yo, cobbleheaded man! read out to us yer words of lore. methinks ye’ve gotta find the loo! ya)
so, there you have it, la. can’t even squak for a dimestore muffin…
maybe my entire yahso is wrongo?
well, only a week. Me to L.A.
My great uncle was a librarian who specialized in ancient Middle Eastern manuscraipts. He was also a very vocal advocate for the Lebanese and Palestinian peoples… There he is with his luggage.
I like this image a lot. It makes me want to go to Turkey. (Well, not right now…)
if wishes were horses…
ya, whar’s my self-taught monkey? and when’s he goin’ to? sprinting outwardly. or vice verso, you cold shoulder. when the aesthetics please, what then, and when does anything…
*note* look in public domaincicle. *note*
under the new coat of paint, where’s the rust now?
Tranced out in the weekend silo: keeping up with the worldy and watching things spiral like a mad dream. there’s something crawling.
“The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.”
fearfully disjointed and weakend by slow lunar cycles. can we all laugh at escalators anymore? jacob dreaming of them. where all the angels tread the stair. listen to the hissing of the cold cream. my bruises are there for all to see. mon oncle, ya, he’s got his own despair. crackling in the silent deeps of space. (when we will fly to mars again? or maybe when the steppes and plains of neptune explode in countless orgies of splintering desire? eats his childers? will he? or will the stones be sewed inside his thigh, or something?)
if i had to pick a monsoon season, it wouldn’t be now. but when things were done too quick, might not a rain of heaven seem like the thing to muddy the works and make things slow?
to be sure: who ever appears the way you want them to? there’s some kind of cracked mirror. ya. mired in selfspec.
I’ve wanted to learn about Linux for some time now. This seems like a pretty unique tool to do so. Linux desktop through a browser? $10 a month? Accessible from anywhere with an internet connection? Sounds pretty reasonable to me.
I’m reminded that I keep meaning to read more of his writing.
RAW always seems to have original things to say. Which is what it’s about, anyway, creating new and groovy ways of seeing and dealing with the wacky things that go down every day. What kind of bizarro-future world are we constructing RIGHT NOW and how do WE get in on that?