29 September

Her flowing hair remains a remnant of truth. No longer will trust
devour the weak. We walk on bridges of lands dry and rigid, to suffer for riches no one will steal.

28 September

Intrepid spooks may outshine a flank of Corsicans on an inland shore. But for knowledge to be sprayed upon the alter of the knows and the know-nots, there must first be an emancipation of the forlorn loins whence root crops sprang upon the gib. For it was that very borderland that cost us our horizon. Our memories were conscripted on revisionists' averages, lying about with hands up like sleeping newborns under the heat of light, with their assumed clean slate that never was. Really they rehashed methods of meeting desires, still thinking satiation was on earth as it is in heaven. In the end they lost what they thought was everything despite being fed, groomed, sheltered, and loved. Still destitution was their choice of illusion.

27 July

The faint chill that is upon us is like the dew on a rose. The morbid cry of war is like the glance of a siren. Together we cry like doves, and in the eve we sleep with laughter and silence.

26 July

Live not among the rebar devoid of structural adjustment, but dwell in the matrix of pebble slurry upon which you may find the foam effervescent with bursts of off-shooting worlds. This route of existence will lend itself to opportunity vast and uncluttered, free of the forces of organization.

19 June

Try to think of the pain as a metaphor for struggle. Those who have do, while those who long think. When the gates to movement open, the birds of consciousness grow shy. But fear not the obvious, for it will lead you to the sky.

4 April

Allowing the firefly to soar and swoop the volume between your ears, let not its wings braze the jagged inner surface of skulley wall. And let not your thoughts reach paces which are outwitting in movement to this tiny avian soul, so that it marketh not your inner thoughts with luminescent smears of memorable error. But fear not regardless, for even these uninvited memories will lose their light over time, as they are obscured as darker and brighter memories eclipse and outshine all that once had a contemporary glow. Then once again, a new flight will embark on an attempt at being remembered.

23 February

Walking the onyx plank, receive your detractors as chimes in a turquoise breeze that blows from the starboard past. For stuck they are, under the thumb of the captain of the present. Turn also then to the port side future; for living in the moment can only leave you captive to the deck of the eternal goings on, hierarchy, and the other struggles that are actually the atrophy whose only hope is a speedy decay spurred by the salt of the winds.

10 February

And so reaching between, into the cavernous spaces, look not for the compensation for toil and usury - this porridge to be handed to the next mouth, who only hands it to yet another, and so forth, until one actually sits, eats, and sleeps, only to dream of being somewhere in that process the next day, and wakes to actually do it. For there is nothing to be taken seriously in this system of transactions, trade-offs, and middlemen. In this cavern of castes and embers of hope, always stay to the left, hugging that firewall; for doing this will see you emerge at the well-lit truism of you looking into the mirror, seeing the one with whom you've been exchanging offers.

6 February

Hold a deep breath, outstretching your arms to the Expansion's front as fast as the cosmological constant allows. Point your feet downward, not just to our molten core, but beyond to the Singularity. Regard these spiritual calisthenics highly, as they will make an Everest summit seem like a rest, enlightenment seem like a shadow, and a pilgrimage seem like the walk in the park that turned out to be a negotiation through life's ghetto that we'll posthumously praise as exactly the balance we originally called for.

4 February

Conglomerate the Scottish sphinx until the sense of it no longer rings true. See it as the red herring it flies like, and learn to discriminate between the liar and the lair, the flight and the plight, and to navigate all the other phonic tricks of the jester we call time.

3 February

The battlefields of the lions soak a pumice soil with red stains and silent memories. Watching the beaded drops awaiting entry into the dust, remember to practice your own patience while your destiny's probability function takes its time collapsing. And later, like the once-brilliant red beads, your life will have faded toward black and white, having no longer the bright, spherical brilliance, but a dull, patchy stain in time. Find in this the peace of rest.

26 January

The swooning and marauding stopeth not the change of guards
On top of the highlands some such guards shall sing
On the midlands they shall clamor
On the ocean bottom they shall feed with the flatfish among the vents