In Search of Life-Ally
’nuff Said.
’nuff Said.
Interesting…Tonight, about 2 hours ago I saw a car park and after the driver had gone inside, I noticed that the driver side headlight was still on. 02/14/23, aprox 5pm. I’m not saying it was
It’s here. It’s there. Bigfoot was sighted a few nights ago. A UFO spun organically through the night sky, which was endless, dark and black.
A man sat on the bus, riding home, reading a book. A demon sits on the bus across the aisle, licking its lips and eyeing his, presumably, tasty morsel…morsels. Legs. Arms, earlobes, all of him.
Scooter who plays music at the Dome, drummer perhaps. Chides with the American Police, policing Police. 711 South St. Number 6. Go there to make change. There is a connection between a cause and an
More of a Mirror. Discoverer of Gods.
The horse wrote about the tenseless all it would take was one good shove, a piece of flying shrapnel and he’d be done and over. A chessboard with a billion squares. Divided in two. Five-hundred
I should write this book, he thought. The challenge was that it was a process of changing. Each word would change him. So he sat down and set himself on fire, like that guy in
Now is a moment when the Artist’s tools are not indispensable. These collections are collections of words and ephemera that are substance for the reader, of some sort I imagine. The centralized point and focus
Artificial Intelligence arrived. Truth sat to the right. It spoke: Several times people spoke to me today, and they spoke about the coming times of the Zehevekiev. Zehevekiev. Glasses clinked. Folks brought fine dishes to