reflex mirror

shark-wing lavendar borealis, spoon across jets scope coping courage rage age Agent Nightside Bureaux, a gentleman plum tuckered travis traveled and plump; a heart the size of a pumpkin full of grain alcohol cool gravy urbane, final about its twinkle: on a receiving plan to flummox the thief good nap sweetheart good nap Marquis Lantern swallow the gum and the ambulance and the duchy prerogitive- punch the applesauce in your glove clandestine and esteemed skinflint dancing in the shadowy intersections of the blueprint: to the heavy beat between night and night to the peppermint lick of everyone else's personality- coocaw the mother's mothers during an unpaid internship on a boat, fool ghosts in a thimble of teArs and other passionate emanations ]o[o]o[o]o[o]o[o]o[o]o[o]o[o]o[o[o]o[o]o[o[o[o]o[o]o[o]o[o]o[o[o]o[ oil of owl, lukewarm doily swirled double-hat, doubted to death. a crossbow, death menace: neck deep to the end of the rug snagged on shag. miniature hair leisure all day play combed to fuck combed-out atoms in hoochie frocks. shut-ins swivel on stools, unshaven salivating savages, shelved. usurping charlatans, sure. them kiss, all day they: a library of incongruous developments enters on needle-nose stilts, probing pistons compromised in carnal themes copulating the asphalt with the sweet night air... they of word, they of deed, they of generally permeating malaise, my they and yours, our they but sometimes just mine: my they is deep and old, intentional. all day they comb jelly from the lion's fur to bribe the pick-pockets to lubricate for the ceremony to entice the college of cardinals for a sticky tour of the basement. mirror mirror reflex

hungry

mmmmmm... terra

crazy is another word for process

crazy i am not
but i keep crazy on the phone
for running commentary
reality is silent
but kept on speed dial
in case of emergency

the chase

rule #1, if you are chasing someone, you have to move faster than they are moving.
rule #2, when you catch up to them, you have to slow down, or they would have to speed up, but you have to establish a common speed.
rule #3, the duration of the common speed will vary widely, you will have to recognize when the commonality is dissolving and negotiate its graceful demise

white people

this dude i was playing basketball in the park with said being around white magic people makes him physically ill, achy etc. this man was pretty schizophrenic for reals, but that is no reason to ignore him. white magic people?
hmm...
do I know any white magic people?
he mentioned this as a reason he wouldnt go to San Francisco.
was i among white magic people there?

i was at a place recently and i felt totally bad there. were there white magic people around? what were they doing to me?
this place, i decided, was the inverse of the corporate environment, and thus, it was a corporate environment. go team go.
i am not a hippy, i just smell like one?

Jaime says i dont like this place because i am autistic, but i am not autistic.

i told the gentleman at the park that if one doesnt know where their ego is, then one cannot find their self in the world. when the ego doesnt do its job, we are permeable. people walk through and mess the shit up. not even maliciously but just because people arent trained to be careful.
your ego is where you are. it sounds the alarm when someone else tries to be there too. that violates the laws of physics, you know.

in the business world, you are measured for length girth and thrust. in this inverse corporate world, you are measured for... i dunno, whatever qualities women think great vaginae have.
maybe it is not so much the people as the building and the residue the people have left in it whether they knew it or not. a building has no ego.
well, some do. some have names. the Chrysler bldg, Wrigley Field, etc...

it was clear that my idea of white people is not visual. i didnt really think it was, but it was made clear.
white people believe this shit is going to end.
white people believe that they are going to make it to the end together.
well, basically, white people believe there are things worth believing in.
white people use some or a lot of their personal time and energy in service of their beliefs.
white people create black people.
because beliefs create polarity.
black people are everybody else.

it would be a quadrant
-x,+y / +x,+y
-x,-y / +x,-y

male/female
black/white

???

but it wouldnt be visual or even biological

a caucasian woman could be a black male

but words are intellectual and i think these are spiritual things. no, metaphysical.
these are hyperpersonal things.

words are things we agree on; these are things we could never agree on.
and it is white people who believe that we can agree on the metaphysical level.

but i dont think we are supposed to agree on the metaphysical level. i think the point of everyone getting their own body is that we each have a set of problems and a set of skills.
perhaps on a physical level we can help each other out, medicine, massage, sex, hugs, smiles, aroma therapy, music, what have you...
but on the metaphysical level, it is test day, no talking, no sharing answers, keep your no.2 pencils sharp and fill in each bubble completely
you have about 80 years to complete this test

i've bumblebees in my ovaries

n.w.o.

some kids get the attention they need.
some kids are getting the encouragement their parents never got.
being a parent is hard.
being any kind of emotional being is hard.
caring is hard
feeling is hard
when being alive is so humiliating
but some people are doing it anyway.

but some people arent
but some people can survive their parents' human failings
and see that their parents are humans
just like the good parents

some people will crystalize into obstacles
and you and i will have to navigate them.
eventually those people will die
but they might outlive you and i

life is fair
but it is almost unfair
how fair life is
when we want an advantage
but really it is all total balance