get out of my jungle

animals on the march

Today i am quite agitated. There is a wave present. Under my skin all throughout my body lies a water that has been penetrated by a large object that was traveling at a very high velocity.
My skin is tight and it works to keep the waters' surface area small so the wave continues to move and travel and bounce and react with everything that it comes into contact with. each organ and wall is bombarded from every angle as the wave is now reflecting from all directions. I know that the energy of the wave will slowly entropy but i feel like this wont happen for a very long time and currently the wave is like a torrent.
I am afraid of another stone hitting the water before this current wave has indeed completed its cycle and released its energy.
As the wave makes contact with everything it passes i feel the flesh absorbing minuscule amounts or this energy and inside the flesh this absorbed energy builds up. My flesh becomes warm, it tingles. I feel the need to move or flex or twinge. I have no choice but to react.
The process is tiring. I am definitely agitated today.

ah servant

"Didn't I tell you to have the piano expanding amidst inferno so the hammers and chords flatten and burst as the man played into the crescendo? How does one of work and servitude such as yourself expect to achieve any of your happiest dreams?"

"Perhaps I do not fair well in such a quest. But tell me Sir, are your dreams ubiquitous with both colour and a sense of pain?"

"Well, no.."

"Then I do not trust your dreams. Instead I will leave you now on the shores among the lions of Africa or the uncompassionate bellies of the leopards in South America..."

"What is it that you dream about?"

"I have to try and be careful about dreaming Sir. I must instead try and consider the fundamentals."

"What then are your fundamentals?"

"The fisherman's hands bleed as the rope pulls and slides through their grasp. Like him, I can recognize and connect with the blood that flows from them, and although I am not my parts I can not seem to escape their sum. As I continue to will things to happen Sir I must poor some of the gasoline on my own skin.....
Look over here Sir, I am sorry. We have another piano in the foyer."

- a conversation as remembered by a slightly scalded piano player

tricksy

zzzzz

rest or atrophy?

wrapping paper brings an active role right?

nice tuesday

Said Jesus will come out of the cove with his hand held up high,

swallows me down amongst my brothers.

Our love to salt says the great divide.

A few weeks ago i thought i saw the spirit of America thriving in sea/tac airport in Seattle.

This American spirit had manifested itself into the form of a kiosk which was selling time, three dollars for half an hour. The nice little set up had a plethora of cell phone chargers reaching out like alien limbs or Ma Bells ear tentacles which you could hook your phone up to for the above mentioned minimal fee.

Today i saw the American spirit gathered in millions to watch the back that bled to give the spirit form pass to the embodyment of that form itself and i think i felt a little shamed at my cynical approach...

songbirds and vegetables

Peacocks, peacocks are far too colourful for this moment. I would just assume dive into a cold pool than address a song bird today...

"Brother, today i have broken my spade. Without my spade i cannot remove the weeds from the vegetable patch...
As I sit here and share space with the mud I struggle to grasp the idea of a spade -less farmer.
I lament the lives of those vegetables whose air and soil will be taken over, and as i cry i notice my tears mixing with the soil..
Brother how can I take care of anything when clearly, my own life can flow deep into the soil and shed its viscosity to join those darkened bodies? Brother, how can a vegetable farm the crop?"

-a conversation translated by a songbird, a boy to his brother