Stop the World. I'm getting off.

Hairstyles for Reds and Blondes

Food Returns to Nature

It's Just Rock and Roll

"I'm disappearing, avoiding most things." Syd Barrett

"It's good to be here, it's good to be anywhere." Keith Richards

Feel Flows

Unfolding enveloping missiles of soul
Recall senses sadly
Mirage like soft blue like lanterns below
To light the way gladly
Whether whistling heaven's clouds disappear
Where the wind withers memory
Whether whiteness whisks soft shadows away
Feel flows (white puff glisteny shadowy flow)
Feel goes (black puff glisteny shadowy flow)

Unbending never ending tablets of time
Record all the yearning
Unfearing all appearing message divine
Eases the burning
Whether willing witness waits at my mind
Whether hope dampens memory
Whether wondrous will stands tall at my side
Feel flows (white puff glisteny shadowy flow)
Feel goes (black puff glisteny shadowy flow)

 Encasing all embracing wreath of repose
Engulfs all the senses
Imposing, unclosing thoughts that compose
Retire the fences
Whether wholly heartened life fades away
Whether harps heal the memory
Whether wholly heartened life fades away
Whether wondrous will stands tall at my side
Whether whiteness whisks soft shadows away
Feel goes (White puff glisteny shadowy flow)
Feel flows (Black puff glisteny shadowy flow)
Feel goes (White puff glisteny shadowy flow)
Feelings to grow (White puff glisteny shadowy flow)

White puff glisteny shadowy flow
White puff glisteny shadowy flow
White puff glisteny shadowy flow

the Beach Boys (Carl Wilson/Jack Rieley)

Primordial Dawn

At first the world was dark and formless except for what appears to be two headlights.

The moon was moon-like. I don't want to say the moon was pregnant, but the moon was pregnant.

Things during this time were dark and tangle-y. The earth was ruled by tyrannical beasts with cold blood, working on cars fueled by David Bowie and Queen. Others cut through more alcoholic pastures pausing occasionally to take instruction from some dark notion of power. Hidden at the perimeter and just out of sight I threw the all of the bullets that I had smashed with rocks. Not a good idea and not the last of it's kind.

At some point I would have to take control. Possibly when I was big enough to be violent or smart enough to be peaceful. Rocks and bullets were ruled out as a combination at least.

Let's Begin Again

                                                     This is pretty much how it all started.

"In watermelon sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar. I'll tell you about it because I am here and you are distant."  Richard Brautigan

Astral Weeks

"If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dream
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop" Van Morrison