I bought a web domain to have a go at being real. I’ve been unreal for a long time– living in odd places– places where people aren’t supposed to live… open mics message boards Twitter…
Now I live in palaces in the sun. Now I’m finally real. My words live in houses of the wholly realized.
Contrary to popular mythos there is love on the internet and it comes from knowing there’s a home for broken sentences and calcified syntax.
if we are living we are not made of stone. our bones are not broken yet. we’ve made our houses in the shade and our blankets are dry for now. we dream of drinking light and our shadows turn to bricks with which we construct new libraries and all the books are made of our best stories our best shelves
puddles splash forever light crawls into pores the sun is only softness and never shades of brutality.
all business dies. all business dies. and the curse of commerce is lifted
She’s asleep in bed dreaming of charging demons and sugar plums or whatever it is she dreams
I’m a night creature now to escape the demands of the day where all the sickness of the sun swelters clammy flesh to stinking and the garbage takes on new molecular forms to perfume the neighborhood with coffee grounds and dead diapers I’m allergic to the ultra-violent Texas rays
In a few hours the solar climb begins skyward and I will climb into bed where I will dream of cities made entirely of dumpsters I can’t stop dreaming of trash. It washes in– tidal and soils everything pure.
you never question the character of a mountain until you’re on top of one. You realize that up here is just like down there, only higher, and you feel like you should experience something more profound than this.
So maybe you post a picture on instagram of you meditating on the mountain to give the impression of the profundity you think you should feel.
You get lots of likes and people think you’re profound and you let people think that because it makes you feel good and it gets you laid sometimes.
It doesn’t matter that you’re a fraud because so is everyone else.
Because nobody feels what they think they should on top of a mountain. It’s all propaganda put out by the mountain industry to keep people hiking up listless climes.