distance water sacrifice

slit open the stream
and step with bare mind and foot
into the current
onto the altar
ankles wet, spirit glistening
God yawns through the years.
your animal body is anointed
by a drop of sleep spit
from the mouth of a bored or holy ghost
You Are New
every moment
and at each point
like a stream sullied and cut open
by the vagrant stride of man

conditional

if
is a hook
to hang iron dread on
or pull thread unwoven
when
is a window for staring through blank
or keeping dull warmth in
then
is a lie against time's dispassion,
the sparkle of the bright illusion.
so is, so isn't:
if i can -
when i do -
then i will be -
: my empty claims to power

Wanna get an ocean of pleasure?
My goal is to make you end
Don't forget me

deep thoughts

how can i make a gmail filter that automatically deletes corporate holiday greeting emails?

if thoreau had spent his 2+ years on walden pond hashtagging his daily life on instagram and collecting likes, i wonder if he'd have learned the same lessons.

am i maybe leaning too hard on the crutch of technology when i tell siri to remind me to eat a granola bar tomorrow morning?

spam love

can we please just take a moment to appreciate the accidental joy that is dirty spam mail? this fine morning, one Sheryl writes me:

You Have An Urgent F%%k Message
I desire to have some wet night!
Need a sex in my office At first we are going to do some butt stuff
Do you want to see me undressed? Bye cutie

4

circling
trying to land
or taking off
or maintaining altitude?
all of the above
none of the below
cut loose in the wobbling blue

---

you are sick
made dumb
handed a megaphone
and an ice cream cone.
  unknown slaughter
  is ideal war

---

i'm busy these days!
i keep.
being busy.
doing fills my days
doing fills me up
with a bloated nothing

---

swirling thru the circuitry of death
switching on to switch off to switch.
is the measure of mental health
a lack of leaks
a count of caught exceptions
an immaculate implementation

i went to japan for 2 weeks.

here's a photo. photos capture nothing, so i took very few. this one is useless. it's from a bamboo grove in kyoto that will be endlessly photographed by tourists for as long as it stands. google the experience.

cynicism aside, i had a wonderful time. got to reconnect with old friends. sadly, i could remember so little of my life there. even the small streets and alleys surrounding the area where my apartment once stood seemed permanently unfamiliar. i missed it all as i re-experienced it, but it was like missing someone you haven't met.