Archive for August, 2012

Wormwood…

Tuesday, August 28th, 2012

symbolic representation of the bitterness that will fill the earth during troubled times,

Just a feeling…

Tuesday, August 28th, 2012

…I must admit I have a feeling creeping up on me. Feeling a little trod upon, downtrodden if you will. I’ve made my contributions to society and would for once want something back or possibly my contribution. Everyday retreat sounds just a bit better, into myself, pull back and let the world exist without me for a while. Everyday I hear the same rhetoric how somebody else wants my support, this is nothing new, but I’ve heard it for too long. Everybody Else’s standards are bugging the hell out of me. I’m middle class and paying for the welfare of the poor and subsidizing the tax breaks of the rich. It is absolutely crushing me under it’s insidious heal. So what do I do? I feel no revolution, no malice towards person or country, just tired.

Repurposing the Satellite dishes…

Sunday, August 26th, 2012

Something in a in the Barnyard. We’ve come into a couple of satellite dishes that have run their course.


Tore them apart and cleaned them, one had been mounted on the roof for about seven years, the other was our internet satellite dish which was just upgraded. The miracle of spray paint, haven’t figured completely what is going on them yet. One will have a sliver moon, and a milky way space scene. Excited about it, haven’t done anything fun like this for a while. Can’t wait to mount it up in the yard somewhere.

The lost lane-end into heaven…

Monday, August 13th, 2012

these little doors of perception pop up everywhere. I cut this from the brush that is slowly reclaiming my property. doors of this kind make you work to find them, just beyond the bramble at the end of this pathway is the trail coming from the other side.

Vitamin D magnet…

Saturday, August 11th, 2012

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This is my dog One. It is 90 frick’in degrees in the yard now and she is coal black. I don’t see how she isn’t completely cooked. But she loves it.

How to beat the heat…

Sunday, August 5th, 2012

We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers… Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we’d get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.

Big night out…

Saturday, August 4th, 2012

Fun time tonite, more Ska.