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July 16, 2017
University Place – Journal 7/14/17 – 7/16/17
It’s been a helluva weekend. I think I’ve made good with someone I’ve been wanting to for a very long time.
If you’re not already listening to the song “Flytrap” by Solar Fields, do that right now as you’re reading this journal. It’s amazing what an ambient electronic artist can do when scoring an action game like Mirror’s Edge.
I am in Tacoma, housesitting again.
These environments have spiked this month, as I haven’t had a gig like this since April and suddenly I’ve got two back to back. Th...
July 15, 2017
Freedom Hops
Creamy alcoholicy
Hard sips of the
Best damn cream soda
I’ve ever had
Freedom tastes good
Filed under: May Era (III)
July 13, 2017
Cedar
In torrential
Turbid storms
Of endless
Sky water
Falls
Beneath the
Western red cedar
Tree
There is but mist
As its many leaves
Act as shield
For pouring
To cease
Shade from clouds
Filed under: May Era (III)
July 12, 2017
Grand Theft Blackout – Journal 7/12/17
Today is a day of protest, allegedly against an administration aiming to attack an ample guardian of the internet. Which means there’s a thing in the US government stopping big corporations from making exclusivity a thing on the internet. For me and Radio Reality City, this would mean I could get crossed out of the internet as a whole thanks to me supporting my own website. If I’m not big enough or cozy enough to get in with an ISP, this site is history.
All that means is that I get to partic...
July 11, 2017
Jungle of Hell
Start running
Door’s open we’re coming
We will set
Fire to the fire ones
Build bridges of victory
On the backs of skeletons
We will fall
Towers long
To land on top of
Your barons of hell
Doors open in ambush
And our answer
Is to uppercut
Some fuckin’ heads off
In the dimension of torture
And pain and depraved
Punishments for the wicked
We’re here by our volition
Jaws of imps fly
We’re ripping arms off
To beat their owners
To death with them
We don’t rest
Know no restraint
Shot shells in belts...
Palindrome – Journal 7/10/2017
Today’s date is a palindrome. 7102017. You ever get that sick feeling in the pit of your stomach for no reason? It’s difficult to describe, but I’ve tried to write about it before a few times.
I haven’t had much to write about this weekend between midnight runs for food as I was housesitting and couldn’t forage much. Plenty of interesting things happen outside when it’s dark out. Like Applebees being open until 1am? The fuck?
Man, writing has really slowed down recently. I’m really forcing my...
July 10, 2017
Uncanny Mannequins
Dark skies
Dark city
Lights popping
Glass rattles to streets
Lonely and windowless
No place to hide
But among all the shade
There are things
Not human
Mannequins unflinching
They follow you
Staring at you
With lifeless desire
To make you one of them
Stood frozen
Like they were once
Calmly walking
But necks twisted to you
Eyes like buttons
Sewn on and looking
A thousand yards
Through you
You may turn around
And back again
And there they will be
Much closer
Don’t move
But they reach far
When yo...
July 9, 2017
Wandering In Seattle
Skyscraper lights
Bleed up
From the buildings
Flares of office lamps
Bounce off of copy sheets
Reflections snowblinding
Those on below streets
Dripping photon waves
Like buckets of water
Are
Splashed all over
The place
Filed under: May Era (III)
