hilde's peace ball.

i only succeeded at failing.

fen et
a bone what
went sideways yet
when i released him 
from the surf room
he pranced like a molecule
and brung me his 
little green man

i said my dog's my spirit guide.
what? i thought a tree? mary said.
that's my root spirit guide,
the dog's my animal spirit.

every true indistinguishable light extinguishable laid layered bright invisible.

i was remembering laying in a bed of leaves beyond the fire circle swirling in psilocybin neurons and angst and my brother remembered calling me back. today, straight, i go back there and watch the giant shadows dancing up the tree vault like monsters of light.

some of my words sound like the words of a retard witch is not politically correct but it's how i learned and how i think so i'll be consistent. believe you me though i would sing like a bird of the burned library of alexandria if my translator worked proper.

three pictures from my sister's housewarming in oak park.

Basti's deconstruction pit crew.

I have trouble with social focus.

The Grave of Spike, Our Beloved Iguana.