In past lives I read opaque crystals to agitate and diffuse their forbidden lattices like a locked jackpot. Like leaves beaming with the decomposition of the soil. Arborescent hack of the earth’s exchanges of point of view. Derive from any… Continue reading

Insomnia, fun hypersexuality, bipolar spinal catastrophe, vertebrae seeps cornmeal making me thirst for my own cerebrospinal fluid through a transparent hose reel. Mazed daylight on like sheer gauze. Chain of earworms. Sudden braking may cause time rewind. The cryogenic neon… Continue reading

I’m talking to Paul Feyerabend and he says he knows a coven of witches that’d make my weekends interesting and improve my mood guaranteed. I’m like yeah sounds good, is it dark and secret? He’s like yeah but not if… Continue reading

Ill as fuck. Social supports dry amidst the wet.  All my glad chronesthesia episodes are of feeling pre-medicated, that is, prior schizoid diagnoses received.  This is the place I want to be. All associations usher on from there. My acquaintances… Continue reading

My commie peer support worker, who currently I fondly consider as the stasi, is coming over. Obviously to take notes but I will countersqueeze them for info on the Victorian mental health royal commission – a win for our sociologists… Continue reading

Two men are  humaner  than a  zoom in a  tomb in a  room in a  noumena. Three? Continue reading

  How has your culture / beliefs influenced your perspective of what science is and what role it plays in broader society? This question is posed a bit naively for me as sociology of science. My culture? I am mostly… Continue reading

If I had the chance to do it all again I wouldn’t say yes, no or maybe. I’d look at the chance, watch it spin around a bit, see it beckon, until it like meandered away inconspicuously or dramatically disappear… Continue reading

Lunar azure celeste, play Urania’s bells  of blue sparked night and sapwood beamed  round mid-latitude light. Shining shell for a brine  of dream and inquiring.  Womb for ponderance, feaster of fearful souls.  The object as frame, quietened fire field  reefed… Continue reading

A couple of likely situationists where wandering around a part of the town where there were set up psychologists, parapsychologists, seers and they stumbled into a salon where a baba yaga like figure was boiling some brew.  “Stop!” she said… Continue reading