Long weekend. Clouds everywhere. Soon the wasps will become like skittish bible-thumpers looking for the forbidden fruit of Eden. They get up in everyone's business. I think they must be blind or myopic.
Ashley's sundrop flower (primrose) has a nice bloom at night. Attractive and delicate. It completes her garden. The flower itself seems attached to an umbilical cord of some sort. It snakes its way into subtelluric recesses of nutrients.
Heard the thundershowers last night but didn't see them. Great temblors in the sky. The gods must be hungry and crazy.
Finished reading Bill Clegg's book on crack addiction and Charles Burns' "X'ed Out". Bill Clegg really lets himself go. He chased the "pearly bliss" until he was hospitalized. He made notches in his belt when he lost inordinate amounts of weight. When he wasn't high, the world was filled with deceptive DEA agents wearing JC Penney garb. "X'ed Out" plays with the existential malaise of Burroughs, hypnagogia, and the ethos of punk rock and art. The main character is supposedly reminiscent of Tintin. In his feverish reveries brought on by pill consumption, the main character travels to a sordid interzone filled with bizarre characters and giant, splotched eggs. I can't wait for the next installment in this series.
Here's a page from "X'ed Out":
http://www.boingboing.net/filesroot/xed-out-2.jpg
Hafiz:
"The warriors tame the beasts in their past so that the night's hoofs can no longer break the jeweled visions in the heart."
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