Tag Archives: wilderness
“AND THEN THE LITTLE CREATURE”
And then the little creature came to a clearing in the forest where there was no self-direction any more. There in the passion of disillusion, she entered the edge of the woods upon which a road had been built. There at the edge was concrete and asphalt, were smells she hadn’t smelt before, felts she [...]
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EPIC
“It is not the answer that enlightens, but the question.”
– Decouvertes
“An EPIC (from Greek: ἔπος “word, story, poem” ) is a lengthy narrative poem, ordinarily concerning a serious subject containing details of heroic deeds and events significant to a culture or nation. Oral poetry may qualify as an epic, and Albert Lord and [...]
Posted in B.L.O.G Big Long Open Gash Also tagged Carl Sagan, paper castle philosophy, soul, the keys to the universe, universe 9 Comments
WANK OFF & DIE, WEEKLY: MAFIA JUNGLE YOGURT
I used to love sticky soft-serve that feigned health benefits, mainly because my mother never let me attack the ice-cream truck, but also because I became a model. Arriving in New York a few years ago I was introduced to Tasti-D-Lite, apparently free of everything except the charge to your wallet. Dairy-free, sugar-free, lactose-free, gluten-free, [...]
Posted in Wank off and DIE Also tagged David Lynch, Lions, toucans, Wank off and DIE, yogurtland 9 Comments
TRIPPING
While I’ve been in Los Angeles, biding my time working and loving my man – I’ve been reminiscing a lot about my last road trip, especially since part of it was taken with one of the directors here at The Masses, who soaked with Gem and I in the cliffside hot springs of Esalen, while [...]
Posted in B.L.O.G Big Long Open Gash Also tagged american road trip, Gemma Ward, How do you live?, Los Angeles, Summer Fall Summer, the road 4 Comments
HOW TO WIN A NOBEL PRIZE (AND/OR WIN AT LIFE)
This has infused itself into my brain for a while, and I go back to it all the time when I’m feeling like the goals I set for myself are all too high. They aren’t really. I recently read that the size and weight of your challenges is a test of the strength of your [...]
FRACTAL REFLECTIONS OF REALITY FACETS
“I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I’m saying” – Oscar Wilde
Tobacco, leather and white lace, a dirty butter knife on the arm rest, black and purple bite marks and a french ash tray. This is where I am now, in a state of hard luck. I am [...]
Posted in B.L.O.G Big Long Open Gash Also tagged Apples, bedlamism, Harold, New York, pigeons 2 Comments
IN MY DREAMS