a fresh box of bullyfriend!

this time i really am cured, but i wonder if i’ll announce it. perhaps not, hunh? perhaps not. let’s just see. it all just seemed to drain out of me. again!

i smell fresh bread. ah, to live behind a bakery.

i have a post-Primaries psychic hangover and the party is still rolling. oregon’s not even done voting. how crass. but i’m sorry. the daylight on the carpet makes all the butts and empty cups look nasty and i feel a little embarrassed that i did the rumba with someone who sounds like broken HTML. the hypnotizing conversation going back and forth on the stoop suddenly sounds like insanity making deals with itself in two different dialects of echo. polawhat? policlaymation blur of arms bullyfriending in a spidery knot on a TV with mean and then nice and then mean soundbytes in both man’s and woman’s voices and they wrap around that theaterball like a tiny audio stratosphere onion simmering sea of static. magnetic waves of soot and dopamine being rained down upon the day and none of it matters at the moment because el sol is back, at least for now and she turns the marketed clench into a petrified pretzel of electrified dandelion dust, swats it with a sip of granite, bounces it back into the velvet black. gold radio free for the masses, dawn-to-dawn missives shaped like underwater prisms, rounding out the vision, instantly dissolves illusion.

i think the key to keeping the hair long in my case is maybe making sure it is DEALT WITH and i’m not talking about Taming the Wildness Within or without. i’m talking about heat and flyaways getting in your face and it all becomes painfully clear very quick when the heat comes on. i have seriously thought about shaving my head the past couple days. the temperature has jacked up into the 80s and 90s and really turned it into full-on summer. at least for the moment. i’m only wondering if its this hot now, will it become even hotter this summer? i wonder if “strange summer” or “strange spring” will follow my last video on such matters…

i need to always keep my hair off of my back and neck in this climate. but man do i love it. the sun, the heat. love it love it love it. thank you!

there are two times of year in oregon that i start saying to myself “i’ve got to move back to sunny lands” and that is in the rainy season and in the hot season. and mind you, there are really only two seasons where i live now. the sunny/hot season and the rainy season. but don’t get me wrong. there’s a time and place for wet moss and mist and grayness, too. 

just not today!