bring in the fun

thank god there really is no friday!

if you find a slightly used but nearly antique mind in your perambulations, let me know; it might be mine. i think there's a finders fee.


i tried again but i find it really difficult to read fiction these days. it just seems so... fictional.

space is the canvas and time the brush and consciousness is these as well as artist, medium, and aficionado

the slap and gurgle of waves rolling onto rocks. the drone of a distant motor boat. the open eye of massabesic lake.

a kayak appears on the rippled and shimmering cloud of unknowing.

wet is just another way of dry; good is just another way of bad; words are just another way of silence


bring in the silence, bring in the fun

sunny thunder!

i love you, june!

being is brilliant!


why are my toes always down there?

whose toes?

no toe!


what is awareness not?