Monthly Archives: October 2012
The dream begins and we think we know what’s going on. We receive a program. It’s called Survival. Then, we forget that it is a dream. We forget that, as Bill Hicks said, ‘It’s just a ride.’ We take it … Continue reading
‘I’ll have Matthew send email to whole church. Email, twitter. would you email jimmy collins? take his email address to this social media thing. I always forget but. We always try to get people to retweet…streaming live at this address.. … Continue reading
It didn’t end. The War didn’t end. The chaos didn’t end. The filth and stench didn’t end. It just kept going, for miles and miles. ‘It would have been better if everything had just been obliterated completely, wouldn’t it?’ I … Continue reading
This is what we are unable to say. Who are you to tell me what my role is? Who? I ask. Almost nobody understood anything anymore. People just did the bare minimum to survive. Ate, slept, received their entertainment quotients, … Continue reading
‘Yes, Sophia, I understand,’ I said, not flinching a muscle, totally faking it. ‘No, I don’t think you do. I am not yet born, although I was born before oceans existed,’ said the 2 year old child, Sophia. I wanted … Continue reading
Yes, it turned out the book was writing him, although notwithstanding the coldness of the map he would have strategized something other than what the commander had that lonesome night on the howling wind of the Delta. Harry wouldn’t have … Continue reading
Bobby V.
Dream the other night: Bobby V. is up at bat for the Red Sox in Fenway, his white hair blowing in the breeze (he wears no helmet) The commentators of the game’s broadcast: ‘This is the first time in an … Continue reading
Hey Jeremy
I’m in Marblehead. Santa Fe will have to wait until December. Maybe Great Barrington will be my last stop in Massachusetts. I hope you are well, sir. ~Peace, Kyle
MY NAME IS TOXIC SHAME by John Bradshaw (meditation reworked from original written by Leo Booth)
I was there at your conception In the epinephrine of your mother’s shame You felt me in the fluid of your mother’s womb I came upon you before you could speak Before you understood Before you had any way of … Continue reading
