alaskahighwaysunset
Originally uploaded by amnesoid

nobody gets it til we take our vitamins. five floors up, laughing is lost on me.

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your littelest monsters tie ribbons, ribbons and the head of a child that smiles, jesus christ, the final deformations, crystallize, your penis and the prisons it keeps, the lack of the presence skins deep, RED always follows in FLUSHES, from the shallow sleep that i shall CALL, hoarse in the lungs, stabbed in to the bed, fictioned love, lost again in the seventh seas,

my cinders are the eyes, the eyes are the deeds.

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it is never ever dark.

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captain, i havent.

i have a theory about entropy. entropy is when perfectly good systems and sure things deteriorate steadily over time, for nebulous reasons. sometimes i wonder if my mind will lose all of its tethers, someday. there is no reason that my system should be so softfooted, but it is anyway. muds, droughts, gravities and lacks thereof, yes.

poisons that seep to the surface, like with capillary action. all of the peoples yards and other lands have been stained yellow, even with the smell of iodine. violent dark gray, lustrous.

i have arrived at an isotope of myself. 43Tim. doomy and unabashed. sublimates at a temperature which any reasonable person would consider roomy. radioactive, mouth tissues disintegrate at unawares. being awake is uncomfortable. the tongue swells by 33% and sores develop. consideration is given to lighting a match, blowing it out, applying cinder to wounds.

offgas flares signal an attention. carcinogens obfuscate all of the airy air. and all of the beautiful sunsets have ended. the sun seems like a very large and obscenely bright star, sinister. peeling through the windshields. the world gets colder,. all of the people are in hates with each other. they pretend to be patient. i begin to stammer. start.

what will you pray for, human being, and to whom?

little phrases appear. doommood. the apostrophe s is yours.

tomorrow, the moon will gravitate at thirty feet above your normal ground. when was the last time you climbed a tree.

absence of question mark.

An amazing Fort Saint John sunset
Originally uploaded by amnesoid

some of the time, it is okay to have a script.

i flew to northern british columbia on tuesday. i have seen four of the most amazing sunsets that i remember. consecutively. i am driving back to the hotel from work during each of these, going blind and reveling in the skies.

i will be temporary picturesque minimalism. the script goes: tim horton’s drive-thru at 5:45AM, work at 6:20AM, turbine all of the day long, sunset drive 7:05PM, shower 7:30PM, dinner 8:00PM, choice of ipod internet book guitar or camera 9:00PM, bed 10:00PM.

it is an acceptable zentastic method of approaching the impending identity crises. i am needing to get things sorted. i do not seem to be intended for greatness, romance, fatherhood, friendship, religion, brilliance or much of anything else. i am only breathing everyone else’s air. i should have arrived at a destination by now, or set sights on a destiny, but i have not. i am bereft of all destins. if i cannot demonstrate my manifestance, then i should be burning it.

i am sort of very tired of myself, lately.

i do not often see clouds like these.

maybe there will also be northern lights. i have never seen very distinct northern lights. northern lights are particles from the sun, glancing off of the earth’s magnetic field. or something. it is supposed to be green and diffuse, and wobbly, just like me.