POST-DATED: AUGUST 16th
Carve your name
Carve your name in ice and wind
Search for where
Search for where the rivers end
Or where the rivers start
Do everything that’s in you
That you feel to be your part
But never give your love, my friend,
Unto a foolish heart
Leap from ledges
Leap from ledges high and wild
Learn to speak
Speak with wisdom like a child
Directly from the heart
Crown yourself the king of clowns
Or stand way back apart
But never give your love, my friend
Unto a foolish heart
Shun a friend
Shun a brother and a friend
Never look
Never look around the bend
Or check a weatherchart
Sign the Mona Lisa
With a spraycan, call it art
But never give your love, my friend
Unto a foolish heart
A foolish heart will call on you
To toss your dreams away
Then turn around and blame you
For the way you went astray
A foolish heart will cost you sleep
And often make you curse
A selfish heart is trouble
But a foolish heart is worse
Bite the hand
Bite the hand that bakes your bread
Dare to leap
Where the angels fear to tread
Till you are torn apart
Stoke the fires of paradise
With coals from Hell to start
But never give your love, my friend
Unto a foolish heart
Unto a foolish heart….
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A Night and a Morning of Jimmy, my good old buddy pal on a LATE bike ride, his brain splattered in the frying pan, montage and dilapidated. His thoughts brodcast to you via, digital/analog phone lines, coaxial cable, or fiber optic hook-ups’.
[Next time Jimmy will document it with his digital camera and maybe some MP3 sound loops I save from my sound recorder or insert some music using the MP3 plug-in, this journal of mine needs to be more interactive…]
FADE IN:
Jimmy is coasting down the dirt trail trail, no handed. Arms extended wind flapping thru his green, random, hooded pull-over. New Balance 808’s tied on tight, his NorthFace pants are rolled up to let the summer breeze blowin and to keep from getting caught in his chain. Some random Neil Young tune is sliding thru the wires on his MP3 player and through his earphones exploding into sound as electornics touch skin, trying to forget. He is comptiplating a stupid descion not to have ‘so-and-so’ as his girl friend and if she is even up to the task as being a known drug user and liar are the exact opposite characteristics Jimbo wants outta a relationship. Jimmy is so0O0o stoopid, treating a girl he cares for deeply [which is VERY rare] like the crazy person Jimbo is. Par for the course for him or. Run, Run, Run, Run-a-way from my phosphorescent green light pen [some pharmacuetical pen that has an awfully cool light so you can right at night, its ‘Zyrtec’ but does it matters it writes in the dark] thats shades my emotions in a muted green haze. Enough about Jimmy, lets talk about the planet Earth. My ramblings are not yours to read Mr. Police man, who ever you be. I hear you yelling at me from the roadside, leave me be.
Test me, with your blu-ray dual layered mind warp, I wont even get into a Phase II Blu-Ray warp with you my friend, my only friend. Now if were talking about Mr. Abstract art on the wall and Dortorate degree’s plastered up the wall and onto the ceiling so that when I am laying back staring at that dot on the ceiling thinking about how I fucked some bitch the night before while he analizes my social phobia and which angle of attack we should try: Anti-Depressants, Uh NO. Benzodiazapines, gabapentin, and amphetamine salts, and a psychotropic agent, risperidone to help control sleep and weight gain. Errr… Stop, Drop, and Roll, rustling in the bushes. My back is open from behind, I feel as if strangers are lurking in the darkness in the brush. I trust my gut and leave as I am not dealing with bacon tonight.
[I’ll be back, 2:11 am]
Relocated
I am back sorry for the interuption in this lunar broadcast, I was getting some FUZZ in my signals and voices echoing at me from the shaded tree line. It was all under control in my land of illuminated journal on a nite bike ride under the crescent moon, halo’d in a hazy summers rainbow mist. I was just got back from a now ‘Forest Preserve’ but once land on the private where the maryjane plants grew 12 feet tall, stalks that needed an axe to chop down. Ya’ know Ya Wheelers, ha, PJ’s grandma did leave a nice, mighty, huge oak tree that just loved to play hide and sneak with it’s branches and the tip of the moon. Everchanging it is, just a Jimmy is, and just as the pavement under my feet swirls. Constant motion, I know a little something you will never know, dont touch that hard liquor. Can you tell the way the Queen of diamonds lays just by the way she shines. Big guess on what music Jimmy is listening to? Dirty hands, greased up jeans and sweat dribbling down his face as he lets the riverbugs become attracted to my illuminati light saber pen. I am at mid-river, come to daddy on an inside Straight, I got no chance of losing this time? I am raised about 30 feet from the center of the river that swims and sways underneath my feet the carp and catfish the size of your momma, nibbling at the riverbugs as they take as rest just as I am on the precious river banks, Their prowness abandone on me there likelyhood though of dying tonight is thrice that of mine. I cant stop writting-need-a-break…
[2:53 am]
Will be back stay tuned for my fun filled night… I need to move closer to the water, waterfalls over my shoulder.
The water fall is roaring like a beast tonight, I edge towards the sides where the water cascades down a 45 degree angled, boulder filled path. There are such cold spots and than such warm mist pockets, like a 21 yr olds pussy oiled up with estrogen and progesterone, bare boned Hormones. The riverfall must be releasing some of its heat and energy. Energy that used to be harnessed instead of letting Mother-Nature go to waste. Those times were different though. I can see the intake valves from my vantage point on the old Hotel that used to harrness the power of the earth. Water rushing down used to power a massive turbine, producing the electricity for the town in its early days. Shake it Sugaree in fact I believe they have a glass floor so you can see what once was, what once was… Wet in a warm dew I am loving it. Oh spoke too soon, caught a cold pocket of air.
Hard to turn those heavy arms of the time keeper back, aka Old Man Time. Standing tall in his plush, red, layered robe. His three foot long flowing white beard is a striking feature. His staff carved out of a washed up Mammoth tusk on the shore of Alaska interwoven and carved with the Tlingit art of a supreme caliber. I can see him out of the corner of my eye radiating his golden aura, Time, pffft… Let me gaze into your smokey phantom quartz crystal that is encrusted in your staff caught in a prismatic inclusion I sit back and view myself, viewing myself thru the looking glass, upside down and round and round, lazy lighting to let me get loose, lost or found. Thru the vibraphone canvassing my eardrums & the roar of the waterfull I just lost my train of thought. Ugh, Stay tuned, go get your snacks cause joo know you be cummin back. erk, timeout, sniff…
[3:43am]
Just had to pause to crack and A$W rootbeer.
Reached for the secretes to soon, worn out oak floors [plank floor-boards, rustiK, 6-inches thick] shit is what I am talking about river bugs on the run, just speak to me, Breathe, on the run, Time [does he have to materialize again?], I guess so in the Great Gig in the Sky. Oh yeah remembered where I lost my train of thought before… Hold it now, Hit it. Beastie Boys throwing-up puking off the dope the used to be doingoff the back of toliets in some humid club. Dope’d up and PCP’d out, TRUE party kids. One of my [friends, if you can call him that now, you know who you are!] his Mom used to baby sit Mike D or ADROCK when they were about 8 yrs old so in Mass. If I recall, but that is completely and utterly irrelevant, as my point is diminished, as it shreads thru my skin hoping to hit a vein on its first poke.
Somewhere in the tumbling waterfall ruckus I hear rasps from under the water. You are insane… Who said that? Was it you Brain Damage, Sorrow, Take me any colour you like [I prefer a muted green with a blueish glow] did I have high hopes, what do you want from me. My wings are bandaged but still am able to fly. Into the distance my senses real 😉 A fatal attraction is holding me fast, How can I escape this irresistible grasp. Can’t keep my eyes from the circling skies. Tongue-tied and twisted. Just an earth-bound misfit, I… have everything I could ever want yet I am still so unhappy, why? The purple hued stars aren’t answering me tonight. Maybee you can? Help me realize how normal YOU are compared to my vapor trail of existance. Why am I such a wreck? I am clean, for the most part, yeah, yeah, meds for this, a med for that, a pill for this, a piece of paper for that, a tiskit, a taskit. Cant have whats in my basket.
A multi-eyed alien being, tentacles feeling, smelling? Is staring up at me through the coating that divides his atmosphere from mine, liquid. I do have gills you know, betcha didnt know that? 🙂 Through our power of imagination we were able to speak. Mumbo Jumbo, poor me, fuck you, fuck me, you dont have a god damn clue. I destroy anything positive I see on the distance horizon with a patter of my eyelids. My Black-Diamond splunker light [should put in a hyperlink to show the light] catches the warm spray backs of light into a wonderfus display of artificial HID lighting, shafts of light spliting the late nite sky into prismatic water dropplets dancing to the beat of Radio One. Coming up to plate with Mother nature. 3-D’riffic and I dont need no stikin Active-X plug-in for that, so there, ha. Hey you, me? Yes you, Yes? Can you tell me why Humpty Dumpty’s Army cant put me back together. I am fragile as an egg with its yolk drained out, organic laid egg be it, but still would shatter Jimmy. So disgusted with himself he has not a thing to look for but upward. The swirling stars. The way back home? Such a long, long, long way to go home. That little diamond behind Orions belt, I can slip that belt outta his grasp and whip the starts etes till they start to bleed down on me in the prismastic meteor shower show. Mainly because I am the Master, master, master of the Universe [if you dont get that, shame on you]. Just like Jim whipped the Horses eyes it is eye who whips the Milky-way.
Rain down upon me you interdimensional time traveling elfes. you think I dont know about you, dmtwhat? [key in:] HEAVY GUITAR RIFF… ‘YA GOT ANOTHER THING COMMING’. A rat just came speed running along side of the river side, throwing up 3-4 foot Carp or Catphish, not a phisher man I be but that was fuct up. Rats abound…
Bam, spastic, tactile engine
heaving, crackle, slinky, dormy, roofy, wham
I’ll have them, fried bloke
broken jardy, cardy, smoocho, moocho, paki, pufftle
sploshette moxy, very smelly,
cable, gable, splintra, channel
top the seam he’s taken off
Rats, rats lay down flat
we don’t need you, we act like that
and if you think you’re un-loved
then we know about that…
rats, rats, lay down flat!
yes, yes, yes, yes, lay down flat!
[Got it? Get it? you should…]
These alien fish are lured to my light show I could literally grasp into the water and grab a fish the size of my thigh, if I could hold its thrashing [much like a junky on the kick, who can hold them back, not I]. So strange we dont need thought control, or education for that matter, mad hatter laughs HAHA. There scales [.30mg intranasal] are iridescent and would make a could guitar pick for a souther man, down on the farm plucking some souther twang-ang-ang down on the FARM. So alien it instills a feeling of being scared in me about as much as my incounter with other life forms, these didnt have purple fins and when I power my thoughts for them- oh gosh absolutely beautiful mothernature in her splended earthborne treats but yet ye who battless with the stars are out for something so beautiful I cant even put it into words [and I am talking quite a bit tonight] nor can the greatest painter.
Monster beast from the deep. What is it you are thinking right now can I put my thoughts in your huge head. Please I hate to do it but I’ll lay my scattered and rat clawed thoughts for you to take down stream. Maybee some one will catch you and eat you fried, and my problems will be theres, I hope not. Go now make your way into the sea weeds, smoke u, joo got um. Be gone my fair fishfor its just my simple emotions you carry on your back, no doubt I watch you sink beneth the surface. Lotta weight eh’ hehe :).
[4:30 am’ish???]
Another commercial break, hey deal with it or hit that X button in the upper right corner or left corner if on a OS-X system, depending. I am off from the river heading to the deep woods, no city lights arrayed on a Tri-Gem explosion of colors on the waterfall. Ill be back gas station break, M’n’M’s, Chocalate milk yum, stay tuned
I am back and hidden under a hood. Dreadhead kids whisper ‘KGB’s’, ‘KGB’s’ out of the cracked shaddowed doorframes… KGB’s no secret service here get with the program Killer Green Buds. psssst. If a rainbow was a rollercoaster, oh would you go upside down with me? Got distracted for the perfect sunrise on my mission for the stars. Old man Time musta knocked his staff 3 times and said daylight break upon thee. I can see hieroglyphics carved into the moon, what they say probably was encoded on that HUGE trail of that shooting star that I just spied [after signaling the stars with my Black-Diamond splunkers light]. You’d be sursprised who returns your morse-code, airplanes in the night sky usually as the circle HIGH in the SKY for there rotation back to Ohare. Sometimes I will get the pick air lines to tip there wings for me of flash some random lights or the best is when they rev there jet engines up right when there over head letting you know they spotted your light blicking code. There are other thigs that pick up on my light blicking too, what those are I am yet to know FOR SURE.
What lays before me I take so for granted. I have a view of 20 acres of a fog filled, wildflower, valley, bordered on all sides by a ancient tree line. The mist is swiriling. Can you see what I see, can you cut behind the mysteries? Yeah my life is a wreck, my head is not even screwed on but hey life aint so bad… Still waiting for the sun to creast the horizon. Who else is going to bring me a broken arrow [found an arrowhead the otherday BTW] Woo Hoo on me. My life could be so much worse and I am bitching and moaning, that I cant get my life together, I want to get off certain medications, I want to find an honest girlfriend that doesnt use drugs, I want my life, my phones are tapped and my [old] best friends are in jail on Drug Induced Homicide [D.I.M (carries – 6-30 years )] and if found guilty of the “special circumstances” that the States’s Attorney is attaching to the Involuntary Manslaughter [carries 3-8 years I believe, probably more] both could see an additional 10 years, but if convicted of the D.I.H. the manslaughter charge really wont matter much… Sucks to be them but I hate to say ‘I told you so…’ Nick-Nack-Patty-Wack-Give-the-Fuckers-A-bone. You play the game you suffer the consiquences, even if those are some fuct up charges and the ‘special circumstances’ charge is bullshit, stemming from an 2001 girls OD and death on PMA a Mother pushed and pushed and got some bullshit new law on the books, BULLSHIT. God bless them though, I hope one doesnt take his life…
Time for some prayers and meditation, excuse me. Commercial break.
[6:31 am]
I am back… The firey ball of heat warms my dew covered body, I am soaking wet, I could careless. The sun was playing tricks with me on its rise. Staring down the big fat ‘ol sun I was getting back falsh images on the sun, kinda funny. The sun took on the ‘Steal Your Face’ logo blueprinted by none other than thee Grateful Dead. Warm sun does wonders for your mind. Still crazy though ; )
FADE OUT: Jimmy lays in his bed sun shafts of lights slip sliding thru his blinds, his feather down comforter, feels just that comforting. He lays in bed examining a crystal as the light strikes it in a rainbow fashion. Eyelids become droopy most likely from the sleeping medication he took, he begins to recite the rosary as his brain waves slow and his mind traverses into the realm of the unconscious. Hop-scotching thru the dimensions available to him in his mind he finds a nice resting place in a couch of clouds and presses play on the movie of his mind. Deja who?
All the years combine
they melt into a dream
A broken angel sings
from a guitar
In the end there’s just a song
comes crying like the wind
through all the broken dreams
and vanished years
Stella Blue
When all the cards are down
There’s nothing left to see
There’s just the pavement left
and broken dreams
In the End there’s still that song
Comes crying like the wind
Down every lone street
That’s ever been
Stella Blue
Stella Blue
Stella Blue
Post Script: I ended up text messing [I wish I still had the text as I would post them for MY memories] my g/f [at the time] after the sun rise and fixed things up, apologized and probably got lied to and everything went back to ‘normal’ for a bit till I got sick off lies again, I am sure I tried to break it off one other time before I FINALLY and I broke it off for good as off Thursday the Sept. 16, I think.