Sunday, September 03, 2006

Something somewhere is making minimal sense. It’s either the period where management of limbo is scarcely possible...or woe betide, God forbid, Valhalla be restrained, much worse...

(In chorus)
Something wicked this way comes!

Is this also to be classified as fieldwork? Inability to deal, complete petrification, utter incomprehensibility. Of self, more than anything else. So then, I have this irrational urge to lash out, to convert fear into anger, to assert knowledge in the face of blankness.

I would like to pick a fight. Any volunteers?

Friday, September 01, 2006



Capricorn Horoscope for the week of August 31, 2006

Brezsny says:
"If you were at the Burning Man festival in the Nevada desert right now, you might be racing your souped-up tricycle through a miniature golf course-style maze while dressed in a superhero costume, after which you'd enjoy a sushi dinner served on the naked belly of a good-looking clown. Or maybe you'd be exploring the benefits of a short duration marriage to a temporary soulmate selected for you by a seven-year-old girl deity sitting on a neon green plastic throne surrounded by a circle of flame. Since you're probably not at Burning Man, however, you've got to find other ways to carry out your astrological mandate, which is to enjoy semi-crazy acts of liberation you'd normally never try."

Go get yours!