April 20, 2002

  • I don’t expect to have much to say anymore.  Some things get to a point where they are indescribable.  Like what’s happening now.  Now...


    I am streaming through the ravines of morpheus.  Pausing long enough to take a look here and there but not truly rest.   I have a mission, a reason for pushing onwards towards the beyond even with the expense of duress.  Dreams not yet dreamt beckon me.  There is a hunger never yet felt that stirs my compassion…


    (9:37…unfinished blog:  this is a day long composition…that I will be updating throughout 4/20…)


    I will not be bound to the chair at my moribund job.  Change is imminent.  So I approach with ravenous amazement the unfolding of future realizations.


    (9:49…unfinished blog:  this is a day long composition…that I will be updating throughout 4/20…)


    Life has been so exciting—yet there’s more to be.  All fascinations have brought me to today.  And today is birthing itself into eternity.  It’s on its way.  And so am I.

    (10:03…unfinished blog:  this is a day long composition…that I will be updating throughout 4/20…)


    I see the museums of tomorrow filled with the artifacts of today.  Remnants of our lives are there.  There’s even an ornamental pot filled with a hodgepodge mix of our cultural DNA kept tepid on a neutron stove.  Don’t ask if you have a place or if I have a place there.  Don’t ask.  If you’re high, you’ll know.

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    They look back on us, you know.  They look back mostly with piercing eyes trying to pry into our mysteries.  Gimlet eyes that radiationally hunger for our absorption.  That is the hunger I feel.  The hunger that wants to know what it felt for us to be real.  For us to be.  Listen, you’ll hear them from afar and feel their gaze.  The future is finally becoming our voyeur.  Time itself is tripping.  And all our *realities* are subject to revamping.


     


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    Yet drawn am I not only to the numinousity of this back-infusing future and our current prospects for lunging thereto, but also to our own ancestors capacity for wondering about us—and us about them.  Can we suspend temporalities and huddle in a nurturing timelessness?  They *pushed* us to here.  Can’t you feel the push? We are where they left off—the empowerment of their future, their dreams.  We are the culmination of countless human Fizzies fuzzed into fruition.


     


    (12:05…unfinished blog:  this is a day long composition…that I will be updating throughout 4/20…)

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