AUTHOR.CALHO: If I didn't write it, I would be hitch hiking cross country to Maine and then Alaska in that order. While taking frequent breaks to spread leaflets. And sit in diners. And write on things because I wasn't at a computer. I may still do that in a few years. Writing this also helps me forget about and better understand the limitations of being human, and keeps me busy enough to allow me no free time to burn the world down.

THEMATIC.ABOUT : Collapse often. The things that hold people together and hold them apart and scatter brains. The things that make thoughts go boom. The things that ooh and aah and [expletive deleted]. Sometimes poking around the margins where responsibility ends and the only one to look to is the Original Equipment Manufacturer and say "but, I already pressed 9 for more options and the menus are exactly the same. Can you just replace it?" The answer will be: "please hold." Sometimes hanging out in dark corners. Sometimes following the train tracks. Looking for ways out and ways in and all the while sharing the things seen and heard and done and drawn and written and scorched and healed and teased and caged and dreamed along the way.

8/8/14

Shut The Gate

I know I need to shut up.  I know saying I don't understand only flies for so long, but this is something I wanted to float out there that I've been mulling over for several months.  So I'll get it out of the harbor.  I don't understand, and I swear it'll be the last time for a long time I start with something like it or around it, but I don't get how I can be outside of it looking in and inside of it and trying to look out.  I'm getting one or both wrong.

Either I think I'm looking out or I think I'm outside looking in and, regardless of the math, I'm not getting it right enough.  Not to be doe eyed, but I'm at a loss.  Did I mess something up?  The tracers are not lining up with where the rounds are actually hitting, is my suspicion.  I'm donking something up.

No, it's not a missing piece.  I am underthinking?  Overthinking?  Which one is it?  Shit.  Which one is it.  No, I don't need to sleep.  That's stupid.  That's putting shit off.  I need to cuss less is somethin, though it keeps you honest.  I'm missing something.  Not sure what.  God knows it's not religion.

I'll figure it out.  I know I need to shut up.  I will.  I have some work to do.  It would be nice to collect teeth at will.  That would be fabulous.  Just wear a mane made of collected teeth.  It would be nifty.  They're not easy to come by.
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