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- The Sentient Nacho
INACTIVE Ingredients: cheez-wiz, corn chips, salsa
ACTIVE Ingredient: San Pedro cactus, skinned, diced
CURES:
Gravity, consensus reality, proper public urination habits
POSSIBLE SIDE EFFECTS:
Acid reflux literally talks back, never goes away, and endlessly pontificates on weather.
- thoughts rising like jellyfish.
if i listen closely, i can see them coming behind me. i can close my eyes and i will see the lines of static ambling across the world. they will float on the motion of tired days, and they will swim through the noise around them and it will cling to their form like jelly.
- pirate radio.
“Then I fell into the slipstream of memory,” he says. And I’m just nodding because he’s making a weird kind of sense that dances up my spine, all wispy electric current.
Alls I can figure is it’s like when someone asks me if I recall some faded moment and I lick my finger and hold it [...]
- sometimes a big bang is just another creation myth.
This mop-haired sophomore once asked me, between slurps on his retainer, why I named Xenith as I did, “all exez instead of zeez.” And I didn’t want to tell him, this wide-eyed naif, until I remembered I had been younger at my own age of reckoning. So I turned my head low and away and [...]
- Pharmakopoeia: part IV
IV.
Yerba de Maria
a brief panic on awakening:
the desert’s infecting my dreams
and i’m not even there yet.
la curandera me dice:
blood and bone
wanders home
when Aztlan awakens.
- Pharmakopoiea: part XX
XX.
adam (3,4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine)
i once was eve i once was eve
at the tree of knowledge of at the tree of knowledge of
good and evil. good and evil.
when i strut down when i strut down
the mitochondrial line the mitochondrial line
i - see - me i - see - me
poised poison
…in -ing
.the the
..gar- gar-
.den. den?
lover, i was hungry
and fucking [...]
- good boys and girls get a mind trip for christmas.
I didn’t really know what to get my dad and new stepmom for christmas this year. I can barely afford food, but I still want to give them a memorable present.
So I’m getting them a bottle of wine, a copy of the experimental art film Chronos, and two joints.
My inner Santa feels downright jolly.
- monday night nudity.
soooo.
another monday night, another naked dance party. these kinds of things are happening with an alarming frequency lately.
i blame my pretty new apartment: it’s spacious and rigged throughout with blacklights, a strobe light, and a siren, not to mention my ridiculously effective audio system. last night’s soundtrack was stevie wonder’s “innervisions” album.
ah, sweet debauchery.
- the beaten path never loved me anyway.
I’ve had a lot of fun with the offbeat lately.
My best friend and I threw a two person house party a week ago, complete with disco music, strobe lights, questionable substances and a spontaneous breakdancing competition.
There’s also been several rounds of what I call Poor Man’s Laser Tag where players run around and shoot each [...]
- A conversation.
Him: “You’re such a fucking hippie sometimes.”
We’re sitting in my living room, looking at the constellation of glow-in-the-dark stars arranged in a giant K on my ceiling. My strobe light, black light and siren are all on full blast. I call it the LSD Special.
Hendrix may or may not be playing on the stereo.
I look [...]
