Oliver and Company

Oh, Jenny, its been a long day.
Don't worry kitty, don't you remember

"You and me together we'll be
Forever you'll see
We two can be good company
You and me
Yes, together we two
Together, that's you
Forever with me
We'll always be good company
You and me
Yes, together we'll be"

Oh jenny, I love it when you sing that to me.
When the world is like a mad porcupine from hell,
I'll crawl back to you ol' jenny, and you pick me up so well.

Living Log

Down here they don't care if he sky is cloudy or not, the ink stains the water pools.
its water but it feels like ink because the cave is so dark and musty.

If i die in my sleep in the dark of the underworld, I know this blog exists on land, in a space that preserves me. I would have written another entry, had not my fingers lost their frantic furioius jottting power. The entire scroll will remain steady, open, and waiting, untill the subtle winds blow it tatter at a time, into oblivion.

Dust to Dust

Crawling in between the letters of my keyboard I found little pieces of lint. they were supsended on the keys, like when a spider is on a tree bark trying not to be noticed.
I said. Hey there, little furry dots!, and they would pretend that they didn't hear me.
There is a cashier at the cafe who has a smily soul. Whenever I face her, I feel that I could paint yellow smiley faces on the walls. If I brought her over and had her address these little lint beings, they would not be able to help themselves, they would jump for joy and wriggle in joyous laughter. That was the effect she would have.

Retro-Gression

That's allright, you can allways go back to the square that so warm and faded, the square that you started from. Do you remember that old blunt square, tarnished yet still shining under a layer of dust?

if the square had voices, you'd hear Micheal J. Fox, Indiana Jones, Doogie Howzer, Vicki the robot, Steve Urckel, Ariel the Mermaid, Alice behind the looking glass, Mowgli and the voice that lulled him out of the jungle.

the square you are on is built on water, it is thin and made of glass, go back to the square from whence you came. The square with the warm edges.
Mowgli left for a girl and a pitcher of water, He forgot Balloo and his jungle friends. HOw hard must it have been, when he realized that his hard earth square was in a thicket of leaves, raised by a panther, what could he say once he had grown old and teethless, once his girl had grown into an old grandmother.

Injustice is Mowgli's Leaving.
I speak for the jungle,
Mowgli, you got your fire so what's the big deal get back to the jungle,
Bear necessities, remember? that's all you needed, what's different now?

You made a mistake, you were tricked, go back to square one.

Moss

Today I learnt that there was some kind of moss that was growing on the upper portions of my cardiac organ. I went to see the doctor, and he said that it was something entirely new. He'd seen it before in a patient only once when he had his forlorn practice in the hills of mongolia.
I asked him what happened to that patient.
She became president and ruled the entire Gobi Desert, He re name was Lulu Khan.
the doctor said
"I have named the moss 'ambition's gold.' But it more appropriately should be called 'hope'.
I wonder where it came from.

Reunion

"oh jee, guys is this a chat room. I was wondering I was wondering
yes?
I was feeling kind of lonely and...
oh, we understand.
yeah, well I was wondering if you guys could be my friends.
why of course we will. We think you're just swell.
cool, I'm feeling better already. so what were you guys talking about?
we were just talking about how we could really use another guy in the group. someone sensitive kind and intellectual to enrich our group. and how wonderful it would be if Julian was that somebody.
Oh really, that's real swell, You guys don't know how i go around from library to library just trying to focus on my work and feeling like crap all the time, like my body has fermented gasoline in it instead of blood, and how i feel sour about waking up and how i sigh all the time.
beleive me Julian we all go through that, we know.
so what classes are you guys taking
we don't take classes,
no? you guys on vacation or have jobs or something?
well i guess you can call working with the dirt and going from place to place a form of job.
so you're construction workers
not quite, more like a group of diggers
like in a graveyard?
oh yes we tend to work there
hmmm, I wish you guys were more honest, exaclty what do you guys do?
more importantly is what we are, aren't you interested?
yes please tell me, what are you guys?

Well, Julian I am glad you asked. We are the unbearable, abominable and extinct, we writhe underground in groups of three and four, crawling our ways through the cracks in sediment, we wriggle in the rain and make long pink noodles in the puddles, There are short ones , skinny ones, fat ones too. We are your only friends: dirty slimy worms. Worms worms worms. Worms are your only friends. Go home now you 23 year old and tell your mother that you don't have any friends and play only with us. We are still your only friends. Don't be ashamed, we will allways be here deep down in the mud we are waiting for you always.

Looking for Hidden Gold

This morning I woke up and I was a bit sad because, well, gosh.
When I was around 8 years old I barried a small scroll under some dirt in my back yard, It held upon it a map and code to find a barried treasure, namely the magic box.
Upon the scroll, I had a diagram of my favorite things, drawn in with my favorite colors.
I buried under the mud, and my parents have now built brick over it.
I am now 23 years old.
I now recall that there was no treasure, just the buried map that's probably now eaten by some dung beatle.
The treasure exists though, I think i feel it creeping in side me. At the pit of my chest, a treasure chest!

There's a Hermit in my Basement

Oh i still remember when I first saw the cave being inhabited. it was that unreacheable sort of basketball sized little hollow one has in their basements, I called it a cave.
Anyhow I noticed a little suitcase and some little bedsheets and wondered what child must have started to play dollhouse in my basement. Perhaps some sort of voodoo witch child. This scared me, I confess.
I boarded up that silly cave with ply-wood, so the child would not come back and meddle on my property.

Some years laterGoing down there , to wash some clothes, I heard a knock from that wood panel.
I listened again in stark silence and the knock came again in a quick methodical rap.
I knocked back at it in rhythm and it knocked back to me in a yet more flourished variant of that same rhythm, and so i reached for my hammer and I opened it.
Needless to say I was surprised. A miniature man was there. must have been only 5 inches high.
How long, he asked me, do you creatures live.
i told him only an average of 80 years.
He sighed and said, Then I cannot love you, close me up again in that wall, I am waiting for the one who will take me in his arms and keep me safe and snuggled for all of time.

"Sorry my friend. I will do as you say, are you not hungry? " I asked
"I am hungry for only that which I mentioned, Goodbye. "
So I closed it up and never heard from him since.

Odd that I should have lived five hundred years to this day. I wonder when I shall pass away.

Going to Meet a Dear family in the Woods

"did you bring the flashlight"
"yeah, it's right here"
"sweet"
"did you hear them talking?"
"yes, they know we're here"
"they will come to meet us"

At the River

We saw ten men washing their beards in the river. they had lived with eachother their whole lives. Some would have called them prisoners. I knew they were the shepheards of a future world.

Learning About My Hidden Aunt Nova

I was recovering in te midst of a long winter from what coud only have been someting that was caused by my neighbor, a witch lady from the dark and icy regions of southern argentina. How I missed her alligator soup and Charleston NewtEye Sandwiches. You can never tell when you are about to be bewitched, when I saw her with her streaming gray hair and tie die shirt, I knew I was booking the next flight to Bermuda.

Adventure in the Bering Strait

When we set sail accross the Bering straight their came to my elbow a poke, I looked past the rail to see a giant norwhale, like a unicorn bullet. I said, Ol norwhol! Blessed by your twisty sword. and he leaped spear first and dived deep into the icy depths never to be seen again.

16th Century Remote Control

At times a harry wizard opens his mouth in the east and a small drop of water falls from my faucet here in Berkeley.

I have an interesting tale here of a young boy who found a sturdy leaf in the middle of the street, bound with animal fibers of a sort and little metal buttons. Other people had seen it in their cars and thought it was some squirrel that they'd run over, and they'd just keep driving. The boy knew it was something special. picking it up (don't tell mom i pick up random things of the street he said to his imaginary friend) He picked it up and took it home, washed it off, and then when all the house was quiet, and the family dog was curious but too happy to really care, he thought of pressing it. (why not, right?, its probalby just a leaf) He pressed it. Nothing happened, He pressed it even harder. Hmm. it does press like a button, like a 16the Century remote control. But alas, he sighed, it did nothing, He pressed the big star shaped button , nothing happened, he pressed the large lightening shaped button, nothing happened. (Oh well)

It is important to note that at the moment of his pressing the buttons miles away the planet of Jupiter winked its large stormy eye, and an old galaxy in andromeda lost its star.

I just noticed sometimes i write like a useless man, with a useless interest in fantasy literature.
I don't think I write like a woman. Do I?

The Eyes Have Seen an Enemy in the Brush

I was walking my dog yesterday down a long old street that I call Beatnik Boulevard, at the end is an ancient old tree, which is now covered in vines. I saw as the wind blew the vines up, the tree seemed to be swinging about, swirling an old blanket, like an old woman washing her clothes for her grandchildren, and then I saw something i don't think I was meant to see, at full sway I saw something tucked up in one of the branches, something white and fluttery. I went closer to inspect and deep in the tree's clutches I saw more white cotton like fabric. I looked straight up into the shade of that damp canopy and I found a little girl with long white pajamas laughing "Long John, Long John John . hahahaha" looking like she just won a million bucks and disappearing into nothing. I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to see it. I blame the vines for this mischief, the ancient old tree is surely dead.

A New Start

Hello, I have opened a new scroll. I am opening it to you as a little place where good thoughts can dwell, A place better than that sticky crapsnug that is my skull.

On this dark day, after Physics lab reports were looming on my head. and an essay is due. oh the essay that holds my grade in balance. I am willed away. I hate the library... there's too much sex in the library, its a new molecule here that suffuses the air.

The Open Hearse

I found my shoelace. It was unstrung. It led me like a river down carpet. I knew it was going nowhere and I was not pretending to follow it. My head is like an open hearse, It sees death perching on a window and sees life walking in the door. Honey, I'm home... Honey?... who left the window open.