Monthly Archives: January 2014

lines written in the bathroom at the Legion of Honor

there’s no service at the museum. that’s a good thing because no service means no people talking to people that aren’t there. sitting on the toilet at the museum one wonders about the difference between things good and bad.

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thoughts and Walden

The sun is but a morning star. (382) Continue reading

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Grove of Titans

walk.

i really want to walk.

i really want to walk a great distance, like to work in the morning or across the United States or around the world over and over again until my last breath escapes me.

i walked over six miles on sunday. just my lover and me, walking through the redwoods. i want to walk north with my lover. i want to hold her hand when we step into the secret Grove of Titans, breathe the ancient air.

i walked almost three miles today. easy. pie. nothing. i walked to the end of the BART station and hopped on the last car. i walked from car to car to car… until a woman stopped me. a good woman. i sat down to speak w her. we talked about electronic music. when she hopped off the train, i thought about writing about how i want to walk. and how she stopped me. Continue reading

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Portola Redwoods and the Ring of Strength

when a wizard discovers +3 to strength, he will welcome it gladly. but in the time that passes henceforth, he will continue growing in natural strength. the woman sleeping at his side powered him beyond his recognition. she was a +300 to strength, at least. Continue reading

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love to love you 2013

feeling melancholy, feeling unsure about 2014. Continue reading

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