Category: indices

Boatmans call. First line of song into my arms. Dont believe in intervening god. Wish at times I was more easily intervened — cud lit tings go — or go at with free will — had to fight with old gods to free my brain — because they terrorize my skin — Ends me up…

Once let be drawn — to what peers out from side! the run off generally runs for me into something of a looming wild eyed plunger-with-an-abyss, of horror and of love — which found both ludicrous and shocking. And once baited & hooked, dreams then screams — stupid teams to unravel where “collects” — strange…

“…desperate over-egged metaphors and lunatic, pencil-snapping, last-ditch attempts at something, my God, anything – you  have learned to hold fast Stealing triggers something metamorphic — He said, describing the Creative Process. Surfaces like discovery sudden pile on treasure isle. Whats behind or under, what feelie wheelie reveals up from the muse -ic, and yet its a prick with a strange…

Luminous quotes from 007 — “Dread grief trails bright phantoms … Are ideas [themselves] essentially… Stun… imaginations reawakening calamity. Their impossible and ghostly hands … draw us back … unimaginably changed.” HI — find death runs through like an obstacle course. Moments it brings on — stun and shock into an awareness that hears and…