May 2011
10 posts
05.24.11
Woke with a pefectly formed craving for a blueberry muffin. Shave, smooth olive oil over my legs. Walk, doze, read, run, yoga; anything to keep the mouth closed. I am bored by the way I have been writing. I want to write in new ways. I want to say something new. For me, I mean. Something I haven’t said before. I want to fascinate myself again. I want to want to produce objects again. I want...
05.18.11
Some interesting transitions are taking place. Horoscopes urge major reconsideration while engaging negative capability. Undertaking these suggestions with more grace and humor than usual. Curiously, the final version of CVLT CVNT surfaced on a flash drive. Justin is giving one last valiant effort to resurrect my hard drive, but I am conditioning my Self to believe that THE HONEYS TRINITY is...
05.15.11
Where is the record that will finish my book for me.
05.13.11
Pushed into the Real. The body is incapable of processing this thick oxygen. Weird sickness and thin blue eyelids. Slowly learning how to alter the futures presented. The plasticity of the brain the plasticity of the threads. Trying to counter hexes but not well versed in ritual magic (and if you are reading this, will you please stop casting spells on me?). What I am well versed in is listening....
And PS
To the person who asked about Farren: Uh. I kind of missed the natural disaster memo until literally just now. I am sorry for the curt reply. Farren is okay as far as I can gather. Overwhelmed and exhausted. But okay. Thank you for your concern.
05.03.11
My computer died and I have been enjoying its absence, though it’s certainly putting a damper on finishing up the new books. Uninterested in will; I don’t want to bother about anything. It is useful at times to contemplate one’s own death. It is useful at times to contemplate the death of those you love. I love my Work, I love my books. This is the first time when the thought of...
05.03.11 (with FS)
Fit it in the doldrums. Ho hum & we were hoping for a telephone call home. What we got instead: bean plants stalking up the trellis, cumulo-nimbus, a riot in the hedge. What are we supposed to read in those coins, darling? Currently? Currency. But exchange is always weighted in a favor. Petit fours or Napoleons, raccoon skulls or bouncy balls. Can I beg you? Value me. Guess our weight in...
Anonymous asked: Is Farren OK?
