Have You Washed Your Bowl? Aestuans interius ira vehementi in amaritudine loquor meae menti. Living under the constant pressure of death. Living under the constant pressure of death. The tragedy of youth is to believe you are going to live forever. While that of old age is knowing you have run out of time. And what time remains is saturated with a core-tiredness. The energies contained within hope have been long depleted. Words like empty shells,. No longer full of life,. I am sick to death.

Tuesday, May 09, 2017. Give not that which is holy unto the dogs. Jesus, Socrates and the Buddha, never wrote any word that has been preserved. 1 Jesus went unto the Mount of Olives. 2 And early in the morning he came again into the temple, and all the people came unto him; and he sat down, and taught them. 4 They say unto him, Master, this woman was taken in adultery, in the very act.

Tuesday, March 27, 2018. The secret grill of agency. The back patio of St Antonio. Lost legacies of absent fathers. Right back there at Inwood. Right back there in the woods. Right where he always was.

The Empty Forms Between The Ivory Gates. What Are These Dreams? Thursday, February 5, 2015. The gods are unconcerned standing there in perfect beauty. Something like the property on Inwood. A house set back from the road. I go to a huge gun on the roof. Am told to watch for them. That they look like us. But that I will know. Are congregating in a fenced enclosure. Climbing trees to get out. It is some sort of short gun. Tracers and thousands of bullets.