Lamp

I broke my lava lamp. In the cluttered room I stumbled, struggling with a puffy sleeping bag and knocked it off the desk. It happened instantly, there was no bullet time, no beautiful memories of hours spent gazing into its limitless depths and pondering the mysteries of the universe, no last moment grasp at its falling, lifeless, beauty. There was no time. One moment it was standing like a resolute sentinel, guarding the deskspace, and the next it was lying broken on the floor, never again to shine. I knelt as best as I could, encumbered by my half-cast, to mourn the loss, but necessity drove me onwards. I hobbled up the stairs, a feat which I was hesitant to repeat as I had done it only moments before. With towels and rags I dried its clear blood from the ground and swept its broken body and organs into an empty candy bag. I will miss you lava lamp... always.

pipe smoking professor

pulsing ruby jar
no more heat in your body
I lament your death

broken

It sucks being broken. On Wednesday night I was playing capture the flag in the dark, in bare feet, and I went to jump over a wall to get into my home base (with the opposing teams flag). I couldn't see what was on the other side and ended up sortof flailing and smashing my foot on the cement. Breaking it... or at least one of those bones in it. So here I sit, my foot up on Prince's cage, swollen up and puffy, confined in a half-cast, in the blazing heat of summer, trying to type. It's safe to say it was a stupid move.

Bird on the Hanging Tree

clawing at the crimson branch
and holding through the storm
of wild, throbbing screaming flesh
of old and young alike
of wool and dirt, a little bird
a little slowly understood
yet wholly free and holding still
among the body maelstrom

pound the mud and raise a toast
build nothing
know nothing
but round and round they go
call it a dance floor
call it a flesh fair
call it a warzone
call it a celebration
meaningless but for the battle
won on a muddy proxy field
a spectator war that everyone sees
a little bird fallen from the hanging tree
but round and round they dance
feathers in their hats and blood on their feet

albumness

We had a pretty blazing hot, shirtless working day today. It was a pretty greasy day all things considered, but at least the weather was alright. I've just been listening to Cake and Weezer and I've been trying to decide what album to buy. Should I buy Weezer's Red Album or should I buy Cake's Fashion Nugget. It's a tough choice because I really love Weezer and this new album promises to be a killer, but I also want to branch out and I've really been getting into Cake because they've got such a unique and cool sound. It's a tough choice. Any suggestions?

Park Ranger

Festival Sunset

sunlight on the mountain
festival
with the joyful people
gathered on the hill
sometimes
the joyful people
gather on the mountain too
sometimes
the waters rise
sometimes
I get drowned in the night tide
copyright of Luc Lhereux
circa two-thousand and two

but sometimes
baby sometimes
I think of you

The sun is going down
but on the hill
the joyful people gather still
sometimes
a word of doubt will pull them back
and beat them black and blue
sometimes
I burn the things
that keep me to

but sometimes
baby sometimes
I think of you

we're in the dark of night
the festival
will pass us by
we've come down from the hill
sometimes
the joyful people
sit entombed in wood and steel
sometimes
we burn the midnight candle through
sometimes
we sit in silence, watch the moon
sometimes
in dreams I walk the city streets

but sometimes
baby sometimes
I dream of you


soundmime

perfectly still

listening to Bright Eyes - A Perfect Sonnet

Summerland is a town in stasis. Nothing happens really. On the weekend we had Action Fest and everybody got out of their houses and watched the parade and went to the beer garden and danced through the night at the Summerland dance. And in the morning everyone awoke and went to work and the lady serving coffee missed our order because she had been at the dance, but on the tommorow of yesterday, nothing's changed. Everything has returned to normal like a rubber band or a boomerang.

listening to Bob Dylan - Tangled up in Blue

Sometimes it gets to me, I like to do things. I like to do things that stay, things that make a concrete change in the world I live in. In mmorpg's, programmers try to give gamers the illusion of the power to change things, you're slotted into instanced events where you can defeat a boss or a battalion of enemies, but the fact of the matter is that game companies simply can't afford to let gamers make concrete changes in a game world with other players. Things happen, like the parade, but when all is said and done it won't affect anybody else. Life shouldn't be like a game. We can change concrete things in our world.

listening to The Pixies - Where is my Mind

Sometimes it feels like we`re set in stone, we do the same things every week, we say the same things when the same things happen, and we do the same thing every time when we get tired of it... we go on a bloody vacation. I don`t want to go on a vacation. Before I went to the Timothy encounter I was apprehensive because with all these conferences and events we get all fired up and ready to go when we leave, but when we get home nothing has changed. We`re the same person as when we went, we haven`t changed, we just wasted our time and our money and we go back for another helping next year and to a dozen different conferences in between. It`s a bit like taking drugs, we take our supplements to keep our bodies healthy, but when we don`t get stronger we just take more and our body learns to depend on them until we can`t stand up on our own. And we will... We will continue to take our drugs, we will continue going to our conferences, we will continue playing our games, until we`re just shells, or until we come to a realization that we need to get off our pills.

listening to Marcy Playground - Sex and Candy

When we came back from Timothy something was different. Mark had been blown away by the Holy Spirit and when he came back it carried into his life and it was powerful, Aaron and Sam were also given direction and the teaching from Timothy and the refilling of the Holy Spirit had a huge impact on their lives when they came back. I was also blown away, and when I came back there were things that changed, big things, but there are things that stayed the same. It reminds me of being in New York and walking to the middle of Times Square and turning around and feeling like the world was rushing all around me and I was perfectly still, a blur of motion all around me. I feel like I`ve stopped moving in one direction, but I`ve stopped moving and I need to start moving again, I need to start moving in the right direction. Oftentimes we can be doing nothing wrong and be doing nothing. I want to do something. I want to change something, burn something, build something.

fool sitting here typing

Ode to a Friend

There are places I cannot visit anymore
Without you
There are places I can only visit alone
An empty hole beside me
There are thoughts I find it hard to resurrect
There are things I cannot do

There's a place in the city we frequented
Sandstone blocks and pizza dirt
Burned brick building and the arena of words
A music house always changing
It's form in flux with all contained
It's hard for me to go there
Without you

There's an album I can't buy
Maybe for the best
It was your favorite once upon a time
Adorned with Rosa or Delilah I can't tell
But you were convinced of Rosa for a reason
I will never find out why
Without you

Without you
There's something missing
The sidewalk's harder
The city sounds are dissonant
There's blood in the alley
There's cursing on the beggars tongue
Without you
I can't be here anymore

Pipe Smoking Professor