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28 November 2007 @ 10:12 am
 My friend Carey sculpted a clay bird--

Clay bird--
loving hands

Clay bird
Carey's hands 
28 November 2007 @ 10:01 am
 I was thinking about the picture of the chair on the cover of the book Be Here Now, my mind turned to dark--

            What about 
         being here now
when it's the electric chair?

Our civilization sentences people to the electric chair, now it has also sentenced our planet, lets wake up-- touch, experience, be and release our pain before it's too late, stay the execution, please be courageous!
Current Location: on the chair
15 November 2007 @ 09:16 pm
How can i write it down fast enough
to catch the words before self-censoring
doubt sets in--always at watch
sitting on top tryin'  to keep
catch, cover, dark light, terrifying sight
a night of vision as opening of graves
Oh doom sets in                                oh
a night when we see our ways--->too late
covered beak nostril black a wave, a rave, of tar-colored
love,  from up top above
eeking eye
sick sky