He was as alive as I am right now

clouds break and the sun comes through silver
and the day is like brand new
in a home among the leaves and reach of trees

how every day a beginning may
how every line of every page

remember to smile as you work!

the future of knowing

Nobody could believe it but everybody could. Posts were made to the social network site daring response. Oh bold postulation! Consternation and head shaking, perhaps some hand wringing over the evening's third and final meal. Brows furrowed, bent over plates. And then it's back online to make one final, highly noteworthy declamation. The day's work done our scholars readied themselves for bed, jacked off as quietly as possible in the bathroom. Never in history has there been a country with more than 300,000,000 geniuses, and this is fact.

A creeping sense at the edge of your dusky impermanence...
Where do you go tonight?
Where do you lay?

Where have you lied?
What must you remember to correct for?

"Cast me in your movie!" you cry.
"Give me name and meaning!"

Every incrementally smaller version of you with less and less reach,
Fumbling hands fumbling, feet that wish they could grab, and that other thing--
Evolution's prehensile fail
Grasping inability.
A group of people laughing about your screenplay This Dusky Impermanence,
Regaling with no shortage of ridicule.
In the dream you're telling all about yourself,
Trying to set a multitude of incorrect facts straight,
And everything feels wrong,
Failing.

You were cold and you kept putting on more and more layers of clothing.
Old coat an ill fit but
It felt briefly like fall where you'd grown up,
And it felt good. Familiar.
But the shift was on and breath short.
A sudden, violent chill came over you.
This then, the barely being.
"I can do this."
"If I started over."
You were looming over you with surprisingly indelicate footstep.
You kept falling. 
You'd an impossible get-up.
Voices in another room talking at increasing volume,
Getting, you think, everything wrong.
Multitudes of wrongness.
"I can do this."
"If I started over?"
Pocket is reached and found.
You fold in and fold in and fold in,
Misshapen holding on, forming again and again and again.
You'll lay here tonight. And you just assume tomorrow.

What did the person say to the void?































"You may now follow me on twitter."



































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Produced circa 2002, this rustic video documents the recording of "Everyone Is On The Moon," a song by Clint Myers and Chris Heinrich. The setting is Justin Stone's Ozark compound, in low light. Song is produced by Zach Passero. Clint, Chris and Zach would go on to form the El Paso-based band Starbag. Later, Clint started the band Youngmond Grand in Austin, Texas. He can still be heard singing songs in the desert. Way out there. Heinrich has appeared on stage with countless bands and has cut a path that can probably be seen from outer space. Zach is still perched over glowing machines making stuff. The Ozark compound is.

I love this video.

I kept looking in all the same places.