Tree/No Tree

There Is God

During a recent trip to North Carlina, I took an early morning stroll along highway 70 towards Black Mountain. I found these two signs nailed to a telephone pole in front of a mobile home covered in hog wire.

Sky Of The Day (No. 11)

A thought of Daniel Johnston occurred in empty space. In the Dairy Queen parking lot, the daughter of the police chief read the results of her pregnancy test. It was an American Saturday afternoon of stray cats and oily puddles.

Sky Of The Day (No. 10)

When squirrels sit in samadhi, they do it here, under a sky manufactured in mid-century Detroit.

Sky Of The Day (No. 9) - Neocolonialist Sky

A mild sky. His arms are soft and full of lenience. A thousand pages later, he's monetizing the Gold Coast.

Girl Of The Day

Nevermind the sky. Girl turns one year old and declares war on Godzilla, spawn of the atom, who has attacked Tokyo and fled to the lou in miniature form. Girl emerges victorious, releases international pardons for all humans and atomic beasts incarcerated. Makes tap dancing the new national anthem. Eats a slice of cake. Naps.

Bug

I've got a bug of some kind in my philosophical system. Or maybe it's in my theosophy gland. I'm uncertain. My symptoms include: rumors, rhinestones, nightmare cramps, an acrimonious mermaid, and blogging about Sky-man and the bats.