Wednesday, July 19, 2017

swimming in the most beautiful swimming hole i ever seen.  i eagerly jump in, the water is clear and i can see the ways the water has worn the rocks down in gradients.  A girl i am with is a designer and she is also inspired.  people are calling, yelling that there is a swell up the river.  I swim quickly to this rock island. the middle huge flat iron looking rock at the break of the rivers begins to burst apart from a rush of a swell.  it crumbles to the ground. i decided i safest underwater behind my rock island..which crumbles in the rush, i am dragged in the current, rocks everywhere rushing to the waterfal at the end.  then i swim up.
i survived and no one wants to hear about it.  all my fingers are broken

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

a house on the rocks by the shore. we are down swimming at the beach. red couches line the sand.  at the peak of tide men riding white horses come in with spears.  if we are not out of the water at this moment, we will be taken out to sea. i discover this at the last moment, but v is still on the sand. i run up and inside. i pull her body through the air into the home and we watch from the window.  we can see the belly of the horse leaking clear oil into the water, dripping into the streets of the town.  if they see us through the window, which they do, we are damed.  i try and fly up through the roof, crashing through layers of glass and wood and tar, but i can't escape.  I am back in the kitchen peeling vegetables, hoping the sink doesn't over flow and the pots and pan crash to the floor.

in another dream I am on a trampoline doing tricks with my aunts.  I hear the voice of my grandma, but no one else does.

Monday, July 17, 2017

we are in the mountains looking for orange skies and white hydrangea. it's just right amount of density of peaks. We are leaving, heading to the shore.  You say you can go on and i say we still ahve things back at the hotel room.  We go to the hotel room, you hand me the key - room 283 or 284.  I cross the pool and another pool to get to the room. The door is already open and the cleaners are hanging in the room.  One sitting on the bed playing my guitar.  I gather this and that from around the room.  A jar of peanut butter, a sports bra, baby clothes.  My mom walks in, just as I mentioned her.  I wake up
we try to get together again but it is too hard and we argue.  The bed is too high and i knock you off the edge.  You kick me in the face.  We are away from the bed now and I am deleting files off your computer.  I tie you to me with a clear thread.  I am wrangling you, trying to get you to speak to me.  I tell you I am only using force because you act like a child.  You pull out scissors and I melt the blades.



I am vieled in front of a vanity.  The fabric comes with a rubber mask.  This startles me in the mirror, i take off the blonde wig and the shawl and rip it out.

You've found someone to talk to and she takes your side.  My love and patience is no help. She gives you a drug called Zulu.  Candy is sold from a building to subsidize the rent.

The center of my childhood home is burnt to the ground.

Monday, April 10, 2017

lost my wallet and the woman in the couple who found it was quite paranoid about my intentions with her mate.  i insisted i just wanted my wallet back.  she made it difficult, planting decoys.  it didn't help he hid me under the bed.  places that feed my plants and hold water away.

got the wallet, but wouldn't give my ID -- went to the police and reported false ids and decoys.  tracking device on the original, but she got arrested so she could yell truths at authority and already made 1000 copies.  completely out of anyones control
stratosphere to avoid satillites and surveillance
it always takes so much energy to fly up to this space that is suspentsion, the spaces between places.
i am always trying to pass under the radar of an occupation.  we are dots to move in coordination with the group. focus on the pattern, if you diverge you are removed.

held the earth by it's cold polar ends