⨀ut to Where ᶖ Am
All I want is to do is paint wild abstract brush gliding in myriad colors write simple direct eloquent always from my intellect’s heart or heart’s intellect photograph fog looming in mystic trees holy mountains sundry bodies of water splashed wonderful touch touch touch of the earth that I love.


••• Feb 2012

What have you got in that paper bag? Is it a dose of Vitamin C?
The fuck-up like red acid rain. Give it to me, Daki, every day. Who is Mr. Karlheinz Stockhausen? Introduce me. Soundtracks melched together. Listener was in cahoots with Fritz Lieber and read him every day. Generous, valeric, Jehovah’s Witness stands in Cologne Marktplatz. I put away cup of meine fire, okay, I have no time for Western medicine. I’ve never felt better in my life