I really needed this; I've been gone just about a year. Hit the reset button. Trying to collect my thoughts and get it down before I return to Wyo.
The rain reminds me of my house in Madagascar. The sound on the roof is essentially the same.
I found a fresh sheet of stamps.
“Save the Vanishing Species...” there's a tiger on the picture. I love having lots of new stamps around.
I love sending cards in the mail.
There is lots of mud.
and toads ....
I had a dream last night of a killer whale. The whale was out in the open. Free. Kind of. I also had a dream nights ago of playing pool and saying I was going to play one last game and then leave. “After this song,” I said. Or, “at the end of this song.” I said. Prince’s When Doves Cry was on the radio. Nobody was there to play pool with me. Then you showed up.
Motrin poisoning of veterans.
Kidney failure and dialysis.
The first person I played pool with at the BUCKHORN was Shadow.
Sometimes I see him around.
Home, I’m honey.
Elon Musk is an idiot.
They discovered the fountain of youth. It’s quite simple, really. Take a spaceship into outer space and spend a couple of weeks up there. Your age stays the same while everyone else ages day after day as the earth rotates below.
From up there, the world is flat.
The gravity thing seems to be an issue. I also heard somewhere when returning to orbit the gravity hits: an old familiar feeling missed in space. The problem is sometime people get stuck up there. All you can do is watch the world burn below hoping they get that shit straightened out so you can return.
Stranded in space is only one of many ways to go out.
Like, what's the point of eternal youth if you can't get back to Rodeo Drive?
Post Script, S.V.P. :
I also heard a message they chopped down the trees in Madagascar. The wood inside glows in the dark.
Phosphorescent purple like the warm beach waves and the sand at night.
They have released the giant.
Black | White.
I have seen Armageddon. And it doesn’t look good.