Strangeland Eclectic Temple

Welcome to my page, currently only a twinkle in the eye of the Internet, if that. Here are some pictures of me-- etc etc etc.   This page serves no purpose, but neither do I.  Useless things have time to be beautiful.  Function serves nothing but the next moment--- myself, I'll wait til a better moment to continue.

welcome to my friends this house is a home and a home's where I belong where the feelings are warm and the foundation is strong if my soul has a shape it is an ellipse and this slap is a gift because your cheeks have lost their lustre ~~ Pavement

All Hail Discordia!
I am into poetry, playing the bass guitar, semi-controlled alterations in consciousness and general unrestrained weirdness. I am an ordained minister in the Universal Life Church. I worship the gods of coincidence!

motivate consciousness!
If you are reading this it is already too late. You are a part of a grand machine which feeds on the ineffable.
I'm in the middle of replacing my soul with an exact double.

Look, I was once 22.


A strange dream I had a few weeks ago:
I was standing in a pool of water, completely unclothed. Although I am sure they existed, I remember no detail of sky or of horizon-- my focus was unfocused on the site infront of me-- My boyfriend (playing himself) was naked and sitting on top of a small grey elephant. I led the elephant by the trunk deeper and deeper into the pool of water. I dont remember how deep we got before the dream ended.

"drag city"

camel hair and corduroy and you
buttoned up and down
we walk around
these candied dreams
we stick to pavement and polyester
and forget to wish at falling stars
they're just unlucky rocks
him, there--- his platform waist,
it's plain that the game is over
make room for more to come
limited, unlimited, and broke
all fixed up with a tequila slash
and bacardi doom
that queen's such,
such a drag!

 

Links: Follow any path to its illogical conclusion.