Byran, sage of the Jingle Jungle

Bind here wraith
send twelve back-black
temper earth
tempered bite
nine never severed sheik
when when whey
torrent piety dark
snake twelve history
mile twenty fifteen
pile bean-pole silence
erudite plenty westward
the coaxing bleak
twelve white sheik
the image mirrored and too bleak
motor bent, revolving, speak...

...twisted melody
bleeding nodal tensions
steel and honeybees
toady, toasty went
lumped with candybars
bite and camel's hump
hair tied back
ebony and rice
sweltered East Timoor
crumpled west Châlet
telephone
beaker plastic wrench
tension and whimpering people huddled:

No more logic or algorithims than can be dissolved in twenty teardrops
or a bowl of jello
history pause distort
milestone marker
beween gentleman yardstick
mater-hold and wake

•§•

Yeah, I enjoy that.

Really I have a mode of confusion in my general feeling as of late. However, I also have been relieving some of that cloudiness by practicing the Sharpened Eye.

So.... I ran on up Bascom Hill. It was pretty cold and so I smoked a little herbal birch cigarette. Then I went over to a system of bushes that were very black and barren looking. Behind them was the illuminated brownstone North Hall. I just practiced focusing and unfocusing my eyes... slowly moving them around watching the branches flash.

After a while I just wanted to see the brownstone... I slowly pushed through the branches with my eyes and began to pull the light spots through the branches. The entire system of bushes began to spherize forming a sort of tunnel around my vision. It seemed like my periferal vison had been blurred for a moment. So.... that was pretty cool.

I had been feeling pretty crummy, so I decided to lay in some snow covered bushes near the entrance to the law library. The sky was purple and my legs got VERY cold after a while. So I looked up at the sky and why the sparkling flakes of snow fall down from the oak trees above me and fall on my eyes. After a while I realized that some people might walk by and be concerned so I jumped out of the bushes and ran back to chadbourne.

I felt better so I got a chai and talked to some people about things that are unconsequential to the purpose of this narrative.

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