Sidereal Lilacs

Spokane is the Lilac City. The Dead Land.

Just wrapped up the first podcast. Someday it'll be up for public consumption, but in the meantime, you can solicit a copy via my email-binarymoses@gmail.com. We'd welcome the feedback.

Smoke Mirror

I am fucking sleeping in tomorrow. I'm worn thin, like a sheet, or a screen.

Honkies in the Sky

There are times when I feel, as I said to the pale woman last night, as though I have a good handle on the nature of the rest of you. As though you're, if not transparent, at least translucent enough to penetrate. I've gotten good (I think) at interpreting the nature and the motivations (two things one and the same, for are we all not just the product of our motivations) of the people around me. But then something comes along and throws me for a loop, reminds me what enigmas you all are.

Stop it.

But still, there's worse things. And god knows I make very little sense to the rest of you-I know that...in that spirit,

1. You may just have to do a little research, Norn, or bring yourself to look me in the eye and ask.

2. Whomever left the damn Rodman dolls at my house, announce your anonymous self, as the mystery of it's driving me crazy. Also, having two of them seems to provoke me into positioning them in the most gruesome way possible-it's oddly natural, perhaps even reptilian.

3. Should I be in some way, analogous to Terminus Est, Señor Camino, then please enlighten me as to the nature of Baldander's mace. For this intelligence, I will be ever so grateful.

Wrapping up the Present

No more Nornery. Some things are such a shame.

Feel good, feel ready. Years should start in Spring-they used to. What reasonable civilization begins its years in the dead of winter? Damnable two-faced gods, Terminus Est. My life is like quicksilver running down the blade of a beautiful sword. Weight shifting and writhing in my grasp. I'm coming around. I'll tie the presidential election in here somehow.

It's all change right now, echoing all over my day. It's good to be out there on the edge. Maybe I'll see it coming.

Unholy

Just, FYI.

Look, Look!

Late Night Visitors

Had one-a good one-last night. I woke up for no reason...or the obvious reason, take your pick. Woke up, and here he was, one of my favorite neighbors. We usually have to cross town to hang out, even though he's only a block away.

So that was good, good. Life's all up in the air, springing light and trees fucking at night. Bad blood at work and angst all over everything. Big news from La Casa del Difícil. It, like anything else, will be as good or as bad as it needs to be. Clear your calendars, empty your colanders...and reset your clocks.

The Chill Hand of Death

One of my favorite people is older. Wish him well.

Resuscitation

Sometimes you just gotta say things out loud. I hope to god you all have someone to talk to, because I don't know what I'd do without.

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Come to think of it, if you're reading this, chances are you've got me. I hope I can measure up.