Akoyeh Sleep Backwards Your Ships Are Okay

So when I desperately need sleep I call on Sans Soleil and dream at 24 frames per second. I talk chants to my wife, really I just whisper dumb jokes, then come back here and bury those words in the fuzz that is this exploded body: "This here technology is good."

Underground in some major metropolitan area they pass a publishable script around, some words I wrote once, spells I cast over investment bankers retiring well before their children are even born. I said: "That is how it should be done, give yourself decades to drift."

I talked to my neighbor the slave laborer asked him to savor all 31 flavors he said maybe later.

This is a time for poems made of sawdust. Cover your eardrums and audience.

Even with no one listening: some spells, some simple curses, and a machine that makes it all manageable.

And remember: as you learn to read all ways always, aseachindividualletterexistsasitselfandsomuchmore,
as abstractions on top of abstractions lead us further into the meadowphor...
just take what you need.

Sleep to the classics.

Evidence

So much is so small now.

Minor:

I recorded the Obama Victory speech over an old VHS copy of Dr. Strangelove.

I wrapped my sister's birthday present in Saran Wrap.

A woman is a woman and masculin feminin by Godard as viewed by me in the year 2008.

Who judges the battle between taste and tackiness?

I went to see Twilight and kind of liked it. The closing credits ran over Radiohead's 15 steps (which was completely out of place yet always good to hear on a loud sound system in a dark room).

I called this post evidence because of what Mysterious Student Z said about my recent ziplocked photos.

I started to write this in order to clarify those thoughts.

Although I never clarify anything through this blog. I just add more to that which demands clarification.

Like why I liked Twilight.

I think it has to do with the vampires being made out of sparkles.

Or the fact that I'm hardly older than my son and can still enjoy a movie aimed at thirteen year olds (even after all my critical theory in the visual arts).

By the way, what's the point of videotaping anything anymore?

And who am I talking to?

Please remain invisible.

ZONAR SONAR (ME IN MY WOW GLASSES HARD AT WORK EMBODIED IN BLOGGING THE ZEN INTERNET)

• • • ZONAR ∞ ZONAR ∞ ZONAR ∞ ZONAR • • •

Draw a Z, then come up on the right side and draw the infinity symbol 3 times.

Zonar is a good symbol to use at the beginning of a treatment as it prepares the client to receive deep healing. It also reduces or eliminates the pain associated with emotional healing by creating a kind of spiritual anesthetic effect.

I Reminisce about Fantasyland

Around the turn of the century, during a time span of several years, I lived in Fantasyland. I worked at a cinema there, first as a ticket-taker and later as a projectionist. The pay was shit, but the work was negligible, and hey, I had made it to Fantasyland.

My hobby back then was writing rap songs and hanging at the park with my boys. I mean, literally, my boys: two young sons. While I filled notebooks with dope lyrics, I never fully launched my hip-hop career. I began taking photos instead.

The cool thing about Fantasyland is that it is always everything you want it to be. I became a photojournalist working for the local underground paper shooting the thriving experimental music scene. I was my own boss and everything I shot was awesome.

And that's just one memory from Fantasyland.