the strangest snore i've ever heard

Sometimes you get inspired by the strangest of scents. The pollen that comes too early in the season, the season that comes too close to the last lost great season (that stuff’s subjective I know). We’ll have to generalize or open up a whole ‘nother dialogue on the context of that observation won’t we? We agree don’t we…? Weeeeeeeeeeeee! There’ll be all sorts of panel discussions on the undertone of the enlightened jesters finally washing off their face paint… Everything that is is the inspiration for that which is just a hop skip and a jump ahead of your normal everyday threshold of awareness. What you discard in pre-empt before your arrival arrives in the handicapped receptor sinks the whole boat of any degree of buoyancy to a flag salute at stall still at beast… I have lived in an abyss ever since I woke up, and it’s hard to describe/explain/verbalize to myself or to others the strange and fearful colorless knowingness that backdrops all the context of daily ups and downs from the inside out of my well intentioned fool hearted ego-self.Words, as we use them, can only be spoken or used or understood as coming from some singular, particular, individual, traceable points of view that were chosen for seemingly arbitrary reasons from any old place in the infinite field of hypothetical potential locations in the ultimate infinite unified field of the space/time continuum… is a conundrum. What more can I say? You don’t have to tell me twice. That’s for damn sure.
What is this space? What is this center point of reference that’s universal with humans and others and yet totally individual and subjective in relationship to the awakened observer/witness who finds their self swashed in the presence of the Present?... I can't describe it, but I know you know what I mean.

So what's that mean, huh?
Sometimes I think capitalizations are too arbitrary to convey the point. The point is by nature spontaneous. The spontaneous is closest to the source however, so keep it porous.

Monroe

Monroe grew up in Calibama at a time when the world was peaking on both ends of the spectrum. In parts of the world it was a time of tremendous good, and in other parts of the world it was a time of tremendous bad. Nonetheless, it was a time when the world was still very much one world, and Monroe found himself in the midst of a most unique and wild lifetime. He flipped channels and lost heart. Where was the goodness? The goodness was around him during the day. His friends, the woods, the music, it was all so good. But out there, in the “other” world, the world of illusion so artfully manipulated by the media, the goodness was hard to spot…

pinchies and pirates

a little taste of the derka derka's wedding weekend in oxford, MS... congratulations birdies! it was so great to have the bozo's back together again...

"Pinchies!"

It's amazing what you can find out there.

Railroad Earth @ The Fox way up on the Hill in Boulder, Co

Brisa's first "show"

and guess who sat in for the entire second set?

Keller Williams putting on a free show in the snow at Copper Mountain yesterday