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Well, ALOOOOHAAAAA!

12.11.2012   dustin   stories   No comments

  I got off the plane and charged straight through the fields of dried lava and abandoned plastics. I found tunnels and whispers of ancestors in the cracks and hollows.

I trust that you will

11.11.2012   dustin   stories   No comments

Sunday, darling, sunday. In this moment I am a breath. I am a breath caught in the ocean of breaths. A simple yet profound tide that beats upon the existent

england. mead.

26.08.2012   dustin   stories   No comments

  I can’t care forever. My heart would dry up. I can’t give up on caring. My heart would become calloused, barren, unfit to love anything but my own self

Drink up.

21.08.2012   dustin   stories   No comments

Whirlwind. The self as the vessel of all chaos. The gods as tribal and mystic dancers. Ecstatic and mad. Spiraling in a dervish frenzy upon the soil of man. Dashing

dream planet, domestica

16.08.2012   dustin   stories   No comments

red wheels. black castles. the watchful eyes of spies. turning. constantly turning. shifting from one dimension to the next. their scope is insurmountable and all encompassing. a hospital bed. some

chasing giants.

11.08.2012   dustin   stories   No comments

Hello World. Dark stone reporting. Beaming to y’all from San Francisco…again. Fighting bad guys. Protecting the streets. Giving alms to the poor. Blessed drives. Coastal moments. 3 vans. 13 friends.

She Hears Us. Speak divine.

2.07.2012   dustin   stories   No comments

Ch-ch-changes. Turn and face the strain. Go with the flow. I am just a passing wave. A sea turtle out at sea. Drifting from one micro-cosim of blessing to the

the joyful haunts of San Francisco. part 2.

16.05.2012   dustin   stories   No comments

  there we were. cold in skin yet warm in the sunlight half-hair long and dreaded and explosive uncertain as to what societal standards each strand should cater to yet

From the fish bowl, Airport Aquarium, Scones and Coffee. part 1.

14.05.2012   dustin   stories   No comments

Sitting in the MSP airport. Eating a scone. Lost in the land of $4 candy bars. Weird cafe music is playing over the loud speakers, interspersed with public service announcements.

Captain Waterman and the Fast Crusaders.

12.05.2012   dustin   stories   No comments

Today I woke from a waking dream. Footsteps towards the gateway between this realm and the other. I emerged into a palace of beige and maroons. curtains latticed and saintlike.