PolarLava::Blog

Mushroom Men and the Chemical Dream

Walk on down, on down the street
look Where you're at, what can it be?
Mushroom men strapped into their seats
Tell me where, you have reached

"We have feet like roots of a tree,
from the ground is where we feed."

The Bullet

As we sat, nobody cared
Not even us, the ones that were there
Where have we been, what's out there?
Pleas tell me friend, I feel despair
What's the words to the world we share?

There's a bullet in the air
Going through the flesh I bear
Running deep into my hide
Like something going through my heart…
I cried

1/23/1983

Insanity

The operator informs me
"The number you have reached…"
Doesn't suprise me
Try the other, I get your mother
She informs me

It's nothing important
Coming home soon though
It's OK talk to you then

Talking to you
Can I see you?
Conflicting days, conflicting times
Nice to talk
Maybe next time

Thinking later
It's still there
Like to touch you
If only you were near
Needn't be long, just sincere
What's your feeling?
Am I insane or…

If there's an answer let me know
Captivation has begun to show


1/13/1983

For Christmas my parents were kind enough to buy me the Canon CanoScan® 8600F that I have been lusting after for several months now.  Happy, Happy.

Like most scanners, this thing will scan most anything.  But its forte is scanning film and negatives.  So what does this mean to you?  It means at some point you'll get to gaze upon the glory of my early 90's permed mullet head via my collection of photos from Japan.  But another bonus for you is that I'll be able to scan then late 60's magazine article where Hugh Downs advocates medical exploration of LSD.  All this and more my friend.