Monday, September 13, 2010

Someone post something.

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  1. I woke up this morning in the jungle, in an end of the road outpost, far up on the north shore. here, the sounds of the night do not cease for the daylight, and apparently, nor do I, as like clockwork, awake at 6:30am. our shelter is ramshackle and comfortable with walls constructed primarily of open air, the ceiling corrugated fiberglass and plywood. as the sun rises and falls directly onto the patio separated from the house by nothing, natural light is in no short abundance among the tropic landscape below, above and all around us. down through the ravine there is a stream someplace close, sugar ants and geckos on the walls and a cat unable to put its tongue back in its mouth. it's an ugly bastard, but the testimony of those who know, speak only of its killing talents.

    outside being inside and out, the smell of this place of one of sweet decay and rebirth. I contemplate this as I drink some thickly decadent concoction of various exotic fruits and juices which I can not name as their distinction was lost in the blender, but know that if you need an oversized avocado for breakfast, just wait for the thud on the roof.

    someday when I am old I will end up here or someplace like it. it suits me well when the chaos fades just long enough for me to ripen and rot and seep into the jungle floor, but I don't think I am ready quite yet. in the meantime, I am going to load the bong and perhaps go for a hike through a rainbow.

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  2. I haven't been this jealous in a while- enjoy your hike Mr.Murphy. We missed you when you blew through Seattle or maybe that was just me.

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  3. I also missed him. Though I did receive a fantastic voice mail for my troubles.

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