Monday, August 10, 2009


Last night I went jogging into the electrical storm. It felt like Ferndale was getting yanked up like a giant weed, like gravity was shorting out. It occurred to me that I could be struck by lightning at any minute but I really wanted to stick around and see what happened.


Should a man be concerned if he spends his dreams walking long distances lost in tall grass under dirty clouds?


In a second dream I and many passengers were on a plane trying to crash land. I was hovering near an escape hatch, trying to pick the best lake to jump in. I seemed to be the only one who wanted to jump for it.


Took another ten doses of this this morning.

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