Archive for the ‘Gurus’ Category
Monday, May 5th, 2008
At the commune we used to walk around naked a lot— who needs clothes when it's 98 degrees and humid and you don't have Baptist hangups?
We'd smoke joints and work in the garden and laugh at the expressions on the faces of the rednecks who were driving around in the ...
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Thursday, May 1st, 2008
Tomorrow I'll drink the joy juice.
That'll shake things up, inside and outside this skull.
Everything old will be new again, and I'll be myself for a change.
Don't worry, it's no worse than Iggy Pop.
The real magic is inside us, anyway.
Some of us just need a good kick in the ass every ...
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Friday, January 4th, 2008
My birth was the first disaster.
It was as if a meteor had crashed the party and defied some ancient taboo.
The way people acted you'd think I planned it that way.
No wonder I grew up believing I came from another planet.
School made me a skeptic (unintentionally, I'm sure), although I believed ...
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Saturday, December 29th, 2007
The sunsets were always spectacular at the marina.
The boat was oriented westward, so we could sit at the captain's table in the salon, drink our wine, and trip out on the sky.
It was better than the planetarium.
If the world ended that day at least we'd have a view.
We'd sit there ...
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Saturday, November 17th, 2007
"By the look on your face, I think you might be insane," weren't the words I expected to hear from the bartender, but I took it as a compliment.
I never set out to be a holy man, it just happened that way.
All I did was take the path of least ...
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Wednesday, November 7th, 2007
I don't pay much attention to beatnik Buddhas, they give me gas.
They're always so serious, and drizzle their words like they're flakes of gold.
I have a low tolerance for humorless pomposity.
That's what I like about Loren Feldman-- he goes around popping bubbles with a well-aimed prick-- even if he is ...
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Tuesday, October 30th, 2007
The Dirty Hippie had surely tried his hand at the satanic arts.
Not that I believe in Satan, but it's a way to describe his behavior.
I think he was pissed that I shared the peyote with John instead of him.
That must be why he twisted his hair into two very nice ...
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