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I Stay, I Go


20th May 2002

8:14am: Well, you know what I did with all that luscious free time?

I slept!!!

Boy, was that nice.....ahhhhh....

What else? I listened to the DUNUNBA'S which are truly the voices of THUNDER.
They are a group of rhythms from Hamana, Guinea, W.Afr. They are played for THE DANCES OF THE STRONG MEN. They are nothing but undiluted raw animal POWER. Driving, primal, so utterly, mind-bendingly complex that most people can not understand how to hear them. You actually must TRAIN yourself to hear this stuff properly. And it is so very well worth it.

My gawd they're such a turn on...

One day I want to have animal sex while playing a Dununba at high volume. I think that would be like some kind of ecstatic suicide. I doubt I could withstand it...

Crap. Now I'm all wound up and off to work.

Current Mood: hot
4:59pm: Quietness
Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You're covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you've died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.

The speechless full moon
comes out now.

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