a kid of the eighties i

was there when the first computers 

came home. color graphics

with sound effects. joystick some

second dimension golden cheese wheel

floating through a maze swallowing 



reading #74

a tease

stigmata. a tease

“There’s no time to brood and worry, what a waste worry would be, like playing your xbox until you’re utterly xuded and eyes tend to bleed, walk outside and get mobbed by the faithful seeking miracles and stigmata. I believe in Kell, and she believes in me, or at least I wanna believe she believes in me cuz I believe in her. We lost our connection, so what? Lines get cut every day. May we be among the faithful, abiding miracles.”   —  from Ame and The Tangy Energetic (Book #3)

cover book #2 by katya

Stepping out of Tron

I lost my world in a mirror. The mirror tricked me. I thought I was 3D.

I was 3D, until my mirror tricked me. Now I’m two dimensions. Eye candy. Background noise.

Someone taught me how to be one-mindful. Now I am single-purposed. One-dimensional. My blade just lost an edge.

They figured out a way to grind me up so fine, into a pointilistic portrait. My EP is an LP. I’m seen in single vision. I got a one track mind.

As i got stirred into the kettle hot water, with powdered cream and splenda, I guess I missed the point.

Still would I find my way through them, though the passage was not easy. Pontificating in the joint.

I reconfigured myself then, like stepping out of Tron. Back into the world of phenomena.

Now I am
(something like)
a phenomenon.