Numb from the neck up.

What is today? Lost,

Cramming lights in my caboose

Re built my caboose to have lights inside and blinking led's on top.

Brian lost in space

Why now.?

Dont know

Hello I must be going

Saturday Mornings

The world still sleeps and I am hear listening to the wind of the night on the desert. The shifting sands sweep my thoughts away like glistening metal. Half buried in the earth forgotten memories push to the surface. The weight of life exists not here. It races in the wind to scourge the world and make it shine in the morning quiet.

Chaos feeds the mind and reason traps it in a killing jar. The only order is the circadian law and even that we fight. The pineal urges pulse under the plates of bone. The spinoid pleasure of randomness exists but a few inches away. To bridge the gap from hateful peanut in my mind to the butterfly of infinite freedom. So far the gap fits universe of culture ,dogma, and plodding existance.
Drag your feet in the dust of useless brain pan.

LGG

Sunday in late June

Hello again world,

Quiet time in the morning and trying to keep the focus of the day. Where to go from here. Daily trappings and fumbling thoughts roll around. The rest of last night's sleep is quickly being replaced by the days heat. The so called monsoons are nothing and the sun bakes us like eggs on the sidewalk. The brief rain of the previous days were awesome and inspiring. The heat drives us underground like vermin. This box offers no reprieve.