somber hours spent hiding away, but now I drift... content.

I think I found my menagerie. I hope that everyone finds their menagerie.

Perhaps Tempe, AZ is full of shapeshifters. There are always random piles of clothes in the streets and alleys. I'm going to start a photographic collection of this.

Merry Christmas

me - "You are one beautiful man"

him - "You are one beautiful woman"

cat - meow, meeow, meeeow, meeeooow......

Night Walkin'

...sketchy silhouettes in the dark streets.

After adoring him from afar all these months...I walked over, sat closely and placed my arm over his chest and around his waste . The timing finally felt right, my passion no longer suppressed...the words flowed.

And he liked it.

I experienced love at first sight with a small antique foldout couch. My only concern is that it won't be as easy to skip town while owning a couch. I prefer all my belongings to be able to fit in my car at any given moment...

Currently I stand on the Arizona/Nevada border. Literally, yes.

The spirit, life force, etc. leaves the body...or perhaps returns to the source...or is recycled... And just a body is left here...motionless, empty. So incomprehensible.

Witnessed another fireball while off on an evening stroll with Max. I'm so fascinated.

...went to Papago Park (Phoenix, AZ) to sit in the hole and watch the sunset with a comrade. The air was perfect, not too hot and not too cool with a light breeze. At around 8:45 we're chatting away in the darkness when a huge ball of brightness shoots across the sky. My first thought was, wow, that's a huge falling star...but uhh why was it horizontal and how did it last a good 10 seconds before disintegrating. Comrade says "That was no star." I'd never seen anything like it before. I'm glad we were there to witness the fireball.

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Instead of soothing one another's issues, we fuel each other's. ...And I won't survive this way.

No food and dwindling resources. I'm starving. Time to go nibble around the bulk and produce sections.

At about 2 am after a fun night of drinking and live music, I decided to lie down and gaze at the sky. Well that gaze sesh turned into totally passing out and I awoke in the grass at 4am two feet from the edge of the road with my bike thrown to the right of me. This had the potential to end badly.

I've been no stranger to misanthrope from time to time...but right now I've never been more in love with humans.

The helicopters are in the sky circling, shining spotlights in our yard and the neighbor's. Someone's runnin' from the law again. This wild west desert mountain livin'...

Night terrors and fucking daymares

We take the energy from our suffering and channel it into something creative, such as a song or photograph, and in return it soothes other's suffering. This is beautiful.

Dust Storm of 2011

I live on the edge of South Mountain near the Phoenix/Laveen border. The view is silently beautiful. I can see downtown Phoenix and the hustle and bustle of it's streets, but hear nothing. Serene. The nights are pitch black and in the mornings lone coyotes roam the saguaro forest and rabbits hop. On this day I returned home from work to relax and work on an article before going out for a drink. I'm typing on my laptop when I hear unusually strong winds so I walk out into the daylight to take a look. I see a massive dark cloud approaching...my camera did not do justice in capturing it's volume. To create an idea of my dwelling, my section of the adobe is unattached to the rest of the home so I've sometimes felt like a sitting duck in there. In less than ten minutes after returning inside, the windows began vibrating and my double doors pulsate. I look through the blinds and see rain smacking the window while noticing that a deep darkness has now descended. As I run to the other window to to peak I hear objects being thrown around possibly hitting the entry gate, cars, or the house. At this point I have no idea what's going on and none of my 3 roommates are home. It's just myself, Max the Shih Tzu and my roomy's pup. I pear through the blinds again and see a mattress on top of my roommates van. By this time the vibrating and pulsating of the windows and doors has become much stronger. I'm really beginning to freak out. I'm thinking "Has mother nature has gone wild? Am I in the middle of a tornado in the desert?" Survival mode sets in. I quickly ponder if I can make it to the basement with the pups but I worry because the basement is at the far right of the house and I don't even know if it's unlocked. So I decide to stay in. I began making calls to friends for possible information but no one answers. The internet isn't working either. Thoughts of dying in a tornado in the desert start to infiltrate my mind. Then, suddenly after running around for twenty minutes in panic mode all was calm...and people began to call me back. I find out that I was in the middle of a massive wall of dust. It was the dust storm that made history. It reached me on the mountain before it hit many of them since they were in Tempe. This was the worst dust storm in the area for some time. Friends tell me they were stuck in bars, random people's houses, and stores. The Tempe/Phoenix area is full of pedestrians, cyclists, skateboarders, and such so people are always in the streets. Those that found no shelter when the dust wall swept through became known as the mud people. They were completely covered in it. Pools and cars with windows left open were filled with thick mud. I survived. It was very exciting to talk about after it was over.      

...steering my way through this world of actors and actresses.

I was about to be movin' on along but my car broke down.

DMT

Unexpectedly, I witnessed the extraction of the venom from the B. Alvarius, the Psychedelic Toad of the Sonoran Desert. The frogs were huge. It was done by squeezing their glands and collecting the fluid. They were then set free. Still I had mixed emotions.

I've seen beneath your disguise, no longer do I look upon you with the same view.

in a fest of madness

I remember you blasted it so loud on top of the mountain. I busted out of the bathroom stall and ran hard, straight into your arms. It was a happiest day. ...Now I can't hear our song. I once loved it so much I drove people nuts.

I'd rather be materially poor and happy with the one I've yet to find than superficially rich and miserable with either of you.

Today I moved to the outskirts of Phoenix...about 25 minutes away. The home is much deeper into the Sonoran desert and sits in front of South mountain with a spoil-me view of the valley. I wake up to a saguaro forest and the mountain in my face... with coyotes and various wildlife wandering about.

Cinespia...

Viewed a screening of the Liz Taylor movie... "Cat On a Hot Tin Roof" in the Hollywood Forever Cemetery. My comrade and I brought wine and snacks and placed a blanket down to enjoy the film picnic style with the other on-lookers... Surrounded by graves of course. Before leaving I frolicked about and around a beautiful antique hearse. This is my kind of outing.

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Hollywood, CA

heavy

needing to purge my entire being...mind, body, environment...everything.

driving along some Arizona highway...

...getting my dose of dust 

Grand Canyon

I've laughed so long and hard while reading some of the stories in the book "Over the Edge: Death in the Grand Canyon" ...to the point that while at the Grand Canyon I sat down when very close to an edge with no railing. ...Not because I'm afraid of the height, but because I refuse to karmicly plummet and end up in the revised edition. 

enjoying...

a hot damn dusty day in the Sonoran desert...

Venice Beach...

There's a man, among the many, that drifts around Venice Beach...

His name is Ernie. He told my comrade Eric and I to email him at: ErnestWilliamsVeniceBeach@I'm-A-Bitch-Ass-Mutha-Fucka.com.

Adventures of a Bandit & a Crow

... you're just too sweet for a rusted old nail like me, you are the sweetest honey from the most beautiful willow tree, there aint' no sense in hanging around an old dusty ship like me ... but love you from a far ... that for me will always be, there's none finer a woman than Ms. Belanger D -Crow

...but old ships I do adore...the most weathered and worn...battle scars adorned. I sense him, I hear that blackchildred...his flute...from the desert to the sea, that pirate...my mountain gypsee. Near or far love you hard and strong...california arizona new mexico highways long... Just 2 old souls... From the opposite seas...Forever connected...forever free -Bandit


Odes to one another

In the hot dusty desert of southern California...surrounded by nothing but land...gazing upon a wondrous view of massive mountain peaks with snow atop. This scene is a gift...

made it to the Mojave...

Desert Center, CA... population around 150. 

This hot dusty desert...it's magic.

despair...

front porching...

eatin' Arizona oranges from the tree on this fine Sunday afternoon...

Venice Beach

the sea...

the sea and the mountains... 

a sunset over sea...

that beautiful mountain line running alongside the ocean...

the sound waves...
the trash...

engulfed...in the San Gabriel Mountains

Elevation 6000 in California's Angeles National Forest with my soulmate... Garry BlackChild aka Crow Captain. I feel like I could die with him and it would be ok...like...we could swing off this mountain while turning a curve and...

California bound. 

desultory...broke...down and out... here we go

I'm already lost, might as well get loster.

I must continue to climb out not deeper in. As soon as I see a hint of light his hand covers my face and ever so gently, lovingly...he pushes be back down ten feet.

[FULL MOON]

...and menacing jackals plentiful.

It's a natural high to drift on leaving that bruise behind... ...my heart is open and free.

You didn't even bother to lay me to rest gently, instead you stabbed me and tossed me in the street. I dwindled in agony on cold pavement...but still waited for your hand. Time passed...you came...stitched me up and kissed my bruises only to set sail hours later, abandoning me on your deserted island in which only you have the map.

Nothing is ever set in stone, instead stones roll.

I feel like I've been shot with arrows from 5 different directions and now I must piece my heart back together. I'm very thankful for my existence and all my limbs.. but lately life has been a series of falling dominoes. I'm feeling desperate for a dose of hope......looking forward to the tarot. Also I am in need of self-reconstruction...I'm going to pierce something, chop my hair off, get a tattoo of a trumpet, and try to eat food again.

to comprehend...accept...death.

Death comprehension.

"you'rE a brown RED CLAY redneck cuban mexican cherokee

kissy faced country hippie bumpkin pumpkin pie tree huggin
alligator belly rubber. Which translates into a BEAUTIFUL
BEAUTIFUL HUMAN." - Mountain Wolf WindBlade, friend

Twice thus far...there it sits...to the left, in the corner...taunting me...torturing me. I should attempt to ease this mental mutilation by violently throwing it out of here. I really want to hate it but I enjoy the twisted nature of the thing.

Good. ...Now I can listen to my depressing music and once again enjoy it. Lately I was engulfed in an abundance of happiness which sparked the realization that my music collection consists of mostly depressing rifts of various genres. Therefore, I found myself on a search for brighter music. ...But whatever...I like my downer music. Carry on...move forth I shall.

I could cuss but I'll just sigh...

I hope you choose the way of the warrior and not the coward.

I am very inspired when naked, I write and the words just flow and flow.

I've been enchanted by many dead bluesmen, folksmen...it’s nice to actually fall for one that breathes.

...and suddenly following my heart and actually smiling from within has made me the bad guy...all over a silly piece of paper.