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"The demons strive against people who live in the world mainly through their external deeds, but in the case of monastics, mainly through their thoughts; for life in the desert cuts off many deeds. But just as it is easier to commit sin in thought than in deed, so also is the warfare conducted on the field of the thoughts more severe and difficult than the warfare over things and deeds. The mind, you see, is very easily moved and difficult to control when sinful fantasies approach it. Consider this. We were never commanded (in scripture) to pass the night in vigils or to fast severely; yet we were commanded to 'pray without ceasing.'"

Jupiter Surf

--EXCERPT

(One week latter. The kitchen is a mess EZEKIEL is sitting in a corner in a litter of bottles and chip bags. He sifts around a bit. There is a knock at the door.)

EZEKIEL
Move on.

(GRIZ opens the door)

GRIZ
God! Ezekiel, you in here?

EZEKIEL
No.

GRIZ
Are you okay?

(EZEKIEL just stairs blankly)

Man, your pulse is a little shaky. We should get you to a hospital.

EZEKIEL
I'manabesick.

GRIZ
You already are. Come on.

EZEKIEL
Why are you here?

GRIZ
It's okay. I came for Ingrid's laptop. We called but you didn't pick up.

EZEKIEL
Ha! Tell her he's gone. She doesn't need to worry.

GRIZ
Okay?

EZEKIEL
(making an effort) I shot him myself.

GRIZ
Right, look I'm going to talk to some people I know okay.

EZEKIEL
Whatever. When is she coming back?

GRIZ
I don't know.

--Lights down. Lights up GRIZ is gone. EZEKIEL is siting on the floor. A distent door bell rings all is still then a knock at the outside door.--

EZEKIEL
No walk ins, appointments only.

SHANE
(Knocking louder)Hey man! I ain't the Feds, open the door.

EZEKIEL
(mocking) Open the door. (mutters to himself as he gets up and opens the door revealing SHANE)Who are you?

SHANE
Um, see, my name is Shane and a friend of mine said I could maybe crash here?

EZEKIEL
What?

SHANE
Man, just like three days.

EZEKIEL
No.

SHANE
Come on dude, I don't like the street out here. Too dark.

EZEKIEL
What are you doing out here?

SHANE
I'm on my way to Frisco. Hitching. It's kind of indirect, no? Well don't worry. I won't eat your food 'k? 'Cause I got stuff right? I just want to borrow your couch. No problem. Or you know I could, like, cook or something sort of earn my keep you know?

EZEKIEL
Three days you said?

SHANE
Yeah, tops. I can bug out tomorrow and try the neighborhood if you hate me in the morning.

EZEKIEL
Okay.

SHANE
Thanks dude. Woah! When was the party, man?

EZEKIEL
Uh, no party. Just been lazy.

SHANE
Oh, cool. So, where's the couch?

EZEKIEL
Through there.

SHANE
Cool. Thanks.
(Comes back without his backpack watches EZEKIEL a moment before saying,) You got a cold house.

EZEKIEL
Built before central.

SHANE
No, man, like neglected. Tell me, did some one die recently? I don't like ghosts.

EZEKIEL
I don't think so. I shot my horse.

SHANE
That sucks.

EZEKIEL
Yeah.

SHANE
So, when do you eat dinner?

EZEKIEL
I don't know. Whenever.

SHANE
(Finding mostly empty cabinets) Do you have anything to eat around here?
--

About Three Years Ago

I was rushed by a dog today a German Shepherd of some sort very aggressive freaked me out luckily there was a guy working in a yard next to me with a pick ax. Still it was touch and go there for a bit. Me thinking,"don't make eye contact, don't move." Every time I moved the dog would freak out. So, I'm standing there thinking, "You can't touch me. I'm in my God bubble. Go away." All this time the guy with the pick ax is watching the dog and getting ready to kill it for me. Lord! I was glad when the thing calmed down and I could get away. I hate dogs.

Sunday Shorts

1. Winter is leaving the dark days are drawing to there respet of course.

2. "It looks like you're stabbing a cat while tickling it."

3. I'm afraid somethings terribly wrong with me. I thought about blood. I think I'm bleeding internally.

4. The Beast That Breathed Fire

5. Tell me what is true. I'm so waked out I'm liable to believe anything.

6. Tipping Muck

7. And why, God, should I not think of thee?

Trains

• Roller coasters are trains.
• Why not combine one with a commuter train?
• could be the coolest way to get from San Fransisco to Los Angeles
  • you could charge extra

Coming into Fresno prep for the free fall! "The conductor has turned on the restraint light. Please, buckle up or die!"

The Grapevine could be EPIC!

Just saying.

How to See What You Think of

(repeat the following until it means something)

Wot that wandering eye through frozen tundra dance
and second to the twilight's grace tripped the blades of grass
sharp as saucers slick as plates classy as cut glass
that wondering eye through tundra take the frozen dance.

slash slash grizzle pan butter on the ham.

This Dream is not a Nightmare

She had to go on for someone. As usual she felt no fear. She made up a lot of it. She didn't make any of her quick changes because she had a different actresses track "hardwired into her body" and the back stage was so baddly designed that she had to run through a restaurant to switch sides. Also, there was a class of preschool kids backstage who were very orderly but shouldn't've been there. She did remember streaking the restaurant at one point and that the kids back stage loved her and applauded. "May be their teacher told them to?" she thought. The strangest thing of all, there was no audience. Just peach and green curtains and folding chairs.

Two Linner

Lord, you are brutal to tech me forbearance like this. My tongue is bloody I've bitten it so much.

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For the third time I don't know
I don't know just don't know
You know?

Lord, what is this?
Why the weirdness again?
See, I had hoped it wouldn't impede me
Oh but how impeded I am today

one liner

Death thought of Kansas and chuckled.

Poem

The thought came to me on the stairs
It stayed there I moved on

Oh how lovely it
would be to hang out
under trees
and go questing or something
all fighting dragons
and drinking from flagons
drunk hallucinations
under trees
Christmas trees
some one remind me...

Meditation on a Hot Night

I'm seeing phantom people again. They hover just flashing on my impressionable conscious to the up of grind stone stride down turned gaze, dark with pale pinched faces garbed in voluminous night. Quick sear and gone. If I weren't a poet I wouldn't care. But I am and have passed to the absurdity of describing figments, arrangements, presented by my electro-impulses to my weary conscious.

The gap between function and experience is insurmountable. Sometimes I feel that my body is no more myself than the rubber duck I do not own. They will float happily together disregarding their relation to myself as I ponder their existence and my relation to them. I could do that for hours but at some point the body wants out of the bath.

Most amusingly are the arguments that occur between myself and inanimate objects. How is it they seem to me to have personality? Cantankerous machines reflecting their impassionate creators. The product speaks for the producer. My yarn is slipping out again. This hat is very strange and loud. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. So, I'll give it to my mother. She will welcome all my mutant children as things of wounder.

You know it's funny we have three toilets and everyone gets cranky when one is plugged. We are spoiled. Living in the lap of luxury. In fact, it could be argued that three toilets is excessive. Actually, two is luxury, three is decadent and four is unnecessary. Yet I like my privet toilet. I was perturbed to break into the inner sanctum of other house hold members. Often I find myself most disturbed when someone uses my usual bathroom. I wonder at this emotion. It could be that I worry that things will be abused. Often people use my face cleanser as hand soap.

Now I confess that my battle against clutter is not going so well. This may be why things get misused.

It's summer sticky don't want to do much when one is sticky one sticks and that is uncomfortable. On the other hand sitting on ones ass all day is just as bad. I'm totally unmotivated. I only want to lay in front of the fan. Mmmm....yeah.

Death Remembered

Death remembered the days when people were introduced to him at an earlier age. Things were orderly and earned then. Daughters had nursed parents and siblings on to the Afterward. Now the same daughter would be absorbed into her greasy overfed face or taxing career. He was getting more neglected cases and that bothered him. He was almost glade for the miscarriages from such women.

Death is not a spectator like the cartoonist would have you think. He does actually care about how a person dies. And he doesn't carry around a scythe that would be too obvious. Occasionally he will wear a hoodie but that's as close as he gets to the hooded robe. He's rather charismatic. People always react to him.