The future lies in high tech, agrarian tribal culture. Layin around naked in a thatch hut. My naked friends Chenola, Holanda and Jilly stop by my hut to babble stories about how hilarious, stressful and insane the 20th and 21st centuries were, listen to my contented ravings, stand on my aching back and read each other books about Norse shamanism and spin records. Pan the goat god showed up at the waterfall today and scared Jilly off her vine. The nymphs were pissed about being jostled awake by a splash and human laughter. Something like that. Find a flow to be rolled with to make a groovier world. Not complaining, and not going to rant against capitalism and hyper-industrialization, cause they’re phases that generations can glean something good from. Some of the products of capitalism are undeniably beautiful: architecture, popular film and fast cars with cheekbones. Seems like life is made to be artificially boxy when truly it’s much more curvy and ephemeral. It seems that science and mysticism are found to co-exist lately. So..how will culture evolve?

The future?

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At the very end of a 12 hour shift tonight, I saw a fox whose fur was like the grey breath of a ghost spirit. A silver fox? It walked (walked? Haha! Does that kind of being walk?) across the rails not thirty feet from where I stood at the entrance to the engine house. We stared at each other, stilled and knowing. The fox moved calmly off into the night. Impeccably itself, aware and free in the wholeness of it’s being. I could almost see the color of eyes like sapphire through grey. Looked like a cat, I almost had to ask. What would Lucy say? Maybe that we want to move into that spirit world with them, those spirit-animals, but that they’re just our teacher for the moment. And that there’s much more to do. Those reverent encounters with animals mean a lot, if allowed to. It seems that wild animals are more calm around me the older I get, as I grow more….?

Fox

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Before moving down to the Detroit area from Northern Michigan almost a year ago, I was working at my polski cousin’s plant nursery temporarily. There was an older native lady who worked there named Lucy. “Watch your back down there,” she advised just before I left on my last day. She wasn’t kidding either. I met some of the most insecure, square, nosey, suspicious males I’ve even met in my life working in New Boston, MI. Had a lot of other hassle going down too. But I came away from there with a new locomotive engineer’s license and a new job that pays 2.5 times what I made in New Boston to start. Life is good. Persisted through to the goal. What me worry? So I wonder what Lucy would say about this move out West. I drove out to Carlsbad and walked around a mountaintop tonight, tripping over cactus, joshua trees and the piles of money that are coming out of my ass that I don’t know what to do with yet. I’m pretty sure I’m happy, glad, thankful and more relaxed than I’ve been in quite a while. Sometimes it’s hard to know why life takes you places. But you’ll know when you’ve won in a sense. When you’re on the path. The two are the same. I think I’ll plant this half-dead potted plant from the nursery next to a pond in this town in New Mexico. Cause..the cycle is complete, or the plant doesn’t want to be in a pot anymore..or something. Cause I’m rad as fuck and because the Eagle has Landed, yeah..

From Houston We Have A Problem to The Eagle Has Landed.

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Realizing that your life is bizarre and that there’s a flow to be rolled with? Priceless. But Yolanda, your perfume lingers in my mind like cool torment. The scent; lady of night, and with a distinct lawlessness which dances with ghosts out here in the high desert. Yolandaaaa!

New Mexico 3

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I’ve been thinking how I could get some film making equipment with the money I’ll be making on this new job. My Detroit area pals; Lebowski and Steve Rourke Sarcaski (Mickey Rourke’s half-bro) would bat around film ideas. I’m pretty sure the movie would be titled “Too Tough Ta Die,” or, “Hard Ta Kill.” Ideas seem to crowd right around these titles. It would be comedy, and packed with action. With a sort of Detroit-Michigan-Polish feel to it. Hamtramck’s Pulp Fiction. Hard Ta Kill would piss off Steven Seagal, because of the similarity to the title of his action movie Hard To Kill. But that is part of the plan, pissing him off. This film needs to be made, it’ll be hotter than paczki. There could be a sequel, set in New Mexico. Cameo appearance by El Chapo. It all seemed like a great idea this morning, maybe it will again.

Are you a New Mexican or a New Mexicant?

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