May 18, 2001

May 18, 2001 6:28 PM

How about a third one, yes a third one. Gotta make sure the damn time comes up right now. Stupid split operator.

Hello yes hello yes hello yes hello yes hello?

Try this one at home kids, anyone can do it. Even mutilated catholic schoolboys!

are we having FUN yet?

May 18, 2001

May 18, 2001 12: AM

And here comes test 2, round the bend, in the lead … can he make it ?

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Alright, give me my corn muffins!

Hello, my name is inigo montoya … you killed my father…prepare to die.

May 18, 2001

May 18, 2001 12: AM

Well here we go, the first testing of artery.

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God this text is small.

la-la-la-la? No, just blah for now.

wwww!

May 17, 2001

17 MAY 01

this site is under redesign. the next ‘artery’ you read will be on the new one.

i ‘ve been considering today the manifestation of anger and what constitutes real anger over the pose and outer stance of it. the difference between them. within the context of the healing process from this head injury, i sense an openess and lack of anger within myself. there is a careful appreciation of tranqility and beauty . intimacy and light.

here comes summer heat.

May 13, 2001

13 may 01

people = life buoys

i see them floating this way.

i’m not in water.

instead of submerging –

i’ve risen to some other place

from which to view the world.

and ‘life is a flight towards disappearing.’

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May 10, 2001

10/may/01

Your life feels different to you, once you greet death and understand your heart’s position. You wear your life like a garment from the mission bundle-sale ever after — lightly because you realize you never paid for it, cherishing because you know you won’t ever come by such a bargain again. Louise Erdrich

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May 8, 2001

8 may 01

vivid dreams now.

also am practicing breathing and healing techniques of Chinese qigong.

a small slice of life: when i took an *introspective* walk in the park , i passed 3 men who had

just finished a golf game and were loading their clubs and

talking by a car. “i’m not happy” one of the men said to no one in particular.

“you were happy when you got married” another man replied with a

surprised—or maybe knowing smile on his face.

” she was nice ” the first man responded; his face expressionless.

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May 5, 2001

5/5/01

Everyday is an experiment in consciousness. I don’t ‘eat’ – I fuel the machine desiring only a compact fuel source efficient in simply getting the job done. I view myself as the machine observing with acuity. Observing functionality on skeletal levels… And everyone is in a ‘room.’ A corridor is in the direction to a separate space… In this space, I discover what I have become.

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April 28, 2001

28 April 01

Counter hesitation with certainty.

Surrendering, it is necessary to be unmasked to love.

“If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving one be me.” –W.H.Auden

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April 27, 2001

27 April ’02

I awoke today kissed by clarity – and more rested and alive for the first time since my accident/fall.

There is the now familiar sense of a tightness like an elastic band stretching around my head – along with the sensation that my eye sockets are a portal to scintillating labyrinths and secrets barely kept.

The detailed drawings of an artist named King Thackston (especially : The Destruction Of Sleeping Beauty’s Castle), and gentle playfulness, generosity – shared with a dear friend – plus 10 hours of sleep – equal healing significantly encouraged.

One day at a time.

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