http://nathanielclark.org Mopping the floors of consciousness Tue, 24 Apr 2012 00:04:17 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 http://nathanielclark.org/2009/08/1223-am/ http://nathanielclark.org/2009/08/1223-am/#comments Sun, 09 Aug 2009 07:42:22 +0000 nathaniel http://nathanielclark.org/?p=11 It is late, it is early, it is difficult to decide. I am hungry, I am wasted, I am aching, I am wired. It is dawn somewhere in the world, right now, this moment. I have a pulsing vein in my temple, I have a an excess of ions in my blood, I have burdock in my eyes, I have two iron legs. I have found that chasing demons tends to bring the Devil himself out. The baby starts to wake up, and when he does– well, then it’s his world. The churning of the dishwasher merges with the soft plush implosions echoing from the speakers, making a sort of liquid insect symphony. That reminds me that the soundtrack of life is rarely a melodic one — rather, it is commingled texture; commerce with the ghosts; ethereal entanglements– invisible, tactile, & somehow– in the end– internal. I am riding a wave of chocolate consciousness, a hazy subtle orgasm of endorphins and a constant push towards unblinkingness. I know it won’t last. There is a place in your head that gives all thoughts extraordinary depth. There are only 2 ways of looking at your material possessions, and one of them is exhausting. In the end. 10 minutes have passed. Good Night.

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