Into New York 2009 the Jelly Version

The madman on parade. Driving through the night on a mission, questioning his own dedication.

A Brainstorming Session

I had just arrived in New York chasing the Grouse in May of 2009... Trying to tie it all together. I'm probably better off just writing. But for those who can power through 7 minutes of blathering, this is one step on my way of getting to articulate this deep stuff without the help of substances... calmer and calmer on the way to the Nothing.

Done for.

Lost inside the fools spaceship
Head wrapped round the orange rind
Slope eared
Drowning in phlegm

The sickness licks the eggplants
Caressing the sharp quills
Pulling them softly
Preparing for the operation

The King tortures what he loves the most
Loves it so much he tortures it with no intention but love

Man.

The Man-beast
Inventing himself upside down
The terror-show
With Claws
The Television

Longing for insanity because it makes more sense
To be sane is to be totally lost
So we sit softly after anonymous meetings and talk about wanting to drink
They just look at me

What goes on in these heads?
I can't very well go telling them who I am
Start ranting and raving about how we need to start the revolution
Giving orders
Starting the show
No

Or is it time?
The clock is ticking down

Do we all lack the same balls?
Are we all sitting around waiting for ourselves to look at ourselves and say
"Hey, isn't it about time we saved the world?"

Isn't it about time we woke up
opened our eyes
and admitted that we're all crazy?

We're all gonna die
We're all alive
This isn't really happening

But wait

This is really happening

What are we going to do about it?

Keep our heads stuck firmly in the ground
Comfortably numb
Slump faced and glazy?

Where are you Ubermensch?

I need help
I could really use some encouragement
I could really use some help

My dog is hurt
I'm tired and insane
I don't know how much time is left
My heart is bigger than the universe
It's killing me

The Wrangler on the Way to Louisville, KY...

This was on the way to NYC chasing the Grouse (That's the girl)... we told everyone we knew the story about going there to find her, but we didn't tell her. Then we moved into her neighborhood. Well, it didn't go as planned, as you might imagine. But more on that later. Here is a video of our approach into Louisville, and a short pit stop there... more on that later.

Sitting down and Wasting time

Listening to Robert Hunter "Aim at the heart"
Singing "Here I am,"
I'm right here
Alone in the midst of us all
I'm right here
Waiting
Singing the nothing rainbows
while the sheep dance in the fog breath
Listening to the universal song
We've been singing since the beginning of time
I'm right here
Waiting
Alone in a digital cave
Whispering a silent song of sad dilapidation
To the sky tops
I'm right here
Yet you jabberwalk in the meaninglessness
Busying yourself with slime
Bury me in the rose bush
Fool
I'm already dead
Watch me while you waste my time
Leave me whispering to the rainbows
While the petals droop
and decay
Hunched over and worthless
Wasted away
Another savior washed downstream
While the silver crested star beam
Turns darkness
In the slivers of time