Interview Inside Howling Hex's Mind.

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Yet unbound enough to look beyond the priment rose
Spent with six decisions to be seven-legged into creeks
One leg left behind to mourn the journey
Mourn the wading over shelves descending
The eighth please leave unstepped.

Get two birds. Kill one. Dip the live bird in the blood of the dead one. Kill a couple doves and burn them. Crickets, well cooked, are to be matched with Pinot Noir and never Pinot Gris.

To me the word professional begs something or someone a bit more extraordinary: the ability to step inside the client, to share dreams, quirks and idiosyncracies...to become the customer. Left so duly unimpressed, I've ended up very inclined to do the job myself. This was my mindset, until I happened upon YOU. And now it occurs to me...if all could be like YOU, I'd call them all professionals.

-HHX

(Head)Quarters.

-SKFL

Dry and Hyper On the Stair.

[Music: Sigur Ros]

Some of the fish down there had teeth like big needles, and a lot had spots or stripes on their sides that glowed red, yellow, or green. I saw an eel that looked like a rope on fire, and some other scary things, and finally I asked the Aelfmaidens if this was where they lived, because it did not seem to me that anybody would if they could live anywhere else.

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Gradually all the noise trailed off into a sound like a giant asleep, like Gilling dying down there in a bed as big as a lot of people's houses. The rock stopped flowing up and got hard. We went up to look, and it was a whole island of rock with a sort of basin in the middle. Some seabirds had started nesting there, and the sea lapped at the gray-rock beach all around it like a cat laps cream.

--The Knight by Gene Wolfe

Beautiful Spot For a Power Converter. Thank you, city council.

Saw sights afterschool today.

At least twelve full-grown turkeys at the park by my house.

Was difficult to get a good shot because they kept running away. They're pretty fast, too.

King of Thanksgiving. No one ever thanks him.

Sunshinebrushfire by my cousin's house. Actually quite pretty.

Blogs make you want to start taking pictures of everything.

And one more. Composed during Women's Literatue; on a sheet of lyrics for a fucking Tracy Chapman song. Eeek.

Avoid a Void

Garage cats ignite the sky,
counseling collegiate comets into admission.
So why slay?
Upon impact, flow of oil is severed guided towards the cabled tier
and ashen volcanobirds.
She said, "Let the minotaurs prance freely through their artificial shadows."
Lightblade cannot guide without the withering roar and roam of colossi.
So why slay?
The hexing howl of warlike mice slicing kings on rain pavillions,
spawns carved sea caverns as lands of tides launch leviathans
through bomb-clustered clouds.
So why slay?
Tone of voice, quivering through soundblasts of screaming flowers
and jetstreams,
crested within the loud heat of the Mojave.
Solitude.
Unkempt.
So why slay?

Eyes Filled With Fog Seeing Beyond Brick Walls.

The Flying Fish: God's Hangover

[Music: A Hawk and a Hacksaw]

God sat calmly and quietly upon an ever-looming cloud, circling omni-presently above the green paradise known as Eden. This day was different than God’s usual days as creator of the world; he felt almost lonely, and desired to create a new type of physical specimen that he may observe and pass judgment upon. So, God summoned up his powers, or whatever he used to manifest certain objects, and created the first Man, whom he called Adam.

Adam lived happily within the Garden of Eden; simply lounging around the heavenly brightness while time seemed to stop dead. But after some time, Adam grew lonely just like God had when he decided to create Adam. One day, Adam spoke out to God, “Oh Lord! Much boredom and solitude has taken toll upon me, may you craft me a companion so that we may share this paradise together?” At this, God removed a piece of Adam’s rib, and spawned the first Woman, whom he called Eve.

When the two united, God appeared and said unto them, “I have given this paradise to you so that you may live happily amongst my other creations. I have but one thing to ask of you. Do not converse with the serpent, for he is far craftier than any other living within this garden. Do not listen and do not follow his instructions. Above anything, do not eat the fruit of the forbidden tree. And I’m out. Peace.” At this Adam and Eve went to the forbidden tree to examine it.

As they approached it, a serpent appeared. Adam and Eve looked at each other, then back at the serpent, then at each other, then the serpent. “This is all too familiar”, said Adam.

“Yes, you’re quite right”, replied Eve, smiling.

The two nodded, the serpent began to slither away, but was too slow. Adam jumped upon the serpent and began stomping with his bear feet. Eve summoned a shovel and sliced off the serpent’s head. Adam and Eve then gave each other props and dusted off their shoulders. At this, God spoke from up above, “You have killed one of my own creations. For this, you are banished.”

And Adam and Eve sat outside Eden’s gates; cold and naked, seeing winged serpents crawling all over their brains for eternity.

This is the birth of heavy metal and tattoos. And sodomy. And microwaves. And mankind.

Bright Leaves and Spirits.

Slow Dancing Under Cherry Blossoms.

[Music: Mission of Burma]

When left in a situation that requires the appearance of a personal “spirit” to assist in guiding me to the place I need to be, I am left without a sense of companionship. The human “spirit” is something that acts as a guidance tool to make up for personality aspects that do not exist within that person. The same could be said for the human conscience. I believe that my spirituality makes an appearance when I least except it to; when I am in such a deep state of self-involvement that the world around me collapses I am the only individual left standing. My spirituality aids me in executing proper self-reflection that eventually leads me to finding out who I really am and how the people within my life shape features that culminate to form my personality.

I also find my deepest connection with my spirituality to take place in the bright-leafed confines of local nature. I try to partake in a wandering stroll a few times a week across the park/field adjacent to my house, it assists me in obtaining the necessary calm attitude needed to adequately deal with the stresses of school and work. When I am walking through the crisp afternoon air, all thoughts of burdensome activities become swept out of my brain by a wind of tranquility. Nature is very much an essential point in having my spirituality show its true form to my mind, because it offers a unique experience that many young adults forget about during the shift into adult life. School and work can easily slip out of reach. Nature is always there.

Go outside and let the spirit soar amongst the trees.