../melody in chaos
A stopped clock tells the correct time twice today, but a clock that spins 24 hours and one second, every second, is way more dangerous. It's true 86,400 times a day, and still broken.
— ../westy (@westyreflector) December 5, 2017
December 05, 2017 at 04:00PM
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I DEMAND Bassel Khartabil's DATE OF DEATH and REMAINS returned to his family for mourning to begin #freebassel https://t.co/srejWEzcVE
— ../westy (@westyreflector) September 15, 2017
September 15, 2017 at 04:30PM
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The greatest weapon against free thought isn't fear, but isolation. My track on this avows that Bassel was never alone. Thx @rupertlally https://t.co/BJiN3Hm0ZG
— ../westy (@westyreflector) September 5, 2017
September 05, 2017 at 05:49PM
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With the passing of Walter Becker, let’s resurrect a piece of mine on Steely Dan, for whom I had conflicting feelings but also heavy sentimental attachment, their inescapable songs stamped on many pivotal moments through my halcyon teenage daydream years. I didn’t choose to write about them – the piece was an assignment.…
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It’s 2061. Shunted off in the corner of the rec room at Elysian City: A Home For The Aged, I spend my days staring out a 2nd-story window at a leafy City neighborhood in a vain attempt to cancel out my immediate surroundings. I am 90 years old. My money is gone, my companionship is long over, I have no savings.…
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Anger breaks your wing, not the object of your anger.
— ../westy (@westyreflector) August 28, 2017
August 28, 2017 at 01:47PM
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For real[ ]
— ../westy (@westyreflector) August 24, 2017
August 24, 2017 at 09:20AM
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Knowing the exact path and time of an eclipse is a cosmic spoiler. Where have all the Stonehenge gone?
— ../westy (@westyreflector) August 21, 2017
August 21, 2017 at 08:23AM
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A kid in Kankakee pees excess adderall and a shark off Sydney feels extra focused. Coincidence?
— ../westy (@westyreflector) August 10, 2017
August 10, 2017 at 08:56AM
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Some people we pass on the street are the universe allowing glances of ourselves in possible futures.
— ../westy (@westyreflector) June 27, 2017
June 27, 2017 at 01:52PM
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The highest stations of sapiens hierarchy afford one word answers to all emails.
Ha!
yes
Really?
Tough.
So?
no
Great!
k
Done.— ../westy (@westyreflector) May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 02:34PM
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On a quest to find a guitar pedal I’d read about called the “Endless Sky.” It creates large ambient washes and textures from playing only one note on the guitar. Features a cowboy boot on the hand-painted graphic with lazy clouds around the six dials and three foot switches. One knob is labeled “reality fade,” the rest I don’t recall.…
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For sure, my formal education let me down. Not until last night did I learn the screw part of a corkscrew is called a 'worm.'
— ../westy (@westyreflector) May 6, 2017
May 06, 2017 at 01:59PM
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Walking underwater at a brisk clip at the bottom of a large body of water. Water is crystal clear blue like liquid sky, the sand is white and firm, and I glide forward with little effort. I breathe normal in the water – no oxygen tank, scuba gear or wetsuit necessary.…
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On 03 May 2017, at around 17:45, on 6th Avenue and President Street, a man and a woman passed me by, empty-handed, as I walked home after shopping. I had been in the market for approximately 12 minutes, and was about 3 blocks (so 2 minutes) south of the market when these two walked by me the other way.…
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constraints only limit relative to expectation
— ../westy (@westyreflector) May 2, 2017
May 02, 2017 at 11:48AM
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Any microbiologist worth the weight of their microbiota also washes their hands before – not just after…
— ../westy (@westyreflector) April 30, 2017
April 30, 2017 at 05:38PM
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Spent entire dream watching two nameless men dismantle six stories of scaffolding across an eighty-foot-wide apartment building. They worked for the most part in silence, communicating with hand gestures punctuated by the occasional “¡Mira!” “¡Cuidado!” or “¡Yo!”
The scaffolding was made of equal parts silk and metal. The men used the silk to climb up and down, raveling and unraveling themselves in an aerial silk performance to move in all directions.…
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Dream Journal 04.26-04.27
“Full Archer Jacket”
I paratroop onto a Chatsworth, CA, warehouse rooftop w/ another soldier. We recon with a tiny drone to find rebel militant locations in the building. They have dug an ICBM silo under the warehouse. We are here to shut it down.
We spelunk into the building through a busted skylight, pass all sorts of people, none of whom concern themselves with us.…
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I’m the star of a reality show called “Surfin’ The Pole” where I tour the North Atlantic on a surfboard. One episode had me find a hidden river that led away from the ocean and took me through quaint Finnish towns.
The river was the de facto Main Street through all the towns, and I waved at people and stopped for food along the way, all the while never leaving my surfboard.…
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