Undetectable Art

In moments that's can't be replicated, in times you'll never get back, in nostalgic scents you can't quite put your finger on, in small doses, and in anonymity. These are ideal ways to gift happiness. No sense of expectation, no trace of obligation, both parties blissfully unaware of the transactions in action. Acts benign forego smiles genuine. To gift but not receive is to seek and not retrieve happiness. Forgive me, but the only thing I can offer to you is my time. I have no money to spare, I have no material possessions to pass, but intangible as these gifts may be they will live on in me forever. To create or help create formless treasures is the only talent I was born into. I have no apprentice and my endeavors may end with me, but it is in the nature of priceless art to erode and be reinterpreted as years drudge on. A memory that builds on itself, my life's work. Forgive me, but this is all I can strive for.

Nothing detectable is worthless, even the most paltry of acts might forge their own purpose if performed in a manner that imbues them with cognition.

California Creeper

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Yeah you, the person from California that's been reading my page for the last month. Shoot me an e-mail, I'd love to hear from you.

Flyfox65@hotmail.com

The same birthday blog I've been writing for 7 years

This is the new year, but this time I feel slightly different. At 22 I'll wear my best suit and act as rich as I am. They say 2012 is the begining of the end times, but I don't believe it. The world isn't going to end on what promises to be the best year of my life.

seek the sheath

I haven't always been afraid of myself, but as far back as this life goes, I can't remember a time when I haven't been. Every time I change my mind it's so significant. I've spent so much time flirting with the idea of wholeness and wellness that I think I may be falling in and out of love with it. This is par for the course, I'll never commit one way or the other, but I'll spend sleepless semesters dreaming about it. On occasion I'll catch myself in the mirror and gaze deeply in love, somewhere between narcolepsy and narcissism, but these moments are far too isolated; both inconsistent & distant from the rest of my life. 

I always had a stark set of methods and work-arounds to dodge uncomfortable situations and run from the rain. One day, a strange fear gripped me and I ran so hard that I crippled the very foundation of this harmony. So I found a crutch and ran desperately until nothing was familiar. I was afraid to go back the way I came, and to continue was a shot straight to hell, val-hallah or where ever it is I'm going. I was afraid, now I'm petrified.

So far from home.

The astronomers

Three names, three distinct character traits. Double, triple, quadruple, lives;
Endless nuances and similarities with a common face. A Venn diagram
significantly more complex then a set of Olympic rings, expanding always at a non-descript
rate. An individual ever ignorant of others around him. A deck of cards: 4
suites, a dozen faces, with 40 wild cards. Silence played at full volume.


This is how I would describe myself.


Assume me to be the night sky: appearing motionless in motion. The stars are
there: forming constellations while cool-ly burning blue. The moon: cycling on
a fixed path it's unable to defy. Meteorites: flicker like dreams. Comets careening carelessly in freedom. The sky beautiful, but incomplete: you'll never take in the full majesty until your eyes adjust.


All I seem to meet are astrologist. Where are you my astronomer?