Paid in cigarettes.

Greetings

2007-09-30T13:04:00.000-07:00

Ok, so I've finally managed to mangae this blog after a drought of writing. I've seemed to have forgotten my password and recovering a new one may be a real bitch. I'm on my friend's computer; for some reason I'm able to log on it here. Tell me if that semi colon was misused. Anywho, I shall try to update it more often.

First salvia trip (warning bad grammar)

2007-03-26T19:31:00.000-07:00

So I finally tried salvia! Wow, it was such a cool experience, but only just a taste of what I hope to experience soon! Thanks to lovely Danae for bringing this wonderdrug over.
I guess I'll give a short trip report but most of it isn't as fresh in my mind as it was yesterday. I'm still wondering and trying to figure out what I experienced clearly even it was only for a minute or two I can't rmemeber how long. As soon as I exhaled I got a crazy heat flash and tok my clothes off almost immediately. I didn't feel like I had any control over myself. I also didn't feel like myself and was very confused. I remember falling down on the bed that was behind me. I felt like I was push or thrown down onto the bed, the gravity was fucked. It felt like I was being held by my armpits when I was falling onto the bed and it was very uncomfortable, almost painful. I remember seeing an image of this native man infront of me, vrey small though, (shaman?). I don';t remember any sounds or even hearing the music on the stereo. It delt like one of the walls on the room was missing aswell. Like i could see the outside sunlight. I reember feeling the presence of being out on a certain road near Shuswap lake which I was on the last few days ago. It wasn't the same room. There wasn't a whole lot of visual but the confusion made it seem so surreal. Afterwards I felt like I had experienced a side of me that came out that isn't what I'm liek noramlly. I didn't feel myself at all. I questioned my own character even. very introspective I guess. Im very interested in this drug now. It's stil legal here too. I'm glad. Ta. - Nick

Shambhala 2007! I just need tickets!

2007-03-16T00:31:00.001-07:00

http://www.shambhalamusicfestival.com/index.php

Halloween '06 Aren't we sexy?

2006-11-03T21:15:00.000-08:00

Boards of Canada's first ever music video!

2006-05-24T16:23:00.000-07:00

And what an achievement, my fuck. Dayvan Cowboy, one of my favourite BoC songs! Well go ahead see it for yourselves.

"There is no overarching artistic message in this video, you're just meant to go with it. Its about pure sensation - visceral, tactile real world input that overwhelms the senses and goes beyond verbal or written explanation. Consciousness-expanding euphoria"

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2006-04-09T00:09:00.000-07:00

From Munich with a hug.

2006-01-09T23:01:00.000-08:00

Well to say the least Munic his a brilliant piece of filmwork. GO SEE IT TODAY! Oh and I met a pretty girl I know. How sweet it is!

Due South (redux)

2005-12-17T23:46:00.000-08:00

A CONSTELLATION OF APOCALYPTIC

2005-12-13T18:55:00.000-08:00

A CONSTELLATION OF APOCALYPTIC

BUTTERFLIES WHOSE EXPRESSIONS ARE AMBIGUOUS

I WAS SITTING ON THE TRUNK OF A TREE THAT HAD BEEN CHOPPED DOWN

IN MY PERIPHERAL VISION I SPOTTED A SINGULAR BUTTERFLY

THE BUTTERFLY NAVIGATED ITSELF SAFELY THROUGH THE BLADES OF THE

DWARFED WINDMILL I HELD AWAY FROM MY BODY

I HEARD THE SOUND OF MANY WHISPERING FEET

I HEARD THE SUCKING OF A MAIDS VACUUM CLEANER LEANING

PRECARIOUSLY INSIDE A CHILDS EYE SOCKET

I MOVED MY FEET IN SMALL CIRCLES

I HEARD THE DRY LEAVES CRACKLING UNDER MY SHOES

I RAISED MY HEAD TO SEE THE SINGULAR BUTTERFLY STILL IN VIEW

I WAS NO LONGER SITIING ON THE TRUNK OF A TREE

I WAS STANDING ERECT AND PERSUING THE SINGULAR BUTTERFLY

I HELD MY ARMS OUT

I WAS IMITATING FRANKENSTEIN

I WASN'T HOLDING THE DWARFED WINDMILL ANYMORE

I COULDN'T HEAR THE SUCKING OF THE VACUUM CLEANER

I COULDN'T HEAR THE WHISPERING FEET

I IMAGINED A LARGE GLASS HEART PUMPING FURIOUSLY GLOWING LIKE AN

ILLUMINES BEET

I WAS AFRAID THE GLASS WOULD CRACK

THE GLASS CRACKED

DROPS OF BLOOD APPEARED AND EVAPORATED INTO EMPTY SPACE

THE SINGULAR BUTTERFLY WAS AN AGREEABLE SHADE OF YELLOW

A VERY ANCIENT GREEK HUE

I WABBLED LIKE FRANKENSTEIN WEARING WOODEN SHOES

I HEARD THE CTCH CTCH OF A FARMER AND HIS HOE

WORKING RHYTHMICALLY IN A FIELD BELOW

THE PROPERTIES OF GLASS BEING WHAT THEY ARE, A HEART OF GLASS IS IN THEORY AND PRACTICE ILL-CONCEIVED

THE SINGULAR BUTTERFLY REMAINED ALWAYS JUST OUT OF REACH

I FOUND THE PATTERN OF ITS FLIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO PREDICT

IT WAS CLEVER

IT ZIGGED AS I ZAGGED AND VICE VERSA

IT CHANGED COLOR TO CONFUSE ME

IT CHANGED GENDERS

I DIDN'T FIND THAT DISTRACTING HOWEVER SINCE I COULDN'T TELL THE DIFFERENCE

I WISHED I WAS IN POSSESSION OF A NET

WHEN, I MYSELF, WAS SCOOPED INTO ONE

A RATHER LARGE NET

NOT A TERRIBLY COMFORTABLE ONE AT THAT

IT APPEARED I HAD FALLEN INTO A TRAP

I HUNG SUSPENDED ABOVE THE GROUND

PRESUMABLY THE SINGULAR BUTTERFLY I HAD BEEN CHASING SIGNALLED WITH HIS/HER ANTENNA FOR HELP AND HAD RECEIVED IT

MANY SINGULAR BUTTERFLIES COOPERATED IN MY CAPTURE

IT TOOK A STAGGERINGLY LARGE ASSEMBLY OF SINGULAR BUTTERFLIES TO KEEP THE NET ABOVE GROUND

I MARVELED AT THE STRENGTH THEY EXHIBITED

IN NO TIME AT ALL I WAS SWIFTLY ASCENDNG OVER THE TREES

WE CLIMBED UPWARD TOWARDS THE HEAVENS

THE BUTTERFLIES EXPRESSIONS BETRAYED NO INDICATION OF WEARINESS

I BEGAN TO FEAR MY LIFE WAS SOON TO BE IRREVOCABLY CHANGED

WE TRAVELED THROUGH THE NIGHT NEVER DEVIATING FROM OUR UPWARD COURSE

I MISSED MY HOME

THE BUTTERFLIES BROUGHT ME INTO THE DEEP DARK RECESSES OF THE UNIVERSE

THERE WASN'T MUCH TO LOOK AT

MY MOUTH WAS CONSIDERABLY DRY AND I REMEMBER FEELING A CHILL

THE BUTTERFLIES DECIDED THEY HAD CARRIED ME A SUFFICIENT DISTANCE

AND MADE ME AWARE I WAS FREE TO ESCAPE FROM THE NET IF I SO DESIRED

I DID SO WITH HESITATION BECAUSE I HADN'T ANY EXPERIENCE IN SPACE TRAVEL AND WAS UNAWARE OF THE PROPER SAFETY PRECAUTIONS ONE SHOULD EMPLOY

I ALSO REALIZED AT THAT MOMENT THAT I WAS COMPLETELY IGNORANT OF ANY SPACE ETIQUETTE THAT MIGHT BE APPLICABLE

I WAS AS ILL PREPARED FOR THAT SITUATION AS WAS POSSIBLE

THE BUTTERFLIES WERE NO HELP

THEY WERE UNWILLING TO OFFER EVEN THE SLIGHTEST SERVICE

AS I WIGGLED ABOUT TRYING TO ACCLIMATE THE BUTTERFLIES ABANDONED ME

BEFORE LEAVING, EACH ONE FLEW UP TO MY FACE AND POKED ME IN THE EYE WITH THEIR ANTENNA

THEY HAD FORMED A LINE TO DO THIS

IT WAS A VERY LONG LINE

IT WAS TRUELLY UNPLEASANT AND GREATLY EXCEEDED MY TOLERANCE FOR SUCH THINGS

IN TIME EACH BUTTERFLY HAD HAD ITS TURN AT PUNISHING ME AND HAD DEPARTED BACK TO EARTH

NOW I WAS ALONE WITH THE EXCEPTION OF THE GLASS HEART AND THE BLOOD THAT PULSATED INSIDE OF IT

I FLOATED LIKE A POTATO

I REGRETTED CHASING THE BUTTERFLY

I WAS MELANCHOLY

I BECAME PESSISMISTIC ABOUT MY FUTURE

I LOOKED LONGINGLY DOWN TOWARDS EARTH

I SAW AN INCREDIBLE VISION

THE BUTTERFLIES HAD FORMED A RING AROUND THE EARTH

THEY WERE GLOWING NOT LIKE ILLUMINES BEETS BUT MORE LIKE A RING OF ILLUMINES LEMONS

IT'S DOUBTFUL THAT THE BUTTERFLIES WERE MADE OF GLASS THOUGH THEIR YELLOW LIGHT PULSATED LIKE THE BLOOD IN THE GLASS HEART AND I ASSOCIATED THE TWO OF THEM TOGETHER AT THE TIME

THE BUTTERFLIES RELEASED A SHOWER OF THIN STICKY STRANDS OF WEB AND HAIR THAT COATED THE EARTH

THE ANIMAL LIFE ON EARTH INCLUDING MY FELLOW HUMANS BECAME TRAPPED UNDER THE WAVES OF THIS BIZARRE SECRETION

MANY SUFFOCATED

SOME WERE CRUSHED

SOME DIED OF STARVATION

SOME BECAME INSANE AND THEN WERE EITHER SUFFOCATED, CRUSHED OR DIED OF STARVATION

I DIDN'T ENJOY WATCHING THIS

IT WAS VERY SAD

I WORRIED WHAT THE BUTTERFLIES HAD IN STORE FOR ME

THE GLASS HEART CONTINUED TO CRACK AS THE PRESSURE OF THE PULSATING BLOOD INCREASED

Many thanks OM

Nothing left to do but play music and sip my scotch.

2005-12-11T01:10:00.000-08:00

All the bleeding shopping is done and I still managed to get a few things for myself.

Scorned and Beloved: Dead of Winter Meetings with Canadian Eccentrics

2005-12-01T13:02:00.000-08:00

We admire people who give rein to their passions and obsessions, who fly in the face of convention, who have easy access to an id unmeditated by a prissy, stultifying ego. We need them. You could say they have a societal utility. They shake up the old order. They remind us that our familiar priorities, whether personal or political, are arbitrary; the product of unthinking convention, and nothing more. We cherish these outsized characters because they amplify qualities we each of us possess in some small measure. And we love them because they give us stories. When all is said and done, it is stories that keep us buoyant.

http://www.canadiancontent.ca/issues/1198books.html

suppose

2005-11-28T16:02:00.000-08:00


suppose
Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.

young death sits in a cafe
smiling, a piece of money held between
his thumb and first finger

(i say "will he buy flowers" to you
and "Death is young
life wears velour trousers
life totters, life has a beard" i

say to you who are silent. - "Do you see
Life? he is there and here,
or that, or this
or nothing or an old man 3 thirds
asleep, on his head
flowers, always crying
to nobody something about les
roses les bluets
              yes,
                  will He buy?
Les belles bottes - oh hear
, pas cheres")

and my love slowly answered I think so. But
I think I see someone else

there is a lady, whose name is Afterwards
she is sitting beside young death, is slender;
likes flowers.

E. E. Cummings

There is beauty everywhere... If you know where to look. Part II

2005-11-18T21:21:00.000-08:00

In Rememberance.

2005-11-11T02:02:00.000-08:00

"These red people are hanging out in coffee shops." Thanks Mr. Herring.

2005-11-06T02:45:00.000-08:00

www.michaelherringdesign.com

Happy Earthquake Day

2005-10-31T11:55:00.000-08:00

Though there really isn't a day, maybe there will be. In memorial, cheers.

ascetism avantism

2005-10-28T02:04:00.000-07:00

Like a child lost in the snow, like a beautiful place in the country that you can't get to. Let it soak in. Let it be known. You can't imagine the fun I'm having.

excerpt "The Things They Carried"

2005-10-27T01:15:00.000-07:00

There it is, they'd say, over and over, as if the repetition itself were an act of poise, a balance between crazy and almost crazy, knowing without going. There it is, which meant be cool, let it ride, because oh yeah, man, you can't change what can't be changed, there it is, there it absolutely and positively and fucking well is.

Someone actually told me this once.

2005-10-25T22:51:00.000-07:00

We like Bukkake in Nagasaki.

2005-10-24T22:03:00.000-07:00

It's not adult rated, don't worry. It's quite awesome though.
http://www2.b3ta.com/bukkake/

Under construction

2005-10-23T21:01:00.000-07:00

As you can see this blog may be pretty ugly, I wanted it to look pretty, it will, hopefully.

The devil is in the details, <3 BoC

2005-10-19T16:02:00.000-07:00

"Just relax, and enjoy this pleasant adventure. Here you are, secure and protected, in this, your special place, letting my voice flow into your mind. There's no need to concentrate. Just gently as you go. Suggestions are going into your unconscious mind. Open yourself up to the greater wisdom and understanding. So, now, letting the sound of my voice reach the inner, healthy, receptive centre of yourself. See yourself now in your imagination; and you are being tranformed in a positive healthy way, so you are programming your unconscious mind, gaining new insight into your directions, in the future. Allow yourself to be more aware of your pathway through this life. Enjoy all that you can. As the days go by, you are programming your mind, and you are allowing this to happen. These things are happening day by day, just as I tell you they are happening, wherever you are. See this happening. Allow it to become part of you; more and more happily, more and more surely, more and more powerfully, each day. When it is necessary, you can program yourself, be able to dream the information you require. This awareness will come back to you at your own rate. It will never be more than you can cope with. This guidance will help show you the way. This will only happen if you choose it will be so. Ready, now ..."

Websters Defines

2005-10-19T14:02:00.000-07:00

Cad-Pat

2005-10-18T22:44:00.000-07:00

Monday morning midnight sun.
Dress up,
Like cheap Taiwan Cap-Pat.

I'd rather be
spelunking.

Home.

2005-10-14T23:26:00.000-07:00

I want to move to somewhere, quiet, cool, remote, way off somewhere way up there, far far away, alone, it would be nice.