Enki

Gulf Stream turtle club.

distortionist

Order of confused indivisables

sushi, sideburns, mythmaking, Burning man, rock Climbing, Triathlons, Film, Photography, Art, Questions, Subcultures.

Geek Love, Neuromancer, Metamorphosis, Douglas Adams, Mark Twain

Before Night Falls, City of Lost Children, Kafka, Gummo, Seven, Pi, Brazil, Illuminata, Cremaster 3, Hurlyburly, Blade Runner, Requiem for a Dream, Rushmore, Magnolia, Lost Highway, Natural Born Killers, Bullets Over Broadway, Slingb

Tom Waits, Portishead, Massive Attack, John Lee Hooker, Interpol, Lamb, Jimi Hendrix, Cowboy Junkies, Miles Davis, Nina Simone, Flaming Lips, Bach, Howling Wolf, Rage Against The Machine, Sonic Youth, Underworld, Chemical Brothers, Rasputina, Tricky, Scott Joplin

pbs, Twin Peaks, old west wing, network is horrible softcore-pulp

The influence of some things are not known to me until decades later like a glint that illuminates something I thought I had abandoned, and in fact turn out to be part of my psychic femur, which I have not abandoned whatsoever but I have been using all along. Over the last year I have slowly come to realize that my thoughts are transformations of art I had been exposed to long ago. Example; I was watching a show on PBS about Mark Twain learning about parts of his life for the first time and thinking it was
interesting. The show wandered into the story of
Huckleberry Finn and I suddenly realized that I had adopted much of Huck Finns style of thought, Im talking buckets and now it was in me like a
legacy, a good legacy but one I dont remember or had
forgotten I
incorporated. So I had adopted Huck's philosophy before I had
started formally learning any critical thought. This is
what disturbs
me, I am now going to reread Huck Finn and Im a little
scared that
I will realize that my supposed efforts at self growth and
becoming over the last 15 years are actually offshoots from a
fictional boy from the mind of a dead Clemins fellow (god bless
him) And just now, as I read a William Gibson speech about
culture while listening to Beatles music in the background,
I realize
that I listened to Maxwells Silver Hammer so many times as a
boy, that non-sequiturs are now a perspective I have on
life. All
this time I thought I just liked the song, when apparently
the song is
a persona I have in some ways become, a strangeness which I am
comfortable with, a strangeness which I had perceived as a
child
and now realize I have for a self, I feel I may have
incorporated a
cornucopia of culturally scattered perspectives that may not
be my
own, BY ACCIDENT, unintentionally, dragged it into my being,
like
gum. Perhaps intuition is a just an incorporation of varied
influences which result in some Frankenstein personality,
our pa

You should be about 100 degrees off of the normative psychic azimuth.

No Klingons or Grangefords..don't even try it, you know who you are.