Fallehuckinglujah is my comment on the power of words; it's a bastardization of Hallef***inglujah, which I am wont to say in moments of joy but cannot because of the f*** part. If, however, I switch the f and the h it retains the same feeling but is no longer obscene. Same feeling, same letters, only two letters switched but one is verboten and the other is, well, not


01 April 2017 by admin

I drift through my brain like a spirit, watching as sounds, words and sights trigger flashes as the neurons fire, different places for different inputs. 

Music flashes one, a conversation another. I feel as one with my brain, as we dance with the universe. 

The brain is always active, flashing continually, but this intensifies as context changes from stimuli to stimuli. 

An old friend’s death, the song of a bird, the tears of my children. Anger, despair, longing, ecstasy, insight. 

Is he there? Is the bird here? Where is my mother? I see her and know she’s with me but I can’t find her. 

Time collapses and distorts. Is this memory or prescience? Now, then or soon? 

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