The hall was wide and so very long that you could not see the end. Behind dark doors were things lived only once or maybe seen in dreams. Whispers like fall leaves breached unseen barriers into organ pipes singing. This was a place out of time and of no origin. Only watercolor reflections escape but what is locked within is unknowable. Untouchable, existence does not compare to the memory. Taking one door, making only one choice is for the dead. Currents shift and life lingers drifting along the edge of reason. As if by magic without the magician, images fade into cirrus swirls. The sun retrieves it's light from curls of birth laughing. Ancient stars harmonized through future telescopes. Clouds are star dust in stasis, the inevitable thirsty planet breathes. Another door and more manifestation of secret desires. We are hungry and full, lazy and excited. This was once called 'now.'

I had a rough day. Nothing seemed to go right. I started my day cutting bamboo for the Greenhouses. We've planted lots of tomatoes and built curved greenhouse structures over the rows. This is for heat and to prevent too much moisture. I've been putting up rigging to let the plants grow up on. It's like 95 in these houses so within minutes I'm sweating my ass off. Anyway, I'm having a really hard time getting the ribs tied up and as I'm standing there, the next house over totally blows out and the tarp comes all the way off. So I have to get out and go put it back together. There are these clips that are meant for holding the tarp to the ribs but the ones we have are the wrong size and we don't have time to go all the way to Kona to get the proper ones.

SO it's 95 inside and I'm all sweaty and I step out and it's 75 and raining.

Then I step on a rock and it hurts way more than it should. I lift up my foot and I've got planters wart and it hurts soo bad. it was just a crappy day.

Work was really slow. Looked at the calender and realize that I'm only working one more week. Crazy.

Three men and a Baby is on tv right now. Holland says she loves it. I don't remember.

15 days to departure.

fucking crazy.

I don't even know what to say. I'm excited. I look forward to seeing people in the middle-east. hope that our travels are safe and we'll be able to not spend much money.

Had a dream I was in San Diego last night. Weird. Everytime I dream of S.D. I'm always getting lost looking for Ocean Beach. Which is strange because I know exactly how to get there.

Hello internetlandville,

I've been watching 9-11 video, conspiracies, some guy who invented perpetual motion motor; and thinks he's jesus, some stuff about particles, a japanese tv station footage during the fires at the wtc of a ufo, cops and firefighters saying there was a bomb, all this crazy shit that I would like to talk about... but I have a better idea.

something funny


I fucking hate Bush.

I think the U.S. Government had everything to do with the Sept. 11th 2001 'demolition' of the World Trade Center in New York.

Oh yeah, I worked for A.C.T. and had a great time failing to convince Ohio that Bush was a bad idea for working people and for Americans in general,
or did I fail?

So today, anyone reading this... I hope that you'll try to understand what your government will do to you in order to further it's goal of world domination.

We are just ants after-all right?

Last night after work Holland and I drove down into Waipio and slept out under the stars. It's hard to beat sleeping to the sound of the ocean. We woke up in time to watch the sunrise and move to a more low key spot. You're not supposed to camp there but if you're cool no-one bothers you. We woke up again around 8 and there were about 30 surfers out getting the morning breaks. A small rain came in for about 10 minutes and the most amazing rainbow appeared in the valley. It was a great morning.

I've yet to pack or really plan anything for the trip except for having Amanda pick us up in Indy. I was planning to pack this evening, but slept instead.

I've been painting more and enjoying it. I also have a few more songs I posted to myspace.

I hope you are all well, and maybe we'll see eachother on the mainland!

SO I've been thinking about my experience at the kava farm.

I feel like I really was in this weird headspace. Z had a lot to do with my experiences and emotional depth, but fuck it got draining. The manipulation that man is capable of is ridiculous. That I was fooled by it for so long is astonishing.

I was googling the farm to see what would show up, nothing really that interesting other that elise's video.

the video


I thought I was going to have something substantial to say to but I'm tired.
Maybe tommorow.