Injuns

Sometimes I hear Iron Maiden's "Run to the Hills" in my head. Sometimes I hear that song "Cowboys are Square" by that Billy Childish. I'm not sure if the "Injuns Died Here" label is a warning, or a mere statement of fact. Perhaps both.

The Power of Gobbedlygook

Secret societies aren't very secret anymore. Actually, I was meditating about artist Rick Griffin's propensity for lapsing into lettering that's either indecipherable or near-indecipherable. I figure if he could lapse, I can lapse. Let's lapse.

Evolution & Revolution

This is not a call-to-arms, nor is it a biological treatise. I was reading Howard Bloom's The Lucifer Principle, and I seemed (and that might yet be still present tense) to get lost in this claustrophobic crosshatched sketchbook landscape. Lost, or would that be trapped?

Expanse

Ah, but to be expansive in the claustrophobic void...

Dualities, Naturally

Them dualities pop up everywhere. Reality is in fact an endless multitude of dualities. But it's not always about doubles. Triples figure largely, too. Belch. What was I saying?