It’s me! Chris! Well, here I am at Fort Campbell, KY.., and I thought I’d drop a line since I missed most of you when I was on leave. Right now I’m sitting at this neat little café…. “The Retro Caffe.” (There are two f’s there.) The first coffee house in Clarksville, TN. Whew. They … [Read more…]
By Crash Wilmot The dripping water brings lucidity,as the soul slowly retracts into the mind.An eye floating above a purple sky.A screeching voice reflects the peace around.Quietly waiting for an answer reached long ago.By a thumbed nose and a forgotten cigarette.Sexually quelled with whip cream,And a Large cherry coke at Perkins,For a dollar and 16 … [Read more…]
By Chris Wilmot Time is only an illusion in this, my mind.I have found the key to the universe.Chained right outside the prisonBars that have been builtby me, by the world, byall who could have wanted itto not be. I try so faintly to grab the ringupon which the altar of manymillennium of philosophy lies.Like … [Read more…]
By Chris Wilmot A little ink stain,A squiggle signifying nothing.Inspired by too much caffeine,Playing the mind like solitaire. Like a spill of ice water,On a bright flower filteredWith a blue light lens.As if someone really cared. Abstract thoughts flowing,In the ashtray half empty.Or is it really half full?While a child soullessly stares. A Tarot decks … [Read more…]
By Chris Wilmot Straight from Ogishkemuncie, Crash Wilmot, Reporter Extraordinaire. Hello folks, it’s a beautiful day here in the wonderful Boundary Waters. We’re bruised and battered, bitten and scratched, pretty exhausted and darn it, we’re lovin’ it. Just to rehash the first few days… We started on Sawbill Lake and paddled 6 miles up the … [Read more…]
By Chad Zaback and Chris Wilmot (respectively) Everything I know now about not knowing 9…To a certain degree I know everything about nothing and there is nothing I don’t know that I could, should, or would want to know or know I knew. However, as I experience technical, mechanical, and out of body experiences, I … [Read more…]
By Crash Wilmot Manicured green happiness.With maybe a tree or two for fun.A mugful of steaming coffee,Up to greet the morning sun.Busy little worker ants,All driving to their little jobs.And funny little farmer ants,Planting beans and corn cobs.The birds ail a-tweeting,In this Paradisal Glen.The robins, sparrows, Goldfinches,Crows, doves and wrens.All of it is false,So craftily … [Read more…]
By Crash Wilmot Talking to everyone, but no one talks back.Hi-tech communication breakdown.Speaking a language no one understands anymore.The written word nothing,but an ink stain upon the bleached paper of life.Rhythmic Hell creeps along the streets,in the form of Unussaultable logic.Ripped apart from corner to corner,as the rats mutter drunkenly to themselves.Paranoia held in the … [Read more…]