Mindstorm

A fearsome & fantastic journey to the heart of the Savage Id.

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Read my book, The Mind-Warp Era. It'll tell you about the real Lead--& his alter-ego, the true Rootboy covered with slime (the Savage Id). Partly a poignant memoir, partly a cosmicomic book, it relays the Id's adventures thru dark dimensions of funereal dread, with Timothy Leary as co-pilot. (The rumors of his death have been greatly exaggerated.)

Sunday, April 02, 2006

again with the Ogdoad

This is the beginning of Daylight Savings Time, so I'm letting Trish sleep in a little -- but not too long; she has an appointment with Dr. Vickie Tuesday morning at 8:30. I just checked my email & found a little letter from Lucy. She may be in the Sky with Diamonds, but she's OK. More than OK, I regard her as a good friend.

Once she's out of bed Trish is going to clean the basement. She's on 1/2 the dose of Depakote, but so far hasn't seemed to decompensate. I hate it when there are exacerbations of her illness, but at least we both recognize the need for medicine & aren't like that stupid Science of Church-a-tology.

If only we could convince Biggie of his need for medicine. Yesterday Fearless Taco told me he's apparently closed down even his PO box. He's completely isolated himself from the world because of the skinny dog; ding-dong, the fat dog's dead. Yes, & we're going to make a comic strip about the Buddha dog 'cause really she's the smart one & eww! Slime-thing & the Invisible Hog -- well, we're not interested; the skinny dog's the world's greatest artist but has never sold a painting.

Taco also babbled a little about how Mother is "more alert" due to being on a lower dose of her medicine, but I just let him babble. His problem is that he's an authority on everything, even when he isn't. I didn't discuss my story with him for that reason; he merely would've complained about something that's irrelevant like the dark energy theme; he thinks he knows science because he's a mathematician but has no idea how to write a science fiction story. "Tohu-Bohu, which means the Void, does not need acid to see the Void" -- I don't see how he made it thru Common Core Humanities if that's his idea of how to handle a symbol. He also screwed me over on a draft of "To Fight in the Sky" when I asked about the science element by saying. "It's as sufficiently vague as anyone else's explanation" when Stan doesn't want "vague". He also tried to maintain that Ghost & the Machine is a "fantasy" because the core idea isn't doable by any known science. He's absolutely useless as a source of ideas. Maybe it's the cultural Void he lives in. I feel sorry for his child, with no TV & no Harry Potter. Come on, give the child a normal childhood & stop taking my Mother off medicines that help her because of the totally illogical bullshit argument that "it causes weight gain therefore, since she's holding steady, we have to cut her dose & I don't care if she's hallucinating as long as she's not a danger to herself." Oh well, at least Biggie didn't wind up having custody of her. Karen's herbs would've killed her faster than the Invisible Hospital ever would've.

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