Fern Acres
Article I: eating, drinking, and being merry
i. you can get anything that you want, at Alice's Restaurant.
ii. sea-food is naturally better, quite logically, the closer you are to the sea. however, for whatever astronomical reasons, its not naturally or logically cheaper.
iii. that being said invest all available funds into fine Sushi when able.
iv. you have about 16 hours of straight listening time for every GB of music you have. if you have (and you may) a device with 8-120 GB of music; you have approximately anywhere in between 128 and 1,920 hours of pure listening quality good stuff. this device of course, may be your phone.
iv. 'niller coke is can be the endeavor to track down on the West Coast and equally so on the Big Island. when all else fails, pure vanilla extract mixed in regular Coca-Cola is more or less the exact same thing with the right ratio.
v. be creative. be adventurous. with dinner of course. good food makes you feel good, and something that sounds crazy is probably going to taste crazy. if it smells crazy you may want to leave it alone, but if it looks crazy; mark it off as pop culinary art as long as its at least dead.
vi. as it is late November, the sun goes down around five or six here. it rises somewhere opposite, and for that early morning kick, coffee serves its purpose almost the same as it did on the mainland. when looking to write a gonzo journal in the tropics, your other ingredients aren't far off either.
vii. the Breakfast of Champions however, is a bowl of Wheaties Breakfast Cereal or a Martini depending on who you ask. the phrase on the other hand, is somehow trademarked so i just wanted to throw it in here to get myself sued once the internet pays me billions for doing this shit.
viii. spicy. I don't mean 'heat'. I mean 'burn'. I'm not saying 'sweat'. I'm saying 'cry'.
ix. when all else fails, your stomachs full, your drink is drunk; go throw yourself at danger for a bit. its not too hard. there's a whole world out there. once the adrenaline wears off, you will be completely content and well off just being alive.
x. after a long days rockin, slip off your shoes. do alittle stretch, and a bend. dip your toes in the jacuzzi baby. take out this book: The Back Country. whoa, whoa, whoa: who the fuck is Gary Snyder?
Soliloquy II: Far Mid-West
seconds like a minute
like a metronome for millennium
or moments
for the millions of sands
for the millions of sands
held within the hourglass
thats held inside your hands
that tick so beautifully you lovely thing
i stare at you for hours for the love you bring
like a song that sings upon the hour
you crumble like the sun
you shine just like a flower
you love just like its vengeance
and you left me here debating
why you left me like the hours
why you left me like the hours
i spent watching you and waiting for
the time
the time
rock it to the rhyme
break out of sentimental lyrics and rock it like its fine
forget what you may think of it and remember the opinion that is mine
in the papers
news
and pages
like here we are now
plagiarizing like its contagious
because this shit might be dangerous
because this life will be the death of me
so reincarnation can have whats left of me
because Jesus stole my chastity
but forget it like credit
like i blew it all on drugs
which i then cut up with debit
this may be over the line
but to be fair i never said it
to be fair i never inked it
so let your printer take the credit.
-Harry Le Sabre