carrying pouches of stones
smelling fire from afar
we are celebration incarnate
as the movements set them free


"Sex, drugs, and insanity have always worked for me, but I wouldn't recommend them for everyone."- Hunter S. Thompson

There is something I've got to sing out: 
an overt inundation of inspiration, 
a regurgitation of the bass frequencies rattling around inside, 
and all of the beauty i seem to have witnessed 
out there in that sunny meadow soaked with life. 
I became a festival in my soul, 
and the hippies just want to dance!

Another drop on my tongue 
as I begin to remember the exaltation. 
Our potential energies were set on fire  
in the rich air of celebration and excess. 
Eyes met to precede the embrace 
between our arms and hearts.

 For some it became a revelation 
to lose their fucking shit 
and become a conduit to the grime; 
for others it was an expedition into chaos
that pointed their curiosity towards the magnificent. 
Dressed in the patterned garbs of mischief and elation
given healthy opportunity to share in the bounty of love.

Photo by Julie Hanna (

"If you smile at me I will understand because that is something everyone, everywhere does in the same language."
- Jefferson Airplane

There was a calm inside the storm.
On the shoulders of gods we eloped, 
hand-in-hand, praising circumstance and grinning hope.


 The heat, the madness, the flight of new absurds;
 each of us alone, together.


 The swirl of cannabis smoke expanding from her lungs, 
 the wink between lovers at sunrise.
A hug from a stranger that feels like home, 
glistening jewels surrounding his smiling eyes.
Infectious laughter bubbling in their midst,
the perfect gift from a new friend. 
New understandings in this diversity of wisdoms 
becoming epiphanies that make this life brighter.


This is new family that I choose, 
these are new minds that I am blessed to worship. 

"I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution thousands or even millions of young Americans wandering around with rucksacks, going up to mountains to pray, making children laugh and old men glad, making young girls happy and old girls happier, all of 'em Zen Lunatics who go about writing poems that happen to appear in their heads for no reason and also by being kind and also by strange unexpected acts keep giving visions of eternal freedom to everybody and to all living creatures. "
 - Jack Kerouac 

Love, thanks, and bacon!!!
Bear <3 

China Grade Rd.

out here in the starlight my mind had given up any hope of comprehending the violence of my new reality. i saw the immortal spiral branching off and away from my tiny shivering form. i felt the infinite rising its crooked head in protest. i was a god again, and this plane of perception had been crafted for my pleasures and fears to dance like children in the sprinklers. i was dead and forever, i had never really lived.

it had seemed as though my entire life and everyone within it had simply been manifested as a test, a game, a bored deity's only natural course through the unending circuitry of the constant. i saw anger, hopelessness, pain, and torment in the faces surrounding my broken form writing in the tick-infested brush of that ancient forest in which we digressed. the few remaining shreds of my innocence had dissolved into entropy... i am reborn now, or perhaps simply dead anew. i remain infinite. i simply remain.