My crazy friend Wayne goes bowling for busses with a black egg. Wait! Crazy? Or... predictive?
CAUTION: GEORGIA O'KEEFFE BEHAVES DISGRACEFULLY
No more token canaries--the all-canary workforce, that's us. Let's see if these products are toxic...
CAUTION: ANTI-CAPITALIST
"If you put an ear to the door of books and the doors of the night, if you pay attention, you can hear the conversation of poets..."
In the middle of Nowhere Desert, I meet a telepathic unicorn who's stuck with a false safety-tag...
I'm jogging in Yosemite. A man tells me I'm possessed. There IS something in my shoe...
I dreamt I gave birth to a white-hot stone shedding sparks. Most folk would find my son strange...
I dreamed I blinded myself because mere appearances lead to racism and sexism. Only the blind know truth...
CAUTION: MILD NUDITY
This place isn't out of my dreams, it just looks like it. It's real real real...
I'm slipping dimes into a boulder of jade: a vending machine that fills every order wrong. Why feed it? Well...
Always ask permission to throw rocks at your date. No, not those big ones! Where's the nearest hospital?
CAUTION: SURREAL DATE ABUSE
On Old Mars, before it died, two rival families' teasing finally goes too far, despite the whale's warning...
CAUTION: VIOLENCE
As a boy in Australia I briefly died on the operating table. I found myself living among the Mimi, spirits living in rocks. I grew up, grew old, died--and woke up nine years old again...
An alien woman makes a mess of our economy, ecology, world--but insists she wants to be my friend...
A proud angry picture-poem during a hard time, when great gifts flowed through my hands...
An Arab shows me a stone he calls a book, and a shell that speaks prophecies of the flood rushing toward us over the desert...
My dreams are made of lovely carvable jade. Too bad my tools and skills suit our plastic age...
As a kid, my Ecotopian fantasy city was hollowed out of living rock, with hanging gardens and terraces...
I love curves, not the chunky forms of this machine-ruled world...
Not a dream--I just found myself painting Potatohenge...
In a stadium somewhere, watching a game where a slender reptilian man pitched rocks...
The ruins of the Sutro Baths in San Francisco were the setting for an otherworldly dream...
An ancient pictograph inspires me to try a meditative technique: shrinking and letting myself be eaten...
CAUTION: DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME
A trail toward Freedom has extra markers, for it's three trails, superimposed! Not all the cues are for us...