spirits, man.

no hippies, guys.
they're not invited.
nope.
no way are we accepting hippies in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
not a one.
but,
superstar sparkle-magical quartzy crystals are absolutely all always
invited over to the rock & pebble stonework party palace.
yup.
rock & pebble, kids.
like, me and mine, in our spot,
in the woodsly goodness,
interacting with and without this enclosed enclave of encapsulated excellence.
yes, indeed.
we're steady representing from our hard-styled barbarian battlements,
and the shamanic shambles of a hodgepodge ghost lodge overlapping
with the really real speaks and sparks of true-story telling
and the inexplicably optimistic hopes of wishful  thinking.
our circles are crossed by crystals.
that's right.
because i like crystals.
faceted by nature,
fresh to death.
crazy see-through magic rocks.
expert.
anyway,
there's a weirdie spot in portland, maine that has got the shards
in bowls and buckets, all set up to be special and secret,
magical and mysterious,
with tags outlining the metaphysical properties of mundane elemental
arrangements of stacks on stacks of singularly angular
organized molecules, resonating with harmonics from the infinite universes'
symphonic vibratory echoes of spirit and memory.
y'know?
ah.
but waaiiiit just a second, now.....
i said NO hippies, neighbors.
so, i guess i may as well just say i got myself some pretty cool lookin' rocks.
uh-huh.
that's equally true, just not as pretty.
i did get 'em, though,
and DO they look cool.
check the silly-silicon-oxygen-tetrahedral-shrapnel-type teleport:

word.
are they absorbing the woes and worries of a mistrustful dreamworld?
are they designed by nature to protect us from the psychic assaults
of an invisible spiritual disturbance in the spaces between time and space?
sh!t, man-
i doubt it.
but,
they're a very interesting tidbit of natural law and predisposition, aren't they?
left to form in the terra firma, they doo-doo their own spiky spearhead-style sh!t.
six-sided pyramids of icy-liquid-looking stone,
cracked off an collected for us to adorn and ornament ourselves with.
i'm into it.
and if somehow actually really and truly DO have some sort of actual
sorcerous spectres surrounding them?!
well,
so much the better,
since i'm sure we can use all the cultivated coincidental circumstance we can get
our creepy clutching crystal claws on.
that's it.
*
i collect things.
i discard people.
maybe i'll get one spiky sprig of see-through stone for every person
who has disappeared or disregarded the just be dope decree...
i'll have heaps of excavated excellence in place of the attenuated accentuated absences
that people put in place of active participation.
attrition of individuals, accrual of crystals.
sounds like some captivating captured essence seance style stuff, doesn't it?
i probably can't hang out with that.
i mean,
i said no hippies. after all.
rules is rules.
anyway,
i've got my semi-precious gems,
and they'll likely outlast us all.
there's a sad sort of comfort that comes with knowing that;
never quiet, never soft.....