MURAKAMI - HEAR THE WIND SING - AN EXCERPT

Mars the Planet

"This story is about the countless bottomless wells dug into the surface of Mars and the young man who climbed down into one. These wells were dug by the Martians tens of thousands of years ago, and that’s well-known, but the strange thing is that all of them, and I mean all of them, were dug so they wouldn’t strike water. So the question of why the hell they bothered to dig them is something nobody knew. As for the Martians themselves, aside from these wells, there wasn’t a trace of them left. Their written language, their dwellings, their plates and bowls, metallic infrastructure, their graves, their rockets, their vending machines, even their shells, there was absolutely nothing left. Just those wells. And the Earthlings had a hell of a time deciding whether or not you could even call that civilization, but those wells were definitely really well made, and all those tens of thousands of years later there wasn’t even so much as a single brick of a ruin

HIPSTERS IN THE WOOD

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Into the woods go the hipster boys and girls. The city is just so overly populated with too much technology disrupting the flow of nature. I dare you to go completely unplugged from this mundane world and immerse yourself in the deep green of the woods. That dude from Emory did it, he wrote a book about it, and got a big fat bag of cash from everybody from the vegan nature lovers to the bacon sucker rednecks down the trailer parks.

I think they might have wifi in the woods? I need it to upload live photos of dead branches and other significant flora and fauna like squirrels, moss, and stuffs. I will have so many followers on Tumblr, and that makes me so damn happy I won't mind making another tofurkey for my brutal meat-eating friends even though it's not even thanksgiving yet.

AN ODE TO RAINBOW SKITTLES

Kontemplation

My friend Maria was high and talking philosophy to a tree in an Amsterdam park. She made a friend that day. How about my experience with drugs? I ate two cookies laced with weeds once... unknowingly. That's what you get for eating dessert before the main courses. Attending a liberal college, I also found a bag of weeds lying tauntingly in the hallways a while ago. Somebody lost their joint!

Boys and girls, I don't smoke. Well, I do, sometimes, depends on your definition of "smoking" and what is being smoked. Real smokers swallow, let it soak in, and drift it off their nostrils. I just blow it off, though. That still counts, right?