on the green banks

quik inserts from the drunken boat…
sailing up river towards ecotopia2006.org today…
into the mountains NETless for nearly a week…
my addicted exo-neurals are already shaking with a mix of fear and
elation…. escape? to what? what is outside the continuous nodule surf ?
… that relentless crashing sound on the beach of inland synapses.
How on earth will i monitor myself without the apparatae and inflamed e-appendices…
my life reduced to a fleshy footnote amongst hay and chickens, barking dogs and peeeople. Will i be surrounded by hippies with hip-stirrups on the green banks, riding dreamy alternatives like one-footed majestic and/or oblivious fools just outside the gang-clicking rhythms of machine-gun-kapital ?

ok, off to the bus…

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p.s. oh so many gaps left in the travel tales, which i will have to come back and fill
with the real + extraordinary stars that appear in the Transmigration Ostblock-Buster. In particular the Liebidow crew are a fascinating mystery of non-stop production… it reminds me of the James Baldwin bio doc called ” Price of The Ticket” , where the heart-driven author explains how he curiously navigates ( i.e. paris) 9 or more nite-lives til 4am and then retreats from the noise and music to write another several hours… never reaching 10, at least not until the ouvre has hatched.
AND i’m starting to feel the pulsing rhythms, beginning to get my pics on, plog-o-lalala, and Will the XLT chronicles go beyond archives into that realm of synchronizations with the actual soundtrack of epic realtimes? One more step in and we’ll soon take on the planetary navigation systems! Ecotopia here we come!

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