The Juizgax Foundation

Statements of Intent

“Welcome to the Joozgax Foundation” Weather Patterns Friendly skies. Hundreds of flying clouds, birds on the wing. Crying in the womb, waiting to be released. Awake, in spite of fatigue. Can’t wait to sleep but I put it off all the same. It’s the truth that tests us, not the lack or surplus of basic human needs. Tomorrow, snow. Home Situations Links

A Blizzard of Information It can’t wait. This is the foundation of all that has happened, all that is going to happen. I won’t tell you not to worry. This has all happened before. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. It’s a lame excuse. Before you get too far I try to pull you back, tug on the string that ties your soul to mine. It’s not dinner, or the frost that comes when someone calls your name. The deceased have no place here. It’s difficult enough when we’re alive. It’s Not Too Late Here are some books I’ve read in the last few months: Graham Joyce, The Tooth Fairy Jack Womack, Elvissey Philip K. Dick, The Man in the High Castle William Gibson, Neuromancer Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange Hunter S. Thompson, The Great Shark Hunt Avital Ronell, The Telephone Book Something Tells Me I’ve forgotten. With a faster connection it will all make sense. Don’t move the spinning drive. It’s a golden fish. There’s nothing to cover it up, shining in dark water. I’m waiting, losing time, wanting nothing more than to move through this wet air. Thank God it wasn’t me. There but for the grace of. She misses her. I’m alone. Flesh meets flesh, flesh meets bone, bone meets blood. The spirit is greater than the sum of its parts. On the border, humidity is high. The turbulence grows less as we move farther from shore, but the depth is perilous, and cold.