Sunday, December 20, 2020

211

 "There's also a lot of plays to be made around town, but they need legs, which I can't use anymore, says Mike, as he sits on his couch drinking 211.  Mike has a long history of being homeless, and although ...'damn, that was just like some tasteless goo, and you were stuffing your face like there was no tomorrow" says Mike to Amber.  Amber tends to eat a lot.  She's in a trance some of the time, or carries on dialogues with spirits we can't see.  Mike and Amber go back a number of years at the Julian hotel, downtown, and now they are both living here.  "Will Fred Meyer cash a $100 bill" says Mike, because he's always getting in some kind of trouble.  Somehow he's been kicked out of the local 7-11.  I got kicked out of there too, and it's been a trying circumstance for me.

Whatever.  Life goes on.  People try to figure things out.  Jesse goes on about angels and demons and how great his hiphop tracks are.

Sometimes I think I can see what no one else does, and then other days it seems that i have not an idea in the world, sort of like Mission in the Rain, by Jerry Garcia.

Mike stumbles around to do some great big move, like maybe get up from his chair.  Amber stands in the corner, stuck in her trance.  Jesse is humming along to one of his hiphop tracks.  I wonder where all this is going.  Maybe next month there will be nobody living here.  But I'm not getting any younger, and I have no money.  Still, if we wait all day, will it not be worth the wait if we detect some trace of the ineffable?


Amber fidgets in the corner.  Jesse is smoking on a cigarette.  I wonder what my crazy mind may bring to the next days, and try not to regret the lost chances or failed opportunities of the past.

Sunday, November 29, 2020

Thoearu

 "If by watching all day and all night I may detect some trace of the Ineffable, then will it not be worth the while to wait?"

Friday, November 20, 2020

Guipai

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Following the tenet of good faith...and adhering to the principle of quality...

-yumekanau


RIP David Kush

Monday, November 16, 2020

Biggie

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxATyB6t-QY

Sunday, November 15, 2020

By the grave of my dear ones I long for to weep, among them to rest when I die

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FgUYHrcpm1c&list=PLNEf0emgk83ZFmyPlcQpLnFnDy7N9r8_l&index=5

Turnin' lame I'ma switch

 Details, details, details, trying to get the spelling right, trying to smoke a Swisher Sweet and not have 

Coming up with the boys on the long drive.

 House is calm, clean, and musical, and full of good cooking and discussions

Dianne,This is Ryan, Chris' neighbor.When last I spoke with you some years ago,

 


Chris Farrell christopherfarrell@gmail.com

Sat, Nov 14, 12:42 PM (23 hours ago)
to Collin
Dianne,This is Ryan, Chris' neighbor.When last I spoke with you some years ago, you advised me not to contact your son or to engage with him, but to contact you if I had any further issues.I have minded my own business living next door to Chris for 10 years, but things are getting out of hand next door and I would like to discuss with you what the next step is likely to be here.I have put up with musical jam sessions into the wee hours of the morning, passive harassment from your son on his porch, and frequent disturbances of all manner, but my patience is at its limit.For years Chris has had a stream of temporary house mates. I do not know the particulars of all these people, but my observation has been that he has rented out a room to someone for a few months, then something happens and they move, there is a period of time without anyone else, then the process repeats. Despite my personal opinion that this is very irresponsible (e.g. the poor Grad student some years back having his life upended), until recently these have been mostly average people conducting themselves in an average everyday manner and I have gone about my business. Something has changed.Chris is now running what I think could be characterized as a drug den out of his garage. There is a "Breaking Bad" type broken down motorhome camped out in the driveway, there is a constant flow of new and varied drug-using visitors who are either camping in the garage, or using it and the driveway as some sort of base of operations. I am making some assumptions here, but they are educated assumptions. It appears to me as though Chris is running his own personal homeless shelter and drug den out of the property.I pulled into my driveway a couple days ago while having to navigate my vehicle around a man hopped up on who knows what kind of drug "directing traffic" and interacting with all manner of things that were not there. I have observed this man living at the property for some months. A few days before that, a woman in the throws of some bad trip was screaming for hours while splayed out on the sidewalk, before returning to your property. Today I found a box of trash (alcohol containers, dvds, food containers, and other detritus) thrown into my yard as though it were a landfill. These are a few of countless recent examples and I have personally observed perpetual ongoing drug use on and around your property. The neighborhood has turned into a nexus of ongoing mental health crises and illegal activity. This is unacceptable.My wife no longer feels safe entering and exiting our front door. I no longer know who my neighbors are at any given moment. We live next to an elementary school. Neighbors on all sides have school aged and younger children. This is not the proper location for a halfway house.I will put this to you plainly. I wish to know what steps you intend to take to rectify this situation and I would appreciate some understanding of how you envision the future unfolding for Chris and this property, so that I may plan accordingly. A less than adequate response will force me to seek some other recourse.It would be better for you to somehow solve this situation and take measures to remedy it permanently, rather than leaving it to me to escalate through other channels. Your son has, apparently, had some paranoia about me for years and I, for years, have sought to transcend that by dealing with him in a respectful and straightforward manner and (since our last conversation) by not dealing with him at all. His paranoia is becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy, however. There are no positive feelings left on my side of the property line, except that I can appreciate that this is a difficult situation for you.I am not an unreasonable person and have, I think, been a patient and accommodating neighbor thus far. At the end of the day, however, I must take whatever legal means are necessary to maintain the safety and wellbeing of my family. I will look forward to a response and hope you are willing to speak with me so I can better understand what to expect from my neighbors next door and, thus, act accordingly.Sincerely,-W. Ryan Buys,

Wednesday, November 04, 2020

Ice-T- Intro

Tuesday, October 27, 2020

Amber

 I am lucky enough to have met Amber.  I didn't even expect to meet someone like her but that's how life is I guess, as near as I can figure out.

Wednesday, September 16, 2020

the worst thing I've ever done

 The Worst Thing I've Ever Done


May 1990 I had been up for like three days because Patty had kicked me out and I thought everyone was talking about me, I was standing outside Patty's apartment building on Haste and Telegraph or Durant and Telegraph, I forget the streets after all this time, kittycorner from where the Mediterranean Cafe was anyway, and same block as Mo's Books and Cody's Books, and across from the Shakespearean book store and above another smaller but very nice book store, I was standing at the call box talking to Patty over the intercom, and she didn't want to let me in the building.  I was extremely tired and couldn't handle the feeling I was the center of attention, which seriously i probably was at that point but that's neither here nor there, ..the point is I couldn't take it anymore and so I used a front thrust kick (TM Shotokan karate-do in Nishiyama's lineage) to smash through the glass of the first door with my kick ass logger boots that I was the only one in Berkeley wearing, and the glass shattered and I stepped through, and someone yelled "Hey!" and I walked or run walked up three flights of stairs to her door and all I knew is that she was in there.  She was actually on the phone to her good friend in Los Angeles, and when I smashed through her door with another front thrust kick (tm Nishiyama Hidetaka 1939) it was the worst thing I have ever done, because she would have been seriously hurt if she had been right behind that door.  As it was she was about five or ten feet behind the door and her cat Mojo was in the bedroom or something.  She had a great place.  So yeah, she could have been hurt but she wasn't.  She started screaming and I went and sat down in the living room with the windows facing the hills and turned on my portable stereo.  Five seconds later two beefy cops show up and slam me to the ground, cuff me, and cart me downstairs while I scream for Patty, embarassing the hell out of her.  So I sit in the cop car for a while and the owner shows up and actually seems amused by the whole situation.  He's like "No Shit! Somebody smashed through two of my doors and there's not a bruise on her."  hehe.  That's the way it goes in the way of the women-obsessed.  She wrote me a couple postcards four or five months later when I was comatose in the hills north of Corvallis.  Patty was an art major but I met her when she was a waitress and graduated and working at a Japanese restaurant that was known as Joshuu-ya. She was squeezing out white towels and looked unhappy when I was working there and snarfing sushi while i washed dishes.  The sushi chef was there illegally, at least according to Patty.  It was a good place.  Good food.  She'd sneak me scoops of green tea in the back when nobody was looking.  Somebody's always looking however.  So anyway, nothing happened.  I destroyed some very fine glass and a very fine door and dead bolt.  None of which are living.  So seems like a big deal to me because I still miss her, but other people maybe didn't even know it happened at all.

  The police put me in Berkeley jail where I was doing secret ninjutsu hand formations, and they opened the door and did nothing to me, put the cuffs on and drove me to Highland Hospital, aka hell.  Then my dad drove down and broke me out of there.  He said we had to climb over a fence and go back to Oregon so we did.  You should have seen his eyes when he was staring at that Oakland map and trying to figure out the right routes to drive back from Highland Hospital in Oakland (now closed), to north of Cowvallis where I grew up.  In the hills.  We're basically hill people.  LMFAOAlmost.  When you are really confused and don't know where to turn, dad is there for you.  At least as long as he's alive. :(


Friday, September 11, 2020

willamette

Thursday, August 20, 2020

Thursday, August 20 12:24am

Nada

Tuesday, August 18, 2020

at karate

It's Tuesday night and im at karate.

Tuesday, August 11, 2020

Scrolling and liking

 I'm scrolling and liking.

Thursday, August 06, 2020

kumite 1976

https://youtu.be/jKQ2KS3qoLs

Friday, July 31, 2020

chocolate malted

an you imagine drinking a Pure Leaf right after a chocolate malted? Or a root beer on top of a piece of cake with icing?

Monday, July 20, 2020

tha street

Some days I think I should do something useful.

Sunday, July 12, 2020

Wednesday, June 17, 2020

~ ~~~~~

I started with Polish and then Russian and then started with Japanese because Shotokan is Japanese and reading Japanese is really difficult and requires hours and hours of study.

Thursday, June 11, 2020

grass

Grass

Sunday, May 17, 2020

Jon Tillis

Jon Tillis is in jail for trying to break into John Hroza's house last night.  He's manic and out of control.  Sad because he was supposed to be in our new band.

Wednesday, May 13, 2020

Monday, May 11, 2020

larena

Shawanda just left with the pizza.

Monday, May 04, 2020

deep woods band

https://www.reverbnation.com/thedeepwoodsband/song/27342689-13-baby-we-got-nothin

Wednesday, April 29, 2020

strolls

I strode over to Dixon Creek today twice, and then drove over to southcorvallistown to wander a bit in Willamette Park, and got a nice view of the river.  Now if I could just quit smoking.

Tuesday, April 28, 2020

late-night thrills

I need a xanax

Monday, April 27, 2020

nothing

Nothing

Tuesday, April 21, 2020

Jerry Garcia=love

  • erry Garcia=love @mountain girl @nashville, oregon. Deb Trist Token Jackson... ~ summit, oregon.... The grateful dead never toured Japan. Albert Collins played at the Budokan. Highly recommended. also check out Allman Brothers Florida Bandshell 85 or so. John Mayer is a lousy guitarist. If the most intelligent he can say is he used to sleep with african american chicks, then he's got some serious real time problems. There's another guitarist who played in the Rock Collection with Melvin Seals and another drummer and another guitarist that played at Cozmic a few years ago and he was great. He started with a song by the Band, and his voice was soulful and he had about a million pickups on his guitar. It was nice to see Melvin Seals too, hadn't laid eyes on him since my 3 JGB Warfield SF '88 shows. Thank you Solomon Samuels for getting the tickets and setting that up and obtaining the MDMA. Sol Samuels is not on fzbook but there never was a greater fan of Jerry Garcia than he, and he sold me a lot of good marijuana at Barrington Student Cooperative (check wikipedia) in Berkeley in '88. When I was studying East Asian Languages at UC Berkeley, living in Barrington, doing workshifts, playing my guitar and getting stoned as hell, trying to memorize Kanji the next morning as I stroll to class burnt out from all the weed smoking the previous night. Tying my yellow fever with the grateful dead experience was always problematic. My girlfriend at the time Patty Eng, didn't like the lines "she's brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water." from Wake of the Flood, weather report suite. I guess it doesn't matter what color or shape you are when you're kneeling down to gather water, because if you do that, you are at least getting water, which is what's needed to defeat this covid19 scourge. I can't even visit my friend in Portland because his mini three person family is isolating like good citizens.
  • Christopher David Farrell What happened to Cherry Garcia flavor at the local 7/11?
  • Christopher David Farrell So anyway, some dude was very friendly with me at Cozmic when I told him how long it had been since I saw Melvin Seals. Melvin makes me break down crying, really. But I didn't think much of the other guitarist. Pretty lame actually. So I knew Blue Lotus was playing at Luckey's around the coroner, so I walked over there and Felix Blades was totally shredding! It was awesome. Then the bass player thought I wanted the wrong bathroom or something. That was unpleasant. The woman in the band is great too. They kept losing keyboard players. Now Felix is going to Lane, which is maybe the best place for such a talented dead diaspora guitarist of that age. Things can get pretty exciting when you're 19 and can shred on the guitar. RIP Tif. This is all guaranteed true. I watch the documentary of the dead and other bands travelling across canada obsessively. Everybody was skinny then! I need to drop twenty pounds, and I can only do 25 situps. My second chakra hasn't been getting a workout, is the simple truth of it.
  • Christopher David Farrell I'd reread all these words but I have to go outside and smoke.
  • Christopher David Farrell Jerry in Jail is my favorite recording. Oregon State Prison, 1984. Jerry Garcia and John Kahn. RIP John Kahn.
  • Christopher David Farrell they do Ruben and Cherise

Wednesday, April 15, 2020

@$!#

Now i know the phone can seem a bit heavy at times but I advice ebery barringtonian to try to pick up the phone and call their fellow barringtonians. Preferably on a landline. Talking audibly to your fellows or sisters is good because tone of voice can be determined. We may find out we all speak English. And yes spellinf matters. Spliffs matter. Then next is the meatspace reunion. As opposed to cavorting in cyberspace. These newfangled computers are of no use. I need physical people around but im agoraphobic and afraid of hwifhts. This took me a while to type out on my cellslab so i hope y'all appreciate my English skills and the straight path. 🇷🇺 🇵🇱 🇯🇵 check inclementreality.blogspot.com for more of my bukowskiesque ravings. My problem is I don't know my audience for the blog. I have paper zines also for sale. DM me for the address. Five dollars each. im looking to cash in on years of art ~ My bank account is overdrawn and im in debt. True dat. And I'm not an actor and try not to lie. I'm 50. 37 years of Shotokan. I'm totally not the type to do karate full time. I'm a lover not a fighter. So send me $$$. *loathesome snicker* barringtonians rock. Berkeley is fun. More good music.

Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Reggaemylitis

Monday, April 13, 2020

Monday, April 06, 2020

Saturday, April 04, 2020

~

This is a new post for the press of being a new post.

Monday, March 30, 2020

fun

 think this is a faster connection for my email because it's connected to Comcast, my internet provider.  Anyway it's better for typing because there is less delay. 
  That's some pretty stunning information you just provided there.
  
  So I bought a couple of t-shirts from her foundation because I like her and she was a friend of mine on Fzbook for quite a while until she defriended me.  I can be strange.  Lots of people on zuckbook that have blocked me but still think I'm cool, or more to the point, some people aren't even on facebook that you wish were on facebook.

Sunday, February 09, 2020

pressure drop

:)
I am composing this on my blog, trying to use proper verbiage, as if self consciously transcribing a letter that is going to be read.

Saturday, February 08, 2020

https://www.facebook.com/tokenrhymes/videos/254331178831857/

Friday, February 07, 2020

maintenance

I decided to try to do an hour of work around the house a day, cleaning, maintenance, or gardening, so I have been doing that since I got back and my roommate is happy about that.  The house looks a lot better and I am ready to destroy the blackberries in the back and then rake the leaves off the lawn and try to get the lawn back into a decent mowed looking state.  Then Bruce, the roommate, said he can help build some new raised beds, because the three that are out there now are in need of replacement.
Then I can get some planting going maybe, and replace the strawberries in the raised beds in front, and do a bunch of other shit.  I cleaned up the garage for the first time in about year, so now I'm not surrounded by marijuana detritus.
Furthermore, John and Jon and I are going to start getting together weekly to jam.  The name of our band is Mystic Zombie Prison of the Mind.  Jon Tillis is an odd character, 57, who plays guitar and has a house full of amplifiers.  He lives toward the coast in what formerly was the country but recently was built up, so he's surrounded by apartment buildings.  His girlfriend Jodi and John and Jon have been jamming for a few years now, but I'm not sure what's going on with her.  Jon just got out of jail again.  He tends to get erratic when he gets manic, I hear. 
Anyway, I have been driving down to see a dead jam on Thursday nights in Eugene.  I recognize a lot of faces and people say hi to me, and they all seem to get along great.  Some of it seems to be somewhat silly, as in people put a Grateful Dead skull on the back of their jacket so they can be part of a group or something.  But the redeeming factor is that it is populated by some good musicians...and so it doesn't seem to get old.  They play Viola Lee Blues a lot, Loser, Morning Dew, Gomorrah, Bird Song, Cats Under the Stars, Althea, After Midnight, Midnight Moonlight.  Furthermore I got invited to a party.  But I couldn't understand much of what the person was saying, so I might miss it.
  With sincerest regards,
 

tour heads dead caravan

Another familiar jam out down in Eugene with familiar faces.

Thursday, February 06, 2020

the song that he played was the carnival parade

what in the world comes of the moments and seconds that progress while the fingers type out word?  Hard to figure out much of anything these days.  There was a large amount of reading involved in the trip back from Florida.

Monday, January 27, 2020

new post

I leave for florida soon. The people drone on on the radio. All is weariness 

Friday, January 24, 2020

pro forma

Having to type in my writing through a cell phone merely makes things harder, but at least I always have a phone with me these days.  And nothing to type in. Just the silence and the long days going by with nothing to show for them. I live in silence, and there is not that much that can be done about that. 

  Something on the radio about people suing people.

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

Dweeb

Trading insults over text message is a total waste of my time.  Most of my time seems spent on the couch, surfing the internet, looking for some data to fill in the immense loneliness that is my existence.  I spend most of my time contemplating the silence, vaping nicotine endlessly, drinking coffee, feeding the cat treats, and otherwise keeping happy the cat.
  It's a drag that I have such morons for friends, and the whole of humanity seems to have taken a different direction than I have.  I don't understand where I'm supposed to be or what kind of thing I am supposed to do, and instead just end up watching a whole lot of television.

Friday, January 17, 2020

Sorrowful attitude.

J: I was listening to a radio show about the underlying awareness of it all, and techniques for lucid dreaming, an eventual astral travel.
C: Shove it up your ass
J:The fuck is your problem?
  You can't move on?
  Be suck a prick about reality.
  Your getting nowhere, but into the same old rut you created in the first place.  I don't require negativity like yours to get by on a daily basis.
  Snap out of it!
  Just because I call3d you out for what I considered to be behaving as a gaslighter doesn't meant I think you are that way at all times.
  You're the one whom said you don't need friends like me for a hole in the head.
C:I need friends that don't irrationally accuse me of being threatening.  You didn't make the cut.
J:You need people to scrutinize your behavior when it's over the edge, and out of line.  Otherwise you'd just be a tyrant.  It's you who hasn't made the cut.
C:Shove it up your ass.
   Psycho
J:You've even given up on karate
  I don't like your attitude these days.
  Fact is I rarely likedit beforewhen you were acting some what sane.
C:Shove your sanity up your ass
J:Yeah, right, I'm the psycho here.
C:Yeah you've clearly showed that to be true.
J:You are acting irrational. Unreadonable. You sh9uld be ashamed.  You're supposed to be the elder in this situation but you act like a thug.
C:I'm not the one making irrational accusations.
    I really don't know what the fuck is wrong with your head.
J:You dwell in the negative.  You're a bottom feeder.
C:Shove the negativity up your ass
   I just find you mildly annoying.  Beyond that I couldn't care less.
J:Everything becomes ugly with you involved lately.  Your problem is you don't seem to have a conscience.
C:I don't take certain accusations lightly.
J:You are acting like a cocksmoker.
C:And the fact that you made them at all reflects badly on your rationality.
  You're like a little child
  I'm looking for friends, not head cases.
J:They weren't accusations.  I actually experienced your modern opperandum as to being that of a gaslighter.  Maybe you are hopelessly unable to get beyond it too.
  There is a reason oeople don't get along with you Chris, and you are unfortunateley continueing to show as to why.
C:You were accusing me of shit which is not happening
J:Saying I'm lile a little child is gaslighting you fucking idiot.  I give up on you.  Fuck off.
C:I don't need that treatment.
    Oh, now it's bothering you?
    I really don't know what's going through your mind.
J:Then don't bring it upon yourself moron.
C:Shove it up your ass, angry bear.
J:You are going on in my mind.  I said fuck off, and I meant it
C:Have a lousy day.
J:Youre the one who is angry and fearful. Demon possessed, and full of himself.  It's like your mind never matured out of puberty.
C:You're delusional and irrational.
J:I'll have what ever day I make of it.  Curse your own life fool.
C:Fuck you too
J:Delusional and irrational my ass.  You're just bored and pathetic.
C:That's true
  But bored and pathetic isn't a crime.
  You are a disappointment.
  You don't seem to even recall accurately the bullshit you were attesting to.
  I don't appreciate the accusations.
J:You probably don't even know what a gaslighter was until I pointed it out to you.  And that pissed you off.  Serves you right for having the attitude to begin with.
C:I know what a gaslighter is.
   I've never been a gaslighter.
J:I recal a fair enough to know that I'm tired of your winey woe is me attitude bringing others down.  I tried to put a stop to it but you had to go and be an unresolved sinner.
  I don't need people lime you in mu life either. Your fucked.
C:I guess we agree on that.
   Go see a psychiatrist.
J:Your reccurent attitude is sorrowful. Go sully someone elseses day.  And fuck the fuck off.
C:Yeah thanks for nothing
J:I tried to rectify tge situation but you were trying to make me apologize for calling you out on your bullshit, and so that was not going to happen.
  Nothing would be me not trying
C:That's not what happened.
  You made some wild accusations based on nothing.
  Which makes me question your judgement in general.
J:I've put more into trying to round out your rough edges than you have to be sure.  Your dad probably never had time to help you develope a decent personality.  Either that; or he didn't do a very good job.
  Judge not least though be judged
C:Your role seems to be that of insulting me in every way possible.
  You're not making yourself look good.
  My dad was a good guy.  He's a good role model.
  He wasn't going around insulting people.
J:Your shove it up your ass becavior called for it.  If you werent such an asshole about things..,would've different, but they are not.
  And I have a feeling they never will be.  So give it up.  Move on.  Find someone else to leak your rotting puss to.
C:You're not giving me a good reason for your behavior.
J:Leave me alone.
C:This is going to make a great story.

Monday, January 13, 2020



Another long day of nothing, staring out of the window from the couch.  I never leave, it seems, and the rain never stops falling.  The cat goes outdoors now and then.💬💬💬💬💬💬

Friday, January 03, 2020

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Up late again, but not so late for me. Wondering what the facebook phenomenon will turn into. Wondering why I don't put subjects in my sentences. The brain waves that used to function in college seem to be long gone, replaced by the retained knowledge of typing and some long words. The cat is interested in the rain. Willie is singing Angel Too Far From the Sun. Each day seems much the same.