someone told me tumblr was good for posting pictures. So here is a picture. 

A mystical stork named Chauncey brought me here all the way from East L.A. when I was but a wee baby. I grew up in the parakeet diamond mines in Kentucky where I was spoon fed corn for the first 5 years of my life. After breaking free I walked all the way to Florida and found my way into Disney world via a IKEA furniture box wrapped in duct tape and a clever Trojan Horse scheme. After being discovered one morning after a night of debauchery passed out in the Asian food court at Epcot I was ousted from the Magic Kingdom and forced to live on the streets of Celebration Florida. One day while rummaging through a trash can an Iguana crawled out of the debris and announced himself as Ken Jones. Amazed at a talking iguana living in a garbage can I instantly fired up a conversation. Ken explained he had been searching for the Arc of the Covenant in Miami when a shaman named Rodalpho transfigured him into a talking iguana and took a boat back to Haiti before the spell could be undone. Me and Ken stuck together. 2 weeks before my 12th birthday me and Ken stowed away on a garbage barge and road to Haiti in search of the witch doctor. We traveled all through Haiti and the Dominican Republic in search of the mystic Rodalpho. It wasn’t until we caught Slayer on their international tour in Port-Au-Prince that we struck gold. After a long night of doing blow and and drinking rum we found him on the nod in front of a liquor store surrounded by a crowd of heathens. Ken fended them off by whipping them with his tail and we dragged Rodalpho to safety. The next morning he was thankful and reversed the spell on Ken. When Ken became human again I moved on to the next chapter of my life. 

One night after doing a lot of cocaine I was abducted by aliens while walking through a corn field. On board the fantastic spaceship the 4 dimensional time machine I learned the secrets of Wilhelm Reich, Yggdrasil, and how humans settled on planet earth because they had ventured too far away from their original home planet 400 light years away from Proxima Centauri. Utterly fascinated with what I had learned I asked permission to return to my home planet. I was beamed into the Embarcadero BART station in San Francisco California, not by choice, not by fate, but destiny. In San Francisco I spent my days telling people about my clash with visitors from outer space, how legit crop circles were, and how intensive orgone therapy had changed my life.

One day while riding the 71 bus I met a girl from Tunisia who asked me to deposit a penny in her piggy bank, I gave her a pocket full of change. For this she was grateful and gave me a rock from her homeland. She told me she would levitate tonight and I would feel a ding in the back of my mind. That night when I went to sleep on the corner of Haight Ashbury in the highly coveted RVCA door way I had a spectacular dream. I dreamed that I was being chased by a tragically hip mall goth through a castle full coral busts of unknown Deities. Edward Leedskalnin was waiting for me at the end of the hall and the Mall goth dissipated. He announced I had become Immortal and I would be the next Highlander.

I awoke startled by the vision. I went to China town and bought myself a really nice imitation samurai sword to accentuate my elite Highlander status. Than, whilst slaying imaginary demons with my samurai sword, in the Tenderloin, at about 2 am in the morning, I heard a magical noise being emitted from a portable radio device. “What are these strange transmissions?” I asked myself. The radio was being guarded by a home bum. I told him “I am the highlander and I will duel you for your radio” He explained it was the John Coltrane quartet and the song was afro blue. He introduced himself as Crispy. I ended up trading Crispy a Lemurian seed quartz for his radio and went back to slaying demons. That is when I decided it was time to reunite with my long lost companion the ex-iguana Ken Jones.

I stood next to the freeway for 3 days before I got picked up. It was a guy in flat bed ford. Ironically the song take it easy by The Eagles was playing on the radio. He told me he had absconded with a safe full of guns from a mansion in Hollywood and had buried it at a truck stop on the California Arizona border… TO BE CONTINUED

for Ute, who makes me shine, 

Drive right of the face of the planet

Past the moon

to each planet, any beyond distant galaxies

Adrift in a sea of stars, We could sail to a distant moon

Around the edge of a black hole, gaseous nebulae where suns glow in efflorescence,

Through a channel of meteors,

where we name the constellations after the creation of our own mythology.

Comets echo in distant space,

The chromatic harmony of our instruments divide in waves to rhythms born unto the astral bodies occupying our souls.

We travel beyond the experiences of our world into the future,

Frequencies that resonate beyond that of what we can hear,

To distant planes beyond the universe,

where light engulfs infinite darkness and life transcends the inevitable collapse,

where we forever exist in love

<3

-Hunter

I had a dream I got caught squatting outside of whole foods behind some pallets, I got denied sleeping at one space via San Diego kids that don’t like me. I went into whole foods and played some kind of food organizing game. Someone told me I should catch a ride with them in there vehicle and I retrieved my army issue backpack from behind a bunch of pallets at whole foods. They got mad and told me I should sleep there because i could get crushed and were pulling the pallets away as I was backing up. I got into the van with a bunch of hippies and they asked me to drive It was a European style car with the steering wheel on the opposite side. I kept speeding for some reason. Than I flipped a van because the steering wheel and foot pedals were reversed. Woke up, I had a dream I got locked inside my grandma’s house with David. I used two forks to push the locks in and we got out. Somehow I walked off, got recruited to a special forces team. We were fighting some kind of crazy demon, I followed two of my team members into a cave made of sand. One guy started fighting the demon bare fisted and eventually beat him. Another guy threatened to shoot the demon at point blank range with a rocket launcher but the demon had dissipated. I am not sure if it was defeated or fled. We all went and sat down in the corner and who walks in? Bret and Chime with Gizem. Me and Gizem start talking about DMT and she tells me she had a 20 hour DMT binge one time. Than someone offers me ayahuasca and we both denied them and someone says I hate ayahuasca. I look up and Brent is passing a bowl around and packs me a bowl of hash. : ). I look to my right and chime is sitting next to me I begin to talk to her about me getting arrested. She says “they went easy on you, you could be sitting in prison for 5 years for a charge like that” Than she tells me that one of the best things I could do would be to draw two bald eagles and send them to my judge, as if someway of saying thank you. Than Brent comes up to me and hands me a plane ticket dated for February Second. He tells me that is when my mission will be over. All this time I am worried about making my probation appointment on the 21s of July.

Creepy, mystic dreams. I woke up and sat down and started remembering it all. 

• Well here I am, reaching over some cans of beer.
• Secondly we have Dan from noisebridge.

It was a cold night in San Francisco, I wore thin layers of clothes for some reason. A memorable birthday party, they had some wicked looking green gummy worm cake. About 30 people had gathered for the evening, a cramped hallway coming in. I drank some homemade absinthe offered to me by Anya and Zaria whom previously I had known from Golden Gate park. Most of the time was spent people watching, having loose conversations with Vassy and folks that walked by. I had come with two of my friends from soma plus the lovely miss Nikole.  Afterwards we dropped into noisebridge hacker space.

Noisebridge is a large collective of people interested in technology. Every Monday I believe is the circuit bending work shop. Dan welcomed us in, he had just came from the set of a porno being simulcast across the web. He confirmed he was only drinking in the background while everyone in the middle of the room had an orgy or something.. .

Anyway, Noisebridge (2169 Mission St.) is a really great place. The first thing I noticed was the vintage elevator coming in. A large lift, big enough to fit a couple bikes. Noisebridge is on the second floor. I was not expecting it to be this big! Florescent lights filled the space, large windows let you see out to Market St. I noticed a robotics module across the room. There were tables set up where people could congregate. Next to the table were couches centered around a large screen projector. The room consisted of other things like: a large bike rack, kitchen area, a wall full of items to hack, a bathroom, etc,..

After that I was a little cold and tired and headed back with my friend’s. 

-H