Scratch: Spirit and Flesh

(Author – Scratch)

Tomorrow I’m getting my tiny, inverted nipples pierced by Fakir Musafar.

I can’t WAIT!


All the Time.

Midday Saturday. It’s raining. I’m taking a much needed time off and timeout.

Give it Time…

And I sit. Here… music floating dust across the waves. LIght dancing on a thousand little motes, glittering above sheeted raindrops pressed flat. Across a drowned desert, lizards into fish, cacti into seaweed, rock to coral. Devouring myself, my thoughts kittens in play. Stone monasteries on grey cliff faces, grey-green moss on rock. Sea pounding, storm of muted color, weather turned to contemplation. Things deep below the surface of tears fallen, into deep shadows and ravines. –MRG 1996.

Puttered the afternoon away with house cleaning. Meditated on context. As always attempting to contextualize myself and process all the latest adventures…

Goodness it started snowing great-big-fat-flakes.

“Dogs don’t look up.”

I had some tentative plans to head to NYC with Miss Jane next week but I’m finding myself a little too crunched for time. Need a few extra weeks to get my poop in a group (as Miss Jane is fond of saying). In keeping with the spirt of grouping poop I’m attempting to get a little writing and site maintenance in.

Keep getting distracted by random things. For example; I borrowed History Of Madness by Foucault from my sister Owl. And started looking it over. The first page I turn to reads:

Slowly, the difference between dementia and stupidity became more pronounced, not simply in terms of chronological distinctiveness but also as an opposition in the world of actions. Stupidity acted upon the very domain of sensation: an imbecile was insensible to light and noise, while a demented person was merely indifferent. The first type receives nothing from the outside world: the second ignores what is given to him. One is refused the reality of the outside world; for the second, its truth is of no importance…

What difference, then, was to be established between stupidity and a congenital infirmity of the senses? If dementia was taken as a trouble of the judgement, and stupidity as a deficiency of the senses, was there not a risk that a blind man or a deaf mute might be mistaken for an imbecile?…

There could be no question of dementia regarding an animal that was not destined to possess reason in the full sense of the word. Was the problem therefore limited to the sensory organs?…

It was therefore neither sight or hearing that were affected, but rather the organ or faculty that organizes the sensations into perceptions, turning a colour into an object, or a sound into a name…

What is closest to sensation in the soul or in the activities of the spirit is paralyzed under the effects of imbecility, whereas in dementia what is affected is that functioning of reason, inasmuch as it is free and detached from sensation. –Foucault.

Oh yummy. Think I’m looking forward to this read. Thanks Owl. Oh and this is a nice one:

Madness is equinox between the vanity of fantasies of the night and the non-being of judgements of the light. –Foucault.

On a somewhat related (though most certainly not the same) note; this set is dedicated to all my estranged Equinoxs’. Thank you for being a part of my life.

We Made a Mountain…

And thou shalt not put a stumbling block before the blind.   (Lev 19:14)

New Year’s Goodies.

Stygian introduced me to this gem of a song:


A few weeks back Scratch sent me a link to Lee Harrington’s site,  I took a peek around, flipped through the pages of his site the way I would a magazine, then tucked it into the back of my brain where the ‘I should add a link on my site’ category resides. A few weeks later, low and behold while enjoying a cup of salt lake roasted and french pressed coffee, (with honey and cream cause I know you care), at Miss Jane’s place, I snooped through her book collection. At the bottom of a stack of kink related books was Sacred Kink: the Eightfold Paths of BDSM and Beyond By Lee Harrington.  I asked to take it home (of course). I’m finding it valuable and would like to take more time to discuss a few points so stay tuned.

I See Jesus Coming For Me.

Here’s a little something funny I discovered thanks to a friend.

A Better Pain Scale.

Keeps makein me laugh.