Crazy muthaf@#$ who swishes onto the scene like some Errol Flynn of the underworld, shakes people's preconceptions, jars loose their inhibitions, gets them to make art and party together, gives out megablocks of his soul in every interaction, and manages to look dashing in three days of scruff and Albert Einstein's coiffure.

He's a ticking timebomb of creative potential, a wizard of fun, and a spinning dynamo of generousness and sincerity. And I've told him so.

Few people in life have made me utter "brother" as a term of endearment. He's on that short list.

Girls, go get him, he deserves all your worship and affection. But leave a little breath in him because I wanna go hiking with him later.

Thanks Dan, for being a friend.

“TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

When I met (wh‘I’M) it was a glorious day of mirth and laughter! Drawn together after eons of separation, WE “SAT DOWN” and immediately identified the Zen Lunatic in each other! Ho ho… what joy, WHAT POETRY! One need only look to the “Knight of Wands”, in the “Book of Thoth” to identify this young man! Hair a BLAZE, upon FIERY wings! Wielding FIERY brand, arm extend, charging on steed, INTO the FUTURE! To quote Rap Brown “BURN… baby… BURN!!!” or in my own words “Leaves that FLAME golden red like FIRE in the night and BURN upon their holy tree their last dying light, know but beauty in their deaths!” To know (wh‘I’M) is to know youth, truth, not the closeted oppression of mistrust and old age! He’s probably BLUSHING, BURNING RED but to know (wh‘I’M) is to know Pan, Perceval! Grab onto this roller coaster ride of “divine conduction” INSTRUCTION he is defiantly worth it!

whoever this man is, he's definitely a race car driver on acid with electrified hair from somewhere wayyyyy the f*#k out there infiltrating consciousness with poetry and divebombing the status quo with Tibetan bells......a mad scientist of divine spark living out stories of radical faith merging with the impossible under the influence of some mysterious superhero strength......
and doing ALL of this dancing on the head of a pin in the middle of his own self created little storm of ChaOs.......laughing, gesticulating wildly, and dreaming up nEw NowS.......BurNinG the BoX for a wiLDeR more PoTeNt eXpErIeNcE...
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