phish

•SUBSCRIBE TO ORANGE COASTcontactabout uspromotionsadvertisemarketplace
July 13 | 67.0°
<< Click to view this months cover

O.C. Weddings Charitable Events The Unending Tale of Philip K. Dick

By Patrick J. Kiger / Illustrations by Joseph Adolphe

Precious places, shared swatted mosquitoes, solo walks in the mountains & lakes, dead on the streets, but watching from the peaks... I scratch my skin to never forget.

Sun rises and eclipses the lonely meaningless night... so meaningful just a few hours ago.

Tear drops and closed caskets... will I forever be alone?

What do we got to look forward to these days?

We gonna have to do somethin...

Sometimes the library unveils wonders, other times just dust.

Shipping up to Boston, Ayy ayy ohh.
I'm a Sailor Peg
I lost my Leg

Thunder plays an old familiar tune
Last rights for no-shows is not the real thing
The thing that matters is the person, who was put here for a reason.

What gives you the right to quit when you're tired?
Is it the fact that you carry your wisdom like a knife,
Or the rumour that you carry your knives like a virtue?

All I know is that Grandpa Campbell used to tell stories...
Live and learn, crash and burn.
Make some stances, and take some chances...

Laugh and love and take all life has to give.

I wouldn't change it, even if I could.

...

'Tis a beautiful day, as anxiety disappears, like vapours from a clouded room what's sprung a door.

Silence is golden, silence is deafening.

Senses compensate for one another, so why wouldn't we?
Feel free.

Times three, as we multiply our moments of mirth.
The pi day multiplied by the square root of nothingness, equals the present tension.

Subtract our lonely afternoons, add the early full moons, forget the setting faith.

Irish car bombs are both a drink and a horrible presence. Like Manhattan.

I sent a package to you, today.

You looked at it then turned it away.

Flipped the door down and dropped out of sight.

As your picture fades into the night.

You looked at me this morning, and said.

You do but do not like our bed.

What kind of contradiction is that?

Should I flip it over to help your back?

Or were you just being vague and mystere...

Just trying to whisper in my ear...

You do but do not enjoy games.

And who's this guy calling you, "James?"