Streak finger draws on retinas / “Something very intense is vibrating the ether right now man.”
Caution: Cryptic
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L.I.F.E.
“Just trying to get through the day without any incidents, and hobbies are for passing the time.”
Tirath Singh Nirmala – Bluster Cragg and Awe – “Faleaflowstream.” Thanks bro I needed that.
Bom bom, Have a nice dream
Ex-Cocaine – Keep America Mellow: None of my friends like this record and they all make fun of it when I play it. Ben Caves in Lexington managed to bro down with these dudes in Missoula and was there in the basement when they did their thing, somewhere across the smoke, and wow, someone agrees with me that this is the best hippie band. Listened to this on repeat all summer while I knocked down trees with a sawzall, sweating into dissolving t-shirts, pants giving way until I cut them off, pockets all ripped out and full of holes, mosquitos in Mike’s house hovering on my legs, piling bricks into a perfect chimneys to aerate the ground, to release ancient underground fires. Brightest saddest summerfade on flat tire bikes and concussed brains on Chestnut Street bridge, dumb riffs and drug smoke and singing the July tunes drunk on August nights. Saddest brightest most straightforward and unexpected psych beast, just like verything in my everything.
The boys took me to Poughkeepsie on Saturday, rode with them in the back seat passenger side. Michael fell asleep to the Converge record. I am starting a Mindflayer-style band called Drugdealer with the next awesome drummer who doesn’t give a shit that approaches me about it with any level of seriousness, if Jake doesn’t get on it first. I knocked some people over on an ice sheet and everything happened and happened and happened again.
Wrapping up my computer job, feels good to be near completion. Doing another one and another one. Never been so busy, too busy to set up action and wildness.
And it’s already all such old old news. Might go on tour with them for a while in May, might sing in the woods with Pink Des dudes tomorrow, what else is new / what can ever be new.
Tatter Blurts:
Sleeps ferocious while hand caresses the satin time-slip. and cares for these times. and are the mess
American mouth wonders aloud, What next, where do we go next, what do we do now.