let’s just say the same thing in different ways
let’s just say the same thing in different ways
Gotcha.
a place to kneel and ponder infinite space
tough stuff
heard a woman singing this over and over one morning. like a question. and an answer.
make me an offer
a place I love to go
underground, in the ceiling, in the air
i remember the heat
I do sometimes.
to remember: crystallize with music
one day a birthday present opened, a month or two ago, a breeze, a wish, and on to now
a series of short pieces I’m doing for a thing
walk around the block
working on working on
lost the rhythm, I APOLOGIZE FOREVER
blast it to fucking hell
away from thee, away to see, away from
a place in memory, a place ever there
buncha punky bull everywhere
I’ll follow you into way back when and pretend I appreciate it as much as I should
I never said these had to be good! world overrun overrun overrun by the worst humans ever born oh my
imagined, a kind of washup, easy to be relived.
really never enough can be expressed, the Love and Gratitude I try to make with music
I’ll meet you there,
I hope.
(there is here, and everything is fine)
((love is the tapestry is the analogy I never could put into words))
maybe i’ll just chop up something I already worked on… ok?
I am not gone, just kind of out of rhythm, I wanted to do this finallllly so here!
I should put up my tapestry yeah?
sorry I’ve been out a while, there was a promised obliteration and I couldn’t act normal
also just driving through california
forever
lost in a deserted world
at the end of the beginning
a place a time a lost time
it’s worth it
fomo
forgetter
forget her
innocents killed by the stupidest creeps ever born
a world torn
by cowering
to a fucking imbecile
glory glory to all the warmongers and their fucking misery
i hope hell is real just so that toilet rump forever boils to a crisp
…
a big bang
a tangerine
a little twisting
hammering
glamour wing
clamor sing
disappear into the opening
the hopening
happening
alone upone and stammering
backwards fling
tracker
to the beginning of the beginning
on the way to
fire
sorry it has been a while
the world has been dissolving
and I was sick too
all hail anyone who
is the opposite of whatever all this fucking bullshit fucking is
this goes out to the people traumatized, for no reason other than someone’s evil, actual evil
above it all above it all above it all
psychological warfare on the world
is it good enough?
who cares!
I mean
what are we even doing at this point
I invite the light
and I would kindly say
I invite the light
I invite the light
every day every day at the edge of the cliff
drown in sound
watching the watching the
death of truth
may the swords be
fallen on
it can happen here
it is happening here
it is happening here
it is happening here
joyless men, here to take you