make way for joy and catastrophe somewhere in your entire psyche make room for all do it all
make way for joy and catastrophe somewhere in your entire psyche make room for all do it all
a fool was made
a fool out of me
I cool I cool
the fool the fool
way to break the ice way to break the ice
a place away from the place away from the place
a sweet song pulled apart all the way to observe from far away
I like to go to a coffee shop on friday and make music because it gets me out of the studio
notoriously breezy
been practicing, for October.
crazy how a seemingly repeatable moment is absolutely not repeatable.
endless hot
Harkening back to ye olde times of two weeks ago.
let’s just say the same thing in different ways
Gotcha.
a place to kneel and ponder infinite space
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 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
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
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
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
…
on the way to
fire
sorry it has been a while
the world has been dissolving
and I was sick too
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!
drown in sound
watching the watching the
death of truth
may the swords be
fallen on
what a disgrace
just
make music? I don’t know
not thy revery
I know it has basically ruined everything and so
SORRY I’ve been gone
doing things such as
go around and around and around