Houston has cut that shit out with the rain. My friend calls and says Austin had some snow. But did it stick, I ask. No, not really. Ha and ha. Look at your South. You’ve got it good. Thanks for having me! Yeah, I’m here. I’m at the doorstep of your February and audiences are…… Continue reading You fill in your blank
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My Pure Thing
make more sense of life going further in no allusions are made to coffee drinking as something deep it is just something I do, for now, today something mentioned on either side of the napkin and the screwdriver gradually wears into my palm forming a blister and it bursts putting together new furniture from the…… Continue reading My Pure Thing
December Notes
Talk of… GOOD INTENTIONS. Just talking. The talk does not manifest itself always into anything other than itself? Let me say, this wisdom pouring out is manifest in the act of humanity’s ability to question. And on top of that, it’s ability to question the question. That is some acid infinity mirror kind of shit,…… Continue reading December Notes
Friday (August) Notes
Driving around, you’re in the midst of a lot of chaos, anguish, hurry. There’s little peace to be had. On our way back we stopped at a gas station. A homeless man asked me for money, which I didn’t have, even in change, but he broke out in drunken conversation with me anyway, insisting on…… Continue reading Friday (August) Notes
The Mind Screen
a mental pain the anguish squish you step on a bug this part of town is roach infested brochures don’t tell this we don’t read brochures a mental pain hardly can define itself the blinding pain… in a book somewhere says the pain enables one to point to the miracle I tend to the garden…… Continue reading The Mind Screen
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This advance copy of Thom Yorke’s The Eraser has been in constant rotation as an attempt to figure out what he’s getting at. The feel of it is more personal, tortured, desperate. . . . Monday: I’ve been to some quiet hells. One being a courthouse room where I sat and waited my turn to…… Continue reading Untitled
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I have some friends who are young, passionate, confused, and wrestling with seriously pissed off demons with age and experience. It’ll take at least a decade to shake them free. I worry about my friends like I worried and still worry about myself. So much has come into clarity and has not surprisingly formed new…… Continue reading Untitled
June notes
Though I cannot drum worth shit, I can write and dance around in the paragraph. There are a few dances that come out of me that mimic bringing down the universe, and they need only to come out when they feel like coming out. Most always what summons them are the drums. . . .…… Continue reading June notes
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good morning wi-heads. thoughts thought thinking… we, I, am, us, caught up on language. there is a space of existence where language spoken is in fact in the way. you look out through understanding. there is this state of existence hardly touched. why? why is it outlawed? because they want you to shop at Walmart.…… Continue reading Untitled
terms you must come to
“Don’t die with your music still in you.” -Wayne Dyer I have to think about… I have to make plans for what I’m going to do with myself once my friends hit the road in a month (they’re probably not coming back anytime soon). I have to think about the emotional state I’m going to…… Continue reading terms you must come to
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