REVERIES

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

a slice of joy, of someone’s joy, of shared joy, a moment, a lost afternoon, a lost three years

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

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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