Approaching In Quintesesence / Music lifts the pain / unrestrained / Wait until December / Snakes and adders / Kevin Haskins / Minutes Won't Allow Saturday Self Portraits / Angry Culture Won't Allow / Hanky Panky Nohow

 

Nothing frightens me more

creatures of the slight

fright nite me more me moreso new how we sew the blue glow / Afterburn / Adam Sherburne Consolidated

Works In progress

leaps / rips / stripes / pipes / tripe / hype / American hit parade

 All of my life,

Loose at the end

Of my tether,

Who is and isn’t you? In the dust of the feather?

Feel the dawn, comes to the train

Time me and you blew your fucted eroticism

C’monalive cherries sometime you and me, pulled, baskets folded into blue

Primped n purple pulpwood pupil pup papa new gin-ee

shimmy 

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Calling / Changed Your Mind / No Return / Respect / Roundabout

Four Squares

I have more white in my beard!

Noir

Calling (Over The Sea)

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There are new rooms

In the house in your home.

You hear me alone

Alone, to sing along

The voice of elephants 

Buried under engines

Responded to

Engendered, upon the sea,

On the silent seaside,

For shoals and noon time tide

Waters rise and the song drifts 

Away

Into the sky

I Found the Life I Wanted.

 

Now there's a butterfly on my face

 

Always had an eye for it / We always had a shoe / Look what else he can do

 German shepherds, Music, sirens, earthquakes. *hidden clavicle 236*

(*interlude xymox / dead can dance / D Sylvian / wire / 45 grave / tuxedo moon ) (to edit)

Don't start me offfff / a man can take advantage of (forward card shark game "impenitri-able")

for beginning to and back again / don't start me / me / me / 

forgot to stop start stop start me for of of 

(cip[her)

little flowers bloom / Moon approaches. (don't start stop / feel this way)

(re/sponce)

look in the rearview mirror reflections

a million days a ray / a cup. a hundred cups of honey / the reflectionless faith erased

the face of ....in time we'll be together for rain storms

forgotten days to die (accomplices)

when did you become a cold split in two? (over the ridge / cold spells ahead / coastal washaway

scrub the back / fade to black / be together for a million days like every cell banging into get/run this black abyss while time throws itself into the pool

random notes / blanks / indecipherable memories

Masked gay bandits / Mixed pattern madness / swarthy 'fall-toned' incognito / sexy homemade bitches

I was just a girl then...

 https://youtu.be/xCmcvsCxfng

No Part / History / The Future Is A Vast Wall

 

Some part of my brain is exacting chaos..

The other signal is a car on fire

The crevasse of cold winds blowing

Updates, government corrupted, pushed up

Belly trapped undercurrent,

All the signs are in flames

And crying

I fell inside myself

Where the buildings fell

And I pulled, cement blocks and rolling dust,

There are no more days after today.

This moment is, everything and nothing

Crying like your child is on fire

The vastness of this moment, is what is happening,

Happenstance, hospitable, approximately the right space

Where things are meaningless and motionless in their emotional states

You.

Are, finally….seeing. 

Beyond the buildings, other languages, and things; feelings.

The wallet and worth within the final frame…

Before the trains came.

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for RBG / The Vastness

Yerp! / He's On Fire / Yeah

Add yeah add yeah add

Exhausting / Plinkyety Plink / Confessions / Slipping

Fake It til You Make It. 

I haven't written in a while.

Been putting food on the table. Trying to communicate in the Tower of Babel. Keeping it '100'.

Working more than is good for me, and therefore more than adequately gives me enough time to look for work outside what I am doing. I love what I am sometimes able to do and accomplish, and I do my best to mitigate the physical impact that is having own my body. I am still managing to squeak out some artwork, a few pieces of which I can stand to look at again. I've tabled the idea of doing a print book for the time, even though my draft (whipped up in just three days!) is complete at 280 some pages.

But...

I need to get real. I'm exhausted emotionally all the time. I'm physically sore from the time I get up until I uncomfortably lie in bed hoping my brain will stop doing loop de loops. My knees hurt every time I get up or bend down. I continue to have lower back and abdominal pain, but I'm not spending any more money to be told there is nothing wrong, and I'm a needy hypochondriac. But I know I am not healthy. I can feel that I am not 100% and that my lifestyle is seriously compromising my health.

Even though I have tools to help, I simply can't be high all the time. Too many things need my attention. Too many things are too complicated for me to just sit around in a semi distracted state. I have a hard enough time staying focused on the currently spinning plates. Eventually one of these plates is going to break if I don't figure a way out of my over-commitment.

James @ Stern Grove / Good Things

Santa Fe Trip / Good Things

Bob / Good Things