music during psychosis
Genesis, Foxtrot. Buddha Records, 1972.
pigeon flutter concrete
a diary-like project, maybe it's "fancy prose" as container—in praise of the vignette
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Records of the New Year
The beginning of the year is often tough—for me, back-to-back death anniversaries, the cold, inertia and defeated, down trodden and gray, the ringing quiet discomfort of my inner saboteur not getting enough sleep and of course, not enough to pay but keep up the good work kid—despite it all, it also inspires me to spin some wax.
Blue, vibrations of the city...
Blue, vibrations of the city, Dodger baseball, smell of burnt gasoline, fast cars, line drives, opportunity, burning palm dreams, dusky Dodger blue, color reminds of possibility, savory oak pine tar, freeway dreams, deafening crack of a bat, Watts, 108
what are you so afraid of
what are you so afraid of
Flesh is heretic, my body is a witch, I am burning it
Flesh is heretic, my body is a witch, I am burning it—6:18 and we still can’t decide if we’ll go out tonight.
COMING SOON
more writing that is perhaps less precious—diary-like, maybe...