Mainlining the morning sun.......
swinging toward solstice........
a masterpiece
a masterpiece
clover
clover
it’s not over
til i smoke this clover
clover
clover
crimson and clover, fuck YEAH -- in the court of the crimson king
heck no, in timepaste, in things that are like other things when they drie in the sun
drie in the sun
drie, betelgeuse rises and myeees are drie – crimson and clover
over and over
it’s not over
but that’s not a threat
i haven’t released an album yet
my left arm should not be heavy but it is
i haven’t found the burden yet, but i left it somewhere
it will creep up on me, it will make my leg restless, it will be there
it’s around, i can’t ignore it just this second... just a second... nikolai tesla coil
~zzzzzaaaaAAAAAAPP!!!!~
can you believe i put on my red coat just now? grateful dead wasn’t warming me enough – but c’mon, what can you expect from a 70s bootleg? don’t get your hopes up – and don’t eat the brown acid – omission of action – it’s still the truman show – i forget how it ends – and
don’t take stock, you shouldn’t, you’ll fuck up the flow, but you’ll fuck up the flow anyway so go ahead and – stop and is this a requiem for rosemont? no, i still hear beautific tonality, and i still love, and when i took stock, even though i shouldn’t’ve, i thought, jesus, maybe i’m just being an asshole... which i doubt – but hey, there’s always that possibility, i can’t deny, i have an ego that’s for damned sure, so it’s no great leap to imagine myself an asshole, the kind of asshole who doesn’t know he’s being one... maybe i can transcend – through iron maiden lyrics – seventh son of a seventh son!
I was going to paint that clove smoke burning, splinter sillhouette against my ochre sick-lamp, the half-alive light that keeps me slow-burning at night in a ketafrenzy when i do that thing, tar vapours curling up to the creek st ceiling, the minimal house i live in, the monastery for meditation on kootenai equestrian merde, but music is an attention whore, it steals the show – it’s got a stack of marshalls, you can adjust the gain but it won’t affect the volume.
Clearly this is the greatest thing I’ve written, since the last thing I’ve written. If you’re into that sort of thing. If so, then there’s no competition. No one even comes close.
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