Treefeathers and birdsleaves.

My american money is back on the endtable. Adam poses the question "why don't you Live in richmond?" and i say it was a bad idea to leave, even though i am not so sure. Dynamics was always my best subject. That means: we know how things move, and sometimes exactly where they will be ending up. If you never leave, how can you ever be having some sort of glorious return, worthy of parades and fanfares and fireworks and liquor?







Things I have managed to make collected, more.

Matt had handed the Simply Saucer to me, sensing in a keen sense, inside ancient tribal musics that are former new awakenings to frontiers unexisting. I added it to my pile, only later to find out that its entirety begins and ends in hamilton ontario, its formulation fermenting the decades until it is dubbed "the best canadian LP that ever was."

Oh Snap! to Rush, Broken Social Scene, The Tragically Hip, et al and on and on.

I totally am buying into that line.

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I have made a conscious decision to be at ease, to be at ease, to be at ease, to see the doctor and obtain antianxieties. Oh, to be at ease.

If only i had the patience to write things down first, i would be just another just another invisible folk singer. Nowadays i know seventeen chords, and switch between them at unawares.

I have not watched the news in what seems like months. My week seemed like a month. Friends mean so much, it's such a shame to have a radius that is absent of them.

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Woody Guthrie was sort of a terrible human being, even though he was a living monument of a person. I guess it is all of the weakness for the female, the absenteeism where children are concerned. But also great, the need to leave and never come back (until later), leave and join the conquered, leave and sleep in ditches, leave and ride on trains, leave and make songs for lesser people to sing. And tragic, the curse and disease, the scraping away of the personality and physical capacities, scraping away from the insides until there is just lungs and eyes.

Artist karma and leftism garners such penalties.

I was not ready to imagine myself helpless and thoughtless, motionsless in a wheelychair, head cocked to the left side, grunting for another spoonful of applesauce it makes me very very depressed. This will all happen someday and there is no stopping it.

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Nobody covers for me at work. That will teach me to take time for myself.