Today has seriously fucked with me. I have bipolar disorder, and have two psychiatrists. I talk to one, and get prescriptions from the other. My talky shrink quit a couple of months ago, just in time to miss my current meltdown. Yay. So I've…

Josephine (named after the Empress) was a feral kitten when we caught her, with the worst case of worms I've ever seen. When we brought her back from the vet, she attacked everyone and everything in the house, cats and humans alike. We took it…

I didn't really call her 15 times, but the song does. She never answered the phone. She never called me back. Nobody ever does. On a side note, I keep seeing things moving at the edges of my vision. I took a lot of acid in the 70s and 80s…

...and then I die. Seriously. I've got it all worked out. Give a brother a hand, wouldya?

I give up. On everything. I become obsessed with tea and incense a while back. So I bought some of the best and most interesting I could find. Which in itself is great, as I have no money to speak of, but... Anyway, I quickly tired of both…

Hexicism, vexicism, and asexuality. Repeat. Eight-track recording, 12-4-22 9/9

Oh, I forgot about you. I don't know about you. Newly seen and approached cautiously. Unlike the second half of this album, which is old hat and uses anything but restraint. Two-track recording, 12-4-22. 8/9

In Which Our Hero Realizes That It's Not A Thing But Everything. The title is taken from a line in "The Third Man." First rule is, "The laws of opportunity." Second rule is, "Be nice to possibility." Third rule is, "Don't talk to probability…

When an acquaintance becomes a heartache and a heartache becomes a friend. So far, so good. The clouds are just clouds. Four-track recording, 12/3/22. 6/9

This situation is really fucked up. This song should be deadly silence, but I can't even get *that* right. I like this anyway. If not the silence of my mouth, then the meditation of my heart. Two-track recording, 12/2/22. 5/9

Something is definitely happening, or not happening. I don't know what it is, and I'm getting pretty tired of it, and I want it to stop. Or start. Two-track recording, 12/2/22. 4/9

There ain't no clues nowhere. Four-track recording, 12/2/22. 3/9

It was like someone tapping me on the shoulder, filling my head with dawning wonder. Then it was like being hit with a bag of hammers in outer space. Four-track recording, 12/2/22. 2/9

I had no idea that there even *was* a problem. Four-track recording, 12/2/22. 1/9

And I am. And she is. It took me three tries to get this right. The first try was awful, the second mediocre, the third acceptable.

Scooter. Where to begin? Scoots had been rescued as a kitten, by a couple of guys who worked at a tire shop. It was cold and the snow was deep and he'd lost both ears and most of his tail to frostbite. But he's a tough bastard. The guys couldn…

My earliest memory is of being on a train at night; it's just darkness, maybe a tunnel, with lights flashing by. When I was 3, my grandmother brought me from Chicago to my mother in New York. It's probably a memory of that. About 10 years ago…

In December 1948, a man and his wife were walking on Somerton Beach, near Adelaide, Australia. There was a man sitting there; they thought he might be drunk. Another couple thought he was asleep. The next morning it was discovered that he was…

I was thinking about him earlier today, and then this came out of me, with its simple majesty, its quiet horror. I wonder what title they gave him in Hell.

Jesse's spirit animal is the sloth. On the other hand, he's extraordinarily greedy. Top up the food and he's in there first. Freshen up the water, and he's on the scene. It's so bad that we have to lock him up at wet food time or he'll go from…