I came alone No weapons drawn In my hands Or on the page I’m unarmed and blank I saved a song To dance along The room is burning down Holy shit get out I’ll stand on my head To remember what you said I’m a little scrambled…

(written for BC) Kazalmelan kozoskôgan ta kezeldami

(written for BC) I'm in the midst of the third move this year. This has been a journey. I'm pleasantly surprised at the horizon ahead.

There’s this tiny monastery round the corner from my house I see the monks out walking, pulling weeds, and carting out the trash I see them at the Exxon buying cokes and magazines Their orange robes flow in the breeze as people fill their cars…

Trying out some old-new outboard gear with my Portastudio. Considering this a fun equipment test.

how much cold brew to get through the day?

credits: Fleetwood Mac