Sunday, May 31, 2026
Saturday, May 30, 2026
Monday, May 25, 2026
A Writ About Dirt
The plural dirt seem like they're laughing because they know that everything above their vast, subterrainian expanse is headed their way, me included. "You don't know shit, boy. Wait 'til you're down here with us. That's when it gets interesting. Legune and radish roots crawling through your belly. Groundhogs tunnelling violently through your gut. Just you wait. You walk around on top of us, you excavate us, but it don't hurt us at all. We're so fucking old that we're indifferent to pain, but deeply in love with the rain, even though it ignites the rootwork that tickles our insides and constantly keeps us guessing. We get along though. We need each other. We feel you, but we just don't need you, boy. As you were.
Friday, May 22, 2026
Tuesday, May 19, 2026
Monday, May 18, 2026
Friday, May 8, 2026
Revolution 9 - Beatles (Last song on the White Album)
I listened intently to this abstract piece again today. It gets better with age. I pondered if there was actually sheet music for this.
Thursday, May 7, 2026
Tuesday, May 5, 2026
Sunday, May 3, 2026
Saturday, May 2, 2026
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