one mans dames rocket is another mans phlox. i will bring you pheasant feathers and sage ill come and drum and bring the fire to bright. ill go into the darkness with sweet winds blowing and i will laugh.
i will be in the Haven, quiet music and creatures breathing, beading breaths with intent to convey. aimee mann comes on and i cant listen to it. it all makes perfect sense at last. all through the scene the piano played elliott smiths bye a wet rag a carousel dirge i smell like wood smoke and feel like a patti griffin song.
the little girl said that when we made music jesus smiled.
how i must seem mad, nattering, beanied and braided poking at the fire for which there is always more wood. laughing at interior dialectics you always hand to your left his energy left me unsettled, clocked, configured.
round the fire round round with a stang and with ash we fill the spaces.
"So, two years ago it was cow’s year and we had mad cows. We had avian flu during the year of the chicken and swine flu on pigs year. 2012 is the year of the dragon. Fuck."
3. dark moon in taurus
4. a really long walk
5. (this ones for) Cowboy
9. (on the wish list)
10. lunar calendars.