
Cicadas; Movement 6
Will this 49 year old Arizona ash fall on me.. ??
It looms.
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Will this 49 year old Arizona ash fall on me.. ??
It looms.
Continue reading Cicadas; Movement 6
Peace broken by a distant jigsaw..
It screams.
Or does the board scream?
Do they scream together..??
Continue reading Cicadas; Movement 5
Is that a field mouse scurrying..
… through —>>
__>>–>>
The grass,
<< <<
the brush,
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2019-07-18@03:36:14,GMT 1 – Cicadas I listen to the cicadas. It is a wickedly sultry afternoon. The air is thick as thieves. The knaves and villains soak my shirt in sweat and vanish with every last shred of my protestant propriety. … Continue reading Cicadas; Movement 1
More mental* meanderings about the world’s greatest band… 5:30pm, Central Time. Quittin’ time, Home, Homeward bound, Take me home… Insane traffic road. “Panic in Detroit”, Howl, … Continue reading Chastinicity: Chastity Belt is -Literally- the Band of My Dreams
Here is yet another part of a series about a recent adventure I had entitled Slouching Toward Lat 30. Still slouching!!!! Slouching!!! Slouching!!! Slouching!!! Slouching!!! … Continue reading Slouching Toward Lat 30; Francoise Hardy Possessed by the Ghost of the Ramones
This is yet another part of a series about a recent adventure I had entitled Slouching Toward Lat 30. Continue reading Slouching Toward Lat 30; Angry as Fuck Punks and Riot Grrrl Children
This is yet another part of a series about a recent adventure I had. I met a couple of dogs while walkin’ around. The series is called Slouching … Continue reading Slouching Toward Lat 30; Dogs in the City of the Saint of Lost Souls