Sunday, January 18, 2015


Drums crash like thunder overhead, they slow down and speed up, lightning shoots from my little toe all up into the back of my neck and i feel warm and woozy. When it stops, I will have nothing, I will be an empty shell dribbling and shaking, so please fellows, keep pushing and reaching and thinking and taking these sounds all around the corners and up the stairs and through the vents and down into the sewer and out into the ocean and back onto the land, feeling their way into life in the air and in the trees and out into space to stare down and see everything very small and glommed together and pulsing.

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