Hello,
I am living in top gear, clutch out and engine screaming. Study work music social - there is not time for stopping to stretch and reflect. My brother has been in town after returning from his summer long stint in Antarctica and i feel like i hardly saw him. Chotto Matte takes a rest for three weeks and for that i am thankful, that i may knuckle down and catch up on all the work i have been neglecting over the last few weeks. School is brilliant - theory and theorising what it means to learn - brightly burning neurons fire - i have lived and now i study life. So full to bursting. New bodies enter orbit - always exciting - distraction keeps me from sleeps that organs need to tackle turkeys. There are chickpeas in a bowl. Love is a cauliflower extending to the sky, florets like stars.
Chotto Matte played at the Ding Dong Lounge last week to a tiny audience of close friends - we do not have a name for attracting big crowds. We do not have the support required. So i will focus what energy i have on playing for venues already swingin - there are nights for noise and noisy bars - attended by splendid hungry ears. Our movements need a knowing sun - waves crash on lonely shores. A bough creaks - swing alone, swing together - a buzzing behind twisted strings.
'Are you okay?'
I think so... it is all too much. Assessment stumbles in. And the music is louder than ever before. Before you know it we'll be singing statues in gardens on the coast. Glass cracks... an imp dances sheepish.
I scream at the awkward stones - i think i hear the dawn.
Peace and pieces, probes and pores,
silent screaming and throttled caws,
Rapid release, push comes to shove,
My hands drift open, and swallow
love
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