I was enjoying a bowl of chicken noodle soup....
I don't even know what to write about anymore. So many horrifically magical events and occurances have taken place since I thought about writing last...we are in Austin which is in Texas which is vast and sandy and where the air is water and the land is cruel and I think we just played at Emos and we were under water and now there is Hercules the Squid. Death in the desert, fire in the flask, ribbon in the wing, fissures in the skulls, Arizona turned my skin a deep burnt sienna my bones are baked a Payne's grey. Even saltwater pools in breezy backyards barely eased the murderous figs, though the trees are so beautiful I cried and I cry. Tucson, no no. Puh Puh Saul ass naked watering his frame in Phoenix time. Oh god I miss him and love him so. Going backwards, Houston, yes. Abilene we miss your streets and your knitted skins, the drinks and the smokes and you were all so nice, Oh Abilene Abilene, the endpoint of the Chisholm Trail, you were all incredibly kind and incredibly beautiful and your beds are the softest to me. Listenlisten put their lips on my heart and we spent the night with its Ben and his Lisa in Houston they were so kind and true. Driving through the desert non-stop through the night the landscape does not move but sits still and semi-trucks float alongside you and the sky is as if a Peach. I think I pissed my pants. I definitely pissed my pants.
I hear people talking a lot but I hear near to nothing. My eyes no longer see colors or shapes but instead I taste nothing but chicken noodle soup. I don't miss the sound of pianos but I miss the sound of Chicken? No chicken. Puh Puh. But listen, I am distracted. We, meaning Joe and Aaron, drove Saul to the airport at 4:30am last night and I won't see him again for a bit. We performed our first show minus our Puh Puh and it was scary and sad but sounded better than we thought it would and we now have the reserve of confidence and hope to get us through the next phase I can't believe we still have until the end of July until this madness comes to its final end I forgot what its like there though we'll be there and we have new songs and the songs are called Fuck The Origami Children and The Dreaming Sweaters and This Road Is So Old That Our Scars Have Grown Cold and I can't wait for you to hear them though let me tell you I do not ever want to eat Mexican food again and I never want to hear the words Mexican Food together again because of things I can't repeat that have happened though really I just want a salad and an ENORMOUS glass of iced water and a shower and my Sam.
We are going to Denton tomorrow which is in Texas which is vast and sandy and where the air is water and the land is cruel. The shows have been deeeeeply nefarious in the best possible way if you can think of things being that kind of way. My eyes hurt because I cry all day long from how happy and beautiful I feel. My light which is inside my bones and my skin and my veins it like vibrates more now than it ever has and all I want is to keep doing this forever and to go home and see the things I know and love.
S
I hear people talking a lot but I hear near to nothing. My eyes no longer see colors or shapes but instead I taste nothing but chicken noodle soup. I don't miss the sound of pianos but I miss the sound of Chicken? No chicken. Puh Puh. But listen, I am distracted. We, meaning Joe and Aaron, drove Saul to the airport at 4:30am last night and I won't see him again for a bit. We performed our first show minus our Puh Puh and it was scary and sad but sounded better than we thought it would and we now have the reserve of confidence and hope to get us through the next phase I can't believe we still have until the end of July until this madness comes to its final end I forgot what its like there though we'll be there and we have new songs and the songs are called Fuck The Origami Children and The Dreaming Sweaters and This Road Is So Old That Our Scars Have Grown Cold and I can't wait for you to hear them though let me tell you I do not ever want to eat Mexican food again and I never want to hear the words Mexican Food together again because of things I can't repeat that have happened though really I just want a salad and an ENORMOUS glass of iced water and a shower and my Sam.
We are going to Denton tomorrow which is in Texas which is vast and sandy and where the air is water and the land is cruel. The shows have been deeeeeply nefarious in the best possible way if you can think of things being that kind of way. My eyes hurt because I cry all day long from how happy and beautiful I feel. My light which is inside my bones and my skin and my veins it like vibrates more now than it ever has and all I want is to keep doing this forever and to go home and see the things I know and love.
S
Comments:
Post a Comment
