The rooms, they smell like diesel, and you take on the dreams of the ones that have slept there.
Dear devils, dove petals and derelicts,
Mine eyelids are turning against me and my brain is soon to follow, but my fingers had an itch in them. I try to get on this strange machine each night to empty my mind of my memories before the become broken things and thus jagged and dangerous and hard to follow. These for me are strange times and trying times and very sad times for many reasons and I have had trouble with smiles lately, only appearing to do so while on stage singing songs and looking over to Amy who promptly flips me off no matter what may be happening. My face bends to smiling then. Grey clouds shadow my eyeballs. It has been hard days, some nights easier than others, but thankfully I'm surrounded by friends and fellow soldiers, my band mates. Do you know them? They are Aaron, Kaylan, Amy and Ryan at the moment, though Saul and Joe are continuously in my heart. They lift me in their warrior arms and carry me through deep waters, sometimes with a simple glance of knowing. I love them and owe them each my life, though they will read this and consider me drunk on wine or on whiskies, though dreams of curly locks cannot be drunk from bottles.
North Carolina. We woke up on the beach this morning outside of Wilmington and there were deer everywhere, Buddha summoned them before our very eyes before the sun rose. They had eyes that see things I cannot, though I would be willing to try. There is a lot of water in the ocean. We played Hey Garland for only the second time in our lives last night and also As Dry As Bone. It was great fun and my heart was in every note and syllable, every goat and tin cymbal. I wish you could have seen it.
Chapel Hill tomorrow. Meeting the Red Eye folksies and touring the factory where This Cursed House was fashioned. I picture vast cauldrons of molten metals, converging into a garden of white peonies and soon the petals drop from their thin frames all that is left is a shining disc of sounds me and my friends made. Its silly, I know, but I like how it fits.
I am looking foward to NYC and the farm house. I'm going to sleep now.
Nighty nighty.
S
Mine eyelids are turning against me and my brain is soon to follow, but my fingers had an itch in them. I try to get on this strange machine each night to empty my mind of my memories before the become broken things and thus jagged and dangerous and hard to follow. These for me are strange times and trying times and very sad times for many reasons and I have had trouble with smiles lately, only appearing to do so while on stage singing songs and looking over to Amy who promptly flips me off no matter what may be happening. My face bends to smiling then. Grey clouds shadow my eyeballs. It has been hard days, some nights easier than others, but thankfully I'm surrounded by friends and fellow soldiers, my band mates. Do you know them? They are Aaron, Kaylan, Amy and Ryan at the moment, though Saul and Joe are continuously in my heart. They lift me in their warrior arms and carry me through deep waters, sometimes with a simple glance of knowing. I love them and owe them each my life, though they will read this and consider me drunk on wine or on whiskies, though dreams of curly locks cannot be drunk from bottles.
North Carolina. We woke up on the beach this morning outside of Wilmington and there were deer everywhere, Buddha summoned them before our very eyes before the sun rose. They had eyes that see things I cannot, though I would be willing to try. There is a lot of water in the ocean. We played Hey Garland for only the second time in our lives last night and also As Dry As Bone. It was great fun and my heart was in every note and syllable, every goat and tin cymbal. I wish you could have seen it.
Chapel Hill tomorrow. Meeting the Red Eye folksies and touring the factory where This Cursed House was fashioned. I picture vast cauldrons of molten metals, converging into a garden of white peonies and soon the petals drop from their thin frames all that is left is a shining disc of sounds me and my friends made. Its silly, I know, but I like how it fits.
I am looking foward to NYC and the farm house. I'm going to sleep now.
Nighty nighty.
S
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