krakens

[Sam]

spent four hours yesterday cajoling spit an bomb drums into some subtle semblance of "time", gangshoved violins into the aforementioned version of "time", johanna bashed along.....all for nowt. Nothing was achieved. At half past the witching hour, admit defeat and trudge home. What a waste of time. Even a casual spaceekco duet was the proverbial wash...singitout dekonstrukt can wait...bigger marine life to toast...the morrow is waking in hours forward...
ant is eyeballed to welding wires
myself is cold/chilled to the skellytown
everyone is boredom and tire
but still a little sparking is a waking, sleepy eyed/headachesweet and grinning nervous
is one ever "ready"????????? those who ask so regular, a torment a torment a torment
it sounds grand ah think.......too many pedals and valves burning brightly yes, but a wonder a wonder a wonder
"shall we pack down now?"-Jones
"I was looking forward to this"_ le grand michel
its all a means to an end. Can we wrangle our coughing elektriks into wailing order? can we pile and stack our wires and scree upon tiny darkroom stagesets?? can we actually gather our wits together in a march towards musickville...a ways away from twinpeaksville studioskull lazy legs??
i think and a hope so
see you all morrow
with bells on
and songs in heartsick ribcage danger moods
love
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