Thursday, September 15, 2005

  • Flight by night here.  A magical moment, a journey, like lightning on acid and cigarettes and caffeine.  The music fluctuates, jagged but ever in karmatic sync.  It is not rigid or tepid but full and ripe and purple.  It overflows.  It hums.

    There were words in me a few minutes ago like smudge and muse and drudge, and now they pace with dendrite as the rock and roll giants, the great ones, los deities, a-muse me.  Deeee-light.

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