cleaned out the upper drawer of my subconscious over the weekend, spread it out all over the floor between the piano and the stereo (sorted the tapes and cds and semifinished recording projects while i was at it). that space on the floor is some kind of power spot. if it wasn’t before, it is now, what with all the green and pink powdery dust and tiny slivered sherds of watch crystal.
an enema for the head i called it later.
later, i paid all the bills. solvent again, what a relief. made it to the other shore. again. i know most of you don’t know exactly what i’m talking about but some of you know what i’m talking about enough, i think, to appreciate it, and a few know exactly what i mean.