SO
this shit (VERY FEW APOLOGIES AS IT STANDS) started sometime in the fall of 2014 I believe and I continued to intermitently throw up the random media produced during the course of my life into the fall of 2016 (that is approximately two years for those without a calculator handy, haha!), then I joined the working world and took a massive hiatus from the thing. All my creative efforts since then have been focused on the sprawling mass that will soon be Mindplay, Vol.2, and my social movements have largely fallen into two bins: local watering holes with drinks a plenty, very close friends, and just enough associated dashes of absurdity to maintain a heartbeat; OR, none at all!!
fuck me up and call me toast
this ain't the place for grand self-reflection and introspection
but as I speed toward two years back in vb and prepare to pivot my life from this grand inward inbetween to a more outward-facing step-building le chapter next (surely mostly an illusion, but a useful one to keep myself going!), i thought it high time to bring back the ole digital outlet (casuallllllyyyy of course)
I NEED A CHANGE IN THE WIND
LATE PHASE
DO U SEE WHAT I SEEEEEEE
A BUNCH OF FUCKING MALARKEY THAT IS THE HAPHAZARD NATURE OF THE WAY THE GLORIES AND DOLDRUMS OF DAILY LIFE UNFOLD, TUMBLING UPON ONE ANOTHER LIKE RAINDROPS IN THE PUDDLE????
YEAH so alright that's what this is
THE LOCAL STP
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A BAR in Flagstaff, Arizona one of the only times maybe the only time I've done kareokee not a great performance but I believe it was acceptable the song was smoke two joints by sublime the air was in the 30s or 40s dinner had been a strange delicious blueberry pizza earlier in the day i had been in a cold dark lava tube then i was here on the stage, "WOAHHH HOOO HOO HO HOO HOOOO, ROCK ME TONIGHTTT FOR OLD TIMES SAKEEEEEE," fuck me right on up that's a good bout of living
AHHHH the fucking Navajo lands, a heavy desert mysticism that is hard to reconcile with the softness of the light blue in the sky.....
OR THE STORMS
OOOOOOOFFFF, let me tell you about dancing under the moon alone in the scrubland way beneath the foot of the mountains: I'm not talking about the desert or even the pure desert Navajo lands, I'm talking about the scrubland some 50 miles out from the Grand Canyon after the pink and gold orange perfect sunset and blue deep light blue thunderstorm over the purple mountains scrubland. In this scrubland there are no other human beings. It was me and my sister and alcohol and cigarettes and the moon and the air on the open plains and the coyotes in the distance between us and the mountains. I danced alone drunk as hell, drunk as drunk on the moving sea in the desert moonlight (it's still the desert moon over the scrubland) with the coyotes closing in from the north, not a care in the world and on the brink of every epiphany that could ever be had, every tantilizing wonder in the world there on the cusp, just out of reach but so so gloriously in sight, perfectly in sight with eyes closed at the edge of the light from the cabin next to the scrub shrubs and with bare feet on the scrub ground, moving naturally and flowing and flowing and flowing. God damn, what a groove - WHAT A FUCKING GROOVE - dancing alone with the sweet woman moon in the barren scrubland, yelling defiantly to no one to stave the predators off, to remind the scavangers that there's no dead there to prey upon. No dead at all - so alive. SHAAAAAAMONNNNNNNN
JO FO ON THE MOVE! 
this restaurant was good but there were flies everywhere in the heat as there were meth heads in Williams, but you expect flies in the heat, no, you would almost be disappointed if there weren't flies in the heat even though you don't want the flies, and then that's the meth heads in Williams - what would you have there be there where you can feel the American dream gone to die so potent? I'm not sure that I've ever felt life so potent by feeling death so potent, but it's something to ponder. ANYWAY, it's nice scenery isn't it?? WE'LL TALK ABOUT SEDONA SOME OTHER TIME CUZ
CHACHHHIIIIIII
SHIIIIIII BOIIIIIII ya better take it easyyyy
&& HERE COMES THE ZINGA
AFTER BATTLE
the extraordinarily standard scenery sets in again
I THINK I CAN I THINK I CAN
TAKE NO PRISONERS
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CHAMPAGNE AND SORBET MAKIN BUBBLES THAT I'VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE, BURGER KING FRENCH TOAST STICKS MAKIN TASTES THAT I KNOW AND LOVE; SIMPLE PLEASURES ARE OK SOMETIMES DON'T FORGET IT
LOOOOOOOK OUT
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QUESTION: DO YOU HAVE A BETTER CHANCE OF BEING KILLED BY A METEOR OR A STRAY DOOM?
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ANSWER::
~~~~~STRAAAYYYYYY DOOM~~~~~~
YA NEVER KNOW when it may strike, so you might as well strike first
AW GEEZ
AND WHEN THE EVENING COMES, and the melancholy waves sink deeper past the light periwinkle hazy skies into the ice shard gray purple deep purple currents - Press on.
CUZ THE SUN ALWAYS SETS
ON ANOTHER YEAR,,, YEAR AFTER YEAR
SO GOES LIFE ~~ HERE WE ARE
WOODLAND TRAVERSING dabbling in the forests and heavy industry alike, pristine to contaminated to maritime to abandoned decrepit things hidden away in odd local corners....
OUT HERE OUT THERE
AMONGST IT
COLD SUMMER FOREVER MUHFUKA
is any of this real anymore was it ever real it seems like it must have been but then again illusions tend to do that i suppose; HAVE IT UR WAY
A CAREFULLY SELECTED CAST OF CHARACTERS FOR THIS ONE
OUT THERE OUT HERE
THE BLUE HAZE DREAM, THIS BLUE HAZE NIGHTMARE: SUCH A CONFLICTING HARMONY
^^^^^THIS IS THE MOST WARPED image of david gray and rex hill in existence also look at the bed of greenery they are crouched on also what hand symbol is david doing; ALSO the real significance of this image is this is RIGHT BEFORE the two backwater goons left for the mountainlands of colorado and shifted to their LE chapter next, a thing that they couldn't have quiteeee envisioned at that point, naturally as it hadn't happened yet, (not withstanding Rex's solo time walking two miles home each night YOU fucking agent), but the point being that that big new monumental shift is now simply their daily lives -
AND so, more broadly, reflecting on how our lives move so strangely through time from one present moment to another, the past only existing as a method of organizing our todays gone by and the future only existing as a useful illusion of something somewhere between another cheap bet on the fantasies of tomorrow and a better better time
YEUH
WE OUT CHEER
AT THE SEA SIDEEEEE (and also just on the sea)
"Hey, switching tracks from self-indulgent manic forays into open-ended intropective projects, how's progress on the more outward-facing long-term projects that will actually advance your life situation going?
WHOOPS
YA DAMN RIGHT; VIBE::::: cc:
