happy moths

the golden seer of brooklyn standing before the holiest of almosts like a lava lamp diamond scavenging for you and for me all for $19.99.  yeah, i don’t know what’s going on either, but i think we’re selling ourselves something.

back hair.  it’s there.

a fog machine, this water color painting, your blindfold, our delusion, mysteries hysterical.  dreams.  good marketing.

one part the make up, one part the muppets, we are all revolutionary, underground,  stringless puppets.

i felt like i lost most of myself in the shock of the moment.  seriously.  now i wonder what was really there to being to begin with.

Gelatin Fortresses of Destruction are not as impressive as they used to be.

jim always said he’d rather be a target than totally unknown.

Memory fades pretty quick.  Yeah.  This one’s for you guys.

we get dog tired of truth as we fade into the invisible legions.

at some point i realized i was more wave than matter.