there's a whole generation with a new explanation people in motion people in motion

been boring / busy lately working on projects, making things, recording things, fixing things, etc.

not much of a mind for writing or thinking...

death.

death got some press from the detroit free press here.

that's pretty awesome.

busy busy. got home later than I thought. so um. yeah.

tomorrow nite starts another marathon weekend recording the dark hues.

i think if you want to use some mfdoj songs in one of your movies or a commercial you should contact me so i can say yes to you.

Politicians In My Eyes

12/5 @ 7:30 242 Main
Rough Francis (Playing Death), In Memory of Pluto and the Vacant Lots


12/6 @ 8:30 Money House, Winooski, VT
Rough Francis (Playing Death), Blowtorch and The Jazz Guys

It will be the great start to a weekend of rock. You are going to have to provide rock for me on Sunday.

(Check the death link for some mp3's. They are both from the 7" that came out. We will play both of those songs and a bunch more.)

albino moon tanning

let the son shine in
see the star of the son
your smile makes me happy
no need to climb 9' fences to get away from people

--
had all plans canceled so i watched some movies and decided on a new project. got a good start on that.
--
city hall park
drummers are playing and dancers are dancing inside
a hippie fights with a girl by their blankets
she says shes leaving
she doesnt want to be there any more
she starts to walk away
he reminds her to take her blanket
she goes back and gets it as angrily as she can
she is not a hippie.
the drummers inside are drumming
she walks away disgusted
he runs after her
all the way to the edge of the park
trying to talk to her, a smug smile on his face.
i cant hear what they are saying. just the drummers.
she keeps walking... leaves him at the edge of the park
he turns around, starts walking back,
stops at a trash can, pulls a bagel out and starts eating.
he stops at a second can and takes something out to drink...
walks back to his blanket, grabs a bucket and starts drumming
a group gathers around him
they start hitting things
it drowns out the drummers inside
'rhythm is free man'
'love will keep you warm'

cut your hair. rude people stare. hawks never fall. i hate them all.

i think i have a lot to do
on my short trip to the post office
i accidentally went to radio bean for a cider
the girl did something special to it that made it super good.
then went to crow and bought a langston hughes collection
from a girl with a slow way and easy smile.
i thought i would read my book on a bench
but they got rid of the benches.
the bastards.
so i walked home.
now i am killing time reading this when i should be working.
i could easily read now.
langston hughes
is the best.

focus. focus.

when we've been here ten thousand years, bright shining as the sun.

so, we have a new president. its a good thing. i like that people i know cared, feel relief and a have a new sense of pride. its good good. of course, all of the work really comes after you've made a decision to do something. so, i hope now that everyone has made their decision, they take the next step and start working.

i dont know what that means specifically. but i am pretty sure its true.

maybe you should ask yourself what can you do today to make the world a better place for someone else? once you come up with an answer. act on it. ask yourself the same question tomorrow.
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the pressed white form fitting button up
taking space on the street
the posters and press clippings
the sun on the face

sleep talking
rolling over and over
hand on chest
shhhh
the sun is too loud
in the early am
its fucking shit up
reading tao lin poetry in your ear..
"Stabbed
by hooded black youth.
Shocked by the willingness of grade-schoolers
to kill me. And eat my heart. The things that do not happen to me
each day. I feel
like shit. My life
is good, fantastic. I am not deformed. Thank you."

even when i dont know why you had a bad day
i understand why you had a bad day

i am not ben lee in an indie comedy
you are not claire danes in a cameo
i think if that were the case
i would be from austrailia
standing on the hood of a car
on main street in burlington
vermont singing you a song
while you drank coffee
in new york city wearing
fancy clothes and expensive shoes.

this is going no where
i dont mind the fancy ride
in circles
with company.

"Why don't you ever whip me?" she pouted one night.

i think i can read a book from the middle to the end and not care about what happened in the beginning.

i might test that.

i am good at knowing whats possible and whats not.
or i am completely wrong.

its a toss up.