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We’ve got dem Easter Eggs…
The glowing orange thing is my truck’s high-fidelity speaker system for playing Pandora from my phone. (No connectors)
Cast

So, these “fishing poles” …
I mean, they seem benign…
But when the men do that flicking thing…
That noise…
Doesn’t it sound like we should run?
Like the anti-christ himself is about to cast us into the Lake of Fire?

Cast

So, these “fishing poles” …
I mean, they seem benign…
But when the men do that flicking thing…
That noise…
Doesn’t it sound like we should run?
Like the anti-christ himself is about to cast us into the Lake of Fire?

Underneath the Heavy

We haven’t seen a groundhog or any other critter since last week. I think maybe the Bald Man scared every goddamn thing within miles by using the loud water-sprayer.
It feels quiet. And still. Things have stopped moving, even our hearts.
We just wait. And we wait.
And it’s as if we wait under something heavy.
We wait.
For our feet to move. For our blood to stir. For our minds to spark.

Underneath the Heavy

We haven’t seen a groundhog or any other critter since last week. I think maybe the Bald Man scared every goddamn thing within miles by using the loud water-sprayer.
It feels quiet. And still. Things have stopped moving, even our hearts.
We just wait. And we wait.
And it’s as if we wait under something heavy.
We wait.
For our feet to move. For our blood to stir. For our minds to spark.

Just snowing on tax day. So we covered the young growth with the big blue tarp.
Blood Moon (Almost) with Shed

The clouds were thin and broke every so often up until about 2:30 am. We managed to make out a partial eclipse just before the full blanket of white happened.
Rothko sat next to me most of the time. He doesn’t mind waiting for things indefinitely as long as I’m sitting next to him.
Honey gets impatient with that kind of pointless bullshit. Especially when it involves being uncomfortable. So she stayed inside. She has never been a “loyal companion” kind of dog. Or rather, her loyalty is heavily contingent on treats and/or a nice place to sit. She wanted nothing to do with Blood Moons or anything else that required being outside or not being in a warm bed or general discomfort.
There was an occasional snoring sound from a neighbor’s open window, and it caused Rothko to puff up and investigate every time it happened. He barked loudly at several phantoms. Just before we went inside, he caught a whiff of crazy and started a Ball Game, running many full-throttled circles around the yard.
I made overtures of chasing him for a few minutes. Then we went inside. I ate cinnamon and honey toast before going to bed around 3.

Blood Moon (Almost) with Shed

The clouds were thin and broke every so often up until about 2:30 am. We managed to make out a partial eclipse just before the full blanket of white happened.
Rothko sat next to me most of the time. He doesn’t mind waiting for things indefinitely as long as I’m sitting next to him.
Honey gets impatient with that kind of pointless bullshit. Especially when it involves being uncomfortable. So she stayed inside. She has never been a “loyal companion” kind of dog. Or rather, her loyalty is heavily contingent on treats and/or a nice place to sit. She wanted nothing to do with Blood Moons or anything else that required being outside or not being in a warm bed or general discomfort.
There was an occasional snoring sound from a neighbor’s open window, and it caused Rothko to puff up and investigate every time it happened. He barked loudly at several phantoms. Just before we went inside, he caught a whiff of crazy and started a Ball Game, running many full-throttled circles around the yard.
I made overtures of chasing him for a few minutes. Then we went inside. I ate cinnamon and honey toast before going to bed around 3.

Shadow Rothko waiting on the Blood Moon…
Nude Wood

We’ve been turning the dark to light.
Making the wood nude.

Nude Wood

We’ve been turning the dark to light.
Making the wood nude.

A few of us pre-partied too hard before #madmen
Clean slate (brick)
Clean / Dirty
Just hangin’ out in this cool spot I found. Reading. Being non creepy.
Big Hugs

Don’t look at him.
Earlier he was playing Dave Matthews Band.
Which is bad enough.
Now he’s got the tequila.
Yelling about mangos.
I’ve seen this before.
It doesn’t end well.
He might start that crushing thing he calls “givemedembighugs.”

Big Hugs

Don’t look at him.
Earlier he was playing Dave Matthews Band.
Which is bad enough.
Now he’s got the tequila.
Yelling about mangos.
I’ve seen this before.
It doesn’t end well.
He might start that crushing thing he calls “givemedembighugs.”

Proudest Monkey Live in Johannesburg with Hugh Masekela (by davematthewsband)

I could watch Dave Matthews and Carter Beauford exchange knowing smiles at one another while grooving on some riff and listening to this cat solo… allll day.

“But when I do finally sit down, it is because something has been building in my chest cavity for days or weeks or months. It comes out over an hour or two, or three days—in a jumbled shitty rush. And then I spend a few days or weeks revising it until I can read it out loud without stumbling.”