remember thy miracle...

joetory | Mon, 2006-02-13 14:27

fortunately for most i have not shared on this medium for quite sometime. it has been difficult to keep the machinations of the band well greased when its founding fathers live on opposite sides of the world. one can imagine how easy it was for all those wives during wwii to drop thier collective knickers at a moments breath after doug, the local mechanic with flat feet, made a pass.

loneliness dear universe, i'm talking about sheer loneliness.

so i've been thinking lately about how easy to is to forget the miracle of inspiration. do i create a space where originality is bookended by structure and odds? or should the pursuit reflect a purer expedition that relys on universals squeezed out of particulars at arbitrary intervals? never knowing; always expecting.

i am a jackhammer, give me your cavity.

the black tories are not a modifyer in any way. we exist like lovers exist. in our manhood we reach inside that space that: (gives up hardons and cravings for mars bars whilst stoned) for a personal salutation to the world. "hello world, we exist." elipses, elipses, elipses.

its pretty uncommon these days for me to think about the band. i did, however, speak with sam the other day and it seems we may both be in southern california sometime this summer.

anyone wanna sell me an el camino?

sincerely,

this correspondant

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