Equinox

Manifesting food, love, synchronicity, and creativity thus far. I think those are going to be this year’s themes. Can’t hardly wait!

The important themes of the moment: Abilene, Texas, blueberries, 808, Wild Fermentation. We will explore these themes later.

Mad de j’ai vu while sitting cutting up a 1970 issue of Southern Living on a cloudy Sunday afternoon. I have to laugh at being on the right track remembering past futures even while wondering if it’s not going to be a big awkward mess. Lessons. This is the 4th lesson. 1-2-3-4. Hahaha!

It felt like the shortest weekend ever.

I am homesick. When we blew up Neira in July by opening the portal, at least this is the assumption I’m operating under, I started this transference process of re-creating Neira in Siskiyou. Now Siskiyou is home. Farmers markets, fermented foods, blueberries, and peach cobbler…. cut-ups, 808s, re-recording in the universe studio.

“Try, Try, Try”

Pop tart
What’s our mission

Do we know
But never listen
For too long
They held me under
But I hear
It’s almost over

In Detroit
On a Memphis train
Like you said it’s
Down in the heat and the summer rain of
The automatic gauze of your memories
Down in the sleep at the airplane races
Try to hold on
To this heart
A little bit longer

Try to hold on
To this love aloud
Try to hold on
For this heart’s
A little bit colder
Try to hold on
To this love

Paperback scrawl your hidden poems
Written around the dried out flowers
Here we are still trading places
To try to hold on
Pop tart
Can you envision
A free world
Of clear division
For too long
They held us under
But I know
We’re getting over
In Detroit
With the Nashville tears
Like you said it’s
Down in the heat with the broken numbers
Down in the gaze of solemnity
Down in the way you’ve held together
To try to hold on
To this heart
A little bit closer
Try to hold on

To this love aloud
Try to hold on
For this heart’s
A little bit older

Try to hold on
To this love aloud
And we are still alive
Try to hold on
And we have survived
Try to hold on
And no one should deny
We tried to hold onto the pulse of the feedback current
Into the flow of encrypted movement

Slapback kills the ancient remnants
That try to hold on
Try to hold on
To this heart alive
Try to hold on
To this love aloud
Try to hold on
And we are still alive
Try to hold on
And we have survived
Try to hold on
Pop tart
You never listen
Skinned knees
Try to hold on
Stop start
What’s our mission
Skinned knees
Try to hold on

Uh-huh
This is beginning to hurt
This is beginning to be serious
It used to be a game

Now it’s a cryin’ shame
‘Cuz you don’t wanna play around no more
Uh-huh
Sometimes I push too hard
Sometimes you fall and skin your knee

I never meant to do
All that I’ve done to you
Please, baby, say it’s not too late
Getchoo, uh-huh
Getchoo, uh-huh
Getchoo, uh-huh
Getchoo, getchoo, getchoo
Uh-huh
oh oh
You know this is breakin’ me up
You think that I’m some kind of freak, uh-huh
but if you’d come back to me
then you would surely see
that I’m just foolin’ around
Getchoo, uh-huh
Getchoo, uh-huh
Getchoo, uh-huh
Getchoo, getchoo, getchoo
I can’t believe
What you’ve done to me

What I did to them
You’ve done to me
Ohh
Getchoo, uh-huh
Getchoo, uh-huh
Getchoo, uh-huh
Getchoo, getchoo, getchoo
Uh-huh
This is beginning to hurt
This is beginning to hurt
This is beginning to hurt
This is beginning to hurt

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