I need a taxi. I dunno. I gotta get somewhere. I gotta get to places that don’t matter and don’t try. Places that just are. Places, man. I need anyone who thinks they’re an engine. That way I’m carried into the slaughter that is laughter when one experiences the depth of the blood- warm sun.
I hate my bass drum carrier. The right strap keeps loosening up and gets so loose it can spin in a full circle. As I use the wrench to fix it, the wrench gashes my thumb and now I’ve got a cut up thumb just trying to fix my carrier.