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Dave's Blog. Seriously.: Last night's 3 hour performance : "It's 11am on an overcast Sunday and I've barely slept. Mostly tossed and turned while having a dream that someone jacked my parents car with..."

as if i haven't worn enough of a trench laying down rubber like lines of paint over lapping the beginnings of a yarn ball modern painting tooling back and forth on these roads that will not forget that i have rolled over them doing nothing but dreaming of what could be off the next exit dreaming of escaping off that too too familiar path for all of my hoping those streets always seemed to end in places of usualality a final red haltering stop but on those bright and rare occasions they would end with clear signs of further goings even if there was no further to be gone that day amusement parks for instance or movie theaters and even the airport to just park near the airfield and watch planes of all sizes get up and go i always felt i tore off pieces of me as bon voyage confetti and threw hand fulls out to each plane to carry some part of me where ever and points beyond

traveling up into the north he braved the forests and swamps dared to see the tropical aspects of where that swamp girl thing comes from slug gnat  mosquito ever present frog snake rodent and deer red bird in the trees pricker bushes with no rosy beauty poison ivied maple trees with mites galling their leaves lush trickery that can make you forget what it is like when all that rich abundance of life gives itself over to another much quieter perspective to a landscape frozen and barren where the air smells like cold coming to stay too long Posted via email from TheHuman

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