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It’s finally time. Designated Stranger is out today. I feel really proud and sure of this book, certainly more than I have of almost anything else I’ve ever done. Thanks so much to @thirdhand_books_ and @clementine_was_right and @broompeople and @p.g.gizzi and all my friends who have believed in my work when I had a hard time doing that. I couldn’t post pictures of everyone because there are too many so pick a flower for yourself instead. A lot is different since I began this book three years ago. Who has time to list it all. I’ll be performing some of it on Friday (January 23) with the people who started it with me, the friends whose idea it was to put me on stage with a band, and who truly changed everything about how I write and read and perform poetry. In the book, three years ago, I wrote that people get older and less joyful. Last night, I was thinking that we have proven me wrong. The first time I read a poem from this book, I was in the Torch Club in Sacramento, California, fairly sure we’d be run out of town for what I was about to do. Last month, I read these poems for 700 people in the Williamsburg Hall of Music. It feels like it’s been out, because it has. It’s a book about choosing to live when it’s the hard decision to make. It’s a book about sitting in the car. It’s about this beautiful horrible world. It’s setting your open beer down and leaving it there. It’s Blaze Foley covers. It’s driving the Christmas tree through a funeral. It’s fishbowls and bedbugs. It’s fishing rods and F150s. It’s crying laughing in the Cook Out drive through line. It’s three spaghetts on the Fourth of July. It’s pictures of flowers when you could choose friends instead. It’s pieces of ancient history the size of your fingernail. It’s surprising even yourself with your own antics. It’s crowd surfing in cowboy boots. It’s the aurora burning through the city lights. It’s the old broken bottle that looks just like a diamond ring. It’s the tour slash party. It’s just kind of our lives. It’s singing it like you’ve never heard it before. It’s not fair that good night means goodbye. It’s not lost on me.

It’s finally time. Designated Stranger is out today. I feel really proud and sure of this book, certainly more than I have of almost anything else I’ve ever done. Thanks so much to @thirdhand_books_ and @clementine_was_right and @broompeople and @p.g.gizzi and all my friends who have believed in my work when I had a hard time doing that. I couldn’t post pictures of everyone because there are too many so pick a flower for yourself instead. A lot is different since I began this book three years ago. Who has time to list it all. I’ll be performing some of it on Friday (January 23) with the people who started it with me, the friends whose idea it was to put me on stage with a band, and who truly changed everything about how I write and read and perform poetry. In the book, three years ago, I wrote that people get older and less joyful. Last night, I was thinking that we have proven me wrong. The first time I read a poem from this book, I was in the Torch Club in Sacramento, California, fairly sure we’d be run out of town for what I was about to do. Last month, I read these poems for 700 people in the Williamsburg Hall of Music. It feels like it’s been out, because it has. It’s a book about choosing to live when it’s the hard decision to make. It’s a book about sitting in the car. It’s about this beautiful horrible world. It’s setting your open beer down and leaving it there. It’s Blaze Foley covers. It’s driving the Christmas tree through a funeral. It’s fishbowls and bedbugs. It’s fishing rods and F150s. It’s crying laughing in the Cook Out drive through line. It’s three spaghetts on the Fourth of July. It’s pictures of flowers when you could choose friends instead. It’s pieces of ancient history the size of your fingernail. It’s surprising even yourself with your own antics. It’s crowd surfing in cowboy boots. It’s the aurora burning through the city lights. It’s the old broken bottle that looks just like a diamond ring. It’s the tour slash party. It’s just kind of our lives. It’s singing it like you’ve never heard it before. It’s not fair that good night means goodbye. It’s not lost on me.

It’s finally time. Designated Stranger is out today. I feel really proud and sure of this book, certainly more than I have of almost anything else I’ve ever done. Thanks so much to @thirdhand_books_ and @clementine_was_right and @broompeople and @p.g.gizzi and all my friends who have believed in my work when I had a hard time doing that. I couldn’t post pictures of everyone because there are too many so pick a flower for yourself instead. A lot is different since I began this book three years ago. Who has time to list it all. I’ll be performing some of it on Friday (January 23) with the people who started it with me, the friends whose idea it was to put me on stage with a band, and who truly changed everything about how I write and read and perform poetry. In the book, three years ago, I wrote that people get older and less joyful. Last night, I was thinking that we have proven me wrong. The first time I read a poem from this book, I was in the Torch Club in Sacramento, California, fairly sure we’d be run out of town for what I was about to do. Last month, I read these poems for 700 people in the Williamsburg Hall of Music. It feels like it’s been out, because it has. It’s a book about choosing to live when it’s the hard decision to make. It’s a book about sitting in the car. It’s about this beautiful horrible world. It’s setting your open beer down and leaving it there. It’s Blaze Foley covers. It’s driving the Christmas tree through a funeral. It’s fishbowls and bedbugs. It’s fishing rods and F150s. It’s crying laughing in the Cook Out drive through line. It’s three spaghetts on the Fourth of July. It’s pictures of flowers when you could choose friends instead. It’s pieces of ancient history the size of your fingernail. It’s surprising even yourself with your own antics. It’s crowd surfing in cowboy boots. It’s the aurora burning through the city lights. It’s the old broken bottle that looks just like a diamond ring. It’s the tour slash party. It’s just kind of our lives. It’s singing it like you’ve never heard it before. It’s not fair that good night means goodbye. It’s not lost on me.

It’s finally time. Designated Stranger is out today. I feel really proud and sure of this book, certainly more than I have of almost anything else I’ve ever done. Thanks so much to @thirdhand_books_ and @clementine_was_right and @broompeople and @p.g.gizzi and all my friends who have believed in my work when I had a hard time doing that. I couldn’t post pictures of everyone because there are too many so pick a flower for yourself instead. A lot is different since I began this book three years ago. Who has time to list it all. I’ll be performing some of it on Friday (January 23) with the people who started it with me, the friends whose idea it was to put me on stage with a band, and who truly changed everything about how I write and read and perform poetry. In the book, three years ago, I wrote that people get older and less joyful. Last night, I was thinking that we have proven me wrong. The first time I read a poem from this book, I was in the Torch Club in Sacramento, California, fairly sure we’d be run out of town for what I was about to do. Last month, I read these poems for 700 people in the Williamsburg Hall of Music. It feels like it’s been out, because it has. It’s a book about choosing to live when it’s the hard decision to make. It’s a book about sitting in the car. It’s about this beautiful horrible world. It’s setting your open beer down and leaving it there. It’s Blaze Foley covers. It’s driving the Christmas tree through a funeral. It’s fishbowls and bedbugs. It’s fishing rods and F150s. It’s crying laughing in the Cook Out drive through line. It’s three spaghetts on the Fourth of July. It’s pictures of flowers when you could choose friends instead. It’s pieces of ancient history the size of your fingernail. It’s surprising even yourself with your own antics. It’s crowd surfing in cowboy boots. It’s the aurora burning through the city lights. It’s the old broken bottle that looks just like a diamond ring. It’s the tour slash party. It’s just kind of our lives. It’s singing it like you’ve never heard it before. It’s not fair that good night means goodbye. It’s not lost on me.

It’s finally time. Designated Stranger is out today. I feel really proud and sure of this book, certainly more than I have of almost anything else I’ve ever done. Thanks so much to @thirdhand_books_ and @clementine_was_right and @broompeople and @p.g.gizzi and all my friends who have believed in my work when I had a hard time doing that. I couldn’t post pictures of everyone because there are too many so pick a flower for yourself instead. A lot is different since I began this book three years ago. Who has time to list it all. I’ll be performing some of it on Friday (January 23) with the people who started it with me, the friends whose idea it was to put me on stage with a band, and who truly changed everything about how I write and read and perform poetry. In the book, three years ago, I wrote that people get older and less joyful. Last night, I was thinking that we have proven me wrong. The first time I read a poem from this book, I was in the Torch Club in Sacramento, California, fairly sure we’d be run out of town for what I was about to do. Last month, I read these poems for 700 people in the Williamsburg Hall of Music. It feels like it’s been out, because it has. It’s a book about choosing to live when it’s the hard decision to make. It’s a book about sitting in the car. It’s about this beautiful horrible world. It’s setting your open beer down and leaving it there. It’s Blaze Foley covers. It’s driving the Christmas tree through a funeral. It’s fishbowls and bedbugs. It’s fishing rods and F150s. It’s crying laughing in the Cook Out drive through line. It’s three spaghetts on the Fourth of July. It’s pictures of flowers when you could choose friends instead. It’s pieces of ancient history the size of your fingernail. It’s surprising even yourself with your own antics. It’s crowd surfing in cowboy boots. It’s the aurora burning through the city lights. It’s the old broken bottle that looks just like a diamond ring. It’s the tour slash party. It’s just kind of our lives. It’s singing it like you’ve never heard it before. It’s not fair that good night means goodbye. It’s not lost on me.

It’s finally time. Designated Stranger is out today. I feel really proud and sure of this book, certainly more than I have of almost anything else I’ve ever done. Thanks so much to @thirdhand_books_ and @clementine_was_right and @broompeople and @p.g.gizzi and all my friends who have believed in my work when I had a hard time doing that. I couldn’t post pictures of everyone because there are too many so pick a flower for yourself instead. A lot is different since I began this book three years ago. Who has time to list it all. I’ll be performing some of it on Friday (January 23) with the people who started it with me, the friends whose idea it was to put me on stage with a band, and who truly changed everything about how I write and read and perform poetry. In the book, three years ago, I wrote that people get older and less joyful. Last night, I was thinking that we have proven me wrong. The first time I read a poem from this book, I was in the Torch Club in Sacramento, California, fairly sure we’d be run out of town for what I was about to do. Last month, I read these poems for 700 people in the Williamsburg Hall of Music. It feels like it’s been out, because it has. It’s a book about choosing to live when it’s the hard decision to make. It’s a book about sitting in the car. It’s about this beautiful horrible world. It’s setting your open beer down and leaving it there. It’s Blaze Foley covers. It’s driving the Christmas tree through a funeral. It’s fishbowls and bedbugs. It’s fishing rods and F150s. It’s crying laughing in the Cook Out drive through line. It’s three spaghetts on the Fourth of July. It’s pictures of flowers when you could choose friends instead. It’s pieces of ancient history the size of your fingernail. It’s surprising even yourself with your own antics. It’s crowd surfing in cowboy boots. It’s the aurora burning through the city lights. It’s the old broken bottle that looks just like a diamond ring. It’s the tour slash party. It’s just kind of our lives. It’s singing it like you’ve never heard it before. It’s not fair that good night means goodbye. It’s not lost on me.

It’s finally time. Designated Stranger is out today. I feel really proud and sure of this book, certainly more than I have of almost anything else I’ve ever done. Thanks so much to @thirdhand_books_ and @clementine_was_right and @broompeople and @p.g.gizzi and all my friends who have believed in my work when I had a hard time doing that. I couldn’t post pictures of everyone because there are too many so pick a flower for yourself instead. A lot is different since I began this book three years ago. Who has time to list it all. I’ll be performing some of it on Friday (January 23) with the people who started it with me, the friends whose idea it was to put me on stage with a band, and who truly changed everything about how I write and read and perform poetry. In the book, three years ago, I wrote that people get older and less joyful. Last night, I was thinking that we have proven me wrong. The first time I read a poem from this book, I was in the Torch Club in Sacramento, California, fairly sure we’d be run out of town for what I was about to do. Last month, I read these poems for 700 people in the Williamsburg Hall of Music. It feels like it’s been out, because it has. It’s a book about choosing to live when it’s the hard decision to make. It’s a book about sitting in the car. It’s about this beautiful horrible world. It’s setting your open beer down and leaving it there. It’s Blaze Foley covers. It’s driving the Christmas tree through a funeral. It’s fishbowls and bedbugs. It’s fishing rods and F150s. It’s crying laughing in the Cook Out drive through line. It’s three spaghetts on the Fourth of July. It’s pictures of flowers when you could choose friends instead. It’s pieces of ancient history the size of your fingernail. It’s surprising even yourself with your own antics. It’s crowd surfing in cowboy boots. It’s the aurora burning through the city lights. It’s the old broken bottle that looks just like a diamond ring. It’s the tour slash party. It’s just kind of our lives. It’s singing it like you’ve never heard it before. It’s not fair that good night means goodbye. It’s not lost on me.

It’s finally time. Designated Stranger is out today. I feel really proud and sure of this book, certainly more than I have of almost anything else I’ve ever done. Thanks so much to @thirdhand_books_ and @clementine_was_right and @broompeople and @p.g.gizzi and all my friends who have believed in my work when I had a hard time doing that. I couldn’t post pictures of everyone because there are too many so pick a flower for yourself instead. A lot is different since I began this book three years ago. Who has time to list it all. I’ll be performing some of it on Friday (January 23) with the people who started it with me, the friends whose idea it was to put me on stage with a band, and who truly changed everything about how I write and read and perform poetry. In the book, three years ago, I wrote that people get older and less joyful. Last night, I was thinking that we have proven me wrong. The first time I read a poem from this book, I was in the Torch Club in Sacramento, California, fairly sure we’d be run out of town for what I was about to do. Last month, I read these poems for 700 people in the Williamsburg Hall of Music. It feels like it’s been out, because it has. It’s a book about choosing to live when it’s the hard decision to make. It’s a book about sitting in the car. It’s about this beautiful horrible world. It’s setting your open beer down and leaving it there. It’s Blaze Foley covers. It’s driving the Christmas tree through a funeral. It’s fishbowls and bedbugs. It’s fishing rods and F150s. It’s crying laughing in the Cook Out drive through line. It’s three spaghetts on the Fourth of July. It’s pictures of flowers when you could choose friends instead. It’s pieces of ancient history the size of your fingernail. It’s surprising even yourself with your own antics. It’s crowd surfing in cowboy boots. It’s the aurora burning through the city lights. It’s the old broken bottle that looks just like a diamond ring. It’s the tour slash party. It’s just kind of our lives. It’s singing it like you’ve never heard it before. It’s not fair that good night means goodbye. It’s not lost on me.

It’s finally time. Designated Stranger is out today. I feel really proud and sure of this book, certainly more than I have of almost anything else I’ve ever done. Thanks so much to @thirdhand_books_ and @clementine_was_right and @broompeople and @p.g.gizzi and all my friends who have believed in my work when I had a hard time doing that. I couldn’t post pictures of everyone because there are too many so pick a flower for yourself instead. A lot is different since I began this book three years ago. Who has time to list it all. I’ll be performing some of it on Friday (January 23) with the people who started it with me, the friends whose idea it was to put me on stage with a band, and who truly changed everything about how I write and read and perform poetry. In the book, three years ago, I wrote that people get older and less joyful. Last night, I was thinking that we have proven me wrong. The first time I read a poem from this book, I was in the Torch Club in Sacramento, California, fairly sure we’d be run out of town for what I was about to do. Last month, I read these poems for 700 people in the Williamsburg Hall of Music. It feels like it’s been out, because it has. It’s a book about choosing to live when it’s the hard decision to make. It’s a book about sitting in the car. It’s about this beautiful horrible world. It’s setting your open beer down and leaving it there. It’s Blaze Foley covers. It’s driving the Christmas tree through a funeral. It’s fishbowls and bedbugs. It’s fishing rods and F150s. It’s crying laughing in the Cook Out drive through line. It’s three spaghetts on the Fourth of July. It’s pictures of flowers when you could choose friends instead. It’s pieces of ancient history the size of your fingernail. It’s surprising even yourself with your own antics. It’s crowd surfing in cowboy boots. It’s the aurora burning through the city lights. It’s the old broken bottle that looks just like a diamond ring. It’s the tour slash party. It’s just kind of our lives. It’s singing it like you’ve never heard it before. It’s not fair that good night means goodbye. It’s not lost on me.

It’s finally time. Designated Stranger is out today. I feel really proud and sure of this book, certainly more than I have of almost anything else I’ve ever done. Thanks so much to @thirdhand_books_ and @clementine_was_right and @broompeople and @p.g.gizzi and all my friends who have believed in my work when I had a hard time doing that. I couldn’t post pictures of everyone because there are too many so pick a flower for yourself instead. A lot is different since I began this book three years ago. Who has time to list it all. I’ll be performing some of it on Friday (January 23) with the people who started it with me, the friends whose idea it was to put me on stage with a band, and who truly changed everything about how I write and read and perform poetry. In the book, three years ago, I wrote that people get older and less joyful. Last night, I was thinking that we have proven me wrong. The first time I read a poem from this book, I was in the Torch Club in Sacramento, California, fairly sure we’d be run out of town for what I was about to do. Last month, I read these poems for 700 people in the Williamsburg Hall of Music. It feels like it’s been out, because it has. It’s a book about choosing to live when it’s the hard decision to make. It’s a book about sitting in the car. It’s about this beautiful horrible world. It’s setting your open beer down and leaving it there. It’s Blaze Foley covers. It’s driving the Christmas tree through a funeral. It’s fishbowls and bedbugs. It’s fishing rods and F150s. It’s crying laughing in the Cook Out drive through line. It’s three spaghetts on the Fourth of July. It’s pictures of flowers when you could choose friends instead. It’s pieces of ancient history the size of your fingernail. It’s surprising even yourself with your own antics. It’s crowd surfing in cowboy boots. It’s the aurora burning through the city lights. It’s the old broken bottle that looks just like a diamond ring. It’s the tour slash party. It’s just kind of our lives. It’s singing it like you’ve never heard it before. It’s not fair that good night means goodbye. It’s not lost on me.

It’s finally time. Designated Stranger is out today. I feel really proud and sure of this book, certainly more than I have of almost anything else I’ve ever done. Thanks so much to @thirdhand_books_ and @clementine_was_right and @broompeople and @p.g.gizzi and all my friends who have believed in my work when I had a hard time doing that. I couldn’t post pictures of everyone because there are too many so pick a flower for yourself instead. A lot is different since I began this book three years ago. Who has time to list it all. I’ll be performing some of it on Friday (January 23) with the people who started it with me, the friends whose idea it was to put me on stage with a band, and who truly changed everything about how I write and read and perform poetry. In the book, three years ago, I wrote that people get older and less joyful. Last night, I was thinking that we have proven me wrong. The first time I read a poem from this book, I was in the Torch Club in Sacramento, California, fairly sure we’d be run out of town for what I was about to do. Last month, I read these poems for 700 people in the Williamsburg Hall of Music. It feels like it’s been out, because it has. It’s a book about choosing to live when it’s the hard decision to make. It’s a book about sitting in the car. It’s about this beautiful horrible world. It’s setting your open beer down and leaving it there. It’s Blaze Foley covers. It’s driving the Christmas tree through a funeral. It’s fishbowls and bedbugs. It’s fishing rods and F150s. It’s crying laughing in the Cook Out drive through line. It’s three spaghetts on the Fourth of July. It’s pictures of flowers when you could choose friends instead. It’s pieces of ancient history the size of your fingernail. It’s surprising even yourself with your own antics. It’s crowd surfing in cowboy boots. It’s the aurora burning through the city lights. It’s the old broken bottle that looks just like a diamond ring. It’s the tour slash party. It’s just kind of our lives. It’s singing it like you’ve never heard it before. It’s not fair that good night means goodbye. It’s not lost on me.

It’s finally time. Designated Stranger is out today. I feel really proud and sure of this book, certainly more than I have of almost anything else I’ve ever done. Thanks so much to @thirdhand_books_ and @clementine_was_right and @broompeople and @p.g.gizzi and all my friends who have believed in my work when I had a hard time doing that. I couldn’t post pictures of everyone because there are too many so pick a flower for yourself instead. A lot is different since I began this book three years ago. Who has time to list it all. I’ll be performing some of it on Friday (January 23) with the people who started it with me, the friends whose idea it was to put me on stage with a band, and who truly changed everything about how I write and read and perform poetry. In the book, three years ago, I wrote that people get older and less joyful. Last night, I was thinking that we have proven me wrong. The first time I read a poem from this book, I was in the Torch Club in Sacramento, California, fairly sure we’d be run out of town for what I was about to do. Last month, I read these poems for 700 people in the Williamsburg Hall of Music. It feels like it’s been out, because it has. It’s a book about choosing to live when it’s the hard decision to make. It’s a book about sitting in the car. It’s about this beautiful horrible world. It’s setting your open beer down and leaving it there. It’s Blaze Foley covers. It’s driving the Christmas tree through a funeral. It’s fishbowls and bedbugs. It’s fishing rods and F150s. It’s crying laughing in the Cook Out drive through line. It’s three spaghetts on the Fourth of July. It’s pictures of flowers when you could choose friends instead. It’s pieces of ancient history the size of your fingernail. It’s surprising even yourself with your own antics. It’s crowd surfing in cowboy boots. It’s the aurora burning through the city lights. It’s the old broken bottle that looks just like a diamond ring. It’s the tour slash party. It’s just kind of our lives. It’s singing it like you’ve never heard it before. It’s not fair that good night means goodbye. It’s not lost on me.

It’s finally time. Designated Stranger is out today. I feel really proud and sure of this book, certainly more than I have of almost anything else I’ve ever done. Thanks so much to @thirdhand_books_ and @clementine_was_right and @broompeople and @p.g.gizzi and all my friends who have believed in my work when I had a hard time doing that. I couldn’t post pictures of everyone because there are too many so pick a flower for yourself instead. A lot is different since I began this book three years ago. Who has time to list it all. I’ll be performing some of it on Friday (January 23) with the people who started it with me, the friends whose idea it was to put me on stage with a band, and who truly changed everything about how I write and read and perform poetry. In the book, three years ago, I wrote that people get older and less joyful. Last night, I was thinking that we have proven me wrong. The first time I read a poem from this book, I was in the Torch Club in Sacramento, California, fairly sure we’d be run out of town for what I was about to do. Last month, I read these poems for 700 people in the Williamsburg Hall of Music. It feels like it’s been out, because it has. It’s a book about choosing to live when it’s the hard decision to make. It’s a book about sitting in the car. It’s about this beautiful horrible world. It’s setting your open beer down and leaving it there. It’s Blaze Foley covers. It’s driving the Christmas tree through a funeral. It’s fishbowls and bedbugs. It’s fishing rods and F150s. It’s crying laughing in the Cook Out drive through line. It’s three spaghetts on the Fourth of July. It’s pictures of flowers when you could choose friends instead. It’s pieces of ancient history the size of your fingernail. It’s surprising even yourself with your own antics. It’s crowd surfing in cowboy boots. It’s the aurora burning through the city lights. It’s the old broken bottle that looks just like a diamond ring. It’s the tour slash party. It’s just kind of our lives. It’s singing it like you’ve never heard it before. It’s not fair that good night means goodbye. It’s not lost on me.

It’s finally time. Designated Stranger is out today. I feel really proud and sure of this book, certainly more than I have of almost anything else I’ve ever done. Thanks so much to @thirdhand_books_ and @clementine_was_right and @broompeople and @p.g.gizzi and all my friends who have believed in my work when I had a hard time doing that. I couldn’t post pictures of everyone because there are too many so pick a flower for yourself instead. A lot is different since I began this book three years ago. Who has time to list it all. I’ll be performing some of it on Friday (January 23) with the people who started it with me, the friends whose idea it was to put me on stage with a band, and who truly changed everything about how I write and read and perform poetry. In the book, three years ago, I wrote that people get older and less joyful. Last night, I was thinking that we have proven me wrong. The first time I read a poem from this book, I was in the Torch Club in Sacramento, California, fairly sure we’d be run out of town for what I was about to do. Last month, I read these poems for 700 people in the Williamsburg Hall of Music. It feels like it’s been out, because it has. It’s a book about choosing to live when it’s the hard decision to make. It’s a book about sitting in the car. It’s about this beautiful horrible world. It’s setting your open beer down and leaving it there. It’s Blaze Foley covers. It’s driving the Christmas tree through a funeral. It’s fishbowls and bedbugs. It’s fishing rods and F150s. It’s crying laughing in the Cook Out drive through line. It’s three spaghetts on the Fourth of July. It’s pictures of flowers when you could choose friends instead. It’s pieces of ancient history the size of your fingernail. It’s surprising even yourself with your own antics. It’s crowd surfing in cowboy boots. It’s the aurora burning through the city lights. It’s the old broken bottle that looks just like a diamond ring. It’s the tour slash party. It’s just kind of our lives. It’s singing it like you’ve never heard it before. It’s not fair that good night means goodbye. It’s not lost on me.

It’s finally time. Designated Stranger is out today. I feel really proud and sure of this book, certainly more than I have of almost anything else I’ve ever done. Thanks so much to @thirdhand_books_ and @clementine_was_right and @broompeople and @p.g.gizzi and all my friends who have believed in my work when I had a hard time doing that. I couldn’t post pictures of everyone because there are too many so pick a flower for yourself instead. A lot is different since I began this book three years ago. Who has time to list it all. I’ll be performing some of it on Friday (January 23) with the people who started it with me, the friends whose idea it was to put me on stage with a band, and who truly changed everything about how I write and read and perform poetry. In the book, three years ago, I wrote that people get older and less joyful. Last night, I was thinking that we have proven me wrong. The first time I read a poem from this book, I was in the Torch Club in Sacramento, California, fairly sure we’d be run out of town for what I was about to do. Last month, I read these poems for 700 people in the Williamsburg Hall of Music. It feels like it’s been out, because it has. It’s a book about choosing to live when it’s the hard decision to make. It’s a book about sitting in the car. It’s about this beautiful horrible world. It’s setting your open beer down and leaving it there. It’s Blaze Foley covers. It’s driving the Christmas tree through a funeral. It’s fishbowls and bedbugs. It’s fishing rods and F150s. It’s crying laughing in the Cook Out drive through line. It’s three spaghetts on the Fourth of July. It’s pictures of flowers when you could choose friends instead. It’s pieces of ancient history the size of your fingernail. It’s surprising even yourself with your own antics. It’s crowd surfing in cowboy boots. It’s the aurora burning through the city lights. It’s the old broken bottle that looks just like a diamond ring. It’s the tour slash party. It’s just kind of our lives. It’s singing it like you’ve never heard it before. It’s not fair that good night means goodbye. It’s not lost on me.

It’s finally time. Designated Stranger is out today. I feel really proud and sure of this book, certainly more than I have of almost anything else I’ve ever done. Thanks so much to @thirdhand_books_ and @clementine_was_right and @broompeople and @p.g.gizzi and all my friends who have believed in my work when I had a hard time doing that. I couldn’t post pictures of everyone because there are too many so pick a flower for yourself instead. A lot is different since I began this book three years ago. Who has time to list it all. I’ll be performing some of it on Friday (January 23) with the people who started it with me, the friends whose idea it was to put me on stage with a band, and who truly changed everything about how I write and read and perform poetry. In the book, three years ago, I wrote that people get older and less joyful. Last night, I was thinking that we have proven me wrong. The first time I read a poem from this book, I was in the Torch Club in Sacramento, California, fairly sure we’d be run out of town for what I was about to do. Last month, I read these poems for 700 people in the Williamsburg Hall of Music. It feels like it’s been out, because it has. It’s a book about choosing to live when it’s the hard decision to make. It’s a book about sitting in the car. It’s about this beautiful horrible world. It’s setting your open beer down and leaving it there. It’s Blaze Foley covers. It’s driving the Christmas tree through a funeral. It’s fishbowls and bedbugs. It’s fishing rods and F150s. It’s crying laughing in the Cook Out drive through line. It’s three spaghetts on the Fourth of July. It’s pictures of flowers when you could choose friends instead. It’s pieces of ancient history the size of your fingernail. It’s surprising even yourself with your own antics. It’s crowd surfing in cowboy boots. It’s the aurora burning through the city lights. It’s the old broken bottle that looks just like a diamond ring. It’s the tour slash party. It’s just kind of our lives. It’s singing it like you’ve never heard it before. It’s not fair that good night means goodbye. It’s not lost on me.

It’s finally time. Designated Stranger is out today. I feel really proud and sure of this book, certainly more than I have of almost anything else I’ve ever done. Thanks so much to @thirdhand_books_ and @clementine_was_right and @broompeople and @p.g.gizzi and all my friends who have believed in my work when I had a hard time doing that. I couldn’t post pictures of everyone because there are too many so pick a flower for yourself instead. A lot is different since I began this book three years ago. Who has time to list it all. I’ll be performing some of it on Friday (January 23) with the people who started it with me, the friends whose idea it was to put me on stage with a band, and who truly changed everything about how I write and read and perform poetry. In the book, three years ago, I wrote that people get older and less joyful. Last night, I was thinking that we have proven me wrong. The first time I read a poem from this book, I was in the Torch Club in Sacramento, California, fairly sure we’d be run out of town for what I was about to do. Last month, I read these poems for 700 people in the Williamsburg Hall of Music. It feels like it’s been out, because it has. It’s a book about choosing to live when it’s the hard decision to make. It’s a book about sitting in the car. It’s about this beautiful horrible world. It’s setting your open beer down and leaving it there. It’s Blaze Foley covers. It’s driving the Christmas tree through a funeral. It’s fishbowls and bedbugs. It’s fishing rods and F150s. It’s crying laughing in the Cook Out drive through line. It’s three spaghetts on the Fourth of July. It’s pictures of flowers when you could choose friends instead. It’s pieces of ancient history the size of your fingernail. It’s surprising even yourself with your own antics. It’s crowd surfing in cowboy boots. It’s the aurora burning through the city lights. It’s the old broken bottle that looks just like a diamond ring. It’s the tour slash party. It’s just kind of our lives. It’s singing it like you’ve never heard it before. It’s not fair that good night means goodbye. It’s not lost on me.

It’s finally time. Designated Stranger is out today. I feel really proud and sure of this book, certainly more than I have of almost anything else I’ve ever done. Thanks so much to @thirdhand_books_ and @clementine_was_right and @broompeople and @p.g.gizzi and all my friends who have believed in my work when I had a hard time doing that. I couldn’t post pictures of everyone because there are too many so pick a flower for yourself instead. A lot is different since I began this book three years ago. Who has time to list it all. I’ll be performing some of it on Friday (January 23) with the people who started it with me, the friends whose idea it was to put me on stage with a band, and who truly changed everything about how I write and read and perform poetry. In the book, three years ago, I wrote that people get older and less joyful. Last night, I was thinking that we have proven me wrong. The first time I read a poem from this book, I was in the Torch Club in Sacramento, California, fairly sure we’d be run out of town for what I was about to do. Last month, I read these poems for 700 people in the Williamsburg Hall of Music. It feels like it’s been out, because it has. It’s a book about choosing to live when it’s the hard decision to make. It’s a book about sitting in the car. It’s about this beautiful horrible world. It’s setting your open beer down and leaving it there. It’s Blaze Foley covers. It’s driving the Christmas tree through a funeral. It’s fishbowls and bedbugs. It’s fishing rods and F150s. It’s crying laughing in the Cook Out drive through line. It’s three spaghetts on the Fourth of July. It’s pictures of flowers when you could choose friends instead. It’s pieces of ancient history the size of your fingernail. It’s surprising even yourself with your own antics. It’s crowd surfing in cowboy boots. It’s the aurora burning through the city lights. It’s the old broken bottle that looks just like a diamond ring. It’s the tour slash party. It’s just kind of our lives. It’s singing it like you’ve never heard it before. It’s not fair that good night means goodbye. It’s not lost on me.

It’s finally time. Designated Stranger is out today. I feel really proud and sure of this book, certainly more than I have of almost anything else I’ve ever done. Thanks so much to @thirdhand_books_ and @clementine_was_right and @broompeople and @p.g.gizzi and all my friends who have believed in my work when I had a hard time doing that. I couldn’t post pictures of everyone because there are too many so pick a flower for yourself instead. A lot is different since I began this book three years ago. Who has time to list it all. I’ll be performing some of it on Friday (January 23) with the people who started it with me, the friends whose idea it was to put me on stage with a band, and who truly changed everything about how I write and read and perform poetry. In the book, three years ago, I wrote that people get older and less joyful. Last night, I was thinking that we have proven me wrong. The first time I read a poem from this book, I was in the Torch Club in Sacramento, California, fairly sure we’d be run out of town for what I was about to do. Last month, I read these poems for 700 people in the Williamsburg Hall of Music. It feels like it’s been out, because it has. It’s a book about choosing to live when it’s the hard decision to make. It’s a book about sitting in the car. It’s about this beautiful horrible world. It’s setting your open beer down and leaving it there. It’s Blaze Foley covers. It’s driving the Christmas tree through a funeral. It’s fishbowls and bedbugs. It’s fishing rods and F150s. It’s crying laughing in the Cook Out drive through line. It’s three spaghetts on the Fourth of July. It’s pictures of flowers when you could choose friends instead. It’s pieces of ancient history the size of your fingernail. It’s surprising even yourself with your own antics. It’s crowd surfing in cowboy boots. It’s the aurora burning through the city lights. It’s the old broken bottle that looks just like a diamond ring. It’s the tour slash party. It’s just kind of our lives. It’s singing it like you’ve never heard it before. It’s not fair that good night means goodbye. It’s not lost on me.

It’s finally time. Designated Stranger is out today. I feel really proud and sure of this book, certainly more than I have of almost anything else I’ve ever done. Thanks so much to @thirdhand_books_ and @clementine_was_right and @broompeople and @p.g.gizzi and all my friends who have believed in my work when I had a hard time doing that. I couldn’t post pictures of everyone because there are too many so pick a flower for yourself instead. A lot is different since I began this book three years ago. Who has time to list it all. I’ll be performing some of it on Friday (January 23) with the people who started it with me, the friends whose idea it was to put me on stage with a band, and who truly changed everything about how I write and read and perform poetry. In the book, three years ago, I wrote that people get older and less joyful. Last night, I was thinking that we have proven me wrong. The first time I read a poem from this book, I was in the Torch Club in Sacramento, California, fairly sure we’d be run out of town for what I was about to do. Last month, I read these poems for 700 people in the Williamsburg Hall of Music. It feels like it’s been out, because it has. It’s a book about choosing to live when it’s the hard decision to make. It’s a book about sitting in the car. It’s about this beautiful horrible world. It’s setting your open beer down and leaving it there. It’s Blaze Foley covers. It’s driving the Christmas tree through a funeral. It’s fishbowls and bedbugs. It’s fishing rods and F150s. It’s crying laughing in the Cook Out drive through line. It’s three spaghetts on the Fourth of July. It’s pictures of flowers when you could choose friends instead. It’s pieces of ancient history the size of your fingernail. It’s surprising even yourself with your own antics. It’s crowd surfing in cowboy boots. It’s the aurora burning through the city lights. It’s the old broken bottle that looks just like a diamond ring. It’s the tour slash party. It’s just kind of our lives. It’s singing it like you’ve never heard it before. It’s not fair that good night means goodbye. It’s not lost on me.

DESIGNATED STRANGER
by GION DAVIS
coming Jan. 2026
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A soul dive and a psalm, Gion Davis’s Designated Stranger spans years, states, genders, and climates as it confronts the concurrent apocalypses of being trans and poor in America. Like the designated hitter or designated driver, the trans poet is brought in to get everyone home. The poems in this collection are about living—not forever, but for the ride.
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Gion Davis is a trans poet from Española, New Mexico, where he grew up on a sheep ranch. His poetry has been featured in HAD, No Tokens, Sprung Formal, The Tiny, and other publications. His debut collection, Too Much (2022), was selected by Chen Chen for the 2021 Ghost Peach Press Prize. For the past four years, he has toured and performed with the DIY music collective Clementine Was Right, and his contributions to songwriting have been highlighted in publications such as Paste and Stereogum. He graduated with his MFA in Poetry from the University of Massachusetts Amherst in 2019 and currently lives in Denver, Colorado.
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Pre-orders open at the link in bio ⛽ Cover image by @madelinerupard

Every time I turn around, another month has gone by 🦋 this rain finally making everything beautiful, feeling bad but miraculously just being vitamin deficient, forgetting to do everything so I didn’t plant any seeds this spring, is it too late is what I’m always asking myself, the cat always learning a new word or a new way to destroy something I care about, this season of every weekend being a kind of festival for remembering all the ways we love each other, I am trying very hard to write it down but I also want it to be just for me forever too, I am selfish like that sometimes, it’s crazy what we can do if we do it together so why aren’t we doing anything, even the flowers are sunburnt here, even the mountains have snow today, even I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing anymore, making copious plans in the age of collapse, you have to live your life, is a selfish thing that’s true

Every time I turn around, another month has gone by 🦋 this rain finally making everything beautiful, feeling bad but miraculously just being vitamin deficient, forgetting to do everything so I didn’t plant any seeds this spring, is it too late is what I’m always asking myself, the cat always learning a new word or a new way to destroy something I care about, this season of every weekend being a kind of festival for remembering all the ways we love each other, I am trying very hard to write it down but I also want it to be just for me forever too, I am selfish like that sometimes, it’s crazy what we can do if we do it together so why aren’t we doing anything, even the flowers are sunburnt here, even the mountains have snow today, even I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing anymore, making copious plans in the age of collapse, you have to live your life, is a selfish thing that’s true

Every time I turn around, another month has gone by 🦋 this rain finally making everything beautiful, feeling bad but miraculously just being vitamin deficient, forgetting to do everything so I didn’t plant any seeds this spring, is it too late is what I’m always asking myself, the cat always learning a new word or a new way to destroy something I care about, this season of every weekend being a kind of festival for remembering all the ways we love each other, I am trying very hard to write it down but I also want it to be just for me forever too, I am selfish like that sometimes, it’s crazy what we can do if we do it together so why aren’t we doing anything, even the flowers are sunburnt here, even the mountains have snow today, even I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing anymore, making copious plans in the age of collapse, you have to live your life, is a selfish thing that’s true

Every time I turn around, another month has gone by 🦋 this rain finally making everything beautiful, feeling bad but miraculously just being vitamin deficient, forgetting to do everything so I didn’t plant any seeds this spring, is it too late is what I’m always asking myself, the cat always learning a new word or a new way to destroy something I care about, this season of every weekend being a kind of festival for remembering all the ways we love each other, I am trying very hard to write it down but I also want it to be just for me forever too, I am selfish like that sometimes, it’s crazy what we can do if we do it together so why aren’t we doing anything, even the flowers are sunburnt here, even the mountains have snow today, even I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing anymore, making copious plans in the age of collapse, you have to live your life, is a selfish thing that’s true

Every time I turn around, another month has gone by 🦋 this rain finally making everything beautiful, feeling bad but miraculously just being vitamin deficient, forgetting to do everything so I didn’t plant any seeds this spring, is it too late is what I’m always asking myself, the cat always learning a new word or a new way to destroy something I care about, this season of every weekend being a kind of festival for remembering all the ways we love each other, I am trying very hard to write it down but I also want it to be just for me forever too, I am selfish like that sometimes, it’s crazy what we can do if we do it together so why aren’t we doing anything, even the flowers are sunburnt here, even the mountains have snow today, even I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing anymore, making copious plans in the age of collapse, you have to live your life, is a selfish thing that’s true

Every time I turn around, another month has gone by 🦋 this rain finally making everything beautiful, feeling bad but miraculously just being vitamin deficient, forgetting to do everything so I didn’t plant any seeds this spring, is it too late is what I’m always asking myself, the cat always learning a new word or a new way to destroy something I care about, this season of every weekend being a kind of festival for remembering all the ways we love each other, I am trying very hard to write it down but I also want it to be just for me forever too, I am selfish like that sometimes, it’s crazy what we can do if we do it together so why aren’t we doing anything, even the flowers are sunburnt here, even the mountains have snow today, even I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing anymore, making copious plans in the age of collapse, you have to live your life, is a selfish thing that’s true

Every time I turn around, another month has gone by 🦋 this rain finally making everything beautiful, feeling bad but miraculously just being vitamin deficient, forgetting to do everything so I didn’t plant any seeds this spring, is it too late is what I’m always asking myself, the cat always learning a new word or a new way to destroy something I care about, this season of every weekend being a kind of festival for remembering all the ways we love each other, I am trying very hard to write it down but I also want it to be just for me forever too, I am selfish like that sometimes, it’s crazy what we can do if we do it together so why aren’t we doing anything, even the flowers are sunburnt here, even the mountains have snow today, even I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing anymore, making copious plans in the age of collapse, you have to live your life, is a selfish thing that’s true

Every time I turn around, another month has gone by 🦋 this rain finally making everything beautiful, feeling bad but miraculously just being vitamin deficient, forgetting to do everything so I didn’t plant any seeds this spring, is it too late is what I’m always asking myself, the cat always learning a new word or a new way to destroy something I care about, this season of every weekend being a kind of festival for remembering all the ways we love each other, I am trying very hard to write it down but I also want it to be just for me forever too, I am selfish like that sometimes, it’s crazy what we can do if we do it together so why aren’t we doing anything, even the flowers are sunburnt here, even the mountains have snow today, even I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing anymore, making copious plans in the age of collapse, you have to live your life, is a selfish thing that’s true

Every time I turn around, another month has gone by 🦋 this rain finally making everything beautiful, feeling bad but miraculously just being vitamin deficient, forgetting to do everything so I didn’t plant any seeds this spring, is it too late is what I’m always asking myself, the cat always learning a new word or a new way to destroy something I care about, this season of every weekend being a kind of festival for remembering all the ways we love each other, I am trying very hard to write it down but I also want it to be just for me forever too, I am selfish like that sometimes, it’s crazy what we can do if we do it together so why aren’t we doing anything, even the flowers are sunburnt here, even the mountains have snow today, even I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing anymore, making copious plans in the age of collapse, you have to live your life, is a selfish thing that’s true

Every time I turn around, another month has gone by 🦋 this rain finally making everything beautiful, feeling bad but miraculously just being vitamin deficient, forgetting to do everything so I didn’t plant any seeds this spring, is it too late is what I’m always asking myself, the cat always learning a new word or a new way to destroy something I care about, this season of every weekend being a kind of festival for remembering all the ways we love each other, I am trying very hard to write it down but I also want it to be just for me forever too, I am selfish like that sometimes, it’s crazy what we can do if we do it together so why aren’t we doing anything, even the flowers are sunburnt here, even the mountains have snow today, even I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing anymore, making copious plans in the age of collapse, you have to live your life, is a selfish thing that’s true

Every time I turn around, another month has gone by 🦋 this rain finally making everything beautiful, feeling bad but miraculously just being vitamin deficient, forgetting to do everything so I didn’t plant any seeds this spring, is it too late is what I’m always asking myself, the cat always learning a new word or a new way to destroy something I care about, this season of every weekend being a kind of festival for remembering all the ways we love each other, I am trying very hard to write it down but I also want it to be just for me forever too, I am selfish like that sometimes, it’s crazy what we can do if we do it together so why aren’t we doing anything, even the flowers are sunburnt here, even the mountains have snow today, even I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing anymore, making copious plans in the age of collapse, you have to live your life, is a selfish thing that’s true

Every time I turn around, another month has gone by 🦋 this rain finally making everything beautiful, feeling bad but miraculously just being vitamin deficient, forgetting to do everything so I didn’t plant any seeds this spring, is it too late is what I’m always asking myself, the cat always learning a new word or a new way to destroy something I care about, this season of every weekend being a kind of festival for remembering all the ways we love each other, I am trying very hard to write it down but I also want it to be just for me forever too, I am selfish like that sometimes, it’s crazy what we can do if we do it together so why aren’t we doing anything, even the flowers are sunburnt here, even the mountains have snow today, even I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing anymore, making copious plans in the age of collapse, you have to live your life, is a selfish thing that’s true

Every time I turn around, another month has gone by 🦋 this rain finally making everything beautiful, feeling bad but miraculously just being vitamin deficient, forgetting to do everything so I didn’t plant any seeds this spring, is it too late is what I’m always asking myself, the cat always learning a new word or a new way to destroy something I care about, this season of every weekend being a kind of festival for remembering all the ways we love each other, I am trying very hard to write it down but I also want it to be just for me forever too, I am selfish like that sometimes, it’s crazy what we can do if we do it together so why aren’t we doing anything, even the flowers are sunburnt here, even the mountains have snow today, even I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing anymore, making copious plans in the age of collapse, you have to live your life, is a selfish thing that’s true

Every time I turn around, another month has gone by 🦋 this rain finally making everything beautiful, feeling bad but miraculously just being vitamin deficient, forgetting to do everything so I didn’t plant any seeds this spring, is it too late is what I’m always asking myself, the cat always learning a new word or a new way to destroy something I care about, this season of every weekend being a kind of festival for remembering all the ways we love each other, I am trying very hard to write it down but I also want it to be just for me forever too, I am selfish like that sometimes, it’s crazy what we can do if we do it together so why aren’t we doing anything, even the flowers are sunburnt here, even the mountains have snow today, even I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing anymore, making copious plans in the age of collapse, you have to live your life, is a selfish thing that’s true

Every time I turn around, another month has gone by 🦋 this rain finally making everything beautiful, feeling bad but miraculously just being vitamin deficient, forgetting to do everything so I didn’t plant any seeds this spring, is it too late is what I’m always asking myself, the cat always learning a new word or a new way to destroy something I care about, this season of every weekend being a kind of festival for remembering all the ways we love each other, I am trying very hard to write it down but I also want it to be just for me forever too, I am selfish like that sometimes, it’s crazy what we can do if we do it together so why aren’t we doing anything, even the flowers are sunburnt here, even the mountains have snow today, even I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing anymore, making copious plans in the age of collapse, you have to live your life, is a selfish thing that’s true

Every time I turn around, another month has gone by 🦋 this rain finally making everything beautiful, feeling bad but miraculously just being vitamin deficient, forgetting to do everything so I didn’t plant any seeds this spring, is it too late is what I’m always asking myself, the cat always learning a new word or a new way to destroy something I care about, this season of every weekend being a kind of festival for remembering all the ways we love each other, I am trying very hard to write it down but I also want it to be just for me forever too, I am selfish like that sometimes, it’s crazy what we can do if we do it together so why aren’t we doing anything, even the flowers are sunburnt here, even the mountains have snow today, even I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing anymore, making copious plans in the age of collapse, you have to live your life, is a selfish thing that’s true

Every time I turn around, another month has gone by 🦋 this rain finally making everything beautiful, feeling bad but miraculously just being vitamin deficient, forgetting to do everything so I didn’t plant any seeds this spring, is it too late is what I’m always asking myself, the cat always learning a new word or a new way to destroy something I care about, this season of every weekend being a kind of festival for remembering all the ways we love each other, I am trying very hard to write it down but I also want it to be just for me forever too, I am selfish like that sometimes, it’s crazy what we can do if we do it together so why aren’t we doing anything, even the flowers are sunburnt here, even the mountains have snow today, even I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing anymore, making copious plans in the age of collapse, you have to live your life, is a selfish thing that’s true

Every time I turn around, another month has gone by 🦋 this rain finally making everything beautiful, feeling bad but miraculously just being vitamin deficient, forgetting to do everything so I didn’t plant any seeds this spring, is it too late is what I’m always asking myself, the cat always learning a new word or a new way to destroy something I care about, this season of every weekend being a kind of festival for remembering all the ways we love each other, I am trying very hard to write it down but I also want it to be just for me forever too, I am selfish like that sometimes, it’s crazy what we can do if we do it together so why aren’t we doing anything, even the flowers are sunburnt here, even the mountains have snow today, even I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing anymore, making copious plans in the age of collapse, you have to live your life, is a selfish thing that’s true

Every time I turn around, another month has gone by 🦋 this rain finally making everything beautiful, feeling bad but miraculously just being vitamin deficient, forgetting to do everything so I didn’t plant any seeds this spring, is it too late is what I’m always asking myself, the cat always learning a new word or a new way to destroy something I care about, this season of every weekend being a kind of festival for remembering all the ways we love each other, I am trying very hard to write it down but I also want it to be just for me forever too, I am selfish like that sometimes, it’s crazy what we can do if we do it together so why aren’t we doing anything, even the flowers are sunburnt here, even the mountains have snow today, even I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing anymore, making copious plans in the age of collapse, you have to live your life, is a selfish thing that’s true

It’s official ‼️ Me and the full band of Designated Strangers are opening for @jxfussell THIS Friday (May 8) at @globehalldenver even though the weather is trying to overshadow us 🍧 it’s been hard to find beautiful things in this drought, in this world, in this body and it’s been hard to feel anything in this whirlwind of collapse and isn’t that the point? The snow sneaking in a home run in the bottom of the 9th but we still won’t win the game, theflowers that don’t know what month it is and therefore neither do I, the long haul to keep it together in case we somehow make it out of this because even garlic dreams of a future, all this and more will be shown to you on Friday but you’ll have to be there to see it ❄️

📸 @lk.konkoli.visuals

It’s official ‼️ Me and the full band of Designated Strangers are opening for @jxfussell THIS Friday (May 8) at @globehalldenver even though the weather is trying to overshadow us 🍧 it’s been hard to find beautiful things in this drought, in this world, in this body and it’s been hard to feel anything in this whirlwind of collapse and isn’t that the point? The snow sneaking in a home run in the bottom of the 9th but we still won’t win the game, theflowers that don’t know what month it is and therefore neither do I, the long haul to keep it together in case we somehow make it out of this because even garlic dreams of a future, all this and more will be shown to you on Friday but you’ll have to be there to see it ❄️

📸 @lk.konkoli.visuals

It’s official ‼️ Me and the full band of Designated Strangers are opening for @jxfussell THIS Friday (May 8) at @globehalldenver even though the weather is trying to overshadow us 🍧 it’s been hard to find beautiful things in this drought, in this world, in this body and it’s been hard to feel anything in this whirlwind of collapse and isn’t that the point? The snow sneaking in a home run in the bottom of the 9th but we still won’t win the game, theflowers that don’t know what month it is and therefore neither do I, the long haul to keep it together in case we somehow make it out of this because even garlic dreams of a future, all this and more will be shown to you on Friday but you’ll have to be there to see it ❄️

📸 @lk.konkoli.visuals

It’s official ‼️ Me and the full band of Designated Strangers are opening for @jxfussell THIS Friday (May 8) at @globehalldenver even though the weather is trying to overshadow us 🍧 it’s been hard to find beautiful things in this drought, in this world, in this body and it’s been hard to feel anything in this whirlwind of collapse and isn’t that the point? The snow sneaking in a home run in the bottom of the 9th but we still won’t win the game, theflowers that don’t know what month it is and therefore neither do I, the long haul to keep it together in case we somehow make it out of this because even garlic dreams of a future, all this and more will be shown to you on Friday but you’ll have to be there to see it ❄️

📸 @lk.konkoli.visuals

It’s official ‼️ Me and the full band of Designated Strangers are opening for @jxfussell THIS Friday (May 8) at @globehalldenver even though the weather is trying to overshadow us 🍧 it’s been hard to find beautiful things in this drought, in this world, in this body and it’s been hard to feel anything in this whirlwind of collapse and isn’t that the point? The snow sneaking in a home run in the bottom of the 9th but we still won’t win the game, theflowers that don’t know what month it is and therefore neither do I, the long haul to keep it together in case we somehow make it out of this because even garlic dreams of a future, all this and more will be shown to you on Friday but you’ll have to be there to see it ❄️

📸 @lk.konkoli.visuals

Happy dang birthday to my best friend and co-conspirator and constant companion and love of my life for his big four zero… if you’ve met Mike, you know what it’s like to be in a room with someone for the first (or second.. 😘) time and have the distinct, uncanny feeling that he is going to change your life. Maybe you didn’t know how yet, but you knew it would happen, the way you know the turning of the earth without ever having to think about it. It’s hard to know what to say about Mike because he is always the one who knows what to say. But I know (as do we all) that no one works harder to make this nightmare of a world a better place to be, not because he wants the credit, but because he believes in the certainty and indomitableness of a future that includes everyone, that everyone deserves and will get more out of their lived experience, that no one’s life is wasted or less important than anyone else’s, that we can all be better to each other if we only try. I love Mike because of the way he loves others and the way everyone loves him. I love how patient and kind and thoughtful he is and how hard he works. I love the way he just says yes to things like hosting a show or starting a music festival or printing a book. I love his mysteriously endless energy for organizing. I love the way he wears the same outfit every day. I love him the way a concrete wall loves the color of the sky at dusk. If you know what that means, you probably love him too.

Happy dang birthday to my best friend and co-conspirator and constant companion and love of my life for his big four zero… if you’ve met Mike, you know what it’s like to be in a room with someone for the first (or second.. 😘) time and have the distinct, uncanny feeling that he is going to change your life. Maybe you didn’t know how yet, but you knew it would happen, the way you know the turning of the earth without ever having to think about it. It’s hard to know what to say about Mike because he is always the one who knows what to say. But I know (as do we all) that no one works harder to make this nightmare of a world a better place to be, not because he wants the credit, but because he believes in the certainty and indomitableness of a future that includes everyone, that everyone deserves and will get more out of their lived experience, that no one’s life is wasted or less important than anyone else’s, that we can all be better to each other if we only try. I love Mike because of the way he loves others and the way everyone loves him. I love how patient and kind and thoughtful he is and how hard he works. I love the way he just says yes to things like hosting a show or starting a music festival or printing a book. I love his mysteriously endless energy for organizing. I love the way he wears the same outfit every day. I love him the way a concrete wall loves the color of the sky at dusk. If you know what that means, you probably love him too.

Happy dang birthday to my best friend and co-conspirator and constant companion and love of my life for his big four zero… if you’ve met Mike, you know what it’s like to be in a room with someone for the first (or second.. 😘) time and have the distinct, uncanny feeling that he is going to change your life. Maybe you didn’t know how yet, but you knew it would happen, the way you know the turning of the earth without ever having to think about it. It’s hard to know what to say about Mike because he is always the one who knows what to say. But I know (as do we all) that no one works harder to make this nightmare of a world a better place to be, not because he wants the credit, but because he believes in the certainty and indomitableness of a future that includes everyone, that everyone deserves and will get more out of their lived experience, that no one’s life is wasted or less important than anyone else’s, that we can all be better to each other if we only try. I love Mike because of the way he loves others and the way everyone loves him. I love how patient and kind and thoughtful he is and how hard he works. I love the way he just says yes to things like hosting a show or starting a music festival or printing a book. I love his mysteriously endless energy for organizing. I love the way he wears the same outfit every day. I love him the way a concrete wall loves the color of the sky at dusk. If you know what that means, you probably love him too.

Happy dang birthday to my best friend and co-conspirator and constant companion and love of my life for his big four zero… if you’ve met Mike, you know what it’s like to be in a room with someone for the first (or second.. 😘) time and have the distinct, uncanny feeling that he is going to change your life. Maybe you didn’t know how yet, but you knew it would happen, the way you know the turning of the earth without ever having to think about it. It’s hard to know what to say about Mike because he is always the one who knows what to say. But I know (as do we all) that no one works harder to make this nightmare of a world a better place to be, not because he wants the credit, but because he believes in the certainty and indomitableness of a future that includes everyone, that everyone deserves and will get more out of their lived experience, that no one’s life is wasted or less important than anyone else’s, that we can all be better to each other if we only try. I love Mike because of the way he loves others and the way everyone loves him. I love how patient and kind and thoughtful he is and how hard he works. I love the way he just says yes to things like hosting a show or starting a music festival or printing a book. I love his mysteriously endless energy for organizing. I love the way he wears the same outfit every day. I love him the way a concrete wall loves the color of the sky at dusk. If you know what that means, you probably love him too.

Happy dang birthday to my best friend and co-conspirator and constant companion and love of my life for his big four zero… if you’ve met Mike, you know what it’s like to be in a room with someone for the first (or second.. 😘) time and have the distinct, uncanny feeling that he is going to change your life. Maybe you didn’t know how yet, but you knew it would happen, the way you know the turning of the earth without ever having to think about it. It’s hard to know what to say about Mike because he is always the one who knows what to say. But I know (as do we all) that no one works harder to make this nightmare of a world a better place to be, not because he wants the credit, but because he believes in the certainty and indomitableness of a future that includes everyone, that everyone deserves and will get more out of their lived experience, that no one’s life is wasted or less important than anyone else’s, that we can all be better to each other if we only try. I love Mike because of the way he loves others and the way everyone loves him. I love how patient and kind and thoughtful he is and how hard he works. I love the way he just says yes to things like hosting a show or starting a music festival or printing a book. I love his mysteriously endless energy for organizing. I love the way he wears the same outfit every day. I love him the way a concrete wall loves the color of the sky at dusk. If you know what that means, you probably love him too.

Happy dang birthday to my best friend and co-conspirator and constant companion and love of my life for his big four zero… if you’ve met Mike, you know what it’s like to be in a room with someone for the first (or second.. 😘) time and have the distinct, uncanny feeling that he is going to change your life. Maybe you didn’t know how yet, but you knew it would happen, the way you know the turning of the earth without ever having to think about it. It’s hard to know what to say about Mike because he is always the one who knows what to say. But I know (as do we all) that no one works harder to make this nightmare of a world a better place to be, not because he wants the credit, but because he believes in the certainty and indomitableness of a future that includes everyone, that everyone deserves and will get more out of their lived experience, that no one’s life is wasted or less important than anyone else’s, that we can all be better to each other if we only try. I love Mike because of the way he loves others and the way everyone loves him. I love how patient and kind and thoughtful he is and how hard he works. I love the way he just says yes to things like hosting a show or starting a music festival or printing a book. I love his mysteriously endless energy for organizing. I love the way he wears the same outfit every day. I love him the way a concrete wall loves the color of the sky at dusk. If you know what that means, you probably love him too.

Happy dang birthday to my best friend and co-conspirator and constant companion and love of my life for his big four zero… if you’ve met Mike, you know what it’s like to be in a room with someone for the first (or second.. 😘) time and have the distinct, uncanny feeling that he is going to change your life. Maybe you didn’t know how yet, but you knew it would happen, the way you know the turning of the earth without ever having to think about it. It’s hard to know what to say about Mike because he is always the one who knows what to say. But I know (as do we all) that no one works harder to make this nightmare of a world a better place to be, not because he wants the credit, but because he believes in the certainty and indomitableness of a future that includes everyone, that everyone deserves and will get more out of their lived experience, that no one’s life is wasted or less important than anyone else’s, that we can all be better to each other if we only try. I love Mike because of the way he loves others and the way everyone loves him. I love how patient and kind and thoughtful he is and how hard he works. I love the way he just says yes to things like hosting a show or starting a music festival or printing a book. I love his mysteriously endless energy for organizing. I love the way he wears the same outfit every day. I love him the way a concrete wall loves the color of the sky at dusk. If you know what that means, you probably love him too.

Happy dang birthday to my best friend and co-conspirator and constant companion and love of my life for his big four zero… if you’ve met Mike, you know what it’s like to be in a room with someone for the first (or second.. 😘) time and have the distinct, uncanny feeling that he is going to change your life. Maybe you didn’t know how yet, but you knew it would happen, the way you know the turning of the earth without ever having to think about it. It’s hard to know what to say about Mike because he is always the one who knows what to say. But I know (as do we all) that no one works harder to make this nightmare of a world a better place to be, not because he wants the credit, but because he believes in the certainty and indomitableness of a future that includes everyone, that everyone deserves and will get more out of their lived experience, that no one’s life is wasted or less important than anyone else’s, that we can all be better to each other if we only try. I love Mike because of the way he loves others and the way everyone loves him. I love how patient and kind and thoughtful he is and how hard he works. I love the way he just says yes to things like hosting a show or starting a music festival or printing a book. I love his mysteriously endless energy for organizing. I love the way he wears the same outfit every day. I love him the way a concrete wall loves the color of the sky at dusk. If you know what that means, you probably love him too.

Happy dang birthday to my best friend and co-conspirator and constant companion and love of my life for his big four zero… if you’ve met Mike, you know what it’s like to be in a room with someone for the first (or second.. 😘) time and have the distinct, uncanny feeling that he is going to change your life. Maybe you didn’t know how yet, but you knew it would happen, the way you know the turning of the earth without ever having to think about it. It’s hard to know what to say about Mike because he is always the one who knows what to say. But I know (as do we all) that no one works harder to make this nightmare of a world a better place to be, not because he wants the credit, but because he believes in the certainty and indomitableness of a future that includes everyone, that everyone deserves and will get more out of their lived experience, that no one’s life is wasted or less important than anyone else’s, that we can all be better to each other if we only try. I love Mike because of the way he loves others and the way everyone loves him. I love how patient and kind and thoughtful he is and how hard he works. I love the way he just says yes to things like hosting a show or starting a music festival or printing a book. I love his mysteriously endless energy for organizing. I love the way he wears the same outfit every day. I love him the way a concrete wall loves the color of the sky at dusk. If you know what that means, you probably love him too.

Happy dang birthday to my best friend and co-conspirator and constant companion and love of my life for his big four zero… if you’ve met Mike, you know what it’s like to be in a room with someone for the first (or second.. 😘) time and have the distinct, uncanny feeling that he is going to change your life. Maybe you didn’t know how yet, but you knew it would happen, the way you know the turning of the earth without ever having to think about it. It’s hard to know what to say about Mike because he is always the one who knows what to say. But I know (as do we all) that no one works harder to make this nightmare of a world a better place to be, not because he wants the credit, but because he believes in the certainty and indomitableness of a future that includes everyone, that everyone deserves and will get more out of their lived experience, that no one’s life is wasted or less important than anyone else’s, that we can all be better to each other if we only try. I love Mike because of the way he loves others and the way everyone loves him. I love how patient and kind and thoughtful he is and how hard he works. I love the way he just says yes to things like hosting a show or starting a music festival or printing a book. I love his mysteriously endless energy for organizing. I love the way he wears the same outfit every day. I love him the way a concrete wall loves the color of the sky at dusk. If you know what that means, you probably love him too.

Happy dang birthday to my best friend and co-conspirator and constant companion and love of my life for his big four zero… if you’ve met Mike, you know what it’s like to be in a room with someone for the first (or second.. 😘) time and have the distinct, uncanny feeling that he is going to change your life. Maybe you didn’t know how yet, but you knew it would happen, the way you know the turning of the earth without ever having to think about it. It’s hard to know what to say about Mike because he is always the one who knows what to say. But I know (as do we all) that no one works harder to make this nightmare of a world a better place to be, not because he wants the credit, but because he believes in the certainty and indomitableness of a future that includes everyone, that everyone deserves and will get more out of their lived experience, that no one’s life is wasted or less important than anyone else’s, that we can all be better to each other if we only try. I love Mike because of the way he loves others and the way everyone loves him. I love how patient and kind and thoughtful he is and how hard he works. I love the way he just says yes to things like hosting a show or starting a music festival or printing a book. I love his mysteriously endless energy for organizing. I love the way he wears the same outfit every day. I love him the way a concrete wall loves the color of the sky at dusk. If you know what that means, you probably love him too.

Happy dang birthday to my best friend and co-conspirator and constant companion and love of my life for his big four zero… if you’ve met Mike, you know what it’s like to be in a room with someone for the first (or second.. 😘) time and have the distinct, uncanny feeling that he is going to change your life. Maybe you didn’t know how yet, but you knew it would happen, the way you know the turning of the earth without ever having to think about it. It’s hard to know what to say about Mike because he is always the one who knows what to say. But I know (as do we all) that no one works harder to make this nightmare of a world a better place to be, not because he wants the credit, but because he believes in the certainty and indomitableness of a future that includes everyone, that everyone deserves and will get more out of their lived experience, that no one’s life is wasted or less important than anyone else’s, that we can all be better to each other if we only try. I love Mike because of the way he loves others and the way everyone loves him. I love how patient and kind and thoughtful he is and how hard he works. I love the way he just says yes to things like hosting a show or starting a music festival or printing a book. I love his mysteriously endless energy for organizing. I love the way he wears the same outfit every day. I love him the way a concrete wall loves the color of the sky at dusk. If you know what that means, you probably love him too.

Happy dang birthday to my best friend and co-conspirator and constant companion and love of my life for his big four zero… if you’ve met Mike, you know what it’s like to be in a room with someone for the first (or second.. 😘) time and have the distinct, uncanny feeling that he is going to change your life. Maybe you didn’t know how yet, but you knew it would happen, the way you know the turning of the earth without ever having to think about it. It’s hard to know what to say about Mike because he is always the one who knows what to say. But I know (as do we all) that no one works harder to make this nightmare of a world a better place to be, not because he wants the credit, but because he believes in the certainty and indomitableness of a future that includes everyone, that everyone deserves and will get more out of their lived experience, that no one’s life is wasted or less important than anyone else’s, that we can all be better to each other if we only try. I love Mike because of the way he loves others and the way everyone loves him. I love how patient and kind and thoughtful he is and how hard he works. I love the way he just says yes to things like hosting a show or starting a music festival or printing a book. I love his mysteriously endless energy for organizing. I love the way he wears the same outfit every day. I love him the way a concrete wall loves the color of the sky at dusk. If you know what that means, you probably love him too.

Happy dang birthday to my best friend and co-conspirator and constant companion and love of my life for his big four zero… if you’ve met Mike, you know what it’s like to be in a room with someone for the first (or second.. 😘) time and have the distinct, uncanny feeling that he is going to change your life. Maybe you didn’t know how yet, but you knew it would happen, the way you know the turning of the earth without ever having to think about it. It’s hard to know what to say about Mike because he is always the one who knows what to say. But I know (as do we all) that no one works harder to make this nightmare of a world a better place to be, not because he wants the credit, but because he believes in the certainty and indomitableness of a future that includes everyone, that everyone deserves and will get more out of their lived experience, that no one’s life is wasted or less important than anyone else’s, that we can all be better to each other if we only try. I love Mike because of the way he loves others and the way everyone loves him. I love how patient and kind and thoughtful he is and how hard he works. I love the way he just says yes to things like hosting a show or starting a music festival or printing a book. I love his mysteriously endless energy for organizing. I love the way he wears the same outfit every day. I love him the way a concrete wall loves the color of the sky at dusk. If you know what that means, you probably love him too.

Happy dang birthday to my best friend and co-conspirator and constant companion and love of my life for his big four zero… if you’ve met Mike, you know what it’s like to be in a room with someone for the first (or second.. 😘) time and have the distinct, uncanny feeling that he is going to change your life. Maybe you didn’t know how yet, but you knew it would happen, the way you know the turning of the earth without ever having to think about it. It’s hard to know what to say about Mike because he is always the one who knows what to say. But I know (as do we all) that no one works harder to make this nightmare of a world a better place to be, not because he wants the credit, but because he believes in the certainty and indomitableness of a future that includes everyone, that everyone deserves and will get more out of their lived experience, that no one’s life is wasted or less important than anyone else’s, that we can all be better to each other if we only try. I love Mike because of the way he loves others and the way everyone loves him. I love how patient and kind and thoughtful he is and how hard he works. I love the way he just says yes to things like hosting a show or starting a music festival or printing a book. I love his mysteriously endless energy for organizing. I love the way he wears the same outfit every day. I love him the way a concrete wall loves the color of the sky at dusk. If you know what that means, you probably love him too.

Happy dang birthday to my best friend and co-conspirator and constant companion and love of my life for his big four zero… if you’ve met Mike, you know what it’s like to be in a room with someone for the first (or second.. 😘) time and have the distinct, uncanny feeling that he is going to change your life. Maybe you didn’t know how yet, but you knew it would happen, the way you know the turning of the earth without ever having to think about it. It’s hard to know what to say about Mike because he is always the one who knows what to say. But I know (as do we all) that no one works harder to make this nightmare of a world a better place to be, not because he wants the credit, but because he believes in the certainty and indomitableness of a future that includes everyone, that everyone deserves and will get more out of their lived experience, that no one’s life is wasted or less important than anyone else’s, that we can all be better to each other if we only try. I love Mike because of the way he loves others and the way everyone loves him. I love how patient and kind and thoughtful he is and how hard he works. I love the way he just says yes to things like hosting a show or starting a music festival or printing a book. I love his mysteriously endless energy for organizing. I love the way he wears the same outfit every day. I love him the way a concrete wall loves the color of the sky at dusk. If you know what that means, you probably love him too.

Happy dang birthday to my best friend and co-conspirator and constant companion and love of my life for his big four zero… if you’ve met Mike, you know what it’s like to be in a room with someone for the first (or second.. 😘) time and have the distinct, uncanny feeling that he is going to change your life. Maybe you didn’t know how yet, but you knew it would happen, the way you know the turning of the earth without ever having to think about it. It’s hard to know what to say about Mike because he is always the one who knows what to say. But I know (as do we all) that no one works harder to make this nightmare of a world a better place to be, not because he wants the credit, but because he believes in the certainty and indomitableness of a future that includes everyone, that everyone deserves and will get more out of their lived experience, that no one’s life is wasted or less important than anyone else’s, that we can all be better to each other if we only try. I love Mike because of the way he loves others and the way everyone loves him. I love how patient and kind and thoughtful he is and how hard he works. I love the way he just says yes to things like hosting a show or starting a music festival or printing a book. I love his mysteriously endless energy for organizing. I love the way he wears the same outfit every day. I love him the way a concrete wall loves the color of the sky at dusk. If you know what that means, you probably love him too.

Happy dang birthday to my best friend and co-conspirator and constant companion and love of my life for his big four zero… if you’ve met Mike, you know what it’s like to be in a room with someone for the first (or second.. 😘) time and have the distinct, uncanny feeling that he is going to change your life. Maybe you didn’t know how yet, but you knew it would happen, the way you know the turning of the earth without ever having to think about it. It’s hard to know what to say about Mike because he is always the one who knows what to say. But I know (as do we all) that no one works harder to make this nightmare of a world a better place to be, not because he wants the credit, but because he believes in the certainty and indomitableness of a future that includes everyone, that everyone deserves and will get more out of their lived experience, that no one’s life is wasted or less important than anyone else’s, that we can all be better to each other if we only try. I love Mike because of the way he loves others and the way everyone loves him. I love how patient and kind and thoughtful he is and how hard he works. I love the way he just says yes to things like hosting a show or starting a music festival or printing a book. I love his mysteriously endless energy for organizing. I love the way he wears the same outfit every day. I love him the way a concrete wall loves the color of the sky at dusk. If you know what that means, you probably love him too.

Happy dang birthday to my best friend and co-conspirator and constant companion and love of my life for his big four zero… if you’ve met Mike, you know what it’s like to be in a room with someone for the first (or second.. 😘) time and have the distinct, uncanny feeling that he is going to change your life. Maybe you didn’t know how yet, but you knew it would happen, the way you know the turning of the earth without ever having to think about it. It’s hard to know what to say about Mike because he is always the one who knows what to say. But I know (as do we all) that no one works harder to make this nightmare of a world a better place to be, not because he wants the credit, but because he believes in the certainty and indomitableness of a future that includes everyone, that everyone deserves and will get more out of their lived experience, that no one’s life is wasted or less important than anyone else’s, that we can all be better to each other if we only try. I love Mike because of the way he loves others and the way everyone loves him. I love how patient and kind and thoughtful he is and how hard he works. I love the way he just says yes to things like hosting a show or starting a music festival or printing a book. I love his mysteriously endless energy for organizing. I love the way he wears the same outfit every day. I love him the way a concrete wall loves the color of the sky at dusk. If you know what that means, you probably love him too.

Happy dang birthday to my best friend and co-conspirator and constant companion and love of my life for his big four zero… if you’ve met Mike, you know what it’s like to be in a room with someone for the first (or second.. 😘) time and have the distinct, uncanny feeling that he is going to change your life. Maybe you didn’t know how yet, but you knew it would happen, the way you know the turning of the earth without ever having to think about it. It’s hard to know what to say about Mike because he is always the one who knows what to say. But I know (as do we all) that no one works harder to make this nightmare of a world a better place to be, not because he wants the credit, but because he believes in the certainty and indomitableness of a future that includes everyone, that everyone deserves and will get more out of their lived experience, that no one’s life is wasted or less important than anyone else’s, that we can all be better to each other if we only try. I love Mike because of the way he loves others and the way everyone loves him. I love how patient and kind and thoughtful he is and how hard he works. I love the way he just says yes to things like hosting a show or starting a music festival or printing a book. I love his mysteriously endless energy for organizing. I love the way he wears the same outfit every day. I love him the way a concrete wall loves the color of the sky at dusk. If you know what that means, you probably love him too.

Happy trans day of visibility even though I am having a hard time thinking of something to say about why it’s a good thing to be trans right now BUT happy to say love and friendship are still on the menu 💫 I and my band of strangers (best friends) will be opening for @alanamarsmusic at her going away show (waaahhhh 😭) at @hidive_denver NEXT Friday, April 10 🔮 and before that I will be performing as usual with @clementine_was_right in my own backyard for @ev.evvv ‘s going away show (waaaaaaaahhhh 😭😭) THIS Sunday, April 5!!

I’m not posting much these days but I can say we recorded an EP and started a music festival and sold out in 3 weeks and it was 90 degrees in March and I went to Baltimore and Utah and 1000 shows and birthday parties and the windowless stairwell inside every major institution and I read the words the last generation to know fireflies is already born and I wondered if all that’s left on earth is war and dead kids and money and if your life will ever be worth more to this place than the ten skinny shit-covered cows on the side of the road or if it matters that you sang happy birthday over dancing in the dark or that you can get 600 people to scream back to you or that you were chosen, but not by any kind of god or that love preserves freedom by failing. All this exciting and beautiful misery, all this scrabbling to find a future inside a picked clean carcass, all this bursting forth into unrestrained happiness.

Happy trans day of visibility even though I am having a hard time thinking of something to say about why it’s a good thing to be trans right now BUT happy to say love and friendship are still on the menu 💫 I and my band of strangers (best friends) will be opening for @alanamarsmusic at her going away show (waaahhhh 😭) at @hidive_denver NEXT Friday, April 10 🔮 and before that I will be performing as usual with @clementine_was_right in my own backyard for @ev.evvv ‘s going away show (waaaaaaaahhhh 😭😭) THIS Sunday, April 5!!

I’m not posting much these days but I can say we recorded an EP and started a music festival and sold out in 3 weeks and it was 90 degrees in March and I went to Baltimore and Utah and 1000 shows and birthday parties and the windowless stairwell inside every major institution and I read the words the last generation to know fireflies is already born and I wondered if all that’s left on earth is war and dead kids and money and if your life will ever be worth more to this place than the ten skinny shit-covered cows on the side of the road or if it matters that you sang happy birthday over dancing in the dark or that you can get 600 people to scream back to you or that you were chosen, but not by any kind of god or that love preserves freedom by failing. All this exciting and beautiful misery, all this scrabbling to find a future inside a picked clean carcass, all this bursting forth into unrestrained happiness.

Happy trans day of visibility even though I am having a hard time thinking of something to say about why it’s a good thing to be trans right now BUT happy to say love and friendship are still on the menu 💫 I and my band of strangers (best friends) will be opening for @alanamarsmusic at her going away show (waaahhhh 😭) at @hidive_denver NEXT Friday, April 10 🔮 and before that I will be performing as usual with @clementine_was_right in my own backyard for @ev.evvv ‘s going away show (waaaaaaaahhhh 😭😭) THIS Sunday, April 5!!

I’m not posting much these days but I can say we recorded an EP and started a music festival and sold out in 3 weeks and it was 90 degrees in March and I went to Baltimore and Utah and 1000 shows and birthday parties and the windowless stairwell inside every major institution and I read the words the last generation to know fireflies is already born and I wondered if all that’s left on earth is war and dead kids and money and if your life will ever be worth more to this place than the ten skinny shit-covered cows on the side of the road or if it matters that you sang happy birthday over dancing in the dark or that you can get 600 people to scream back to you or that you were chosen, but not by any kind of god or that love preserves freedom by failing. All this exciting and beautiful misery, all this scrabbling to find a future inside a picked clean carcass, all this bursting forth into unrestrained happiness.

Happy trans day of visibility even though I am having a hard time thinking of something to say about why it’s a good thing to be trans right now BUT happy to say love and friendship are still on the menu 💫 I and my band of strangers (best friends) will be opening for @alanamarsmusic at her going away show (waaahhhh 😭) at @hidive_denver NEXT Friday, April 10 🔮 and before that I will be performing as usual with @clementine_was_right in my own backyard for @ev.evvv ‘s going away show (waaaaaaaahhhh 😭😭) THIS Sunday, April 5!!

I’m not posting much these days but I can say we recorded an EP and started a music festival and sold out in 3 weeks and it was 90 degrees in March and I went to Baltimore and Utah and 1000 shows and birthday parties and the windowless stairwell inside every major institution and I read the words the last generation to know fireflies is already born and I wondered if all that’s left on earth is war and dead kids and money and if your life will ever be worth more to this place than the ten skinny shit-covered cows on the side of the road or if it matters that you sang happy birthday over dancing in the dark or that you can get 600 people to scream back to you or that you were chosen, but not by any kind of god or that love preserves freedom by failing. All this exciting and beautiful misery, all this scrabbling to find a future inside a picked clean carcass, all this bursting forth into unrestrained happiness.

Happy trans day of visibility even though I am having a hard time thinking of something to say about why it’s a good thing to be trans right now BUT happy to say love and friendship are still on the menu 💫 I and my band of strangers (best friends) will be opening for @alanamarsmusic at her going away show (waaahhhh 😭) at @hidive_denver NEXT Friday, April 10 🔮 and before that I will be performing as usual with @clementine_was_right in my own backyard for @ev.evvv ‘s going away show (waaaaaaaahhhh 😭😭) THIS Sunday, April 5!!

I’m not posting much these days but I can say we recorded an EP and started a music festival and sold out in 3 weeks and it was 90 degrees in March and I went to Baltimore and Utah and 1000 shows and birthday parties and the windowless stairwell inside every major institution and I read the words the last generation to know fireflies is already born and I wondered if all that’s left on earth is war and dead kids and money and if your life will ever be worth more to this place than the ten skinny shit-covered cows on the side of the road or if it matters that you sang happy birthday over dancing in the dark or that you can get 600 people to scream back to you or that you were chosen, but not by any kind of god or that love preserves freedom by failing. All this exciting and beautiful misery, all this scrabbling to find a future inside a picked clean carcass, all this bursting forth into unrestrained happiness.

Happy trans day of visibility even though I am having a hard time thinking of something to say about why it’s a good thing to be trans right now BUT happy to say love and friendship are still on the menu 💫 I and my band of strangers (best friends) will be opening for @alanamarsmusic at her going away show (waaahhhh 😭) at @hidive_denver NEXT Friday, April 10 🔮 and before that I will be performing as usual with @clementine_was_right in my own backyard for @ev.evvv ‘s going away show (waaaaaaaahhhh 😭😭) THIS Sunday, April 5!!

I’m not posting much these days but I can say we recorded an EP and started a music festival and sold out in 3 weeks and it was 90 degrees in March and I went to Baltimore and Utah and 1000 shows and birthday parties and the windowless stairwell inside every major institution and I read the words the last generation to know fireflies is already born and I wondered if all that’s left on earth is war and dead kids and money and if your life will ever be worth more to this place than the ten skinny shit-covered cows on the side of the road or if it matters that you sang happy birthday over dancing in the dark or that you can get 600 people to scream back to you or that you were chosen, but not by any kind of god or that love preserves freedom by failing. All this exciting and beautiful misery, all this scrabbling to find a future inside a picked clean carcass, all this bursting forth into unrestrained happiness.

Happy trans day of visibility even though I am having a hard time thinking of something to say about why it’s a good thing to be trans right now BUT happy to say love and friendship are still on the menu 💫 I and my band of strangers (best friends) will be opening for @alanamarsmusic at her going away show (waaahhhh 😭) at @hidive_denver NEXT Friday, April 10 🔮 and before that I will be performing as usual with @clementine_was_right in my own backyard for @ev.evvv ‘s going away show (waaaaaaaahhhh 😭😭) THIS Sunday, April 5!!

I’m not posting much these days but I can say we recorded an EP and started a music festival and sold out in 3 weeks and it was 90 degrees in March and I went to Baltimore and Utah and 1000 shows and birthday parties and the windowless stairwell inside every major institution and I read the words the last generation to know fireflies is already born and I wondered if all that’s left on earth is war and dead kids and money and if your life will ever be worth more to this place than the ten skinny shit-covered cows on the side of the road or if it matters that you sang happy birthday over dancing in the dark or that you can get 600 people to scream back to you or that you were chosen, but not by any kind of god or that love preserves freedom by failing. All this exciting and beautiful misery, all this scrabbling to find a future inside a picked clean carcass, all this bursting forth into unrestrained happiness.

Happy trans day of visibility even though I am having a hard time thinking of something to say about why it’s a good thing to be trans right now BUT happy to say love and friendship are still on the menu 💫 I and my band of strangers (best friends) will be opening for @alanamarsmusic at her going away show (waaahhhh 😭) at @hidive_denver NEXT Friday, April 10 🔮 and before that I will be performing as usual with @clementine_was_right in my own backyard for @ev.evvv ‘s going away show (waaaaaaaahhhh 😭😭) THIS Sunday, April 5!!

I’m not posting much these days but I can say we recorded an EP and started a music festival and sold out in 3 weeks and it was 90 degrees in March and I went to Baltimore and Utah and 1000 shows and birthday parties and the windowless stairwell inside every major institution and I read the words the last generation to know fireflies is already born and I wondered if all that’s left on earth is war and dead kids and money and if your life will ever be worth more to this place than the ten skinny shit-covered cows on the side of the road or if it matters that you sang happy birthday over dancing in the dark or that you can get 600 people to scream back to you or that you were chosen, but not by any kind of god or that love preserves freedom by failing. All this exciting and beautiful misery, all this scrabbling to find a future inside a picked clean carcass, all this bursting forth into unrestrained happiness.

Happy trans day of visibility even though I am having a hard time thinking of something to say about why it’s a good thing to be trans right now BUT happy to say love and friendship are still on the menu 💫 I and my band of strangers (best friends) will be opening for @alanamarsmusic at her going away show (waaahhhh 😭) at @hidive_denver NEXT Friday, April 10 🔮 and before that I will be performing as usual with @clementine_was_right in my own backyard for @ev.evvv ‘s going away show (waaaaaaaahhhh 😭😭) THIS Sunday, April 5!!

I’m not posting much these days but I can say we recorded an EP and started a music festival and sold out in 3 weeks and it was 90 degrees in March and I went to Baltimore and Utah and 1000 shows and birthday parties and the windowless stairwell inside every major institution and I read the words the last generation to know fireflies is already born and I wondered if all that’s left on earth is war and dead kids and money and if your life will ever be worth more to this place than the ten skinny shit-covered cows on the side of the road or if it matters that you sang happy birthday over dancing in the dark or that you can get 600 people to scream back to you or that you were chosen, but not by any kind of god or that love preserves freedom by failing. All this exciting and beautiful misery, all this scrabbling to find a future inside a picked clean carcass, all this bursting forth into unrestrained happiness.

Happy trans day of visibility even though I am having a hard time thinking of something to say about why it’s a good thing to be trans right now BUT happy to say love and friendship are still on the menu 💫 I and my band of strangers (best friends) will be opening for @alanamarsmusic at her going away show (waaahhhh 😭) at @hidive_denver NEXT Friday, April 10 🔮 and before that I will be performing as usual with @clementine_was_right in my own backyard for @ev.evvv ‘s going away show (waaaaaaaahhhh 😭😭) THIS Sunday, April 5!!

I’m not posting much these days but I can say we recorded an EP and started a music festival and sold out in 3 weeks and it was 90 degrees in March and I went to Baltimore and Utah and 1000 shows and birthday parties and the windowless stairwell inside every major institution and I read the words the last generation to know fireflies is already born and I wondered if all that’s left on earth is war and dead kids and money and if your life will ever be worth more to this place than the ten skinny shit-covered cows on the side of the road or if it matters that you sang happy birthday over dancing in the dark or that you can get 600 people to scream back to you or that you were chosen, but not by any kind of god or that love preserves freedom by failing. All this exciting and beautiful misery, all this scrabbling to find a future inside a picked clean carcass, all this bursting forth into unrestrained happiness.

Happy trans day of visibility even though I am having a hard time thinking of something to say about why it’s a good thing to be trans right now BUT happy to say love and friendship are still on the menu 💫 I and my band of strangers (best friends) will be opening for @alanamarsmusic at her going away show (waaahhhh 😭) at @hidive_denver NEXT Friday, April 10 🔮 and before that I will be performing as usual with @clementine_was_right in my own backyard for @ev.evvv ‘s going away show (waaaaaaaahhhh 😭😭) THIS Sunday, April 5!!

I’m not posting much these days but I can say we recorded an EP and started a music festival and sold out in 3 weeks and it was 90 degrees in March and I went to Baltimore and Utah and 1000 shows and birthday parties and the windowless stairwell inside every major institution and I read the words the last generation to know fireflies is already born and I wondered if all that’s left on earth is war and dead kids and money and if your life will ever be worth more to this place than the ten skinny shit-covered cows on the side of the road or if it matters that you sang happy birthday over dancing in the dark or that you can get 600 people to scream back to you or that you were chosen, but not by any kind of god or that love preserves freedom by failing. All this exciting and beautiful misery, all this scrabbling to find a future inside a picked clean carcass, all this bursting forth into unrestrained happiness.

Happy trans day of visibility even though I am having a hard time thinking of something to say about why it’s a good thing to be trans right now BUT happy to say love and friendship are still on the menu 💫 I and my band of strangers (best friends) will be opening for @alanamarsmusic at her going away show (waaahhhh 😭) at @hidive_denver NEXT Friday, April 10 🔮 and before that I will be performing as usual with @clementine_was_right in my own backyard for @ev.evvv ‘s going away show (waaaaaaaahhhh 😭😭) THIS Sunday, April 5!!

I’m not posting much these days but I can say we recorded an EP and started a music festival and sold out in 3 weeks and it was 90 degrees in March and I went to Baltimore and Utah and 1000 shows and birthday parties and the windowless stairwell inside every major institution and I read the words the last generation to know fireflies is already born and I wondered if all that’s left on earth is war and dead kids and money and if your life will ever be worth more to this place than the ten skinny shit-covered cows on the side of the road or if it matters that you sang happy birthday over dancing in the dark or that you can get 600 people to scream back to you or that you were chosen, but not by any kind of god or that love preserves freedom by failing. All this exciting and beautiful misery, all this scrabbling to find a future inside a picked clean carcass, all this bursting forth into unrestrained happiness.

Happy trans day of visibility even though I am having a hard time thinking of something to say about why it’s a good thing to be trans right now BUT happy to say love and friendship are still on the menu 💫 I and my band of strangers (best friends) will be opening for @alanamarsmusic at her going away show (waaahhhh 😭) at @hidive_denver NEXT Friday, April 10 🔮 and before that I will be performing as usual with @clementine_was_right in my own backyard for @ev.evvv ‘s going away show (waaaaaaaahhhh 😭😭) THIS Sunday, April 5!!

I’m not posting much these days but I can say we recorded an EP and started a music festival and sold out in 3 weeks and it was 90 degrees in March and I went to Baltimore and Utah and 1000 shows and birthday parties and the windowless stairwell inside every major institution and I read the words the last generation to know fireflies is already born and I wondered if all that’s left on earth is war and dead kids and money and if your life will ever be worth more to this place than the ten skinny shit-covered cows on the side of the road or if it matters that you sang happy birthday over dancing in the dark or that you can get 600 people to scream back to you or that you were chosen, but not by any kind of god or that love preserves freedom by failing. All this exciting and beautiful misery, all this scrabbling to find a future inside a picked clean carcass, all this bursting forth into unrestrained happiness.

Happy trans day of visibility even though I am having a hard time thinking of something to say about why it’s a good thing to be trans right now BUT happy to say love and friendship are still on the menu 💫 I and my band of strangers (best friends) will be opening for @alanamarsmusic at her going away show (waaahhhh 😭) at @hidive_denver NEXT Friday, April 10 🔮 and before that I will be performing as usual with @clementine_was_right in my own backyard for @ev.evvv ‘s going away show (waaaaaaaahhhh 😭😭) THIS Sunday, April 5!!

I’m not posting much these days but I can say we recorded an EP and started a music festival and sold out in 3 weeks and it was 90 degrees in March and I went to Baltimore and Utah and 1000 shows and birthday parties and the windowless stairwell inside every major institution and I read the words the last generation to know fireflies is already born and I wondered if all that’s left on earth is war and dead kids and money and if your life will ever be worth more to this place than the ten skinny shit-covered cows on the side of the road or if it matters that you sang happy birthday over dancing in the dark or that you can get 600 people to scream back to you or that you were chosen, but not by any kind of god or that love preserves freedom by failing. All this exciting and beautiful misery, all this scrabbling to find a future inside a picked clean carcass, all this bursting forth into unrestrained happiness.

Happy trans day of visibility even though I am having a hard time thinking of something to say about why it’s a good thing to be trans right now BUT happy to say love and friendship are still on the menu 💫 I and my band of strangers (best friends) will be opening for @alanamarsmusic at her going away show (waaahhhh 😭) at @hidive_denver NEXT Friday, April 10 🔮 and before that I will be performing as usual with @clementine_was_right in my own backyard for @ev.evvv ‘s going away show (waaaaaaaahhhh 😭😭) THIS Sunday, April 5!!

I’m not posting much these days but I can say we recorded an EP and started a music festival and sold out in 3 weeks and it was 90 degrees in March and I went to Baltimore and Utah and 1000 shows and birthday parties and the windowless stairwell inside every major institution and I read the words the last generation to know fireflies is already born and I wondered if all that’s left on earth is war and dead kids and money and if your life will ever be worth more to this place than the ten skinny shit-covered cows on the side of the road or if it matters that you sang happy birthday over dancing in the dark or that you can get 600 people to scream back to you or that you were chosen, but not by any kind of god or that love preserves freedom by failing. All this exciting and beautiful misery, all this scrabbling to find a future inside a picked clean carcass, all this bursting forth into unrestrained happiness.

Happy trans day of visibility even though I am having a hard time thinking of something to say about why it’s a good thing to be trans right now BUT happy to say love and friendship are still on the menu 💫 I and my band of strangers (best friends) will be opening for @alanamarsmusic at her going away show (waaahhhh 😭) at @hidive_denver NEXT Friday, April 10 🔮 and before that I will be performing as usual with @clementine_was_right in my own backyard for @ev.evvv ‘s going away show (waaaaaaaahhhh 😭😭) THIS Sunday, April 5!!

I’m not posting much these days but I can say we recorded an EP and started a music festival and sold out in 3 weeks and it was 90 degrees in March and I went to Baltimore and Utah and 1000 shows and birthday parties and the windowless stairwell inside every major institution and I read the words the last generation to know fireflies is already born and I wondered if all that’s left on earth is war and dead kids and money and if your life will ever be worth more to this place than the ten skinny shit-covered cows on the side of the road or if it matters that you sang happy birthday over dancing in the dark or that you can get 600 people to scream back to you or that you were chosen, but not by any kind of god or that love preserves freedom by failing. All this exciting and beautiful misery, all this scrabbling to find a future inside a picked clean carcass, all this bursting forth into unrestrained happiness.

Happy trans day of visibility even though I am having a hard time thinking of something to say about why it’s a good thing to be trans right now BUT happy to say love and friendship are still on the menu 💫 I and my band of strangers (best friends) will be opening for @alanamarsmusic at her going away show (waaahhhh 😭) at @hidive_denver NEXT Friday, April 10 🔮 and before that I will be performing as usual with @clementine_was_right in my own backyard for @ev.evvv ‘s going away show (waaaaaaaahhhh 😭😭) THIS Sunday, April 5!!

I’m not posting much these days but I can say we recorded an EP and started a music festival and sold out in 3 weeks and it was 90 degrees in March and I went to Baltimore and Utah and 1000 shows and birthday parties and the windowless stairwell inside every major institution and I read the words the last generation to know fireflies is already born and I wondered if all that’s left on earth is war and dead kids and money and if your life will ever be worth more to this place than the ten skinny shit-covered cows on the side of the road or if it matters that you sang happy birthday over dancing in the dark or that you can get 600 people to scream back to you or that you were chosen, but not by any kind of god or that love preserves freedom by failing. All this exciting and beautiful misery, all this scrabbling to find a future inside a picked clean carcass, all this bursting forth into unrestrained happiness.

Happy trans day of visibility even though I am having a hard time thinking of something to say about why it’s a good thing to be trans right now BUT happy to say love and friendship are still on the menu 💫 I and my band of strangers (best friends) will be opening for @alanamarsmusic at her going away show (waaahhhh 😭) at @hidive_denver NEXT Friday, April 10 🔮 and before that I will be performing as usual with @clementine_was_right in my own backyard for @ev.evvv ‘s going away show (waaaaaaaahhhh 😭😭) THIS Sunday, April 5!!

I’m not posting much these days but I can say we recorded an EP and started a music festival and sold out in 3 weeks and it was 90 degrees in March and I went to Baltimore and Utah and 1000 shows and birthday parties and the windowless stairwell inside every major institution and I read the words the last generation to know fireflies is already born and I wondered if all that’s left on earth is war and dead kids and money and if your life will ever be worth more to this place than the ten skinny shit-covered cows on the side of the road or if it matters that you sang happy birthday over dancing in the dark or that you can get 600 people to scream back to you or that you were chosen, but not by any kind of god or that love preserves freedom by failing. All this exciting and beautiful misery, all this scrabbling to find a future inside a picked clean carcass, all this bursting forth into unrestrained happiness.

Happy trans day of visibility even though I am having a hard time thinking of something to say about why it’s a good thing to be trans right now BUT happy to say love and friendship are still on the menu 💫 I and my band of strangers (best friends) will be opening for @alanamarsmusic at her going away show (waaahhhh 😭) at @hidive_denver NEXT Friday, April 10 🔮 and before that I will be performing as usual with @clementine_was_right in my own backyard for @ev.evvv ‘s going away show (waaaaaaaahhhh 😭😭) THIS Sunday, April 5!!

I’m not posting much these days but I can say we recorded an EP and started a music festival and sold out in 3 weeks and it was 90 degrees in March and I went to Baltimore and Utah and 1000 shows and birthday parties and the windowless stairwell inside every major institution and I read the words the last generation to know fireflies is already born and I wondered if all that’s left on earth is war and dead kids and money and if your life will ever be worth more to this place than the ten skinny shit-covered cows on the side of the road or if it matters that you sang happy birthday over dancing in the dark or that you can get 600 people to scream back to you or that you were chosen, but not by any kind of god or that love preserves freedom by failing. All this exciting and beautiful misery, all this scrabbling to find a future inside a picked clean carcass, all this bursting forth into unrestrained happiness.

Happy trans day of visibility even though I am having a hard time thinking of something to say about why it’s a good thing to be trans right now BUT happy to say love and friendship are still on the menu 💫 I and my band of strangers (best friends) will be opening for @alanamarsmusic at her going away show (waaahhhh 😭) at @hidive_denver NEXT Friday, April 10 🔮 and before that I will be performing as usual with @clementine_was_right in my own backyard for @ev.evvv ‘s going away show (waaaaaaaahhhh 😭😭) THIS Sunday, April 5!!

I’m not posting much these days but I can say we recorded an EP and started a music festival and sold out in 3 weeks and it was 90 degrees in March and I went to Baltimore and Utah and 1000 shows and birthday parties and the windowless stairwell inside every major institution and I read the words the last generation to know fireflies is already born and I wondered if all that’s left on earth is war and dead kids and money and if your life will ever be worth more to this place than the ten skinny shit-covered cows on the side of the road or if it matters that you sang happy birthday over dancing in the dark or that you can get 600 people to scream back to you or that you were chosen, but not by any kind of god or that love preserves freedom by failing. All this exciting and beautiful misery, all this scrabbling to find a future inside a picked clean carcass, all this bursting forth into unrestrained happiness.

biggest news ever that I’ve been holding close to the denim fringe: I am joining @thisisaaronwest for 3 shows in Boston, Brooklyn, & Baltimore in less than a week (December 11, 12, 13, respectively). If you know me, you know how much it means to be invited by @broompeople to get in the van (rental car). I have also been allowed to take copies of Designated Stranger on the road a whole month early thanks to @thirdhand_books_ so come get yours before anyone else!! I’ve had 3 dreams where I forget how to read (one for each show) so you know it’s going to be insane and magic and all that. Otherwise, is it heaven or the $1 car wash? Is it the last waltz or the beginning of the end of the beginning? Is anybody special or is it just us? Can you remember all the words to cripple creek? Do you peel a persimmon with the back of a spoon? Have you used whippets from Walmart or Amazon? Do you wear shorts so you can get violent? Did you know a cat can dislocate her tail? Do you try to write lovely and get lonely? Is being a watcher a choice? I can’t put any pressure on it.

biggest news ever that I’ve been holding close to the denim fringe: I am joining @thisisaaronwest for 3 shows in Boston, Brooklyn, & Baltimore in less than a week (December 11, 12, 13, respectively). If you know me, you know how much it means to be invited by @broompeople to get in the van (rental car). I have also been allowed to take copies of Designated Stranger on the road a whole month early thanks to @thirdhand_books_ so come get yours before anyone else!! I’ve had 3 dreams where I forget how to read (one for each show) so you know it’s going to be insane and magic and all that. Otherwise, is it heaven or the $1 car wash? Is it the last waltz or the beginning of the end of the beginning? Is anybody special or is it just us? Can you remember all the words to cripple creek? Do you peel a persimmon with the back of a spoon? Have you used whippets from Walmart or Amazon? Do you wear shorts so you can get violent? Did you know a cat can dislocate her tail? Do you try to write lovely and get lonely? Is being a watcher a choice? I can’t put any pressure on it.

biggest news ever that I’ve been holding close to the denim fringe: I am joining @thisisaaronwest for 3 shows in Boston, Brooklyn, & Baltimore in less than a week (December 11, 12, 13, respectively). If you know me, you know how much it means to be invited by @broompeople to get in the van (rental car). I have also been allowed to take copies of Designated Stranger on the road a whole month early thanks to @thirdhand_books_ so come get yours before anyone else!! I’ve had 3 dreams where I forget how to read (one for each show) so you know it’s going to be insane and magic and all that. Otherwise, is it heaven or the $1 car wash? Is it the last waltz or the beginning of the end of the beginning? Is anybody special or is it just us? Can you remember all the words to cripple creek? Do you peel a persimmon with the back of a spoon? Have you used whippets from Walmart or Amazon? Do you wear shorts so you can get violent? Did you know a cat can dislocate her tail? Do you try to write lovely and get lonely? Is being a watcher a choice? I can’t put any pressure on it.

biggest news ever that I’ve been holding close to the denim fringe: I am joining @thisisaaronwest for 3 shows in Boston, Brooklyn, & Baltimore in less than a week (December 11, 12, 13, respectively). If you know me, you know how much it means to be invited by @broompeople to get in the van (rental car). I have also been allowed to take copies of Designated Stranger on the road a whole month early thanks to @thirdhand_books_ so come get yours before anyone else!! I’ve had 3 dreams where I forget how to read (one for each show) so you know it’s going to be insane and magic and all that. Otherwise, is it heaven or the $1 car wash? Is it the last waltz or the beginning of the end of the beginning? Is anybody special or is it just us? Can you remember all the words to cripple creek? Do you peel a persimmon with the back of a spoon? Have you used whippets from Walmart or Amazon? Do you wear shorts so you can get violent? Did you know a cat can dislocate her tail? Do you try to write lovely and get lonely? Is being a watcher a choice? I can’t put any pressure on it.

biggest news ever that I’ve been holding close to the denim fringe: I am joining @thisisaaronwest for 3 shows in Boston, Brooklyn, & Baltimore in less than a week (December 11, 12, 13, respectively). If you know me, you know how much it means to be invited by @broompeople to get in the van (rental car). I have also been allowed to take copies of Designated Stranger on the road a whole month early thanks to @thirdhand_books_ so come get yours before anyone else!! I’ve had 3 dreams where I forget how to read (one for each show) so you know it’s going to be insane and magic and all that. Otherwise, is it heaven or the $1 car wash? Is it the last waltz or the beginning of the end of the beginning? Is anybody special or is it just us? Can you remember all the words to cripple creek? Do you peel a persimmon with the back of a spoon? Have you used whippets from Walmart or Amazon? Do you wear shorts so you can get violent? Did you know a cat can dislocate her tail? Do you try to write lovely and get lonely? Is being a watcher a choice? I can’t put any pressure on it.

biggest news ever that I’ve been holding close to the denim fringe: I am joining @thisisaaronwest for 3 shows in Boston, Brooklyn, & Baltimore in less than a week (December 11, 12, 13, respectively). If you know me, you know how much it means to be invited by @broompeople to get in the van (rental car). I have also been allowed to take copies of Designated Stranger on the road a whole month early thanks to @thirdhand_books_ so come get yours before anyone else!! I’ve had 3 dreams where I forget how to read (one for each show) so you know it’s going to be insane and magic and all that. Otherwise, is it heaven or the $1 car wash? Is it the last waltz or the beginning of the end of the beginning? Is anybody special or is it just us? Can you remember all the words to cripple creek? Do you peel a persimmon with the back of a spoon? Have you used whippets from Walmart or Amazon? Do you wear shorts so you can get violent? Did you know a cat can dislocate her tail? Do you try to write lovely and get lonely? Is being a watcher a choice? I can’t put any pressure on it.

biggest news ever that I’ve been holding close to the denim fringe: I am joining @thisisaaronwest for 3 shows in Boston, Brooklyn, & Baltimore in less than a week (December 11, 12, 13, respectively). If you know me, you know how much it means to be invited by @broompeople to get in the van (rental car). I have also been allowed to take copies of Designated Stranger on the road a whole month early thanks to @thirdhand_books_ so come get yours before anyone else!! I’ve had 3 dreams where I forget how to read (one for each show) so you know it’s going to be insane and magic and all that. Otherwise, is it heaven or the $1 car wash? Is it the last waltz or the beginning of the end of the beginning? Is anybody special or is it just us? Can you remember all the words to cripple creek? Do you peel a persimmon with the back of a spoon? Have you used whippets from Walmart or Amazon? Do you wear shorts so you can get violent? Did you know a cat can dislocate her tail? Do you try to write lovely and get lonely? Is being a watcher a choice? I can’t put any pressure on it.

biggest news ever that I’ve been holding close to the denim fringe: I am joining @thisisaaronwest for 3 shows in Boston, Brooklyn, & Baltimore in less than a week (December 11, 12, 13, respectively). If you know me, you know how much it means to be invited by @broompeople to get in the van (rental car). I have also been allowed to take copies of Designated Stranger on the road a whole month early thanks to @thirdhand_books_ so come get yours before anyone else!! I’ve had 3 dreams where I forget how to read (one for each show) so you know it’s going to be insane and magic and all that. Otherwise, is it heaven or the $1 car wash? Is it the last waltz or the beginning of the end of the beginning? Is anybody special or is it just us? Can you remember all the words to cripple creek? Do you peel a persimmon with the back of a spoon? Have you used whippets from Walmart or Amazon? Do you wear shorts so you can get violent? Did you know a cat can dislocate her tail? Do you try to write lovely and get lonely? Is being a watcher a choice? I can’t put any pressure on it.

biggest news ever that I’ve been holding close to the denim fringe: I am joining @thisisaaronwest for 3 shows in Boston, Brooklyn, & Baltimore in less than a week (December 11, 12, 13, respectively). If you know me, you know how much it means to be invited by @broompeople to get in the van (rental car). I have also been allowed to take copies of Designated Stranger on the road a whole month early thanks to @thirdhand_books_ so come get yours before anyone else!! I’ve had 3 dreams where I forget how to read (one for each show) so you know it’s going to be insane and magic and all that. Otherwise, is it heaven or the $1 car wash? Is it the last waltz or the beginning of the end of the beginning? Is anybody special or is it just us? Can you remember all the words to cripple creek? Do you peel a persimmon with the back of a spoon? Have you used whippets from Walmart or Amazon? Do you wear shorts so you can get violent? Did you know a cat can dislocate her tail? Do you try to write lovely and get lonely? Is being a watcher a choice? I can’t put any pressure on it.

biggest news ever that I’ve been holding close to the denim fringe: I am joining @thisisaaronwest for 3 shows in Boston, Brooklyn, & Baltimore in less than a week (December 11, 12, 13, respectively). If you know me, you know how much it means to be invited by @broompeople to get in the van (rental car). I have also been allowed to take copies of Designated Stranger on the road a whole month early thanks to @thirdhand_books_ so come get yours before anyone else!! I’ve had 3 dreams where I forget how to read (one for each show) so you know it’s going to be insane and magic and all that. Otherwise, is it heaven or the $1 car wash? Is it the last waltz or the beginning of the end of the beginning? Is anybody special or is it just us? Can you remember all the words to cripple creek? Do you peel a persimmon with the back of a spoon? Have you used whippets from Walmart or Amazon? Do you wear shorts so you can get violent? Did you know a cat can dislocate her tail? Do you try to write lovely and get lonely? Is being a watcher a choice? I can’t put any pressure on it.

biggest news ever that I’ve been holding close to the denim fringe: I am joining @thisisaaronwest for 3 shows in Boston, Brooklyn, & Baltimore in less than a week (December 11, 12, 13, respectively). If you know me, you know how much it means to be invited by @broompeople to get in the van (rental car). I have also been allowed to take copies of Designated Stranger on the road a whole month early thanks to @thirdhand_books_ so come get yours before anyone else!! I’ve had 3 dreams where I forget how to read (one for each show) so you know it’s going to be insane and magic and all that. Otherwise, is it heaven or the $1 car wash? Is it the last waltz or the beginning of the end of the beginning? Is anybody special or is it just us? Can you remember all the words to cripple creek? Do you peel a persimmon with the back of a spoon? Have you used whippets from Walmart or Amazon? Do you wear shorts so you can get violent? Did you know a cat can dislocate her tail? Do you try to write lovely and get lonely? Is being a watcher a choice? I can’t put any pressure on it.

biggest news ever that I’ve been holding close to the denim fringe: I am joining @thisisaaronwest for 3 shows in Boston, Brooklyn, & Baltimore in less than a week (December 11, 12, 13, respectively). If you know me, you know how much it means to be invited by @broompeople to get in the van (rental car). I have also been allowed to take copies of Designated Stranger on the road a whole month early thanks to @thirdhand_books_ so come get yours before anyone else!! I’ve had 3 dreams where I forget how to read (one for each show) so you know it’s going to be insane and magic and all that. Otherwise, is it heaven or the $1 car wash? Is it the last waltz or the beginning of the end of the beginning? Is anybody special or is it just us? Can you remember all the words to cripple creek? Do you peel a persimmon with the back of a spoon? Have you used whippets from Walmart or Amazon? Do you wear shorts so you can get violent? Did you know a cat can dislocate her tail? Do you try to write lovely and get lonely? Is being a watcher a choice? I can’t put any pressure on it.

biggest news ever that I’ve been holding close to the denim fringe: I am joining @thisisaaronwest for 3 shows in Boston, Brooklyn, & Baltimore in less than a week (December 11, 12, 13, respectively). If you know me, you know how much it means to be invited by @broompeople to get in the van (rental car). I have also been allowed to take copies of Designated Stranger on the road a whole month early thanks to @thirdhand_books_ so come get yours before anyone else!! I’ve had 3 dreams where I forget how to read (one for each show) so you know it’s going to be insane and magic and all that. Otherwise, is it heaven or the $1 car wash? Is it the last waltz or the beginning of the end of the beginning? Is anybody special or is it just us? Can you remember all the words to cripple creek? Do you peel a persimmon with the back of a spoon? Have you used whippets from Walmart or Amazon? Do you wear shorts so you can get violent? Did you know a cat can dislocate her tail? Do you try to write lovely and get lonely? Is being a watcher a choice? I can’t put any pressure on it.

biggest news ever that I’ve been holding close to the denim fringe: I am joining @thisisaaronwest for 3 shows in Boston, Brooklyn, & Baltimore in less than a week (December 11, 12, 13, respectively). If you know me, you know how much it means to be invited by @broompeople to get in the van (rental car). I have also been allowed to take copies of Designated Stranger on the road a whole month early thanks to @thirdhand_books_ so come get yours before anyone else!! I’ve had 3 dreams where I forget how to read (one for each show) so you know it’s going to be insane and magic and all that. Otherwise, is it heaven or the $1 car wash? Is it the last waltz or the beginning of the end of the beginning? Is anybody special or is it just us? Can you remember all the words to cripple creek? Do you peel a persimmon with the back of a spoon? Have you used whippets from Walmart or Amazon? Do you wear shorts so you can get violent? Did you know a cat can dislocate her tail? Do you try to write lovely and get lonely? Is being a watcher a choice? I can’t put any pressure on it.

biggest news ever that I’ve been holding close to the denim fringe: I am joining @thisisaaronwest for 3 shows in Boston, Brooklyn, & Baltimore in less than a week (December 11, 12, 13, respectively). If you know me, you know how much it means to be invited by @broompeople to get in the van (rental car). I have also been allowed to take copies of Designated Stranger on the road a whole month early thanks to @thirdhand_books_ so come get yours before anyone else!! I’ve had 3 dreams where I forget how to read (one for each show) so you know it’s going to be insane and magic and all that. Otherwise, is it heaven or the $1 car wash? Is it the last waltz or the beginning of the end of the beginning? Is anybody special or is it just us? Can you remember all the words to cripple creek? Do you peel a persimmon with the back of a spoon? Have you used whippets from Walmart or Amazon? Do you wear shorts so you can get violent? Did you know a cat can dislocate her tail? Do you try to write lovely and get lonely? Is being a watcher a choice? I can’t put any pressure on it.

biggest news ever that I’ve been holding close to the denim fringe: I am joining @thisisaaronwest for 3 shows in Boston, Brooklyn, & Baltimore in less than a week (December 11, 12, 13, respectively). If you know me, you know how much it means to be invited by @broompeople to get in the van (rental car). I have also been allowed to take copies of Designated Stranger on the road a whole month early thanks to @thirdhand_books_ so come get yours before anyone else!! I’ve had 3 dreams where I forget how to read (one for each show) so you know it’s going to be insane and magic and all that. Otherwise, is it heaven or the $1 car wash? Is it the last waltz or the beginning of the end of the beginning? Is anybody special or is it just us? Can you remember all the words to cripple creek? Do you peel a persimmon with the back of a spoon? Have you used whippets from Walmart or Amazon? Do you wear shorts so you can get violent? Did you know a cat can dislocate her tail? Do you try to write lovely and get lonely? Is being a watcher a choice? I can’t put any pressure on it.

biggest news ever that I’ve been holding close to the denim fringe: I am joining @thisisaaronwest for 3 shows in Boston, Brooklyn, & Baltimore in less than a week (December 11, 12, 13, respectively). If you know me, you know how much it means to be invited by @broompeople to get in the van (rental car). I have also been allowed to take copies of Designated Stranger on the road a whole month early thanks to @thirdhand_books_ so come get yours before anyone else!! I’ve had 3 dreams where I forget how to read (one for each show) so you know it’s going to be insane and magic and all that. Otherwise, is it heaven or the $1 car wash? Is it the last waltz or the beginning of the end of the beginning? Is anybody special or is it just us? Can you remember all the words to cripple creek? Do you peel a persimmon with the back of a spoon? Have you used whippets from Walmart or Amazon? Do you wear shorts so you can get violent? Did you know a cat can dislocate her tail? Do you try to write lovely and get lonely? Is being a watcher a choice? I can’t put any pressure on it.

biggest news ever that I’ve been holding close to the denim fringe: I am joining @thisisaaronwest for 3 shows in Boston, Brooklyn, & Baltimore in less than a week (December 11, 12, 13, respectively). If you know me, you know how much it means to be invited by @broompeople to get in the van (rental car). I have also been allowed to take copies of Designated Stranger on the road a whole month early thanks to @thirdhand_books_ so come get yours before anyone else!! I’ve had 3 dreams where I forget how to read (one for each show) so you know it’s going to be insane and magic and all that. Otherwise, is it heaven or the $1 car wash? Is it the last waltz or the beginning of the end of the beginning? Is anybody special or is it just us? Can you remember all the words to cripple creek? Do you peel a persimmon with the back of a spoon? Have you used whippets from Walmart or Amazon? Do you wear shorts so you can get violent? Did you know a cat can dislocate her tail? Do you try to write lovely and get lonely? Is being a watcher a choice? I can’t put any pressure on it.

biggest news ever that I’ve been holding close to the denim fringe: I am joining @thisisaaronwest for 3 shows in Boston, Brooklyn, & Baltimore in less than a week (December 11, 12, 13, respectively). If you know me, you know how much it means to be invited by @broompeople to get in the van (rental car). I have also been allowed to take copies of Designated Stranger on the road a whole month early thanks to @thirdhand_books_ so come get yours before anyone else!! I’ve had 3 dreams where I forget how to read (one for each show) so you know it’s going to be insane and magic and all that. Otherwise, is it heaven or the $1 car wash? Is it the last waltz or the beginning of the end of the beginning? Is anybody special or is it just us? Can you remember all the words to cripple creek? Do you peel a persimmon with the back of a spoon? Have you used whippets from Walmart or Amazon? Do you wear shorts so you can get violent? Did you know a cat can dislocate her tail? Do you try to write lovely and get lonely? Is being a watcher a choice? I can’t put any pressure on it.

biggest news ever that I’ve been holding close to the denim fringe: I am joining @thisisaaronwest for 3 shows in Boston, Brooklyn, & Baltimore in less than a week (December 11, 12, 13, respectively). If you know me, you know how much it means to be invited by @broompeople to get in the van (rental car). I have also been allowed to take copies of Designated Stranger on the road a whole month early thanks to @thirdhand_books_ so come get yours before anyone else!! I’ve had 3 dreams where I forget how to read (one for each show) so you know it’s going to be insane and magic and all that. Otherwise, is it heaven or the $1 car wash? Is it the last waltz or the beginning of the end of the beginning? Is anybody special or is it just us? Can you remember all the words to cripple creek? Do you peel a persimmon with the back of a spoon? Have you used whippets from Walmart or Amazon? Do you wear shorts so you can get violent? Did you know a cat can dislocate her tail? Do you try to write lovely and get lonely? Is being a watcher a choice? I can’t put any pressure on it.

A lot happens. A cat moves in with you. Your old truck is driven off by a man who struggles to write his own name. Far away, friends cease to be friends with one another. Old friends visit you and you forget to take pictures together. In a movie theater, you feel the senescence of humanity again. You have a recurring dream of finding a clean, quiet room in your own house. You pick raspberries in an industrial park the week before Halloween. You go home where the thunder turns the sky green but it does not rain. It does not snow. The weather has been laid off and replaced by pink and blue light facilitated by a managerial wind moving at 4.4 million miles per hour. The light settles on the catalpa beans, the new car, the house you don’t like, the cat looking out the front window, the ruins that aren’t as ancient as they could be, the waters of the state which grow long-legged and step from their forebays in search of a free, abyssal plain. Somewhere, you are at work, or in love, or sitting in traffic, holding out for a more personal kind of miracle.

A lot happens. A cat moves in with you. Your old truck is driven off by a man who struggles to write his own name. Far away, friends cease to be friends with one another. Old friends visit you and you forget to take pictures together. In a movie theater, you feel the senescence of humanity again. You have a recurring dream of finding a clean, quiet room in your own house. You pick raspberries in an industrial park the week before Halloween. You go home where the thunder turns the sky green but it does not rain. It does not snow. The weather has been laid off and replaced by pink and blue light facilitated by a managerial wind moving at 4.4 million miles per hour. The light settles on the catalpa beans, the new car, the house you don’t like, the cat looking out the front window, the ruins that aren’t as ancient as they could be, the waters of the state which grow long-legged and step from their forebays in search of a free, abyssal plain. Somewhere, you are at work, or in love, or sitting in traffic, holding out for a more personal kind of miracle.

A lot happens. A cat moves in with you. Your old truck is driven off by a man who struggles to write his own name. Far away, friends cease to be friends with one another. Old friends visit you and you forget to take pictures together. In a movie theater, you feel the senescence of humanity again. You have a recurring dream of finding a clean, quiet room in your own house. You pick raspberries in an industrial park the week before Halloween. You go home where the thunder turns the sky green but it does not rain. It does not snow. The weather has been laid off and replaced by pink and blue light facilitated by a managerial wind moving at 4.4 million miles per hour. The light settles on the catalpa beans, the new car, the house you don’t like, the cat looking out the front window, the ruins that aren’t as ancient as they could be, the waters of the state which grow long-legged and step from their forebays in search of a free, abyssal plain. Somewhere, you are at work, or in love, or sitting in traffic, holding out for a more personal kind of miracle.

A lot happens. A cat moves in with you. Your old truck is driven off by a man who struggles to write his own name. Far away, friends cease to be friends with one another. Old friends visit you and you forget to take pictures together. In a movie theater, you feel the senescence of humanity again. You have a recurring dream of finding a clean, quiet room in your own house. You pick raspberries in an industrial park the week before Halloween. You go home where the thunder turns the sky green but it does not rain. It does not snow. The weather has been laid off and replaced by pink and blue light facilitated by a managerial wind moving at 4.4 million miles per hour. The light settles on the catalpa beans, the new car, the house you don’t like, the cat looking out the front window, the ruins that aren’t as ancient as they could be, the waters of the state which grow long-legged and step from their forebays in search of a free, abyssal plain. Somewhere, you are at work, or in love, or sitting in traffic, holding out for a more personal kind of miracle.

A lot happens. A cat moves in with you. Your old truck is driven off by a man who struggles to write his own name. Far away, friends cease to be friends with one another. Old friends visit you and you forget to take pictures together. In a movie theater, you feel the senescence of humanity again. You have a recurring dream of finding a clean, quiet room in your own house. You pick raspberries in an industrial park the week before Halloween. You go home where the thunder turns the sky green but it does not rain. It does not snow. The weather has been laid off and replaced by pink and blue light facilitated by a managerial wind moving at 4.4 million miles per hour. The light settles on the catalpa beans, the new car, the house you don’t like, the cat looking out the front window, the ruins that aren’t as ancient as they could be, the waters of the state which grow long-legged and step from their forebays in search of a free, abyssal plain. Somewhere, you are at work, or in love, or sitting in traffic, holding out for a more personal kind of miracle.

A lot happens. A cat moves in with you. Your old truck is driven off by a man who struggles to write his own name. Far away, friends cease to be friends with one another. Old friends visit you and you forget to take pictures together. In a movie theater, you feel the senescence of humanity again. You have a recurring dream of finding a clean, quiet room in your own house. You pick raspberries in an industrial park the week before Halloween. You go home where the thunder turns the sky green but it does not rain. It does not snow. The weather has been laid off and replaced by pink and blue light facilitated by a managerial wind moving at 4.4 million miles per hour. The light settles on the catalpa beans, the new car, the house you don’t like, the cat looking out the front window, the ruins that aren’t as ancient as they could be, the waters of the state which grow long-legged and step from their forebays in search of a free, abyssal plain. Somewhere, you are at work, or in love, or sitting in traffic, holding out for a more personal kind of miracle.

A lot happens. A cat moves in with you. Your old truck is driven off by a man who struggles to write his own name. Far away, friends cease to be friends with one another. Old friends visit you and you forget to take pictures together. In a movie theater, you feel the senescence of humanity again. You have a recurring dream of finding a clean, quiet room in your own house. You pick raspberries in an industrial park the week before Halloween. You go home where the thunder turns the sky green but it does not rain. It does not snow. The weather has been laid off and replaced by pink and blue light facilitated by a managerial wind moving at 4.4 million miles per hour. The light settles on the catalpa beans, the new car, the house you don’t like, the cat looking out the front window, the ruins that aren’t as ancient as they could be, the waters of the state which grow long-legged and step from their forebays in search of a free, abyssal plain. Somewhere, you are at work, or in love, or sitting in traffic, holding out for a more personal kind of miracle.

A lot happens. A cat moves in with you. Your old truck is driven off by a man who struggles to write his own name. Far away, friends cease to be friends with one another. Old friends visit you and you forget to take pictures together. In a movie theater, you feel the senescence of humanity again. You have a recurring dream of finding a clean, quiet room in your own house. You pick raspberries in an industrial park the week before Halloween. You go home where the thunder turns the sky green but it does not rain. It does not snow. The weather has been laid off and replaced by pink and blue light facilitated by a managerial wind moving at 4.4 million miles per hour. The light settles on the catalpa beans, the new car, the house you don’t like, the cat looking out the front window, the ruins that aren’t as ancient as they could be, the waters of the state which grow long-legged and step from their forebays in search of a free, abyssal plain. Somewhere, you are at work, or in love, or sitting in traffic, holding out for a more personal kind of miracle.

A lot happens. A cat moves in with you. Your old truck is driven off by a man who struggles to write his own name. Far away, friends cease to be friends with one another. Old friends visit you and you forget to take pictures together. In a movie theater, you feel the senescence of humanity again. You have a recurring dream of finding a clean, quiet room in your own house. You pick raspberries in an industrial park the week before Halloween. You go home where the thunder turns the sky green but it does not rain. It does not snow. The weather has been laid off and replaced by pink and blue light facilitated by a managerial wind moving at 4.4 million miles per hour. The light settles on the catalpa beans, the new car, the house you don’t like, the cat looking out the front window, the ruins that aren’t as ancient as they could be, the waters of the state which grow long-legged and step from their forebays in search of a free, abyssal plain. Somewhere, you are at work, or in love, or sitting in traffic, holding out for a more personal kind of miracle.

A lot happens. A cat moves in with you. Your old truck is driven off by a man who struggles to write his own name. Far away, friends cease to be friends with one another. Old friends visit you and you forget to take pictures together. In a movie theater, you feel the senescence of humanity again. You have a recurring dream of finding a clean, quiet room in your own house. You pick raspberries in an industrial park the week before Halloween. You go home where the thunder turns the sky green but it does not rain. It does not snow. The weather has been laid off and replaced by pink and blue light facilitated by a managerial wind moving at 4.4 million miles per hour. The light settles on the catalpa beans, the new car, the house you don’t like, the cat looking out the front window, the ruins that aren’t as ancient as they could be, the waters of the state which grow long-legged and step from their forebays in search of a free, abyssal plain. Somewhere, you are at work, or in love, or sitting in traffic, holding out for a more personal kind of miracle.

A lot happens. A cat moves in with you. Your old truck is driven off by a man who struggles to write his own name. Far away, friends cease to be friends with one another. Old friends visit you and you forget to take pictures together. In a movie theater, you feel the senescence of humanity again. You have a recurring dream of finding a clean, quiet room in your own house. You pick raspberries in an industrial park the week before Halloween. You go home where the thunder turns the sky green but it does not rain. It does not snow. The weather has been laid off and replaced by pink and blue light facilitated by a managerial wind moving at 4.4 million miles per hour. The light settles on the catalpa beans, the new car, the house you don’t like, the cat looking out the front window, the ruins that aren’t as ancient as they could be, the waters of the state which grow long-legged and step from their forebays in search of a free, abyssal plain. Somewhere, you are at work, or in love, or sitting in traffic, holding out for a more personal kind of miracle.

A lot happens. A cat moves in with you. Your old truck is driven off by a man who struggles to write his own name. Far away, friends cease to be friends with one another. Old friends visit you and you forget to take pictures together. In a movie theater, you feel the senescence of humanity again. You have a recurring dream of finding a clean, quiet room in your own house. You pick raspberries in an industrial park the week before Halloween. You go home where the thunder turns the sky green but it does not rain. It does not snow. The weather has been laid off and replaced by pink and blue light facilitated by a managerial wind moving at 4.4 million miles per hour. The light settles on the catalpa beans, the new car, the house you don’t like, the cat looking out the front window, the ruins that aren’t as ancient as they could be, the waters of the state which grow long-legged and step from their forebays in search of a free, abyssal plain. Somewhere, you are at work, or in love, or sitting in traffic, holding out for a more personal kind of miracle.

A lot happens. A cat moves in with you. Your old truck is driven off by a man who struggles to write his own name. Far away, friends cease to be friends with one another. Old friends visit you and you forget to take pictures together. In a movie theater, you feel the senescence of humanity again. You have a recurring dream of finding a clean, quiet room in your own house. You pick raspberries in an industrial park the week before Halloween. You go home where the thunder turns the sky green but it does not rain. It does not snow. The weather has been laid off and replaced by pink and blue light facilitated by a managerial wind moving at 4.4 million miles per hour. The light settles on the catalpa beans, the new car, the house you don’t like, the cat looking out the front window, the ruins that aren’t as ancient as they could be, the waters of the state which grow long-legged and step from their forebays in search of a free, abyssal plain. Somewhere, you are at work, or in love, or sitting in traffic, holding out for a more personal kind of miracle.

A lot happens. A cat moves in with you. Your old truck is driven off by a man who struggles to write his own name. Far away, friends cease to be friends with one another. Old friends visit you and you forget to take pictures together. In a movie theater, you feel the senescence of humanity again. You have a recurring dream of finding a clean, quiet room in your own house. You pick raspberries in an industrial park the week before Halloween. You go home where the thunder turns the sky green but it does not rain. It does not snow. The weather has been laid off and replaced by pink and blue light facilitated by a managerial wind moving at 4.4 million miles per hour. The light settles on the catalpa beans, the new car, the house you don’t like, the cat looking out the front window, the ruins that aren’t as ancient as they could be, the waters of the state which grow long-legged and step from their forebays in search of a free, abyssal plain. Somewhere, you are at work, or in love, or sitting in traffic, holding out for a more personal kind of miracle.

A lot happens. A cat moves in with you. Your old truck is driven off by a man who struggles to write his own name. Far away, friends cease to be friends with one another. Old friends visit you and you forget to take pictures together. In a movie theater, you feel the senescence of humanity again. You have a recurring dream of finding a clean, quiet room in your own house. You pick raspberries in an industrial park the week before Halloween. You go home where the thunder turns the sky green but it does not rain. It does not snow. The weather has been laid off and replaced by pink and blue light facilitated by a managerial wind moving at 4.4 million miles per hour. The light settles on the catalpa beans, the new car, the house you don’t like, the cat looking out the front window, the ruins that aren’t as ancient as they could be, the waters of the state which grow long-legged and step from their forebays in search of a free, abyssal plain. Somewhere, you are at work, or in love, or sitting in traffic, holding out for a more personal kind of miracle.

A lot happens. A cat moves in with you. Your old truck is driven off by a man who struggles to write his own name. Far away, friends cease to be friends with one another. Old friends visit you and you forget to take pictures together. In a movie theater, you feel the senescence of humanity again. You have a recurring dream of finding a clean, quiet room in your own house. You pick raspberries in an industrial park the week before Halloween. You go home where the thunder turns the sky green but it does not rain. It does not snow. The weather has been laid off and replaced by pink and blue light facilitated by a managerial wind moving at 4.4 million miles per hour. The light settles on the catalpa beans, the new car, the house you don’t like, the cat looking out the front window, the ruins that aren’t as ancient as they could be, the waters of the state which grow long-legged and step from their forebays in search of a free, abyssal plain. Somewhere, you are at work, or in love, or sitting in traffic, holding out for a more personal kind of miracle.

A lot happens. A cat moves in with you. Your old truck is driven off by a man who struggles to write his own name. Far away, friends cease to be friends with one another. Old friends visit you and you forget to take pictures together. In a movie theater, you feel the senescence of humanity again. You have a recurring dream of finding a clean, quiet room in your own house. You pick raspberries in an industrial park the week before Halloween. You go home where the thunder turns the sky green but it does not rain. It does not snow. The weather has been laid off and replaced by pink and blue light facilitated by a managerial wind moving at 4.4 million miles per hour. The light settles on the catalpa beans, the new car, the house you don’t like, the cat looking out the front window, the ruins that aren’t as ancient as they could be, the waters of the state which grow long-legged and step from their forebays in search of a free, abyssal plain. Somewhere, you are at work, or in love, or sitting in traffic, holding out for a more personal kind of miracle.

A lot happens. A cat moves in with you. Your old truck is driven off by a man who struggles to write his own name. Far away, friends cease to be friends with one another. Old friends visit you and you forget to take pictures together. In a movie theater, you feel the senescence of humanity again. You have a recurring dream of finding a clean, quiet room in your own house. You pick raspberries in an industrial park the week before Halloween. You go home where the thunder turns the sky green but it does not rain. It does not snow. The weather has been laid off and replaced by pink and blue light facilitated by a managerial wind moving at 4.4 million miles per hour. The light settles on the catalpa beans, the new car, the house you don’t like, the cat looking out the front window, the ruins that aren’t as ancient as they could be, the waters of the state which grow long-legged and step from their forebays in search of a free, abyssal plain. Somewhere, you are at work, or in love, or sitting in traffic, holding out for a more personal kind of miracle.

I love you, Megan and Colin, and every perfect weirdo between us. Thanks for asking me to write something for your ceremony, it meant everything to me to do it. I love our friends and our great taste in music and our rowdy, reverent lives. Pouring champagne into each other’s mouths and pausing mid-wedding to point up at the hawk flying over us. The way we all say I love you when we say goodbye, even if we will see each other in two days. The million stars and the million trees pointing down and up forever. As John Ashbery said, “We’re very into whatever it is we’re doing, I say. But it matters.”

I love you, Megan and Colin, and every perfect weirdo between us. Thanks for asking me to write something for your ceremony, it meant everything to me to do it. I love our friends and our great taste in music and our rowdy, reverent lives. Pouring champagne into each other’s mouths and pausing mid-wedding to point up at the hawk flying over us. The way we all say I love you when we say goodbye, even if we will see each other in two days. The million stars and the million trees pointing down and up forever. As John Ashbery said, “We’re very into whatever it is we’re doing, I say. But it matters.”

I love you, Megan and Colin, and every perfect weirdo between us. Thanks for asking me to write something for your ceremony, it meant everything to me to do it. I love our friends and our great taste in music and our rowdy, reverent lives. Pouring champagne into each other’s mouths and pausing mid-wedding to point up at the hawk flying over us. The way we all say I love you when we say goodbye, even if we will see each other in two days. The million stars and the million trees pointing down and up forever. As John Ashbery said, “We’re very into whatever it is we’re doing, I say. But it matters.”

I love you, Megan and Colin, and every perfect weirdo between us. Thanks for asking me to write something for your ceremony, it meant everything to me to do it. I love our friends and our great taste in music and our rowdy, reverent lives. Pouring champagne into each other’s mouths and pausing mid-wedding to point up at the hawk flying over us. The way we all say I love you when we say goodbye, even if we will see each other in two days. The million stars and the million trees pointing down and up forever. As John Ashbery said, “We’re very into whatever it is we’re doing, I say. But it matters.”

I love you, Megan and Colin, and every perfect weirdo between us. Thanks for asking me to write something for your ceremony, it meant everything to me to do it. I love our friends and our great taste in music and our rowdy, reverent lives. Pouring champagne into each other’s mouths and pausing mid-wedding to point up at the hawk flying over us. The way we all say I love you when we say goodbye, even if we will see each other in two days. The million stars and the million trees pointing down and up forever. As John Ashbery said, “We’re very into whatever it is we’re doing, I say. But it matters.”

I love you, Megan and Colin, and every perfect weirdo between us. Thanks for asking me to write something for your ceremony, it meant everything to me to do it. I love our friends and our great taste in music and our rowdy, reverent lives. Pouring champagne into each other’s mouths and pausing mid-wedding to point up at the hawk flying over us. The way we all say I love you when we say goodbye, even if we will see each other in two days. The million stars and the million trees pointing down and up forever. As John Ashbery said, “We’re very into whatever it is we’re doing, I say. But it matters.”

I love you, Megan and Colin, and every perfect weirdo between us. Thanks for asking me to write something for your ceremony, it meant everything to me to do it. I love our friends and our great taste in music and our rowdy, reverent lives. Pouring champagne into each other’s mouths and pausing mid-wedding to point up at the hawk flying over us. The way we all say I love you when we say goodbye, even if we will see each other in two days. The million stars and the million trees pointing down and up forever. As John Ashbery said, “We’re very into whatever it is we’re doing, I say. But it matters.”

I love you, Megan and Colin, and every perfect weirdo between us. Thanks for asking me to write something for your ceremony, it meant everything to me to do it. I love our friends and our great taste in music and our rowdy, reverent lives. Pouring champagne into each other’s mouths and pausing mid-wedding to point up at the hawk flying over us. The way we all say I love you when we say goodbye, even if we will see each other in two days. The million stars and the million trees pointing down and up forever. As John Ashbery said, “We’re very into whatever it is we’re doing, I say. But it matters.”

I love you, Megan and Colin, and every perfect weirdo between us. Thanks for asking me to write something for your ceremony, it meant everything to me to do it. I love our friends and our great taste in music and our rowdy, reverent lives. Pouring champagne into each other’s mouths and pausing mid-wedding to point up at the hawk flying over us. The way we all say I love you when we say goodbye, even if we will see each other in two days. The million stars and the million trees pointing down and up forever. As John Ashbery said, “We’re very into whatever it is we’re doing, I say. But it matters.”

I love you, Megan and Colin, and every perfect weirdo between us. Thanks for asking me to write something for your ceremony, it meant everything to me to do it. I love our friends and our great taste in music and our rowdy, reverent lives. Pouring champagne into each other’s mouths and pausing mid-wedding to point up at the hawk flying over us. The way we all say I love you when we say goodbye, even if we will see each other in two days. The million stars and the million trees pointing down and up forever. As John Ashbery said, “We’re very into whatever it is we’re doing, I say. But it matters.”

I love you, Megan and Colin, and every perfect weirdo between us. Thanks for asking me to write something for your ceremony, it meant everything to me to do it. I love our friends and our great taste in music and our rowdy, reverent lives. Pouring champagne into each other’s mouths and pausing mid-wedding to point up at the hawk flying over us. The way we all say I love you when we say goodbye, even if we will see each other in two days. The million stars and the million trees pointing down and up forever. As John Ashbery said, “We’re very into whatever it is we’re doing, I say. But it matters.”

I love you, Megan and Colin, and every perfect weirdo between us. Thanks for asking me to write something for your ceremony, it meant everything to me to do it. I love our friends and our great taste in music and our rowdy, reverent lives. Pouring champagne into each other’s mouths and pausing mid-wedding to point up at the hawk flying over us. The way we all say I love you when we say goodbye, even if we will see each other in two days. The million stars and the million trees pointing down and up forever. As John Ashbery said, “We’re very into whatever it is we’re doing, I say. But it matters.”

I love you, Megan and Colin, and every perfect weirdo between us. Thanks for asking me to write something for your ceremony, it meant everything to me to do it. I love our friends and our great taste in music and our rowdy, reverent lives. Pouring champagne into each other’s mouths and pausing mid-wedding to point up at the hawk flying over us. The way we all say I love you when we say goodbye, even if we will see each other in two days. The million stars and the million trees pointing down and up forever. As John Ashbery said, “We’re very into whatever it is we’re doing, I say. But it matters.”

I love you, Megan and Colin, and every perfect weirdo between us. Thanks for asking me to write something for your ceremony, it meant everything to me to do it. I love our friends and our great taste in music and our rowdy, reverent lives. Pouring champagne into each other’s mouths and pausing mid-wedding to point up at the hawk flying over us. The way we all say I love you when we say goodbye, even if we will see each other in two days. The million stars and the million trees pointing down and up forever. As John Ashbery said, “We’re very into whatever it is we’re doing, I say. But it matters.”

I love you, Megan and Colin, and every perfect weirdo between us. Thanks for asking me to write something for your ceremony, it meant everything to me to do it. I love our friends and our great taste in music and our rowdy, reverent lives. Pouring champagne into each other’s mouths and pausing mid-wedding to point up at the hawk flying over us. The way we all say I love you when we say goodbye, even if we will see each other in two days. The million stars and the million trees pointing down and up forever. As John Ashbery said, “We’re very into whatever it is we’re doing, I say. But it matters.”

I love you, Megan and Colin, and every perfect weirdo between us. Thanks for asking me to write something for your ceremony, it meant everything to me to do it. I love our friends and our great taste in music and our rowdy, reverent lives. Pouring champagne into each other’s mouths and pausing mid-wedding to point up at the hawk flying over us. The way we all say I love you when we say goodbye, even if we will see each other in two days. The million stars and the million trees pointing down and up forever. As John Ashbery said, “We’re very into whatever it is we’re doing, I say. But it matters.”

I love you, Megan and Colin, and every perfect weirdo between us. Thanks for asking me to write something for your ceremony, it meant everything to me to do it. I love our friends and our great taste in music and our rowdy, reverent lives. Pouring champagne into each other’s mouths and pausing mid-wedding to point up at the hawk flying over us. The way we all say I love you when we say goodbye, even if we will see each other in two days. The million stars and the million trees pointing down and up forever. As John Ashbery said, “We’re very into whatever it is we’re doing, I say. But it matters.”

I love you, Megan and Colin, and every perfect weirdo between us. Thanks for asking me to write something for your ceremony, it meant everything to me to do it. I love our friends and our great taste in music and our rowdy, reverent lives. Pouring champagne into each other’s mouths and pausing mid-wedding to point up at the hawk flying over us. The way we all say I love you when we say goodbye, even if we will see each other in two days. The million stars and the million trees pointing down and up forever. As John Ashbery said, “We’re very into whatever it is we’re doing, I say. But it matters.”

I love you, Megan and Colin, and every perfect weirdo between us. Thanks for asking me to write something for your ceremony, it meant everything to me to do it. I love our friends and our great taste in music and our rowdy, reverent lives. Pouring champagne into each other’s mouths and pausing mid-wedding to point up at the hawk flying over us. The way we all say I love you when we say goodbye, even if we will see each other in two days. The million stars and the million trees pointing down and up forever. As John Ashbery said, “We’re very into whatever it is we’re doing, I say. But it matters.”

I love you, Megan and Colin, and every perfect weirdo between us. Thanks for asking me to write something for your ceremony, it meant everything to me to do it. I love our friends and our great taste in music and our rowdy, reverent lives. Pouring champagne into each other’s mouths and pausing mid-wedding to point up at the hawk flying over us. The way we all say I love you when we say goodbye, even if we will see each other in two days. The million stars and the million trees pointing down and up forever. As John Ashbery said, “We’re very into whatever it is we’re doing, I say. But it matters.”

Well, that’s it I guess 🍊😭🍊 we did it, boots on backwards & all. close your eyes & imagine the United States. a monarch impaled on the car antenna. the trucker who said good morning at 4 a.m. the locusts ticking like a sprinkler in Kansas City. a house struck by lightning. the Mello gold vegetable oil factory. the rain gutters growing weeds. a lot of days of 3 p.m.’s. the bar is low and you can smoke in it. Texas becoming funnier the closer you get. car keys, credit scores, & rap rock. the pioneers watching you strip off your jeans in the Super 8 parking lot. learning you can carry your friend when he falls into your arms. your old hometown’s so far away, but inside your head, there’s a record that’s playing a song called Hold On.

Well, that’s it I guess 🍊😭🍊 we did it, boots on backwards & all. close your eyes & imagine the United States. a monarch impaled on the car antenna. the trucker who said good morning at 4 a.m. the locusts ticking like a sprinkler in Kansas City. a house struck by lightning. the Mello gold vegetable oil factory. the rain gutters growing weeds. a lot of days of 3 p.m.’s. the bar is low and you can smoke in it. Texas becoming funnier the closer you get. car keys, credit scores, & rap rock. the pioneers watching you strip off your jeans in the Super 8 parking lot. learning you can carry your friend when he falls into your arms. your old hometown’s so far away, but inside your head, there’s a record that’s playing a song called Hold On.

Well, that’s it I guess 🍊😭🍊 we did it, boots on backwards & all. close your eyes & imagine the United States. a monarch impaled on the car antenna. the trucker who said good morning at 4 a.m. the locusts ticking like a sprinkler in Kansas City. a house struck by lightning. the Mello gold vegetable oil factory. the rain gutters growing weeds. a lot of days of 3 p.m.’s. the bar is low and you can smoke in it. Texas becoming funnier the closer you get. car keys, credit scores, & rap rock. the pioneers watching you strip off your jeans in the Super 8 parking lot. learning you can carry your friend when he falls into your arms. your old hometown’s so far away, but inside your head, there’s a record that’s playing a song called Hold On.

Well, that’s it I guess 🍊😭🍊 we did it, boots on backwards & all. close your eyes & imagine the United States. a monarch impaled on the car antenna. the trucker who said good morning at 4 a.m. the locusts ticking like a sprinkler in Kansas City. a house struck by lightning. the Mello gold vegetable oil factory. the rain gutters growing weeds. a lot of days of 3 p.m.’s. the bar is low and you can smoke in it. Texas becoming funnier the closer you get. car keys, credit scores, & rap rock. the pioneers watching you strip off your jeans in the Super 8 parking lot. learning you can carry your friend when he falls into your arms. your old hometown’s so far away, but inside your head, there’s a record that’s playing a song called Hold On.

Well, that’s it I guess 🍊😭🍊 we did it, boots on backwards & all. close your eyes & imagine the United States. a monarch impaled on the car antenna. the trucker who said good morning at 4 a.m. the locusts ticking like a sprinkler in Kansas City. a house struck by lightning. the Mello gold vegetable oil factory. the rain gutters growing weeds. a lot of days of 3 p.m.’s. the bar is low and you can smoke in it. Texas becoming funnier the closer you get. car keys, credit scores, & rap rock. the pioneers watching you strip off your jeans in the Super 8 parking lot. learning you can carry your friend when he falls into your arms. your old hometown’s so far away, but inside your head, there’s a record that’s playing a song called Hold On.

Well, that’s it I guess 🍊😭🍊 we did it, boots on backwards & all. close your eyes & imagine the United States. a monarch impaled on the car antenna. the trucker who said good morning at 4 a.m. the locusts ticking like a sprinkler in Kansas City. a house struck by lightning. the Mello gold vegetable oil factory. the rain gutters growing weeds. a lot of days of 3 p.m.’s. the bar is low and you can smoke in it. Texas becoming funnier the closer you get. car keys, credit scores, & rap rock. the pioneers watching you strip off your jeans in the Super 8 parking lot. learning you can carry your friend when he falls into your arms. your old hometown’s so far away, but inside your head, there’s a record that’s playing a song called Hold On.

Well, that’s it I guess 🍊😭🍊 we did it, boots on backwards & all. close your eyes & imagine the United States. a monarch impaled on the car antenna. the trucker who said good morning at 4 a.m. the locusts ticking like a sprinkler in Kansas City. a house struck by lightning. the Mello gold vegetable oil factory. the rain gutters growing weeds. a lot of days of 3 p.m.’s. the bar is low and you can smoke in it. Texas becoming funnier the closer you get. car keys, credit scores, & rap rock. the pioneers watching you strip off your jeans in the Super 8 parking lot. learning you can carry your friend when he falls into your arms. your old hometown’s so far away, but inside your head, there’s a record that’s playing a song called Hold On.

Well, that’s it I guess 🍊😭🍊 we did it, boots on backwards & all. close your eyes & imagine the United States. a monarch impaled on the car antenna. the trucker who said good morning at 4 a.m. the locusts ticking like a sprinkler in Kansas City. a house struck by lightning. the Mello gold vegetable oil factory. the rain gutters growing weeds. a lot of days of 3 p.m.’s. the bar is low and you can smoke in it. Texas becoming funnier the closer you get. car keys, credit scores, & rap rock. the pioneers watching you strip off your jeans in the Super 8 parking lot. learning you can carry your friend when he falls into your arms. your old hometown’s so far away, but inside your head, there’s a record that’s playing a song called Hold On.

Well, that’s it I guess 🍊😭🍊 we did it, boots on backwards & all. close your eyes & imagine the United States. a monarch impaled on the car antenna. the trucker who said good morning at 4 a.m. the locusts ticking like a sprinkler in Kansas City. a house struck by lightning. the Mello gold vegetable oil factory. the rain gutters growing weeds. a lot of days of 3 p.m.’s. the bar is low and you can smoke in it. Texas becoming funnier the closer you get. car keys, credit scores, & rap rock. the pioneers watching you strip off your jeans in the Super 8 parking lot. learning you can carry your friend when he falls into your arms. your old hometown’s so far away, but inside your head, there’s a record that’s playing a song called Hold On.

Well, that’s it I guess 🍊😭🍊 we did it, boots on backwards & all. close your eyes & imagine the United States. a monarch impaled on the car antenna. the trucker who said good morning at 4 a.m. the locusts ticking like a sprinkler in Kansas City. a house struck by lightning. the Mello gold vegetable oil factory. the rain gutters growing weeds. a lot of days of 3 p.m.’s. the bar is low and you can smoke in it. Texas becoming funnier the closer you get. car keys, credit scores, & rap rock. the pioneers watching you strip off your jeans in the Super 8 parking lot. learning you can carry your friend when he falls into your arms. your old hometown’s so far away, but inside your head, there’s a record that’s playing a song called Hold On.

Well, that’s it I guess 🍊😭🍊 we did it, boots on backwards & all. close your eyes & imagine the United States. a monarch impaled on the car antenna. the trucker who said good morning at 4 a.m. the locusts ticking like a sprinkler in Kansas City. a house struck by lightning. the Mello gold vegetable oil factory. the rain gutters growing weeds. a lot of days of 3 p.m.’s. the bar is low and you can smoke in it. Texas becoming funnier the closer you get. car keys, credit scores, & rap rock. the pioneers watching you strip off your jeans in the Super 8 parking lot. learning you can carry your friend when he falls into your arms. your old hometown’s so far away, but inside your head, there’s a record that’s playing a song called Hold On.

Well, that’s it I guess 🍊😭🍊 we did it, boots on backwards & all. close your eyes & imagine the United States. a monarch impaled on the car antenna. the trucker who said good morning at 4 a.m. the locusts ticking like a sprinkler in Kansas City. a house struck by lightning. the Mello gold vegetable oil factory. the rain gutters growing weeds. a lot of days of 3 p.m.’s. the bar is low and you can smoke in it. Texas becoming funnier the closer you get. car keys, credit scores, & rap rock. the pioneers watching you strip off your jeans in the Super 8 parking lot. learning you can carry your friend when he falls into your arms. your old hometown’s so far away, but inside your head, there’s a record that’s playing a song called Hold On.

Well, that’s it I guess 🍊😭🍊 we did it, boots on backwards & all. close your eyes & imagine the United States. a monarch impaled on the car antenna. the trucker who said good morning at 4 a.m. the locusts ticking like a sprinkler in Kansas City. a house struck by lightning. the Mello gold vegetable oil factory. the rain gutters growing weeds. a lot of days of 3 p.m.’s. the bar is low and you can smoke in it. Texas becoming funnier the closer you get. car keys, credit scores, & rap rock. the pioneers watching you strip off your jeans in the Super 8 parking lot. learning you can carry your friend when he falls into your arms. your old hometown’s so far away, but inside your head, there’s a record that’s playing a song called Hold On.

Well, that’s it I guess 🍊😭🍊 we did it, boots on backwards & all. close your eyes & imagine the United States. a monarch impaled on the car antenna. the trucker who said good morning at 4 a.m. the locusts ticking like a sprinkler in Kansas City. a house struck by lightning. the Mello gold vegetable oil factory. the rain gutters growing weeds. a lot of days of 3 p.m.’s. the bar is low and you can smoke in it. Texas becoming funnier the closer you get. car keys, credit scores, & rap rock. the pioneers watching you strip off your jeans in the Super 8 parking lot. learning you can carry your friend when he falls into your arms. your old hometown’s so far away, but inside your head, there’s a record that’s playing a song called Hold On.

Well, that’s it I guess 🍊😭🍊 we did it, boots on backwards & all. close your eyes & imagine the United States. a monarch impaled on the car antenna. the trucker who said good morning at 4 a.m. the locusts ticking like a sprinkler in Kansas City. a house struck by lightning. the Mello gold vegetable oil factory. the rain gutters growing weeds. a lot of days of 3 p.m.’s. the bar is low and you can smoke in it. Texas becoming funnier the closer you get. car keys, credit scores, & rap rock. the pioneers watching you strip off your jeans in the Super 8 parking lot. learning you can carry your friend when he falls into your arms. your old hometown’s so far away, but inside your head, there’s a record that’s playing a song called Hold On.

Well, that’s it I guess 🍊😭🍊 we did it, boots on backwards & all. close your eyes & imagine the United States. a monarch impaled on the car antenna. the trucker who said good morning at 4 a.m. the locusts ticking like a sprinkler in Kansas City. a house struck by lightning. the Mello gold vegetable oil factory. the rain gutters growing weeds. a lot of days of 3 p.m.’s. the bar is low and you can smoke in it. Texas becoming funnier the closer you get. car keys, credit scores, & rap rock. the pioneers watching you strip off your jeans in the Super 8 parking lot. learning you can carry your friend when he falls into your arms. your old hometown’s so far away, but inside your head, there’s a record that’s playing a song called Hold On.

Well, that’s it I guess 🍊😭🍊 we did it, boots on backwards & all. close your eyes & imagine the United States. a monarch impaled on the car antenna. the trucker who said good morning at 4 a.m. the locusts ticking like a sprinkler in Kansas City. a house struck by lightning. the Mello gold vegetable oil factory. the rain gutters growing weeds. a lot of days of 3 p.m.’s. the bar is low and you can smoke in it. Texas becoming funnier the closer you get. car keys, credit scores, & rap rock. the pioneers watching you strip off your jeans in the Super 8 parking lot. learning you can carry your friend when he falls into your arms. your old hometown’s so far away, but inside your head, there’s a record that’s playing a song called Hold On.

Well, that’s it I guess 🍊😭🍊 we did it, boots on backwards & all. close your eyes & imagine the United States. a monarch impaled on the car antenna. the trucker who said good morning at 4 a.m. the locusts ticking like a sprinkler in Kansas City. a house struck by lightning. the Mello gold vegetable oil factory. the rain gutters growing weeds. a lot of days of 3 p.m.’s. the bar is low and you can smoke in it. Texas becoming funnier the closer you get. car keys, credit scores, & rap rock. the pioneers watching you strip off your jeans in the Super 8 parking lot. learning you can carry your friend when he falls into your arms. your old hometown’s so far away, but inside your head, there’s a record that’s playing a song called Hold On.

Well, that’s it I guess 🍊😭🍊 we did it, boots on backwards & all. close your eyes & imagine the United States. a monarch impaled on the car antenna. the trucker who said good morning at 4 a.m. the locusts ticking like a sprinkler in Kansas City. a house struck by lightning. the Mello gold vegetable oil factory. the rain gutters growing weeds. a lot of days of 3 p.m.’s. the bar is low and you can smoke in it. Texas becoming funnier the closer you get. car keys, credit scores, & rap rock. the pioneers watching you strip off your jeans in the Super 8 parking lot. learning you can carry your friend when he falls into your arms. your old hometown’s so far away, but inside your head, there’s a record that’s playing a song called Hold On.

Over halfway at this point but what the hell. Columbus tonight so they say. I’m furiously jealous of the phrase upper peninsula. You can’t trust a guy whose name is a question. Progress between the river and the ketchup factory. A friend in every town you’ve never been to. Summer as a verb. Everybody hurts on the ride to the motel. Every mural is of living room furniture. Every body of water, a gentle lake. Every sky filled with monarchs and big blood moon. I can feel the band through the wall. I can see you sleeping like a smeared painting. Corn on cornstalks like apostrophes in a kind of evil sentence. I haven’t felt like myself for a long time. I read the words you are neither bad nor good, you are simply very young and I put the book down.

Over halfway at this point but what the hell. Columbus tonight so they say. I’m furiously jealous of the phrase upper peninsula. You can’t trust a guy whose name is a question. Progress between the river and the ketchup factory. A friend in every town you’ve never been to. Summer as a verb. Everybody hurts on the ride to the motel. Every mural is of living room furniture. Every body of water, a gentle lake. Every sky filled with monarchs and big blood moon. I can feel the band through the wall. I can see you sleeping like a smeared painting. Corn on cornstalks like apostrophes in a kind of evil sentence. I haven’t felt like myself for a long time. I read the words you are neither bad nor good, you are simply very young and I put the book down.

Over halfway at this point but what the hell. Columbus tonight so they say. I’m furiously jealous of the phrase upper peninsula. You can’t trust a guy whose name is a question. Progress between the river and the ketchup factory. A friend in every town you’ve never been to. Summer as a verb. Everybody hurts on the ride to the motel. Every mural is of living room furniture. Every body of water, a gentle lake. Every sky filled with monarchs and big blood moon. I can feel the band through the wall. I can see you sleeping like a smeared painting. Corn on cornstalks like apostrophes in a kind of evil sentence. I haven’t felt like myself for a long time. I read the words you are neither bad nor good, you are simply very young and I put the book down.

Over halfway at this point but what the hell. Columbus tonight so they say. I’m furiously jealous of the phrase upper peninsula. You can’t trust a guy whose name is a question. Progress between the river and the ketchup factory. A friend in every town you’ve never been to. Summer as a verb. Everybody hurts on the ride to the motel. Every mural is of living room furniture. Every body of water, a gentle lake. Every sky filled with monarchs and big blood moon. I can feel the band through the wall. I can see you sleeping like a smeared painting. Corn on cornstalks like apostrophes in a kind of evil sentence. I haven’t felt like myself for a long time. I read the words you are neither bad nor good, you are simply very young and I put the book down.

Over halfway at this point but what the hell. Columbus tonight so they say. I’m furiously jealous of the phrase upper peninsula. You can’t trust a guy whose name is a question. Progress between the river and the ketchup factory. A friend in every town you’ve never been to. Summer as a verb. Everybody hurts on the ride to the motel. Every mural is of living room furniture. Every body of water, a gentle lake. Every sky filled with monarchs and big blood moon. I can feel the band through the wall. I can see you sleeping like a smeared painting. Corn on cornstalks like apostrophes in a kind of evil sentence. I haven’t felt like myself for a long time. I read the words you are neither bad nor good, you are simply very young and I put the book down.

Over halfway at this point but what the hell. Columbus tonight so they say. I’m furiously jealous of the phrase upper peninsula. You can’t trust a guy whose name is a question. Progress between the river and the ketchup factory. A friend in every town you’ve never been to. Summer as a verb. Everybody hurts on the ride to the motel. Every mural is of living room furniture. Every body of water, a gentle lake. Every sky filled with monarchs and big blood moon. I can feel the band through the wall. I can see you sleeping like a smeared painting. Corn on cornstalks like apostrophes in a kind of evil sentence. I haven’t felt like myself for a long time. I read the words you are neither bad nor good, you are simply very young and I put the book down.

Over halfway at this point but what the hell. Columbus tonight so they say. I’m furiously jealous of the phrase upper peninsula. You can’t trust a guy whose name is a question. Progress between the river and the ketchup factory. A friend in every town you’ve never been to. Summer as a verb. Everybody hurts on the ride to the motel. Every mural is of living room furniture. Every body of water, a gentle lake. Every sky filled with monarchs and big blood moon. I can feel the band through the wall. I can see you sleeping like a smeared painting. Corn on cornstalks like apostrophes in a kind of evil sentence. I haven’t felt like myself for a long time. I read the words you are neither bad nor good, you are simply very young and I put the book down.

Over halfway at this point but what the hell. Columbus tonight so they say. I’m furiously jealous of the phrase upper peninsula. You can’t trust a guy whose name is a question. Progress between the river and the ketchup factory. A friend in every town you’ve never been to. Summer as a verb. Everybody hurts on the ride to the motel. Every mural is of living room furniture. Every body of water, a gentle lake. Every sky filled with monarchs and big blood moon. I can feel the band through the wall. I can see you sleeping like a smeared painting. Corn on cornstalks like apostrophes in a kind of evil sentence. I haven’t felt like myself for a long time. I read the words you are neither bad nor good, you are simply very young and I put the book down.

Over halfway at this point but what the hell. Columbus tonight so they say. I’m furiously jealous of the phrase upper peninsula. You can’t trust a guy whose name is a question. Progress between the river and the ketchup factory. A friend in every town you’ve never been to. Summer as a verb. Everybody hurts on the ride to the motel. Every mural is of living room furniture. Every body of water, a gentle lake. Every sky filled with monarchs and big blood moon. I can feel the band through the wall. I can see you sleeping like a smeared painting. Corn on cornstalks like apostrophes in a kind of evil sentence. I haven’t felt like myself for a long time. I read the words you are neither bad nor good, you are simply very young and I put the book down.

Over halfway at this point but what the hell. Columbus tonight so they say. I’m furiously jealous of the phrase upper peninsula. You can’t trust a guy whose name is a question. Progress between the river and the ketchup factory. A friend in every town you’ve never been to. Summer as a verb. Everybody hurts on the ride to the motel. Every mural is of living room furniture. Every body of water, a gentle lake. Every sky filled with monarchs and big blood moon. I can feel the band through the wall. I can see you sleeping like a smeared painting. Corn on cornstalks like apostrophes in a kind of evil sentence. I haven’t felt like myself for a long time. I read the words you are neither bad nor good, you are simply very young and I put the book down.

Over halfway at this point but what the hell. Columbus tonight so they say. I’m furiously jealous of the phrase upper peninsula. You can’t trust a guy whose name is a question. Progress between the river and the ketchup factory. A friend in every town you’ve never been to. Summer as a verb. Everybody hurts on the ride to the motel. Every mural is of living room furniture. Every body of water, a gentle lake. Every sky filled with monarchs and big blood moon. I can feel the band through the wall. I can see you sleeping like a smeared painting. Corn on cornstalks like apostrophes in a kind of evil sentence. I haven’t felt like myself for a long time. I read the words you are neither bad nor good, you are simply very young and I put the book down.

Over halfway at this point but what the hell. Columbus tonight so they say. I’m furiously jealous of the phrase upper peninsula. You can’t trust a guy whose name is a question. Progress between the river and the ketchup factory. A friend in every town you’ve never been to. Summer as a verb. Everybody hurts on the ride to the motel. Every mural is of living room furniture. Every body of water, a gentle lake. Every sky filled with monarchs and big blood moon. I can feel the band through the wall. I can see you sleeping like a smeared painting. Corn on cornstalks like apostrophes in a kind of evil sentence. I haven’t felt like myself for a long time. I read the words you are neither bad nor good, you are simply very young and I put the book down.

Over halfway at this point but what the hell. Columbus tonight so they say. I’m furiously jealous of the phrase upper peninsula. You can’t trust a guy whose name is a question. Progress between the river and the ketchup factory. A friend in every town you’ve never been to. Summer as a verb. Everybody hurts on the ride to the motel. Every mural is of living room furniture. Every body of water, a gentle lake. Every sky filled with monarchs and big blood moon. I can feel the band through the wall. I can see you sleeping like a smeared painting. Corn on cornstalks like apostrophes in a kind of evil sentence. I haven’t felt like myself for a long time. I read the words you are neither bad nor good, you are simply very young and I put the book down.

Over halfway at this point but what the hell. Columbus tonight so they say. I’m furiously jealous of the phrase upper peninsula. You can’t trust a guy whose name is a question. Progress between the river and the ketchup factory. A friend in every town you’ve never been to. Summer as a verb. Everybody hurts on the ride to the motel. Every mural is of living room furniture. Every body of water, a gentle lake. Every sky filled with monarchs and big blood moon. I can feel the band through the wall. I can see you sleeping like a smeared painting. Corn on cornstalks like apostrophes in a kind of evil sentence. I haven’t felt like myself for a long time. I read the words you are neither bad nor good, you are simply very young and I put the book down.

Over halfway at this point but what the hell. Columbus tonight so they say. I’m furiously jealous of the phrase upper peninsula. You can’t trust a guy whose name is a question. Progress between the river and the ketchup factory. A friend in every town you’ve never been to. Summer as a verb. Everybody hurts on the ride to the motel. Every mural is of living room furniture. Every body of water, a gentle lake. Every sky filled with monarchs and big blood moon. I can feel the band through the wall. I can see you sleeping like a smeared painting. Corn on cornstalks like apostrophes in a kind of evil sentence. I haven’t felt like myself for a long time. I read the words you are neither bad nor good, you are simply very young and I put the book down.

Over halfway at this point but what the hell. Columbus tonight so they say. I’m furiously jealous of the phrase upper peninsula. You can’t trust a guy whose name is a question. Progress between the river and the ketchup factory. A friend in every town you’ve never been to. Summer as a verb. Everybody hurts on the ride to the motel. Every mural is of living room furniture. Every body of water, a gentle lake. Every sky filled with monarchs and big blood moon. I can feel the band through the wall. I can see you sleeping like a smeared painting. Corn on cornstalks like apostrophes in a kind of evil sentence. I haven’t felt like myself for a long time. I read the words you are neither bad nor good, you are simply very young and I put the book down.

Over halfway at this point but what the hell. Columbus tonight so they say. I’m furiously jealous of the phrase upper peninsula. You can’t trust a guy whose name is a question. Progress between the river and the ketchup factory. A friend in every town you’ve never been to. Summer as a verb. Everybody hurts on the ride to the motel. Every mural is of living room furniture. Every body of water, a gentle lake. Every sky filled with monarchs and big blood moon. I can feel the band through the wall. I can see you sleeping like a smeared painting. Corn on cornstalks like apostrophes in a kind of evil sentence. I haven’t felt like myself for a long time. I read the words you are neither bad nor good, you are simply very young and I put the book down.

Over halfway at this point but what the hell. Columbus tonight so they say. I’m furiously jealous of the phrase upper peninsula. You can’t trust a guy whose name is a question. Progress between the river and the ketchup factory. A friend in every town you’ve never been to. Summer as a verb. Everybody hurts on the ride to the motel. Every mural is of living room furniture. Every body of water, a gentle lake. Every sky filled with monarchs and big blood moon. I can feel the band through the wall. I can see you sleeping like a smeared painting. Corn on cornstalks like apostrophes in a kind of evil sentence. I haven’t felt like myself for a long time. I read the words you are neither bad nor good, you are simply very young and I put the book down.

Over halfway at this point but what the hell. Columbus tonight so they say. I’m furiously jealous of the phrase upper peninsula. You can’t trust a guy whose name is a question. Progress between the river and the ketchup factory. A friend in every town you’ve never been to. Summer as a verb. Everybody hurts on the ride to the motel. Every mural is of living room furniture. Every body of water, a gentle lake. Every sky filled with monarchs and big blood moon. I can feel the band through the wall. I can see you sleeping like a smeared painting. Corn on cornstalks like apostrophes in a kind of evil sentence. I haven’t felt like myself for a long time. I read the words you are neither bad nor good, you are simply very young and I put the book down.

Over halfway at this point but what the hell. Columbus tonight so they say. I’m furiously jealous of the phrase upper peninsula. You can’t trust a guy whose name is a question. Progress between the river and the ketchup factory. A friend in every town you’ve never been to. Summer as a verb. Everybody hurts on the ride to the motel. Every mural is of living room furniture. Every body of water, a gentle lake. Every sky filled with monarchs and big blood moon. I can feel the band through the wall. I can see you sleeping like a smeared painting. Corn on cornstalks like apostrophes in a kind of evil sentence. I haven’t felt like myself for a long time. I read the words you are neither bad nor good, you are simply very young and I put the book down.

here we are again! house show this Sunday (8/31) & then off to the big (personally) unexplored Midwest to check off the last continental states I’ve never been to and play some big tunes with our big band! please come see us!! I know you’re out there!! hoping to tap into some of that crushing melancholy of September up in the dense forests and denser lakes 🍊 hoping the trees up there will be turning 🌴 hoping for a reason to come down to me from somewhere even higher 🍋‍🟩 some kind of wet bias but for living longer / some kind of riverine intelligence in the era of the failing ocean current / some kind of wind in the grass on the luminous plain / some kind of weather to break the heat / some kind of love that’s easy to talk about / some kind of well you drink from that makes you never find your way home 🍊

here we are again! house show this Sunday (8/31) & then off to the big (personally) unexplored Midwest to check off the last continental states I’ve never been to and play some big tunes with our big band! please come see us!! I know you’re out there!! hoping to tap into some of that crushing melancholy of September up in the dense forests and denser lakes 🍊 hoping the trees up there will be turning 🌴 hoping for a reason to come down to me from somewhere even higher 🍋‍🟩 some kind of wet bias but for living longer / some kind of riverine intelligence in the era of the failing ocean current / some kind of wind in the grass on the luminous plain / some kind of weather to break the heat / some kind of love that’s easy to talk about / some kind of well you drink from that makes you never find your way home 🍊

here we are again! house show this Sunday (8/31) & then off to the big (personally) unexplored Midwest to check off the last continental states I’ve never been to and play some big tunes with our big band! please come see us!! I know you’re out there!! hoping to tap into some of that crushing melancholy of September up in the dense forests and denser lakes 🍊 hoping the trees up there will be turning 🌴 hoping for a reason to come down to me from somewhere even higher 🍋‍🟩 some kind of wet bias but for living longer / some kind of riverine intelligence in the era of the failing ocean current / some kind of wind in the grass on the luminous plain / some kind of weather to break the heat / some kind of love that’s easy to talk about / some kind of well you drink from that makes you never find your way home 🍊

here we are again! house show this Sunday (8/31) & then off to the big (personally) unexplored Midwest to check off the last continental states I’ve never been to and play some big tunes with our big band! please come see us!! I know you’re out there!! hoping to tap into some of that crushing melancholy of September up in the dense forests and denser lakes 🍊 hoping the trees up there will be turning 🌴 hoping for a reason to come down to me from somewhere even higher 🍋‍🟩 some kind of wet bias but for living longer / some kind of riverine intelligence in the era of the failing ocean current / some kind of wind in the grass on the luminous plain / some kind of weather to break the heat / some kind of love that’s easy to talk about / some kind of well you drink from that makes you never find your way home 🍊

here we are again! house show this Sunday (8/31) & then off to the big (personally) unexplored Midwest to check off the last continental states I’ve never been to and play some big tunes with our big band! please come see us!! I know you’re out there!! hoping to tap into some of that crushing melancholy of September up in the dense forests and denser lakes 🍊 hoping the trees up there will be turning 🌴 hoping for a reason to come down to me from somewhere even higher 🍋‍🟩 some kind of wet bias but for living longer / some kind of riverine intelligence in the era of the failing ocean current / some kind of wind in the grass on the luminous plain / some kind of weather to break the heat / some kind of love that’s easy to talk about / some kind of well you drink from that makes you never find your way home 🍊

here we are again! house show this Sunday (8/31) & then off to the big (personally) unexplored Midwest to check off the last continental states I’ve never been to and play some big tunes with our big band! please come see us!! I know you’re out there!! hoping to tap into some of that crushing melancholy of September up in the dense forests and denser lakes 🍊 hoping the trees up there will be turning 🌴 hoping for a reason to come down to me from somewhere even higher 🍋‍🟩 some kind of wet bias but for living longer / some kind of riverine intelligence in the era of the failing ocean current / some kind of wind in the grass on the luminous plain / some kind of weather to break the heat / some kind of love that’s easy to talk about / some kind of well you drink from that makes you never find your way home 🍊

here we are again! house show this Sunday (8/31) & then off to the big (personally) unexplored Midwest to check off the last continental states I’ve never been to and play some big tunes with our big band! please come see us!! I know you’re out there!! hoping to tap into some of that crushing melancholy of September up in the dense forests and denser lakes 🍊 hoping the trees up there will be turning 🌴 hoping for a reason to come down to me from somewhere even higher 🍋‍🟩 some kind of wet bias but for living longer / some kind of riverine intelligence in the era of the failing ocean current / some kind of wind in the grass on the luminous plain / some kind of weather to break the heat / some kind of love that’s easy to talk about / some kind of well you drink from that makes you never find your way home 🍊

here we are again! house show this Sunday (8/31) & then off to the big (personally) unexplored Midwest to check off the last continental states I’ve never been to and play some big tunes with our big band! please come see us!! I know you’re out there!! hoping to tap into some of that crushing melancholy of September up in the dense forests and denser lakes 🍊 hoping the trees up there will be turning 🌴 hoping for a reason to come down to me from somewhere even higher 🍋‍🟩 some kind of wet bias but for living longer / some kind of riverine intelligence in the era of the failing ocean current / some kind of wind in the grass on the luminous plain / some kind of weather to break the heat / some kind of love that’s easy to talk about / some kind of well you drink from that makes you never find your way home 🍊

here we are again! house show this Sunday (8/31) & then off to the big (personally) unexplored Midwest to check off the last continental states I’ve never been to and play some big tunes with our big band! please come see us!! I know you’re out there!! hoping to tap into some of that crushing melancholy of September up in the dense forests and denser lakes 🍊 hoping the trees up there will be turning 🌴 hoping for a reason to come down to me from somewhere even higher 🍋‍🟩 some kind of wet bias but for living longer / some kind of riverine intelligence in the era of the failing ocean current / some kind of wind in the grass on the luminous plain / some kind of weather to break the heat / some kind of love that’s easy to talk about / some kind of well you drink from that makes you never find your way home 🍊

here we are again! house show this Sunday (8/31) & then off to the big (personally) unexplored Midwest to check off the last continental states I’ve never been to and play some big tunes with our big band! please come see us!! I know you’re out there!! hoping to tap into some of that crushing melancholy of September up in the dense forests and denser lakes 🍊 hoping the trees up there will be turning 🌴 hoping for a reason to come down to me from somewhere even higher 🍋‍🟩 some kind of wet bias but for living longer / some kind of riverine intelligence in the era of the failing ocean current / some kind of wind in the grass on the luminous plain / some kind of weather to break the heat / some kind of love that’s easy to talk about / some kind of well you drink from that makes you never find your way home 🍊

here we are again! house show this Sunday (8/31) & then off to the big (personally) unexplored Midwest to check off the last continental states I’ve never been to and play some big tunes with our big band! please come see us!! I know you’re out there!! hoping to tap into some of that crushing melancholy of September up in the dense forests and denser lakes 🍊 hoping the trees up there will be turning 🌴 hoping for a reason to come down to me from somewhere even higher 🍋‍🟩 some kind of wet bias but for living longer / some kind of riverine intelligence in the era of the failing ocean current / some kind of wind in the grass on the luminous plain / some kind of weather to break the heat / some kind of love that’s easy to talk about / some kind of well you drink from that makes you never find your way home 🍊

here we are again! house show this Sunday (8/31) & then off to the big (personally) unexplored Midwest to check off the last continental states I’ve never been to and play some big tunes with our big band! please come see us!! I know you’re out there!! hoping to tap into some of that crushing melancholy of September up in the dense forests and denser lakes 🍊 hoping the trees up there will be turning 🌴 hoping for a reason to come down to me from somewhere even higher 🍋‍🟩 some kind of wet bias but for living longer / some kind of riverine intelligence in the era of the failing ocean current / some kind of wind in the grass on the luminous plain / some kind of weather to break the heat / some kind of love that’s easy to talk about / some kind of well you drink from that makes you never find your way home 🍊

here we are again! house show this Sunday (8/31) & then off to the big (personally) unexplored Midwest to check off the last continental states I’ve never been to and play some big tunes with our big band! please come see us!! I know you’re out there!! hoping to tap into some of that crushing melancholy of September up in the dense forests and denser lakes 🍊 hoping the trees up there will be turning 🌴 hoping for a reason to come down to me from somewhere even higher 🍋‍🟩 some kind of wet bias but for living longer / some kind of riverine intelligence in the era of the failing ocean current / some kind of wind in the grass on the luminous plain / some kind of weather to break the heat / some kind of love that’s easy to talk about / some kind of well you drink from that makes you never find your way home 🍊

here we are again! house show this Sunday (8/31) & then off to the big (personally) unexplored Midwest to check off the last continental states I’ve never been to and play some big tunes with our big band! please come see us!! I know you’re out there!! hoping to tap into some of that crushing melancholy of September up in the dense forests and denser lakes 🍊 hoping the trees up there will be turning 🌴 hoping for a reason to come down to me from somewhere even higher 🍋‍🟩 some kind of wet bias but for living longer / some kind of riverine intelligence in the era of the failing ocean current / some kind of wind in the grass on the luminous plain / some kind of weather to break the heat / some kind of love that’s easy to talk about / some kind of well you drink from that makes you never find your way home 🍊

here we are again! house show this Sunday (8/31) & then off to the big (personally) unexplored Midwest to check off the last continental states I’ve never been to and play some big tunes with our big band! please come see us!! I know you’re out there!! hoping to tap into some of that crushing melancholy of September up in the dense forests and denser lakes 🍊 hoping the trees up there will be turning 🌴 hoping for a reason to come down to me from somewhere even higher 🍋‍🟩 some kind of wet bias but for living longer / some kind of riverine intelligence in the era of the failing ocean current / some kind of wind in the grass on the luminous plain / some kind of weather to break the heat / some kind of love that’s easy to talk about / some kind of well you drink from that makes you never find your way home 🍊

here we are again! house show this Sunday (8/31) & then off to the big (personally) unexplored Midwest to check off the last continental states I’ve never been to and play some big tunes with our big band! please come see us!! I know you’re out there!! hoping to tap into some of that crushing melancholy of September up in the dense forests and denser lakes 🍊 hoping the trees up there will be turning 🌴 hoping for a reason to come down to me from somewhere even higher 🍋‍🟩 some kind of wet bias but for living longer / some kind of riverine intelligence in the era of the failing ocean current / some kind of wind in the grass on the luminous plain / some kind of weather to break the heat / some kind of love that’s easy to talk about / some kind of well you drink from that makes you never find your way home 🍊

here we are again! house show this Sunday (8/31) & then off to the big (personally) unexplored Midwest to check off the last continental states I’ve never been to and play some big tunes with our big band! please come see us!! I know you’re out there!! hoping to tap into some of that crushing melancholy of September up in the dense forests and denser lakes 🍊 hoping the trees up there will be turning 🌴 hoping for a reason to come down to me from somewhere even higher 🍋‍🟩 some kind of wet bias but for living longer / some kind of riverine intelligence in the era of the failing ocean current / some kind of wind in the grass on the luminous plain / some kind of weather to break the heat / some kind of love that’s easy to talk about / some kind of well you drink from that makes you never find your way home 🍊

here we are again! house show this Sunday (8/31) & then off to the big (personally) unexplored Midwest to check off the last continental states I’ve never been to and play some big tunes with our big band! please come see us!! I know you’re out there!! hoping to tap into some of that crushing melancholy of September up in the dense forests and denser lakes 🍊 hoping the trees up there will be turning 🌴 hoping for a reason to come down to me from somewhere even higher 🍋‍🟩 some kind of wet bias but for living longer / some kind of riverine intelligence in the era of the failing ocean current / some kind of wind in the grass on the luminous plain / some kind of weather to break the heat / some kind of love that’s easy to talk about / some kind of well you drink from that makes you never find your way home 🍊

here we are again! house show this Sunday (8/31) & then off to the big (personally) unexplored Midwest to check off the last continental states I’ve never been to and play some big tunes with our big band! please come see us!! I know you’re out there!! hoping to tap into some of that crushing melancholy of September up in the dense forests and denser lakes 🍊 hoping the trees up there will be turning 🌴 hoping for a reason to come down to me from somewhere even higher 🍋‍🟩 some kind of wet bias but for living longer / some kind of riverine intelligence in the era of the failing ocean current / some kind of wind in the grass on the luminous plain / some kind of weather to break the heat / some kind of love that’s easy to talk about / some kind of well you drink from that makes you never find your way home 🍊

here we are again! house show this Sunday (8/31) & then off to the big (personally) unexplored Midwest to check off the last continental states I’ve never been to and play some big tunes with our big band! please come see us!! I know you’re out there!! hoping to tap into some of that crushing melancholy of September up in the dense forests and denser lakes 🍊 hoping the trees up there will be turning 🌴 hoping for a reason to come down to me from somewhere even higher 🍋‍🟩 some kind of wet bias but for living longer / some kind of riverine intelligence in the era of the failing ocean current / some kind of wind in the grass on the luminous plain / some kind of weather to break the heat / some kind of love that’s easy to talk about / some kind of well you drink from that makes you never find your way home 🍊