What of… All This Talk of Divine Right of Kings? And As Far As Sympathy for the Devil…?

One may of course, possess such things... But of consideration for the Devil...? Lest we forget the shameless nature of that thing After the day fades, and the fear of night begins Lest we forget and find embarrassment In having the will to walk away In shining our light... on all that knowledge of such … Continue reading What of… All This Talk of Divine Right of Kings? And As Far As Sympathy for the Devil…?

ANY FOOL CAN DIE! – Sing to Me of the Melodic Frequencies With Which Your Monarch Wings Flutter in the Sullen Winds of DIVINE BOREDOM! Quietly Into the Night? Nay– How Do You Glide Into the WHITE LIGHT!?

I remember visiting the anarchist collective house where my sister stayed for a time, here in the gateway to the west. St. Louis's BOLOZONE as they called it then. A humming hive of activity and playful daring, with a homemade guitar-pedal lab in the basement as a way to meet-ends, and a milk crate of … Continue reading ANY FOOL CAN DIE! – Sing to Me of the Melodic Frequencies With Which Your Monarch Wings Flutter in the Sullen Winds of DIVINE BOREDOM! Quietly Into the Night? Nay– How Do You Glide Into the WHITE LIGHT!?

Too many soapboxes, not enough violins / Too many shipwrecks‚ not enough sirens

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RyHg2kPY5xA The New Pornographers - Falling Down The Stairs Of Your Smile (Official Music Video) So much wasted time in my life. I have a desire to change things, but have such trouble figuring out how to grasp the corners to turn this unfurled, floorspread flag into a suitable gift to the dead soldier in … Continue reading Too many soapboxes, not enough violins / Too many shipwrecks‚ not enough sirens