An Open Letter To You

Dear Person Reading This,

Why is it that you choose to exist without the sweet bliss delicately, yet forcefully, instilled by Do Make Say Think? Is it because the music is demanding? But what if the payoff exceeded the work tenfold? A hundredfold? Or maybe you are afraid? Afraid because when you die you have to leave them behind. I, too, have grappled with this notion, but I’ve made a conclusion, and now I am happy. You can be happy too. Oh, I know it doesn’t take much to be happy; a little toast, maybe some butter. But those happy-nesses are fleeting… this one is not. Well, I’ve said my peace. Good night/morning.

P. S. The new album, YOU, YOU’RE A HISTORY IN RUST, is amazing. If you see me crying, rest assured that I am only overwhelmed by bliss.

Favorite

This is my favorite type of snowfall: large clumpy flakes, dense, and slowly falling straight down. As it is happening now. Here I go.

Respect Your Elders

‘Cause They Can and WILL Kill You
With Their Bare Hands
Even A Fifty Year Difference
WILL NOT SAVE YOU

Outer Side

Today the warm was relatively air.
The blowing sea breeze felt like a muggy wind.
All around melting cicadas sounded like snow.
Eyes finally find my squinting sleep.

Flog Blog

From Jesse’s stumble site:

“Currently on an internet break. I’m not supposed to do anything fun on the internet for the next month and a half. If you see that I’ve cheated, feel free to lecture me. Here goes.”

Though he told me my website was excluded from his internet-hiatus, I can’t help but wonder if he chose to exclude my site because it is so boring. Id est, it actually causes him to suffer hence making it the perfect site for his test of faith.