2009 is winding down like a clock replete with a nasty wind. Chilly is the gust that worms its way through yet unnoticed wrinkles and brows of unpleasant judgments. ”Way Cox,” cries the possum in Danny’s alley as it hunts for a cashew can into which it may thrust its mighty, twizzler tongue with vigor.
In my poverty, I prepare to bake a potato in an oven that is not my own. This is my meal, for I have forgone wise living such that all my food is grown only within the confines of muddy, grubby dirt. I dream of Ritz Bits. None shall follow me, for through my actions, I have become separate.
This evening, Les Debutantes will have recorded their most welcome bits. And yet, none will welcome them. It’s a shame about the Debutantes because shame is what they are about. The debu-demo below is more evidence. If you have loved ones, tell them you love them, then leave and never return. Don’t go on like this forever, you possums in Danny’s alley! El Nino can never be your baby.
http://soundcloud.com/les-debudemos/and-lead-me-away-demo
–Keddiz
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That is one of the best things Glen has ever written, I think. I am really loving “An Expert on Barriers” these days as well.
Tell the possum to give it up, that battle is lost.