sad lyric of the week i

 A thousand circus mirrors cannot move a frown

We are the real clowns

And the sun rarely shines our way

— Mark Kozelek

formative moments i

 After a harrowing bathroom experience, I remember the five-year-old me saying, “The enema is my enemy.” Potty humor at its most precocious.

failed meme of the day

 Brace yourself before you erase yourself.

embracing the obsolete

 To paraphrase Nicole Blackman, I want to reach my hand into the abyss of Blogger and feel what reaches back. Hello to and from 2025. 

Credo of the day: If the spud fits, wear it.

nature in the raw

full metal sparrow

reorganizing the listening room, phase one

spring

dark matter

imaginary album covers

starman tarot

Puzzle not included.

quiet

closer

close

capital m

dark green

flower power?

less droopy

droopy

Strange dialogue

From last night’s dream: “You don’t have security clearance to jump over that raindrop.”