METAL SHOW $10

Good morning.

We have the umbilicle here in Secrecy, we have a wire that goes down the road past the gates and it feeds into the mouths of the California capillaries and voila my voice has the amp and you can see what I say.

A bird songed into my ear and I woke up but went back to bed. I had a dream that I was at a demure party in the daytime and a typewriter floated up to me in the swimming pool. It had a message that I did not read, but I knew that it meant terrorism. I started running as the house exhaled delicate sprouts of flame. Then the dream steered toward the same room I have been visiting lately while sleeping, with the same person.

Yesterday we drove through Willits California and we saw a metal parking lot show. METAL SHOW $10 MOSH AT YOURE OWN RISK. It was 5 pm and the kids were already lining the tarp, with their heavy pants and cumbersome hair. On tour I saw Wolf Eyes and Black Dice in Cleveland. The show was blanketed with shifty boys, cold and quiet until I incited them to trampoline during Wolf Eyes and our jumping really saved the day because that performance just refused to climax. Anyway, this kid was passing out flyers between the bands' sets and he had a devilock that was basically a disability. It bisected his vision and made him look really sinister. He was another one of those noise boys that can't make eye contact, but his heart was sweet and the flyers were for a show honoring his friend who died when he innocently mixed a sleeping pill with a couple of beers. RIP.

On tour at 2 am in St. Louis, two teenage kids interviewed me for their zine. We were drinking gin and 7UP. Their first question: "What do you love the most?" In Montana, near a rest stop I saw a facial tattoo man emerge from a carpet of pine, unknown, but I saw him.