merde

i looked and looked, but i couldn't figure what it was. it was perfect, absolutely, white, clear, defined. but i just couldn't remember or free-associate what the hell it might be. cloud busting or song writing, either one.










the song today was horrible. real, complete, total. i hate those, for real. they are like singing with your internal organs for instruments. mary gauthier does that really well. have you heard some mercy? but also: those songs are god, evidently. what else could they be? i'm just not that smart. i'm not that good. i'm not that whole.