got a text this morning from my pippy informing me she had gotten a text from her dear friend saying chris had died. took me hours to get on here, i was too scared & sad, still am. i guess he was 52, same age as the old-man when he went.
a crushing sound wall
?where are our flowers
i'm told, "you gotta plant 'em yourself, you bastard"
got out the big dictionary in hopes of... something... (anything)
cranking pinkpop's, "jesus christ pose"
"right turn", holy fucking shit
perfection found people all fucked up
sky's great tightening rotation
i think there's more music upstairs w/ layne
go to there & be well again some more
to be continued -
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce