COASTING


When the time between gigs spans decades you bury the alopecia, relish the haircut on the acacia and do nothing now about the par(test)ticle.

Nebulous much? I say potato and you handle matters from around the corner to 1000 miles away. The loyalty on top of the queue prevails and flirting with oblivion holds no appeal. A little boost from Chewlube juice helps the go-with-the-flow. That level of wellness swings in the wrapped Haunt of Havana recovery room noting everything's 70s depicted via the following:
To Do List (WORLDVIEW) ==================

Defriend Darkness
Wrap protrusions w/ turkish towel
Stand by your xylophone
Strum your pain with golgotha
Beam me up, Beckham
Never evacuate where you do-see-do
Act up and you're divining for pine oil
Let go of your cerbian place-settings
Empty the ashtrays in your club coupe
Adjust all strokes by the number
Stop defacing password-protected destinations
Only lift until the bottoms show
Listen to the rhythm of peewee's uh-huh
Call your momma if she's there
Fax whenever they request parameters
Lick but never accentuate
Walk away when the dial tone disappears
Yellow is mellow
9/2/2012