1/17/22  Los Angeles, CA

On releasing music here in 2022.

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I can’t touch you if you don’t want me to.

To tell you stories of my times submerged,

Or immersed in dry fires not necessarily restorative,

but not entirely destructive either.

No doubt, nevertheless, they are stories worth telling.

And they aren’t interested in the least.

They aren’t interested in hearing new stories,

Or even retelling them like these far-off folk stories of old.

No, they would rather pitch and push the same story

Over and over in different skins with increasing scaliness.




What’s the story? You’re wondering.

I understand, I’m being indirect.

What is consuming my thoughts so much

I feel it important enough to consume your time?




On with it!

It’s simple really.

No longer than a breath or two of text.

It’s the story of chasing numbers.

Chasing and desperately reaching for the non-human.

Sell your soul and become a figure.

Become a calculator and crunch, crunch away.




I have no call to arms.

Feel little energy to ‘go back to human’.

Are we too far gone? It’s hard to say.

I’m a victim of it too.

We are restless, somehow evolutionarily.

I can’t sit still long enough to figure out what to do.




I’m growing scales, can’t you see?

With every new choice I make that feels not my own.

And I haven’t even begun to see

Any sign that I’m loved on my phone.