there’s a little head in the other room
thought it would be cool, but now I think it’s gross
my family thinks it’s sick; I kind of understand now 
haven’t heard from them in like a couple weeks      
it’s hard to know
how deep to make that hole out back
it’s sad to know
the head just keeps on coming back
gave a little head to my neighbor Greg.
his wife was pretty mad; I guess I understand
should I let him know how it comes right back?
 he needs to give that head to a different guy. 
I want to see
my wife and daughter laugh again
I’m sorry, Greg
you’ll dig until your face is blue

there's a little head in the other room

piano/bass/acoustic guitar/LFO-controlled delay

Piano Test

you’re in my phone
and on my tongue.
you’re on my brain like all the time.

you’re far away
in terms of feet
but pretty close as closeness goes.

four blankets deep …
and i’m stuck with one.
we can go to Bed Bath Beyond.

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GOOGLE TRANSLATE:

você está no meu telefone
e na minha língua.
você está no meu cérebro como o tempo todo.

Você está muito longe
em termos de pés
mas muito perto no que diz respeito à proximidade.

quatro cobertores de profundidade ...
e estou preso a um.
podemos ir para Bed Bath Beyond.

you're on my brain

I found your body in the chimney
about a month after the holiday. 

Pulled you out before my wife got back.
Thank God the kids were there to help.

But then those kids fucking told my fucking wife
and she was like “it happened again?” 

“Yeah, but it’s fine. I messed up like this before.
Remember the gal who drowned in our tub?” 

So if you plan to rent a prostitute
maybe not on Christmas Eve.

If she gets drunk and gets the ladder out
maybe then it’s time to pray:

Jesus, Lord, help me with this broad.
She’s wild and now she’s naked on my roof.

Father, God, why don’t you respond?
It’s like I’m talking to a dead prostitute.

xmas 2021

The female. She sends an email. she sends me a list of dreams that come crashing in around the Outback Steakhouse after being forced through, say, two years-worth of time-fabric and it's almost like being stuck in a hailstorm of marbles maybe near the pool or something a couple of nights here or there. idiotic notes posted everywhere in los angeles. memories of a bookstore and some tendency to exhibit a malingered book fetish. Perhaps that apartment didn't belong to who she said it did. It's not really a dream I guess and it's not like one of those incessant mental viruses that causes a slow malnutrition to set in over the span of a few months. A Gentle reoccurrence. Sure, I'll remain healthy through this (a fact which is perhaps not made apparent by this little doodle). A black car. I leave the coffee shop, curious, but not wanting to offend the Chinese man.

Things happen.

Genuine something gone.

var blonde = Object.create(person);

dark yellow (part of an idea)

a pre-linguistic nipple dream
unjustified laughter (however pleasant)
greedy babbling, in stereo
soft, tasteless food and crunchy pants

two babies

Mike Chambers told me to download "Soft Piano" from Spitfire Audio, so I did. Then I recorded this because I was thinking about babies again.

babies two

COVID Christmas version II

i do weddings. funerals.
singles mixers.
bible studies and high school dances.

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