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Love Begins

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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Agnes Martin (March 22, 1912 – December 16, 2004), Untitled, 1965.
ayer dormiste dieciocho horas. no tengo la menor idea porque. me puse a hacer mis cosas, de vez en cuando tratando de despertarte. me puse a ver un documental sobre fidel castro en francés. fui a la escuela y regrese. encontré en tu casa una bicicleta medio jodida. funciona. la uso en vez de ir a pie a todos lados ahora. voy a la licoreria por un tramo al lado de la via de trolley por papas fritas o bebidas energéticas o semejantes chingaderas. cuento los gatos y las mariquitas que encuentro en los pastos altos esos que se encuentran por tu casa. hoy fueron tres gatos. escucho los grabados que hago en mi sampler de instrumentos que encuentro por alli y intento transformarlos en algo interesante que suena a esa emoción extraña y sola que siento cuando veo las sombras temblorosas en la ventana de tu cuarto que se forman con el sol y las hojas de el árbol de moras, y se que no vas a despertar hasta muchas horas después. llevo una vida silenciosa. vivo momentos de belleza, todos iguales. cuando me animo a enseñártelos me entero que no he vivido nada. me doy cuenta que solo he coleccionado impresiones banales de luz atravesando superficies o animales jóvenes. solo colecciono. ya que mi alma es un espejo simple.
Gjon Mili - Violinist Jascha Heifetz playing with a light attached to follow his movements. New York, 1952 4
plush wash 2010-04-11
in your room, december 27, 2025
the sound of your open window, the sound of you speaking to me as i edited little loops
Mauve stinger (Pelagia noctiluca) By: E. Robba From: Éditions Rencontre Cards 1978
played a show in perris that made me really depressed so i took pictures to try and make it look beautiful. audio is some guitar i recorded to four track at some point after i got home.
can't believe i finally got to see this band live <3
recording an ep with my powerviolence band, regression. a friend from a band we love recorded us in his home studio, somewhere in the san gabriel valley. he had a little brown dog and a wall of amplifier cabinets. i drank iced tea and fell asleep on his floor while we tracked bass, listening to my friends voices and footsteps through disposable earplugs and carpet. we put three pairs of hands on my no-input setup and made noise. i love making music with you. i love riding in a car together to a show. even when we play to no one. even when i don't speak much and i just look out the window. i'm quiet because i'm remembering, already.
So do i
So do i
So do i