The sun rises over my rose garden. The Tui is singing his mournful song accentuated by pops, hissing and chimes…
After a tour it is quite normal to stay in bed for a week, but for one reason or another, I still felt fucked after nine days…
I am currently sitting outside a Kavarna Café in an art deco building favored by liberal intellectuals…
New Zealand, Vietnam and central America. Face masks, empty airports, paranoia and worse to come (no doubt) looking at the astrology…
Thanks and love to our brothers in Tool. So many wonderful people encountered, standing ovations from hardened Tool fans…
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