Flavigula

Radio Massacre International sings in my ears.

In the dream, I took Ivanečka to visit Tony in a sort of limbo.

Banshee!

The card will eventually be there, as we know.

I was just reminded strangely because of Peiločja and a conversation with Jeremy and perhaps because of a sampler sitting unused on my sofa in the other room of a “scene” when I was living in Spain.

I’m sitting U Smrťaka quite near my current home in Nusle.

The fact that I’ve seen Victor more recently in person than Tony crushes my evening jauntiness like a gleaming beetle beneath the bootheel of a bully.

In a few days time, I shall embark on a music listening project like I have done twice before involving songs or other pieces of organized noise that have strong associations to points in my past.

Zítra bude naše výročí.

The café was expansive and constrictive at the same time.

Christian Michael “Huggable” Newman sent me a photo this morning along with a text description: A rubber gudgeon is a female, socket-like metal fitting attached to a boat’s transom that pairs with a male pintle pin to form a pivoting steering hinge.

I sit on the granite-lined couch bed on the top floor of Ivanečka’ sister’s řadový dům.

Here is the form.

The barnacle’s ambition is to reach the harbor without having built the boat.

We speed under a bridge on the highway between Praha and München, though our destination is not München.

Sometime during January of 2025, I wrote a list of resolutions.

I am so tired that I am sweating somnolent tears.

Over the endless epochs since my arrival on the planet, I have grown quite tired of a concept that many humans feel is somehow absolutely necessary.

I read somewhere recently that a good credo in life is Supress it, but don’t deny it.

The membrane Better known as the bubble.

Peiločja cleans herself on the corner of the bed as I lie supine typing this.

I sometimes play a game with myself when I am walking long distances.

Yesterday in the early morning hours, meaning not approximately three and a half or four hours after midnight, but instead approximately an hour an a half or an hour before noon, we set off in the “car” from Praha to Jena with intent to see Gong play an i…

This morning, as we walked a circuitous route to EduJoy, where Ivanečka works occasionally on Saturday and Sunday mornings to early afternoons, the subject of Switzerland came up and the fact that I have no intention of ever living there.

Christian Newman, the plumpest humorist of our time, sent me the photo of a t-shirt that states If life gives you demons, make demonade, or somesuch.

I just walked home from Ivanečka’s place to my filthy domicile with the “cat” stowed “safely” in the backpack I use to transport her.

Over the course of my music making “career”, I have explored different avenues of actually creating music.

Three random ideas that come to mind (mostly unrelated) There was no one in line for “check-in” to my flight to Frankfurt.

Calendars and clocks are yet another thing that humans have devised or, more aptly said imagined up, to set the “world” into a line.

I’m sitting at the Grand Chalice Hotel in Brno.

I am in Brno for the first time in a series of practically infinite moments.

Yesterday was the anniversery of Lee’s demise.

I woke up and created my fifth Looptober abomination.

I made a fantastic Medical Medium dinner.

A rose and its stem, or its lifeline, stretches from the base of a pitcher two thirds filled with water up into the still atmosphere of this flat and blossoms a radiant red at its zenith.

During the last five days, my life changed drastically.

Wheels are moving beneath me once again.

The bench before the Trinity tree is occupied.

Today I had lunch with Bender-boy and Anne, his wife.

As the brussels’ sprouts bake, I play with the “cat”.

Approximately a year ago, I was wandering the sometimes broad and much too sunlit and at other times twisty, tenebrous and narrow streets and paths of Siracusa in Sicily with Marisa.

There were three main trails we took when we were paseando just outside of Fresneda.

Music plays a big part in my recollection of scenes from my past.

This society hasn’t changed one bit.

Today is day ZERO!

The problem with day ONE is that there is still 48 hours to go, vole.

The dream found me, or the eidolon of me, in a diaphanous and capacious space like a high school gymnasium that extended to infinity in all directions.

Day five.

Day seven and there is still a proliferation of random objects in arbitrary locations around my place of “work”.

Today is day nine.