ghostism

when all the rhythm has fallen to silence, when the secret birds have hidden beneath their wings and the dewey evening has begun to fall - i am happy.

i am buried under a wall of snow. the scree blowing outside sounds like ancient pipes crackling. i have warmth. they told me i have warmth. but i still can't feel it. is there really a fever in a place like this? in this cabin..

perfect sound forever...i would be happy.

many years have past and many miles have grown between us, but that day still brings a smile to my face. i spoke with jeremy last night over a crackling phone line from my little nest in reykjavik. he reminded me of the holiday at my gran's farm in arcata, and the wild day we discovered the unknowable nature of the silent pine sometime in...
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...i think it was during the last few days of the falling leaves. jeremy sprout and myself were perched on the greenest of hills high above the city, so sweet it was that it seemed like a giant velvet heart beating on the edge of the city bustle. as the evening was on the edge of our minds - and the sun like a tired...
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i have been recording new reasons to sleep on my trusty nagra reel to reel. i have used the well lit hallway and the wirey staircase. this musicmaking has become my dream maker. and this guitaring is teaching me to sleep and see things far more beautiful than this little mind alone in this retarded world could. i still dream of snow and silently moving...
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been recording new reasons to sleep on my trusty nagra reel to reel. this has become my dream maker. this guitar knows how to teach me to sleep and see things far more beautiful than this little mind in this retarded world could. i still dream of snow and silently moving icebergs. this time i saw a tiger in the sand pawing at a fish...
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i saw a trembling double decker buried deep in the snow last night in my sleep. i was skating at light speed in tight straight lines, hitting a perfect corner i came upon it. the passengers were frozen deep within its bright red shell. i saw someone crying. i felt unresonably happy. then the sound of shattering glaciers filled my ears until there was no...
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well good morning sunshine! yay for old mother wales for turning the sun on for my last day...well i'm off to get some sand and grass between my toes.

hit the sea today and had a close call with becoming a genuine iceberg. shit damn this wild ocean is full of electricity and tumult. made my way through the crabs and jellies with a head full of nothing and climbed the wild hill to my favourite sitting spot to catch the falling sun and a fucking cold. haha very funny wales. oh well on...
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fuck sitting on this hilltop high above the gauer - the icy breeze cutting the sky into dark halves, filling my head with the sound of a thousand brilliant birds and keiji haino...and i stumbled down to my caravan to watch some fucked up welsh soap about a freak rock band playing at a barndance - no wonder i left my television at my folks...
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