The Atom Dance is playing at the Hiedelberg in Ann Arbor on Thursday!!!!
I realize it's short notice, but if any of you would be so kind as to join us for a night of music I would be forever thankful. Chew on it, think it out...I guarantee you'll have a good time.
See you there,
Shawn
PS
Inkblots
How can you not stare? Pointed structures in the midst; mist; fog; (smog?), grow like children with the aid of seizing hands. The wind is a winding river, weaving webs in the formation of squares, stoic. This was not the intention of nature, who shivers at the mention of angles. Dementia plagues the lemmings of this place, fixed with the notion that they will someday take flight; like caterpillars in chrysalis. (Don't look up...to look up is to lose balance). Colors lack sovereignty in abstract paintings. Redlow. Brorange. Blue then black.
...You Lose Yourself In The Lives Of Others...
For those unaware, this is a eulogy, a birthmark tatooed on spines, snakes. Flowers are proof that we are stars. 'She sees no reason to spare us and why should she?' All I see are collages, frantic. I see inkblots.
The race of the comets has begun (onions into china dolls into...). Politicians, remove your cloak and head to the gallows. The rest will fall in line once the bones turn to ashes. And when the gravestone teeth finally chip away, the ghosts will become spirits.
I realize it's short notice, but if any of you would be so kind as to join us for a night of music I would be forever thankful. Chew on it, think it out...I guarantee you'll have a good time.
See you there,
Shawn
PS
Inkblots
How can you not stare? Pointed structures in the midst; mist; fog; (smog?), grow like children with the aid of seizing hands. The wind is a winding river, weaving webs in the formation of squares, stoic. This was not the intention of nature, who shivers at the mention of angles. Dementia plagues the lemmings of this place, fixed with the notion that they will someday take flight; like caterpillars in chrysalis. (Don't look up...to look up is to lose balance). Colors lack sovereignty in abstract paintings. Redlow. Brorange. Blue then black.
...You Lose Yourself In The Lives Of Others...
For those unaware, this is a eulogy, a birthmark tatooed on spines, snakes. Flowers are proof that we are stars. 'She sees no reason to spare us and why should she?' All I see are collages, frantic. I see inkblots.
The race of the comets has begun (onions into china dolls into...). Politicians, remove your cloak and head to the gallows. The rest will fall in line once the bones turn to ashes. And when the gravestone teeth finally chip away, the ghosts will become spirits.
I love the Heidelburg. They have really good food. I'd be up for joining you for dinner before the show (and, possibly, staying for the show).
xoxo
-Dimmi