Can You See Me?

Let me introduce the adoring hordes to TJ and Brad of Tribal Butterfly. I think she said they got engaged about three hours after meeting each other. This is how things happen at the root chakra of amerikkka.

I am in new orleans. two blocks from the continent's lower digestive tract. and it is disintegrating before our very eyes. some call it evolution. some call it progress. some call it hell. some don't call at all.

New Orleans is where to good come to get dirty. they take lent seriously here and get ready as one would for a long walk in the desert. as much as you can. ask an israeli fighter pilot how to prepare for tomorrow

today may be a good day,
tomorrow might be an eternity

tj told me that her brother committed suicide when he was 18. she wrote a song about finding him (see title)

They say what happens in vegas stays in vegas. This town is not vegas. vegas is silicate sand at high temperatures. nola is mud and slime. vegas records everything. nola preserves everything. there is no telling what happens in this town. not that they can't, its just that it doesnt matter. tom and jim's raft is still out there, even post katrina. the river still brings the outcasts and the castoffs. but they are not the interesting ones tonight. i am watching the competent souls that need freedom from the angels for just one night. to fly that free, they shape shift in the one place god promised not to look. they pretend to be french and become stars in their own neon dreams. and you take the devil's sacrament of maize and coca, and star in your own bourbon street of dreams

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