i was at once filled with this feeling that things had become what i’d always wanted them to be - as small or large as they were to the outside dimensions that made me the smallest they ever could. contentment, dreams, instance were all contained outside as well. she just sort of would lie awake in the deadening silence outside and that made even more sense to me. when i stepped outside after she had left me standing at the doorstep she arrived at, i lost my mind. again and again and again.
there is this time. and instead of becoming anything else other than time or beauty you think back to the time by just letting that time remain so perfect in your mind and how good the memory or the fantasy feels. where you don’t have to be just dwelling on time, but where you are the dwelling. where time doesn’t just stop but where it actually exists. in thousands of charged moments that come back at you. its those reminders. its where the side of time lives with us. where circles never become circles. where i will always love you and always will.
another sad summer for this sad old dunngleberry. so sad that one did not even need to leave his boring foothills of foot fetishville for there is only one pair of feet he will ever love more than any..
his brave new song is available here for those many of you patiently waiting:
never mix anything with whiskey except schweppes ginger ale if you absolutely have to, and only in the summer months.
halifax is a town where you climb a lot of hills mostly drunkenly to get locals to buy you eight dollar beers and scrounge for serenity among those looking for bad music - it was nice to hear this lovely woman’s voice quietly grace the hall of massive ceilings and play to audience of misguided youths but one can only ask this drab bastard what he can possibly do next when he is so completely fucked that the sun only shines blackness upon him anymore.
i wish there was something i could do… I want to buy a small house in the wine fields I visited in the summer months and lie with the love of my life in the fields or on the beautiful shores of north beach and listen to her play cello as the sun sets and get drunk on near perfect wine into the darkness and near perfect solitude and quietude of the evening… watch each others eyes slowly close while gazing deeply into them… make the finest portabello mushroom breakfast sandwich in the world for her.. cook salmon on the beach for dinner… be lost in the nearby woods together..
you can’t imagine there will be a time as real or true to your soul or innermost feelings when such depth and true love is felt for someone.. everyday is a sad one, every moment feels as if it is lacking a higher truth or meaning, waking is becoming near impossible, extreme pains eating odd parts of my body away, all that can be done is nothing, and you know how absolutely impossible that can be.
it is often amazing how one year transforms and can feel so long and distant in some ways to the present moment, and how much nostalgia can be induced in an instant… there were some very bleak moments for me as always, but this last year, spent mostly completely alone and without the use or distractions of what reality usually offers, has given me something i don’t think i will ever find so profoundly and clearly again. it is something that will live with me for years and quite possibly my entire life. my ability to deal with myself is very difficult right now and hope it stays that way to pay true testament to what is written here and will stay as real and hard as it feels until it takes me in whatever pathetic and devastating capacity it thinks it can offer me. i would laugh at in the face though because there won’t be anything else in this entire planet for me this year. or any year. please punch me in the face if there is..
although dan aykroyd could not attend my last concert of the year/ever, it was possible one of the greatest of my time on this measly planet. gorgeous, resounding ceilings collided with will’s amazing sound engineer skills and kingston really is an amazing city for canada. highly recommended for those privy to burritos at jam packed coffee shops with girls with coffee all over their faces and sleepless aberlour infused evenings over quiet ramen conversations about the demise of all things. maybe i’ll see you next year if that last part doesn’t come true.
for the final performance of the year (and possibly ever) i thought it would be nice to perform in one of canada’s oldest towns and was also once the capital of canada but was moved because it was way too close to the border of the united shits who kept wanted to come up and steal our cheeses and other various goods you can’t get anywhere else. this city i speak of is known as kingston still and is still located in ontario. the concert will take place at chalmer’s church and include sarah lipstate who plays her sexy ass off in the guitar based noveller project.
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after endless nights of drinking and having terrifying nightmares i am finally able to rest in a small near-haunted house away from the madness and fantastical asian cuisine only to report that the new kyle bobby dunn specialized vinyl release will not be here to bother you until at least november. pre-orders are now available with digital options here