it's a noise show

Discomfort. Standing, waiting, not sure if you're cool with it; who is this guy? Vices, voice layers, couches. Parallel. Fifty something (year old) guitarist friend gets a black eye and boxer punch to the eyebrow during his set. Meanwhile a series of Santa-clad, Santa-songists with electronics ensues. A strange, frustrating house if cards set of my own, yet despite this, the held-breath makes sense and peace with silence. One has to not mind. Teases? Discomfort, perhaps. But manner of exploration seems to indicate still-unknown waters for everyone; no one quite in their skins because the camouflages and geckos keep changing and shedding and adapting to the pixels. Now and then the weirdness is astounding! We're all a bit older than we used to be, but the languages still appear to fire off new sprigs and shoots. Birds of countless feathers: chirping, howling, preening, and making bowers.

(eyes used for tooth support)