SHINNY SHIN SHINS

so um, tell me now, is there anything greater than a time machine? probably not, right? right? wrong. probably wrong. probably wrong, just cause you have no idea how many thing people would be trying to undo and unsay and unmeddle and unlaugh and uncry and untry and un-everything. so yeah, probably wrong. well, i myself would for one truly love the ability to smooth out motion blurs in a photograph with the tip of my finger. just cause im that type of person. the kind that likes to see the unseen and find the story in each photograph. the kind that likes to see the person behind the person, just cause they're probably making a face. or probably has a face. not just a face, but a FACE, meaning a bad one. im the kind of person who'd laugh at it. im also the kind of person who'd want to see the photographer's true intent. the real picture before the guy in front sneezed. i guess that's where MOMMA digital cameras and DADDY digital cameras and BABY WOADERS and BABY digital camera come in.

well, tell me now, is there anything greater than touching the untangible? nope. nope, not in my book. not in this book some would call, 'sandras book' or 'things i find really really great' or 'some ideas' or 'hey this is cool, right?'

cause in my book, there have been countless times when i wished that i could spoon a melody. or take a beautiful line and pet the top of its head with just my fingertips. or shake the hands of a wonderful bass line. or ride an insane guitar riff (or maybe just hold its hand and run with it on the beach along the sand). or more importantly i'd like a complicated count to show itself visually (cause maybe im more visual?). maybe we'd go out to lunch and it would, in its own little way, explain what melody n was, and what it had to do with integers 1 through 8. and then he'd take my hand and we'd run across the shoreline of a melody (not to be confused with the same melody i previously spooned with). yeah, we'd do that. i'd do that. i'd do that if i could.

somehow all i see is a guy in a question-mark suit, and everything im writing is reminding me of the eBay it commercials.

anyway, all of this is coming from the fact that on july 23rd my life's going to get a little better. better cause it's something i wished to have gotten to do in arizona. better despite the fact that this venue will do them no justice. better because even if for just a few hours, ill be able to mind-meddle and mind-spoon and mind-pet and mind-hug their music. better cause hawaii had a lot of 'better' to get. better, just cause.

Hurled to the center of the Earth again/The place where it's hot, love/You know, it hurts to breathe in/And the watershed you balance on is begging it/Well did he ever know/Will he ever know?/The trees in the moonshine are a dark lattice/So you catalog in the angle you notice/In a vacuum you are charged to record this/So you won't make it easy on me/I can't go into this no more/It puts too many thorns on my mind/And the necessary balloon lies a corpse on the floor/We've pissed on far too many sprites/And they're all standing up for their rights/Born on a desert floor you've the deepest thirst/And you came to my sweet shore to indulge it/With the warm and dreaming eyes of an orphan/But there is not enough/There is not enough/Out of a gunnysack fall red rabbits/Into the crucible to be rendered an emulsion/And we can't allow a chance they'd restore themselves/So we can't make it easy on you/Undaunted, you bathed in hollow cries/The boys with swollen, sunburnt eyes/A reward for letting nothing under their skin/So help me, I don't know, I might/Just give the old dark side a try/Don't cast your whirling eyes on the shore/‘til we even the score/I still owe you for the hole in the floor/And the ghost in the hall/Who decides who paddles over the falls?/Yeah, who makes the call/Who makes the call?/I know there's an eventual/Release from every scale of crime/But the necessary balloon lies a corpse on the floor/We've pissed on far too many good intentions held by clever sprites/And they're all standing up for their rights.