yesterday i passed out listening to lambchop. by the way r. don't worry i wasn't on the roof. i was standing in the open door. i remember years ago i found a picture in the thrift shop and later found the lambchop album with the same picture with NIXON printed over it. a pastoral mill pond scene. i wonder what i did with that picture. it reminds me how things migrate by will or circumstance. i'm blessed by the moon and others i don't have to migrate by force. i'm in the heartland of force but here it's just an atmosphere (until it hits you). lambchop has a lot of albums and it's a world. i think we survive spiritually because we are worlds within worlds and we draw on secret wells the government cannot fathom or survey.