Sunlight bid adieu to a fabric[ating] design day. I was ready to create a quail awareness unlike any other.


I rode my bike down Grand Ave to Mafe's with perplexed exclamations that trailed off into muffled "the FUCK?!" sounds ejected by the wind. At least something good came out of that rain.

Speaking of which, I recorded the "indoor r-a-i-n will rain and go away" [rough demo] in Kent's studio room about a week ago. And yes, if you were wondering, I did use my Quail telekinetic transmitting super powers on Mother Nature through my song. (Will provide mp3s soon.)



I feel like brains are c l o c k s and lately, mine has been on a quite different t i c k .


And so, life's pages turned momentously, and a chapter peaks into the picture. Such festivities will include: My Florida Tour (orlando, tampa, gainesville, st. augustine, tallahassee), the FEST, visiting my old town friends in Gainesville, Food Not Bombs Orlando peeps (hugs to Trevor for being selflessly hospitable), Shows [at the Vagabond on Oct. 12 w/ Airship Rocketship, Jason Aaron + tree/soundz (me), Ps14 loose cannon's race next month, tuesday @ Fox's.


I've been tip toe-ing around principal concerns for my well-being and i realized that today when I dropped my tin can of concealed ganja-heaven, a block away from where my bed awaited. I did not want to turn around. I was traveling forwardly beyond to my warm bed. Mhmmm.

(In retrospect, I suppose some neighbor Dad-fellow is going to be given my Hello Kitty tin can from his curiousity-driven toddler and he'll smoke a Doobie for the first time in years. Genious!)


Moral of the babbles, I wish I won 200 dollars to buy a new wheel set. After tour, I suppose.




Forever disheartened & lamentingly informative,





Teresa the Quailette.