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The Island Song - U.S. Girls from Ross Turnbull on Vimeo.

Hurdy Generations

Surly

Mourning Evening

Steinbeck is alive and well

Driving through what you're reading - none more authentic.

Respectfully Henry Miller

Big Sur, CA.

"Check your neuroses and psychoses at the gate"

euROPE climb

Took off-roads got hawks, toadstools and bird towers. Hill slants and sideways climbs. Closer view. Foothills. fields that shape and breathe.

Versus.

The straight line. The toll troll. Formal fuel trades, tired. The motorway is a blind swipe on the beg-eye.

Take me longer.

And never easy.

Where no needles can damage or nurse

I keep listening on this French motorway. Crying without tears. They got stole away by the close trees and the wide corn, they wipe my eyes as I keep moving. I feel old and I feel young. Seeking slanted comfort in a song about escape, about death.

"Through ages man's desires

To free his mind, to release his very soul

Has proved to all that live

That death itself is freedom for evermore."

Now on then

The floor keeps moving.

The present is a fast past out the window.

Snap it. Shoot it.

Hold close and let go.

High (d)arts USA

Tour Floor

Time machine please

Cute

First Tuesday - Made In Huddersfield (Punk... by Saklas

A Young Glasgow