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[agent_527]

Flu

Rattlesnakes blank, writhe uncertain
in the underbelly lows, lilting infected
and they hang limp, but hold me dear
when nighttime comes, gnawing me down.

Comments

[the_chaos_opera]

Your poetry, as always, remains epic and awesome and shaming to me. SHAMING.

Incidentally, any new Farewell Cousteau projects on the table?

[agent_527]

Nope, just slowly recording our next album. Unfortunately this might be the last/last for a lost time with this specific group of people. We're probably splitting in different directions come next fall, mainly due to college.
It's sad, but I'm still excited about this cd.

[the_chaos_opera]

On the other hand, it opens you up to collaborations with new people, even a new college band. It's not without possibility.