wanted to visit
it's raining in my corner of texas. am sitting in rio rita in east austin swallowing tea, trying to make my future. i sleep in a white bullet round shell of a metal house on wheels that sits in the mud. the rain hitting its roof sounds like popcorn. she loves me completely without shame or judgement. in the space of my wide palms her small fingers are a surprisingly good fit. the house down the street has piles of wood outside of it. even if none of them are good for me, i would like to use austin to get back into making art. not drawing in sketchbooks, but making art. it is the weekend. for so many years this has not meant much of anything for me and my shoes but with a teammate that works 9-5 five days a week, it does. i think of gabrielle and hope the hearts around this country thinking of her make their way to her. i love hip hop. i love the beat. i love this ever growing smoky squeezed and scuffed electronic beatmaking that's been coming out, mostly out of socal.