I sketch when sounds are electric and inspire me. When fire and sting and sweet teases my body inside. When I’m turning from a devil into an angel, and it doesn’t matter cause they’re actually the same fucking thing and people don’t wanna see it.
Our show in the park Sunday (ours — I was added on Saturday night to work sampler) was relocated in a sudden flash storm to MoRUS at C-Squat, where a good crowd re-emerged, along with some curious Halloween weekend partiers, who poked their heads in and stayed for a number or so. Learned about riots.