Kalawao County by Sams

We are the Paleotectons. We are the Spinners of the Spiral Galaxies. We are the faces you see when you sit up from a nap, one of those naps that seems to divide the afternoon in half even though it only lasts fifteen minutes, when you sit up from one of those naps and really start to take in the solidity of the real world, in those five minutes before you pick up your phone and sink back down into it. Into all of it. We are those faces. We are the creatures’ cries you hear when you brush your hair out of your face and tighten something of consequence in your jaw and gently run your hand along your icy knuckle-ridge. We are the creatures’ cries you hear when you do all of that. We are those creatures’ cries. We are the Paleotectons. We Spin You Round.

YOUR NAME ENGRAVED ON A GRAIN OF RICE

Anyway, here’s a few new songs written and recorded summer 2024, if Petrarch is to be taken at his word. For my part I’m skeptical.

I SHOULD BE GLAD OF ANOTHER DEATH

Malacandra will be in retrograde this winter for my eighteenth birthday. That’s pretty cool. Not sure what the implications are there.

SOMETIMES WE RIDE ON YOUR HORSES
SOMETIMES WE WALK ALONE
SOMETIMES THE SONGS THAT WE HEAR ARE JUST SONGS OF OUR OWN

Semicolon apologist. I like writing and recording songs.