I'm nervous
This promoter contacted me and they sent me this form and it's really freaking me out

Anyway, here's a poem:

I was in the mud digging
There was gold in the bottom
I was talking to the police
I was in trouble
And I was dirty
All caked with mud
I had to try and breathe
But my lungs were muddy too
I was suffocating in my dream

Possible solo show at Dub Land Underground on 10/18. I don't know who else is playing yet or what time the show starts or how much it costs. Updates coming soon. Also, TONIGHT Wednesday, Sept. 10 • 7 p.m.
St. Joseph's House of Hospitality
(402 South Ave., Rochester)
RNC: Unconstitutional Repression Exposed
more info here

A little nugget of truth in the corporate media

I am the rotating man
I am the simple man
I am an evil man, a righteous man
I'm a tiger and a snake
I'm lightning and silk
I'm torn away from the sand
Gripping with my broken hands
This is my last stand
And I will reprimand
And not be privy to the licentiousness of these comrades
Every boy is my brother
Every girl is my sister
I get around, and I'm real cool
Ok actually I'm not that cool
But I can pretend can't I?
Is it a crime to bolster oneself when in the depths of unproductive desperation
What is crime?
Why does crime exist?
I don't know, I'm not a criminal justice major
I think crime only exists because there are laws
If there were no laws no one would break them because there would be no laws to break
Sounds simple, but I guess it's complicated or whatever
I'm just too young
Anarchy is a phase
I'll grow out of it