Holy hell, haunts,
I been a new kind of existentially exhausted. After mess-ups with my healthcare and losing out on script refills – I mustered whatever grit and gravitas I had for last week’s intense teaching assignment. So I rested, ended up on the goofjuice (Keats’ famous water wine) Sunday night – dancin’ and weepin’ through music shares. I’ll just say that I slept the majority of memorial day…
However, I would love to get back on this broadcasting train and share some major updates and summer goals. Welcome to the heat! In the immortal words of Top Dollar’s gang in 1994’s The Crow…”FIRE IT UP, FIRE IT UP!”
Either a stream tomorrow afternoon/evening or Thursday.
Time may be a flat circle but I am appreciative of walking the known curves…
Big love, big heat, haunt on,
Keats
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