as i am seated by a blue substance that we have labeled as water, future lyrics are playing in my mind, (something about getting money off top) carnival sounds plays on my side. how did i end up here again ? this odd place keeps me coming back to share laughs booze and ideas about why certain ducks can’t fly. i slug another beer. my talking points become less coherent but louder and more confident. debates turn into laughter. laughter turns into musical notes from an ancient looking flute. no rhythm just noise. one more note and im reminded why i am here. i am here to announce i am in a group show at the best gallery Laisun Keane called Stitch!