Somewhere in the pallet village of the Cheese Love camp some crusty dusty dumped a bag of hot popcorn on her head, causing a sizzling kernel to bury itself deep in the canal and hide away like a gopher tortoise. Lucy had been mostly deaf since Hulaween.

Close to the edge, he was making plans to completely check out and go on Billy tour with the Birdman. Every once in a while Cleophus would remember glancing images and mental feeder bands of those nights and a curious look would come across his face, as if he was really trying to understand Stephen Hawking’s, A Brief History of the Universe. Where did the blood come from? Who knows? Those shows had left an indelible mark that would not soon be understood. Or you bleed right in the bed and wreck those new sheets. Lucy appeared to have had a stroke and still took extra wide turns anytime she drove. Anyone who had been at the Billy Strings four night stint in Atlanta a few weeks earlier still had the bruises to show for it. It had been a strange season to be sure but Cleophus and Lucy were content traveling around Florida while it snowed sideways everywhere else. Welcome to No Resolutions Festival: ¡Eres Perfecto! Drink more water.” That math checks out and you’ve found your way back to the Florida Home Invasion Tour. Remember the wise words of Compost as he said, “Go to more shows. It’s New Years and time to make some important changes. Increased responsibility and adult behavior is the formula for 2022. Lose some weight? Lay off the sauce? Stop going to so many damn shows? Maybe it’s time to straighten up and get a real job, like tree climbing or dog walking.

Laurie and Morphius: No Resolutions Festival 2021

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