like he owns the place.
there is an air here
like something odd is about to happen.
that feeling is perpetual and artistic in its stay.
I went down to that town in the desert
where all the aliens go and I met some folks in a teepee.
about an hour from Mexico,
this is where all the weird artists go.
I want to stay alive here for a year or a year.
my fucking hotel was haunted,
and it was used for movies in the 70s.
you might come and you might laugh like me, but you won't have fun,
unless you're a weirdo or a skunk or a carport or a man from washington
who said he is chasing his son or the sun, I don't really know.