What has happened to all of the rain, no clouds hangin' over my head these days...
Where oh where are you, my storm?
I know you're out there, you're swaying and pleased...
I know you're out there, you're vultures and trees...
I know you're out there, you're mountainous peaks...
Don't let gravity win, blow on me solar wind...
I know you're out there

"i live in a hotel, i must keep writing if i'm to be better than everyone else. like figure-skating, like asphyxiating on your own seeping fumes, you're just waiting. living in a hotel, i'm not travelling between two points, in mid-air, i'm levitating above the earth, beneath the sky, with eyes like static. in my three feet from bed to wall sleeps ( Read more... )

perfectly imperfect

like a storm.