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that was weird.
stoned, but more than that. tonight was a good night.
tonight i took a bus down to the very very southeast to meet an old...friend? and remembered why she was a friend in the first place. but it was weird, and i made myself not talk about anything that would fuck with our personal fields of gravity.
there was a bonfire and some people i didn't know. they spoke fast, about things i actually care about and i was far too stoned to keep up, but i did a good job...for me. everything was good.
tonight i got to eat grapes off the vine.
i'm on my own...
feel like the words are comin' feel like the style is gettin' tight
see for awhile, i been beside myself with i and me and me side-by-side
say to spit it, i spit it, kill it with all of my heart now
the only way i know to keep away from the break down
i want to go back to vancouver, to grouse mountain and play in the summer snow. when calle and i were there, i locked my keys in my car. anger ensued. i remember she had the bright idea, and, god help her, she was only trying to help, but she suggested we call triple-a.
she smiles, points at me, says: 'baby i love how you sing...so just sing'