Your body may be gone, I'm gonna carry it in. In my head, in my heart, in my soul.

[dogtownproducts]

Dear Nico,



I love you.

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I can write the soul right out of it's box:

Pin cuts that
Are on the tips of my
Fingers that play guitar strings just as good as
Hearts strings sting just as bad as life giving
And as frusterating as gravity

I haven't quit a possible career of writing.

I'll be in L.A. this weekend. I need a place to crash. If I can crash at any of your houses, tell me. Thanks.