i found a liquid cure for my landlocked blues.
the world's got me dizzy again. you think after twenty-two years i'd be used to the spin and it only feels worse when i stay in one place, so i'm always pacing around or walking away. i keep drinking the ink from my pen and i'm balancing history books up on my head, but it all boils down to one quotable phrase, "if you love something, give it away."