my book
I'd swap this morning commute for another 14 hour drive.
Nobody's gonna call my bluff.
The windmill is gone but the wind is still there.
I was given canvas shoes after the one's I had squalled.
Atleast I'm fucking trying. What the fuck have you done?
Pennyroyal tea is about nothing.
Yes Davey your ramblin' plight is true. It was good to see you.
I've been sewing myself with dental floss since I got back in January.
Each patch is a memory.
Oh just let me run with the boys one more time.
Back there it's Lah-fee-yet. Over here it's L'fay-it.
I'll decorate my room in Michigan plaid.
Finally feels like summer, almost, with a cool breeze.
Well I can hear a hill. I can hear a hill, a man can.
It is peaceful and still, familiar. It seems like a man can just about hear anything.
I've never been one to take the path a serveyer may choose.
I'm taking John Brown to Coney Island.
It was like standing on a powder magazine after a slow match had been lighted.
The silver of his hair is redened by the blood of his crime.
The opening line to Mark Twain's ...Carnival Crime In Connecticut is I was feeling blithe, almost jocund. What!?
June 20 something. All the days run together.
Sometimes those simple things don't do the trick no more.
A young troubadour, yes, with an unwanted gift of retail salesmanship.
Well Caroline did a number on me tonight. She told me she was definitely in love with me, wants me to know the real her, is willing to travel or relocate to be with me.
The Rag and Bone price of poverty.
It's not like it used to be.
That old slip can be your wedding dress.
This has been what I've been writing in my journal for the past year as my own personal "tweets" ha. Something that comes to mind that I have to write down. I usually think "ah I might could use this one day." It's like a synapse of memory. Most of it is my own, some of it is a combonation of stolen and my own, and some of it is outright stolen.
This has been brought to you by; Mock Syringa - 2, Antony and The Johnsons - Dust and Water, Auld Lang Syne - Red Feather, The Band - Out of the Blue, Amalgamated Sons of Rest - I Will Be Good.
Nobody's gonna call my bluff.
The windmill is gone but the wind is still there.
I was given canvas shoes after the one's I had squalled.
Atleast I'm fucking trying. What the fuck have you done?
Pennyroyal tea is about nothing.
Yes Davey your ramblin' plight is true. It was good to see you.
I've been sewing myself with dental floss since I got back in January.
Each patch is a memory.
Oh just let me run with the boys one more time.
Back there it's Lah-fee-yet. Over here it's L'fay-it.
I'll decorate my room in Michigan plaid.
Finally feels like summer, almost, with a cool breeze.
Well I can hear a hill. I can hear a hill, a man can.
It is peaceful and still, familiar. It seems like a man can just about hear anything.
I've never been one to take the path a serveyer may choose.
I'm taking John Brown to Coney Island.
It was like standing on a powder magazine after a slow match had been lighted.
The silver of his hair is redened by the blood of his crime.
The opening line to Mark Twain's ...Carnival Crime In Connecticut is I was feeling blithe, almost jocund. What!?
June 20 something. All the days run together.
Sometimes those simple things don't do the trick no more.
A young troubadour, yes, with an unwanted gift of retail salesmanship.
Well Caroline did a number on me tonight. She told me she was definitely in love with me, wants me to know the real her, is willing to travel or relocate to be with me.
The Rag and Bone price of poverty.
It's not like it used to be.
That old slip can be your wedding dress.
This has been what I've been writing in my journal for the past year as my own personal "tweets" ha. Something that comes to mind that I have to write down. I usually think "ah I might could use this one day." It's like a synapse of memory. Most of it is my own, some of it is a combonation of stolen and my own, and some of it is outright stolen.
This has been brought to you by; Mock Syringa - 2, Antony and The Johnsons - Dust and Water, Auld Lang Syne - Red Feather, The Band - Out of the Blue, Amalgamated Sons of Rest - I Will Be Good.