my index finger ( Read more... )

Once on a ploar ( Read more... )

the check engine light came on ( Read more... )

the want ( Read more... )

the key
opens the lock
the lock is hidden
you'll need a map
to find the lock
the map is in a box
locked away,
hidden

Creative types them smugglers be
For in their boots we cannot see
Across the miles in darkness travel
Avoiding police, the jury, and judges gavel
Bringing home some sweet vermouth
All to sooth the baby’s tooth

The exact nature of our wrongs
if we are honest
are the keys
to freedom

i am on a boat ( Read more... )

i like mornings like this. bright sun. melting frost. butt heaters. and tom petty on the radio. i wish i had an excuse to take a road trip right now.