updateish.
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, strigging
Dull roots with spring rain.
If you missed the memo, I'm back. Feeling really sick and really not good.
In other news, "Grindhouse" ruled, and the conductor on my train to BVille today sounded like Tom Waits and sang "After the Gold Rush" while taking tickets. That helped.
Back to napping to Neil. Goodnight.
I won't be back til later if I'm comin back at all.
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, strigging
Dull roots with spring rain.
If you missed the memo, I'm back. Feeling really sick and really not good.
In other news, "Grindhouse" ruled, and the conductor on my train to BVille today sounded like Tom Waits and sang "After the Gold Rush" while taking tickets. That helped.
Back to napping to Neil. Goodnight.
I won't be back til later if I'm comin back at all.