next fight i'll be sure to get things right, but for now i'll keep myself down for the count
i've temporarily (hopefully) lost a good fraction of hearing in my right ear. but when i lie down i can hear my heart like a war drum. i can feel it beating at my skin like an innocent prisoner. a conversation occured about a woman i remembered. everybody called her 'baby'. yeah, like dirty dancing, but yknow, for real. baby tovar. she was a star in her own subcommunal right. her voice behind the expensive microphone of a cheap karaoke joint was something to admire.
recently i i got sick and read a lot and then i recovered and started writing songs again. same old tortured artist, bleeding heart bullshit. not that there's anythign wrong with that. seconds like this i have to turn my head and jump onto the next train as fast as i can. i'm lonely but it's precious. back in NH for the night. my folks randomly drove up from TX. i'm coming back for christmas. let's make it a good one, please. coincidences in my life generally take on great significance . . . if i let them. some i just can't deny. i've always been an expert on not saying anything, truthfully silent, when i really felt it. i'll just be me and keep walking.