Quiet noises, I think I love you. If I had any energy or semblance of waking movement, I'd sing the rest of "Wild Thing" to you ( Read more... )

    My eyelids were already heavy and twitchy after waking up at 8 am to go to the oral surgeon's. I drove along the road to find a chain link fence around the gas station by my house. Great. I forgot they closed this one down. A jittery panic raced across my chest when I checked the clock, realizing that I'd have to wait on refueling until after ( Read more... )

I hate how in the moments I have inspiration coursing through my veins, my body is tired or scheduling dictates me elsewhere with no pen and paper.

I saw a documentary on the whole Devendra Banhart and co. faction of this new folk movement on YouTube last night, called "Eternal Children" and told an albeit aquaintance-friend who loves Devendra about ( Read more... )