all the way home i held your camera like a bible,just wishing so bad that it held some kind of truth
just when i get so lonesome i can't speak. i see some flowers on a hill side. like a wall of new tvs. yeah, they go wild, they go wild.
ben zhang the offical new forensics hero. god bless america.
i'm excited for the overnighter this weekend and the triple x, i'm excited for 1045 on thursday morning. i wish i was smart. i wish i could have an impeckable sense of humor. i wish i had a remote control that could pause the world so you would have time to think of the perfect things to say and be the exact thing you want to be. and i hate how hard you can imagine that and never have it happen. i hate mirrors and people who steal the spotlight when there shouldn't be.
when everything is lonely i can be my own best friend. i'll get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations. i see the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection. the mask i polish in the evening, by the morning looks like shit.