Well, I rode out to the ocean and the water looked like tarnished gold. I rode out on a broken horse who told me she'd never felt so old. She asked me if I'd feed her and ride her now and then - no no no, no no no, no no no - I break horses, I don't tend to them. I break horses. They seem to come to me asking to be broken; they seem to run to me. I
(
Read more... )