the sexiest thing about a man is when he's unafraid to want what he wants. the best thing about a man is when he wants something good.

"I don't hold back. If I ever knew how, I forgot."

i'm on a mean streak, y'all! and i can't wait to be done with it already. a couple years ago i figured out that i realize big things through talking to other people. in the middle of a sentence i'll discover that i'm saying exactly what i mean, like i had nothing to do with it. the other day i said that the two things you should get from me right ( Read more... )

dhani called me last night from the road, driving through one of the carolinas. he told me he wants to get married bad. said he's got a craving for it. said he spent the last few hours of the drive imagining what all our weddings will be like. in my mind i saw someone's hand grabbing his hand on a dance floor, i saw him in his dress shoes. he said ( Read more... )

everything feels good, my friends are calling from all over the place, my skin gets hot in the sun. i have no money but who cares. my brother is getting married in a few days and i'm ready to celebrate. i keep thinking "this is really gonna change things" but every time i've ever thought that, it never ends up feeling that way, it just feels like ( Read more... )

i went to the farm to work with birdie and drew yesterday. it's hard work and i'm sore all over. she told me once all she does is think about us when she's working, and she wasn't kidding, i know it sounds crazy, but our friends are in the earth. you put your hands in the ground and suddenly there they are, shining and laughing at you and making ( Read more... )

i'm in the car with my brother and my friend and i call nelson, it's his first father's day, and he's on the front porch at my house, i can hear my friends in the background, and he's telling me about a radio station he's really into, and he wanted to stay long enough to see me but i'm not coming home yet. i get off the phone and i tell my brother ( Read more... )

you hear old love songs you used to feeeeeel, like when he sings "i've been loving you too long to stop now" and you switch the station and make your mind think about a little knot getting untied, or a little blood mixing with so much water that it looks clear again, and you just keep on driving, man.

rich like when you call out in a canyon

even when you blackout out of anger or joy or fear or too many drinks, you gotta trust that you're solid as the ground. and despite what you've been told, the ground is where it's at. i wrote a soul song, y'all, and i can't wait to sing it to you.