"... Flowers and the wind,
Flowers anod over the graves of the dead,
Petals of red, leaves of yellow, streaks of white,
Masses of purple sagging...
I love you and your great way of forgetting."

-Carl Sandburg

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Motherfucking Punkin' Ale, red wine, all sorts of jazz, a massive feast with the Italian as shit Conti family, learning about some African herb that makes your genitals work overtime, another drunken singalong to Moon and Antarctica, and subsequent blunt smoking at the Buzzware with Lees, Dulins, and Little Bids. Holy shit ( Read more... )

homecoming, salvia, and running from cops

oh my!

So i'm feeling like shit and i get in the car to go to work this morning, and Juicy is playing on the radio and it made me smile all day.

"Damn right i like the life i live, cause i went from negative to positive and it's all good."

"God took the stars and he tossed 'em,
can't tell the birds from the blossoms.
You'll never be free of me,
he'll make a tree from me."

i'd advise you to be careful what you wish for, but you seem indefinitely resolute in what you're doing.

"God said, "Don't give me your tin-horn prayers,
don't buy roses off the street down there."
I took it all and took the dirt road home,
a-dreamin' of Jenny with the light brown hair.
Night is falling like a bloody axe,
lies and rumors and the wind at my back,
hand on the wheel and gravel on the road.
Will the pawn shop sell me back what i sold?".. ( Read more... )

stick to yer prizles, preisendanz.

i love you, alot.