Early morning phone update
Went down to Brooklyn last week and looked at a two bedroom in Williamsburg off the Lorimer L. Perfect. Everything is perfect and so close. Everything is an inch within my grip. It’s all a matter of whether or not I can find a loan. It’s such a shame how much of my life has changed/is changing/will change due to the amount of money I never seem to have. I hate that I might not be able...
You’ll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day, one day and...– Garden State
I’ve got 11,620 songs and growing on my ipod. I’m not joking when I say I love music.
You may find solace in short notice But bad notes aren’t what you expected. Leaves of absence are leaves on the trees Springtime comes so unexpectedly So hold close to the ones you love Like winter’s fingers in warm gloves.
Glad I made the cut! →
Alone Alone I am my own You cannot touch me I’m too far. You’re away and I’m not safe Oh I’d love your touch A softer breath against my neck A stronger grip along my hip. # # # # # # # # It’s hard to quit in paragraphs deep Miles that space our thoughts in between I want to be a part. Even when we are apart.
Get out of my head, medicine man With your hollowed out words played through old rubber bands The radio lacks all the eloquent prose and the cackling feedback of casiotones failures no option for popular retreat Meaningless lyrics on templated beats But money’s the object in this day and age They all love a breadwinner thrown on a stage So get out of my head, Mr. Medicine man ...