Blue mountains to the north of the walls,
White rivers winding about them;
Here we must make separation
And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass.
Mind like a floating wide cloud.
Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances
Who smile under their waving hands at a distance.

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"Well, that's about it. Next time I see something burning down, I'll give you a call."
"You do that."
They both pleasently hung up.

Así que,
Quédate, Quédate luna
Quédate, Quédate luna.

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Stand on a mountain, Look back.

The last year has seen my relationships with everyone shift, somehow everyone was placed in a giant game of boggle and someone very large pressed the button and everything changed ( Read more... )

I had to lock the blinds up tight last night at work, I just couldn't handle the thought of the night clerk at the Hampton Inn watching me with those filthy, dirty, pornographic eyes. I pawned my guitar yesterday, used the money for cereal. Everyone is laying their jeans out to dry today, it's about time. It's an ugly world, but I work nights, so I ( Read more... )

God, I'm starting to look real bad.
I should probably stop whoring myself for crack money.