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i was seven or eight years old at this david kid's house one day. he went to my elementary school, he was persian, and he had a little brother who was always picking his nose. little guy must have thought his finger was a stealth bomber cuz when he dove it in his nostrils you could tell he thought nobody saw ( Read more... )

chance - the reason i can get up in front of 300 people and play a song when i know i don't hold a candle to the average redhead redneck on american idol ( Read more... )

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I'm a ghostwriter
for an ocean in a shell
from a poison well

in the corridor
by a picture in a frame
of a man with no name

don't get back into a corner
talking to yourself
come on back to me,
my bright tomorrow.

but if you feel hollow
well it's probably cause you are
well at least so far.

i'm all about sharing some videos from 1967

dirty old river, must you keep rolling, flowing into the night

so i was at this fancy chinese restaurant with my parents. this little girl was sitting on her knees in her chair a few tables away. she was in a red velvet dress reaching over the table with a spoon big as her arm trying to get some steamed rice on her plate. she made three trips to the rice bowl with excitement in her eyes and courage in her ( Read more... )

I wish she felt young again ( Read more... )