she lives in Alaska ( Read more... )

(I'll give up mystery novels, that's what she said.)
{I'll walk with my eyes closed, he said to her.}
(I burned all my clothes and bought new)
{I showered and shaved and stop thinking of you}
(I live below sea level)
{I upon the mountain top}
(so low all I can do is look up)
{this Vertigo fails me,
I stare down or I drop}

So the giants won today putting them back in place to win the wild card ( Read more... )

loving loving you love, though loving loving you is not what love is usually up to.

I wanna climb to the top of the hill and spend the weekend eating boiled roots like potatoes and carrots and sleep in the tree trunk with an old kerosene lamp and an epic novel and not come home till I've finished reading all of it.

ahhhh, I'm in a funk, I'm in the sunks
and I'm so close to finishing my book
i feel like I'm trying to grow a cactus in a rain forest
how in the devil do you use something that's useless.
I'm so ready not to care anymore.

the shortest hitlist

her fingernails just started growing yesterday
she died in her sleep last night
so she's really just a combination of snow

this crooning affair
ranked in immeasurable tiers
binds jubilance with fear

I like girls that could/should be characters in stories I read.
I can't wait till Wednesday, mmmmm Decemberists in concert... its been too long.

I can't say I know what to do with my lips now that I've introduced them to her.