are Back

it was on a pin at the antique warehouse. i helped a good christian lady buy a white shelf. or rather i escorted her and jesus did the rest.

but the blonde, long-haired, bearded effeminite voiced man with the tiny muscles did do all the carrying.

robinson crusoe of the pasture.  the adventures of the mind outnumber the slumbers of the ( Read more... )

long distance, no need to shout ( Read more... )

so anyways . . .  blonde redhead's new album is good.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KO73-WlOHhM

i am in 
a frozen spin
a closing trance
below the lake 
a swan song 
for the elephants
mistakes to sow
suspending lovers 
in transit we sit
everlong and slow
beneath the years
breathe in the fear
the taste of snow

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all i want to do is sleep all the time. limbs limp in the face of concern, waves or ripples they may be. i'm getting on, yes, but struggling with secrets. dreams were heavy with cathedrals as i recall. architecture and a general fog of disappointment. white suits and candelabras. a lack of vision is tiring more so than before i could see ( Read more... )

It's 5 o' clock on a Friday morning ( Read more... )

what's so wrong with starving
if you're reaching for the stars
'cause you're so tired
of watching the pavement crack

around your cold feet
that don't move
unless the beat deposits
on it like a stillborn pay check
to support your child-like habit
of starving to death

can't break the back
of the spineless

guess who's going to see sparklehorse on feb. 28th.