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Tonight was a beautiful spring night.
Maybe it was perfect.
Sitting outside, smoking a cigarette with my bedroom door open, I catch a whiff of the sweet scent of satsuma.
The clouds roll by.
A beautiful plastic bag in the wind sits down next to my chair, stranded.
I help him find his way back to the breeze. -
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Today, I feel lonely ( Read more... ) -
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Stop picking at these scabs. -
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What I really wanted to say is that if you want to be someone that I used to know, you could have told me.
Maybe we don't have anything in common. -
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When I'm stoned, I feel like I have the most acute hearing. I can hear cars that are blocks away, parties going on in other buildings, or people walking when they are far from eye-shot. But I realized that my hearing isn't sensitive, it's the thing that is the difference between the city life and country life. When I'm at home in Baltimore, after ( Read more... ) -
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I kinda love these things, but people have a tendency to flip songs until they find something they like that fits. This time, I'm going to do this in 1 take. WORD ( Read more... ) -
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The wind is violent tonight and it unsettles me.
Branches scrape rooftops and the last leaves of fall skid across the quiet road,
And I know, deep in my bones, that winter is coming. -
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Up late tonight ( Read more... ) -
Because I am far too sporadic in my postings...
Looking up at the cloud-filled sky, the world moves too fast.
Transport trucks in the adjacent lane. The feeling of moving backwards.
But Orion's Belt stays the same no matter where I travel.