And so you should be…
HAHAHAHAHA
In a basement
while I wrung the neck of a Sutter Home bottle,
He used words about me
that were still stiff with their shape
about you.
So this is today.
Need a metalman just to pick up your feet
its a long time since you cared enough for me to even be discreet.
I know what this metal is for-
the white lady loves you more.
I’m looking at a handful of broken plans, and I’m tired of playing it down,
you just want her to do anything to, there ain’t nothing that you won’t allow.
You wak up in the middle of the night
from a dream you won’t remember flashing
red like a cop’s light
You say
“She’s waiting.”
And I know what that’s for-
the White Lady loves you more.
You don’t know who I am, do you? The quiet one. The sidekick. Do you know who I am?
Agyness Deyn
Don’t think this will stop you from getting lice, kids. It’ll just make sure that the dude carding you at the Walgreens will think you are using a fake id.
Socks.
Today is the first day it has been cold enough to wear my hand-knitted kneesocks under my boots. Hooray.
So, it seems that I have been producing a mad amount of music lately. It happens when you work in a record store and your boss leaves you to listen to music and play guitar and sort 45’s until you die.
perhaps I will post videos.
Write one leaf about first snow.
And write one leaf about the good life, because if we don’t write it, we can’t make it happen.
Because writing is analog proof that we were thinking something, doing something. 
(Source: writeoneleaf)
all the air is wrong
wrong
