When the air gets cold around here I start to remember the days when I could stay up all night. Now it just seems dark enough to sleep. But I'm up before the sun most days.
ripped from the back of a magazine
left in the bottom of your own heart break
living in the wake just for fun
tearing up the lessons and wrecking the living room
following the tricks and fantasy
believing in the right now and the amusement of it all
its fucking contageous
one hour sinking underneath...
really just talkin' shit here
used to put all this in a note book. but it seems much better to post these things while listening to podcasts . lots of songs come out on these pages. and lots of drunken blathering too..venting and the like..nonsensical robot language rhymes and stories...so here ...
