Sep 15, 2008
Some of us are not crowned until we have fallen.
our bones rest, a dry and silent chest,
collecting tears like the bees and their pollen.
tomorrows are as ugly as the todays, but it feels so good to complain
i don't think we'll ever stop.
yesterdays can be so kind, the problem is remembering to remind.
remind each other of how it was, and, how it will always be.
the lover who is around for eternity.
currently listening to:
Talking Heads, Bob Dylan, Radiohead, Lou Reed, Velvet Underground, Cocorosie, Of Montreal, David Bowie, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Clap your hands say yeah, devendra banhart
Books and such
Cat's Cradle,Rum Diaries,Breakfast of Champions,Diary,Tortilla Flats,Slaughterhouse-five,Said the shotgun to the head,electric kool-aid acid test
Artists
Ralph Steadman, swiftie
movies
there will be blood, where the buffalo roam, waynes world