coconut soap

come now child and resign your hope
crawling in to weary beds of pear shampoo and coconut soap
i am with you now
i see where you're going,
i see you, love. how right you are.

i've been thinking that life would turn around
and the light would shine on my tired face
reveal a new road, concealed until now
to get me out of this hard place
but it has not

come now child and let go of this
we can stay romantic to the bone by cutting our old ropes
it's all false ideals that we seem to have missed
my heart will burn until it copes
and i will wash you with my pear shampoo
i will lend my coconut soap
i am with you now
i see you, love

beautiful

It was the beauty that she wielded through her imperfections that struck me. Not like being struck in the back of the head by a stone, but more like awakening from a dream. You know, the moment after your eyes open and you come to the sudden and often disappointing realization that the life you were just living wasn’t reality… and it hurts. The thought of the entire day lying before me with minimal chance of joy or reward hurts. It’s striking in a slow and educational way. There’s no method or conventionality to her beauty. While watching her move around the room, and listening to the way she speaks, I try to put my finger on what it is that makes her beautiful, that makes it impossible to withdraw your attention from her for more than a moment, but I can’t because her beauty isn’t founded in any sort of reasoning that we have a label for. It’s a completely unique beauty that resonates through her distinctiveness in my world. She stands out. She is an answer to a question that I ask every day without actually asking. Honestly, I’m not entirely sure what the question is… but she is my answer. Well… that’s her.

while listening to Loveless

hearts follow lights out into the cold
burning from the painful sadness
we find it hard to explain
i would settle for a kind of blindness
i find it hard to explain
we hold hands, we stumble toward nowhere
get fucked up in the snow
staring through each other
as if we have somewhere to go

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i am a new hurt.
innovating, unexplaining.
together we can break this down.
oh, am i on my own?

i am a new kind of dumb,
surrendering what i could have become.
together we can find ourselves,
alone i walk in circles.

i am a new hurt,
impossibly discreet.
i live in silence from this rage.
i build my own cage.

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touch me gently
i'm going away for awhile
i don't know who i am
such a fucking loss
don't know if i will come back
never been so lost

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if you're drunk on failure,
raise your glass into the ceiling above.
what else can you do?
rebuilding takes too much you don't have.
what else can you do?

a kind boy, a smart boy.
i twist and turn into this empty space.
the pieces never fit where they should.
raise your glass,
make everything taste good.

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a wimpy fury
i'm gonna need to bury most of what i had
it has left me
my inner demons stone me
from the sidelines
laughing
i have left me
they are still here

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the lake is my day, i tuck it away
below the dark water, blind from the light.
give it all a rest, we can get so uptight.
but the sunset knows me, says it's gonna be fine.
these sunsets save my day.
this kinda light guides my way.

the lake is my day, i hide it away
below the dark water, i'm blind from the light.
give myself a rest, i can get so uptight.
but the sunset sees me, says it's gonna be fine
when i rise.
you will see again. when i rise.

+

fall apart with me.
i've no reason to behave.
the lights are all around us.
i've no reason to be brave.

no sounds can bring me home.
my childish fears have fully grown.
don't be a stranger now, not now.
my eyes are old, my eyes are new.

turn off the lamp beside your bed.
create a new world within your head.
fall apart with me.
no words have been said yet.
collapse into the dark.
no time has been set.

no sounds can bring back home.
my childish fears have fully grown.
they march around my bed each night.
my heartbeats beat a different song.
don't be a stranger now, not now.
my eyes are old, my eyes are new.

quick now

sir robin
















my brother
















blair at the albs

.smiling.

she smiles like a sun on the water
keep me here tonight
keep me alive

she laughs like an avalanche of hope
keep me still below
keep me trying

(0)

a beginning is no easy thing
forfeit your previous words to the wind
and choose a day to fly

martin hill was crying in the rain
but i climbed him and he sang again
we slid down together
i fell down alone

a beginning beats inside me
surrender what you think you are
and choose a man to be
from this day forth


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there's a yellow sunflower
within my naked heart
a massive piece of love
that never knows where to stop

and you can give me water
and face me to the light
my muscles don't have strength for this
type of full on life

i'm not pretending to be anything
i'm not holding back
if there's a yellow sunflower in me
then it's the courage that i lack

yeah i can't see my shadow walking into the sun
but i know that it's hanging on me
and i feel that i've come
to a place of older age stepping away from the cages
of a linear path to the lives that you're all making
i'm not making anything
i've never faked anything
if i'm sad i'm gonna tell you in the songs that i sing
and if the words don't come then i won't bother you
finding small things to be happy about
that's all i ever do

julia said i had a massive sunflower in me
but up till now i haven't seen a single thing as pretty
as a day in bed with my weary head
when i can pretend that the world's just playing with me


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a shame that just comes over me
this town just walks all over me
i'd like to feel the cold breeze
below my sweaters and my t-shirts
it's so bad it hurts
i'm so sad it hurts

and mondays don't feel like loving me
i get a big bear hug and a cup of tea
i'm just so ashamed that i don't want to see me
just need to be free of this feeling
want to be free of this

i look at the ceiling
i've gotta break this feeling


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banana loaf, my dear
you know i will be right here
and i know when to fear
no i will not interfere

banana loaf, my dear
don't say you don't want it
i made all this just for you
don't say you don't like it

oooooo

banana loaf, my dear
you know that i'm right here
i am just a step away
any day, any day, any day

oooooo

oooooo, my banana loaf


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what happened to that sweet young girl
who laughed at all my jokes?
you used to talk to me, think the world of me,
and now you simply don't.


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a strange kind of sickness that doesn't go away
my days are cold, and every one the same
i fight, though i'm not a fighter
no i'm not a fighter

i watch all the colours that once graced my walks
and fed into my lines
as they quietly fade to grey
don't you ever say my name

a strange kind of sickness that doesn't go away
and it's harsh to the touch, it's hard to take
this sickness eats at me whenever i wake
every time i awake

don't you dare say my name
i'm not the one that came to you
and brought that sickness
you brought the sickness

?

I like the sound of rain outside, although winter rain can be aggressively cold. Went for a walk earlier, bought a tub of ice cream...ate a lot of it. My room is warmer tonight than some recent nights. Maybe I need a larger/thicker blanket...something to consider, given how it's going to be cold for quite some time now. I want to watch christmas movies.

drums.

forget me,
the way you know me.
i was hoping for a better impression,
a lasting hope.

i'm a couple years ahead
of where i really want to be.
you're a couple years back,
but somehow you're in front of me.
i've been a fool, i've been a child.
i wait and wait and wait
for your attention.
i guess i'm out of style.

the day you gave up on me, i gave up too.
my heart became a whore,
my lips will stay blue.
i've dug my grave just thinking about you.

so now i wait for the drums,
i've gotta remember how to run,
before i just stop everything forever.

christopher

in this building we play home
in this bathroom, chistopher cuts off my hair
it took a long time for me to realize
that we were just unprepared
we were younger and we were happier

we've been younger and we've been happier

my head puts things in front of me
that could never ever be there
my eyes go glazed, i'm dumb and amazed
christopher cuts these things from before me

knocks them right out of the air

***

'this is our field'

we'll meet here, in this field
if you come here you will find me
i'll be waiting for you
don't ask me why

well i can spot your black hair from across the square
so stand still, don't move, i'll come and find you there
and you can save your smiles in our black cloth bags
we'll find old shirts and rip out all of the tags
it's cold when i move but i can't stand still
i think i left my courage at the crest of this hill
so come climb it with me and tell the birds to follow
because without you by my side for this my body just feels hollow

this will be our field, and these will be our flowers
i'll be waiting here for you
if you can find this spot, then you'll find me here
when everything turns dark


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'cold'

i'm through my door, and the sun's just up
i left my warmth in a plastic cup
when i was six and now i feel old
i wait for the light to come between the trees
because my body is cold
but that won't change, i'll feel cold all day

if we spoke now, i would say be patient
but talking now doesn't make any sense
when i was twelve i had a crush on a girl
i didn't know that if she meant the world to me
then she could take the whole world
and she took the whole world
and i will never feel the same again

they walk a little bit ahead of me
on this hill, the cutest pair i've ever seen
but they're in my head because my eyes are closed
it's so early in the morning i think my mind just froze
for a moment, but i'll wake and get through this day
just like the one before it
it's so damn cold
and i won't ever be the same again

moving slowly

i move slow, because i don't know if i want to get where i'm going.
my body's overflowing with this bad feeling.

maps are overrated.
i've never navigated all too well. i'm not going to start now.

and if this ship is going down, i'm standing at the front staring out.

i walk slow these days,
i'm moving really slow these days.

a response to a facebook message.

you are not what you pretend.

you're more than blue
& salty
ocean eyes

I hope you know that

inside
you're drowning
a massive yellow sunflower.

-julz

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gotta speak right now- gotta throw some rhymes cos' breathing can be tough sometimes- and this place can make a soldier go blind- trying all the time to reclaim what's mine- stuck here for good- always act like i should- won't catch me rolling through the hood- i'd rather go by foot- and i got alot of friends but i'm tied up with shame because my oldest friends don't remember my name- and i've lost alot of small games- need peace like doves- who said it was a bad thing to be weak for love? things are looking rough- i'm a grain of sand- i think i need kanye to rap again- never mind the soft stuff- bring back the words- these days my wings are broken like a bird's and it's cold- i need a scarf and mitts- perhaps a new pair of kicks before i get snowed in- and start the hibernation- surf the radio stations trying to find a little good news from my nation- but there's none- and since the guns have come then we're past the fun and you know you better run- hear these songs- check the chimes- yeah i know that breathing can be difficult sometimes.

a facebook message

tonight is thick with the things i once owned
but i fall out of love with myself
and i stand up alone
keep the part of me that i gave you
it's a gift for you to keep
and i've promised you the colour blue
but the price looks a little steep, tonight
this song only exists in email form
and somehow that feels right
this depression works from the inside out
until it bursts from my eyes in full flight
and then everything tastes salty

...

all my friends are gonna go deaf
by the time they reach the age of thirty-five.
but if i had a choice, and i know i don't have a choice,
but if i had a choice,
i would rather go blind.

all my friends move away.
and i'm no good at goodbyes. i never know what to say.
so, goodbye.
but if i had a choice, and i know i don't have a choice,
but if i had a choice,
everyone would stay right here.

wetness

it's real cuz it feels like rain
bring the sounds all round me, bring the pain

stay young forever

when you find a happy note
keep it safe inside your coat
don't ever let it go, it will disappear
stay young forever

no matter where you end up
keep your head up, and raise your arms up
in the street when you hear our song
stay young forever

you can have every part of me
i'll give you any part of me
just go walking out to the sea
and stay young forever with me

i hide

whispers beyond this pillar
before me
voices that feel just like i feel
they question, they laugh
i question
i laugh
i poke my head around the obstacle
i do not know them, these whispering voices
i will not know them
i hide again

sonia+tor

well i always say that everything will be okay.
you shouldn't be down,
let me handle that frown, my darling.

just come out with me now, there's love all around.
i promise.
i'll find love in this town.

oh i know it was awhile ago,
but it's just beneath the snow.
i can find it and i'll make you laugh.
i will find it and i'll make you laugh again.

tommy looks to the future

my rhymes are few but they're all i can do these days
find these shadows homes, find new ways out of this maze

i am for you and all you will do
with or without me
i am for sunshine, i am for rain
i am for those who have gone, and those who have come in their stead
i am for the lonely, and for the ones in love

forgive me if i'm out of touch
i've battled my heart for 56 rounds and i can no longer hear a sound
except for the beating
my body's retreating
from these fleeting thoughts
of the peaceful future
of quiet docks

perhaps this is love with you
perhaps this is just a sneak preview
you want songs, well i'll give them to you
you want smiles, i've got a few left in me

a break from the everyday, a couple things i gotta say
i dropped a needle in the hay, and found it on the next day
i'd like to tell you i'm all better
but i can't say that right now
i'd like to fly off like a feather
but i can't do that just now
but i promise you that i'm the boy you knew
just growing up somehow
i promise you i'm the boy you knew
and i'll prove it to you somehow

i want to one day deserve you again
like a paper deserves a good pen
i hope someday i deserve you again
so i can make now more like then

stack your love like kindling to dry
and place it on my dying flame
we'll burn forever

gather your stones to skip in to the sea
and lay them on my beach
we'll toss them together

let's make up forever

for not going anywhere

there's a road inside my head that doesn't lead anywhere.
there used to be something at the end, but it's disappeared.
if this is real life, i should go back to bed,
where i can't hurt myself, and i won't feel regret
for not going anywhere.

i'm in love with a dancer, and it eats at me like a cancer,
that i can't get a straight answer out of my own head.
there's lots of good inside of me, with no means for release,
and i think i've lost the keys to my own heart.

today i should have stayed in bed,
because being out here hurts my head,
and when i feel i'm moving somewhere
i get shoved back to the start.

there's a love inside my head that doesn't know any bounds.
and a gun for motivation, for which i'm all out of rounds.
if this is real life, i should lay back down.
where i can dream of a smile.
i push myself around but don't go anywhere.

in the interest of poetry

we were never meant for this
things go wrong that cannot be fixed
and if i concentrate it may all go away
but i'm way out in space
i'm a daydreamer

you want to make me ok again
well i'm just fine
i'll even let you hold my hand
because i'm that kind of guy
but this sensitive side is not a hobbie
it's not planned
i breathe in the interest of poetry
it's just who i am
i'm a daydreamer

a tree

granda and me

sweet potatoes

If I'm a sweet potato, then so are you.
And I will just try to do everything you do.
From the highest cliff to the toughest riffs,
between us something good will become truth.
You can't forget the sweet potatoes.
And you can't forget our songs.
We don't play for anything,
nor do we sing for any one.
So as a couple sweet potatoes,
I feel that we can do no wrong.

find a home

The choices we make don't seem to go to rest in our heads
and the lies we tell ourselves don't let us sleep in our beds
there is pain in every day, there's hurt in every smile.
smiling isn't always worth all of the memories it revives
find a home

i'm a good friend of yours, so i'll always have your back
and i always have some extra granola bars buried in my knapsack
i can't see where i am going, and it hasn't started snowing yet
maybe i'd be a little bit warmer if all of my insides weren't showing
maybe i'd be a little bit warmer if my love for life would start growing
instead of fading away like conversations at the end of the day
when there's nothing left to say, we just lie awake
and we find a home

the rainclouds spot me and then they drop it all on me
i ask my friends if they've got me and most of them walk away
we get drunk and start falling
i find a phone and start calling myself
trying to remember the things that i used to say
when i had a home
the things i used to say when i had a home

pass the wheel

If we live too fast, you know that we'll get caught.
If we act too slow, you know it will all drop.

october

a silky motion of coolness moving in to me,
following me.
and though i turn my head often,
back and forth and back,
i can't see it.
i won't ever see it.
these aches compress time,
impress the hurt upon me,
and they stick.
the large question being from me, posed to myself,
and the answer being nowhere to be found.
the grass, the trees.
the light cradled in branches.
my young heart gets lost, my young heart just dances.
i will never be pleased.
and so i stumble along,
looking for some giant evergreen to hide me.

the last trip to tulsa

Well, I used to drive a cab, you know
I heard a siren scream
Pulled over to the corner
And I fell into a dream
There were two men eating pennies
And three young girls who cried
The West coast is falling,
I see rocks in the sky.
The preacher took his bible
And laid it on the stool.
He said: with the congregation running,
Why should I play the fool?

Well, I used to be a woman, you know
I took you for a ride,
I let you fly my airplane
It looked good for your pride.
'Cause you're the kind of man you know
Who likes what he says.
I wonder what's it's like
To be so far over my head.
Well, the lady made the wedding
And she brought along the ring.
She got down on her knees
And said: Let's get on with this thing.

Well, I used to be a folk singer
Keeping managers alive,
When you saw me on a corner
And told me I was jive.
So I unlocked your mind, you know
To see what I could see.
If you guarantee the postage,
I'll mail you back the key.
Well I woke up in the morning
With an arrow through my nose
There was an Indian in the corner
Tryin' on my clothes.

Well, I used to be asleep you know
With blankets on my bed.
I stayed there for a while
'Til they discovered I was dead.
The coroner was friendly
And I liked him quite a lot.
If I hadn't 've been a woman
I guess I'd never have been caught.
They gave me back my house and car
And nothing more was said.

Well, I was driving down the freeway
When my car ran out of gas.
Pulled over to the station
But I was afraid to ask.
The servicemen were yellow
And the gasoline was green.
Although I knew I couldn't
I thought that I was gonna scream.
That was on my last trip to Tulsa
Just before the snow.
If you ever need a ride there,
Be sure to let me know.

I was chopping down a palm tree
When a friend dropped by to ask
If I would feel less lonely
If he helped me swing the axe.
I said: No, it's not a case of being lonely
We have here,
I've been working on this palm tree
For eighty seven years
I said: No, it's not a case of being lonely
We have here,
I've been working on this palm tree
For eighty seven years
He said: Go get lost!
And walked towards his Cadillac.
I chopped down the palm tree
And it landed on his back.

the last trip to tulsa - neil young

falling leaves

Leaves gasping for breath.

tools of mischief

Oh, the possibility of you.

murderer

One more thing before I go
One more thing I'll ask you Lord
You may need a murderer
Someone to do your dirty work

Don't act so innocent
I've seen you pound your fist into the earth
And I've read your books
It seems that you could use another fool
Well I'm cruel
And I look right through

You must have more important things to do
So if you need a murderer
Someone to do your dirty work

Low - Drums and guns

A Tall Doorway

Funny faces live on in photographs forever. But it's so difficult to recreate them. If it were up to me (which it clearly is not), time wouldn't be so much an ongoing burden and bringer of sadness, so much as a way out when one is needed. If I could only stop time (and occasionally rewind), then I would welcome it when it pushes through eras and into bold new frontiers. But I'm a speck, you're a speck...everyone's a specky speck. My frontiers and eras are laughable. But sometimes they seem pretty large to me. Anyways, a poem for another fall.

Dear fall,
How have you been?
You fell asleep and things got cold.
My bones grew brittle, my lungs air-tight.
A ghost came to me, maybe it wasn't a ghost.
It was too dark to tell.
And then the light came in and the scenes became warm.
But it wouldn't last. It couldn't.
I knew you would arrive soon because I saw the leaves fall.
You hurt them. But I'm over that. And soon they'll get over it too.
Promise not to be blunt. Be charming. Sit with me.
Don't act quickly, don't be a brick wall.
Be a tall doorway (painted a deep thick red). Lead in to something.
Inside something.
Fall? Are you even listening?
Geez.

tommy vs. the storm

September likes to call on me for many different things
it's tossing me in to a storm without a life jacket
to see what fun it brings
what it can't see, is that inside me, I'm really not that strong
there's a little boy, a little heart, and a little voice that sings
this tiny little song

lake

a time and place for discussion.

impassable love

an impassable love that is buried within me.
i think you've done your part without trying.
i could swim through the pacific,
i could do a great many things.
it would be a hell of a lot easier than forgetting you and all of your beauty.
but for this impassable feeling that exists in the room,
when we are not alone.
when i'm away from home.
i can't hide.

a fire

a fire

I've reincarnated in to the same life.
But I've got love for it once more.
And I've got something to dream for.
Bring on the rain and snow.
Attack me from the sky.
I'm not afraid.
Barrage me from all sides.
It's all good today.

Tiny Fawn?

Haven't posted for a while.

Paint colour, Tiny Fawn
Direction>> My bedroom walls...

Today felt a bit like autumn....hmmm

Is it going to stop raining?

Yes, is the answer. And when it does I will want it to rain some more.

New found love for scones. New found love for old things that have been forgotten.

Many things that seemed important when I was small don't carry any weight at all anymore. Little things.

What's a fawn?

By the blue house.

july, boom

there are places we've left behind. black hair in the wind.
on a beach i saw her face. in the blue and grey she smiled.
it was brief.
i give my lungs the air they need. they give me a gift from within.
i'm gone if you're gone. and i am always wrong.
i'm no soloist dancing on the street.
we're in a storm. but we're a team.
we're no conductors of electricity.
we're no heroes. although we yield heavy guns.
let's get the song on with new strings.
i give the harmony part away. i'll stay subtle.
this is no rehearsed piece of work.
this is turning shallows into an ocean.
soft breeze becomes a screaming force.
i will build the windmill. and we can flee once more.

D, A, F#m, Bm. -capo 5-

I'll come home this evening, buzzed.
Just like Kimberly from the Sangria.
And you will ignore that obvious fact
because you know how badly I want to meet you.
I'm giving up running because of the pain
and the loneliness that it keeps bringing.
But that doesn't mean that the sport will be sad,
we made a deal,
and it knows I'll be singing about it.
And this will be life, and oh how I will try.

So it turns out you don't like me as much as the sea that always breathes freely.
But that's not my fault,
I've been wired to vault up my feelings like an old hollow oak tree.
This will be life, eventually.
This will be life, and oh how I'll try this time.

I guess I'll stay out eating all of the grapes
from the sangria pitcher this evening.
If you think the sea's got me
because of it's breathing,
then I guess you just need some reading.
I've got love in my life, I've got friends on my streets,
and eventually I'll stop the bleeding.

And then I can try to revive this young life,
find a bride, and take courses on breathing.

Red Brick

The Boys at Red Brick

And if the snow buries my neighbourhood.
And if my parents are crying, then I'll dig a tunnel,
from my window to yours.
You climb out the chimney and meet me in the middle of our town.
And since there's no one else around,
we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know.
Then our skin gets thicker from living out in the cold.
You change all the lead sleeping in my head.
As the day grows dim, I hear you sing a golden hymn.
Then, we tried to name our babies,
but we forgot all the names we used to know.
But sometimes we remember our bedrooms, and our parents' bedrooms,
and the bedrooms of our friends.
Then we think of our parents,
well, whatever happened to them.
Purify the colours, purify my mind.
And spread the ashes of the colours over this heart of mine.

Tunnels - The Arcade Fire

Remember when our so-called friend would not call out to you while tumbling loosely out a hole punched through your home? It’s pretty clear, though you could hear, you truly finally knew, in time, he’d tell his tale the way he’d like it told. Now he isn’t on the phone, and his story might as well be so. Well, loving is as loving does, and I’d say we should know, because we both have loved, have lost, and are alone. Your face’s falling tears, to me they’re lovely and they’re dear, though you don’t love me and it’s clear that I will never see you in my arms. There’s no room in your heart for even this finely-sharpened dart; although I had started to think there might be hope, it isn’t so. So wake up, make up some new song again around the same tune. The water cools, the leaves they fall, the sun it bends, the summer ends; our so-called friend doesn’t need you. So proceed out the door and down the street. December’s lying near, but in the oven’s heat this house is now a home. Sixty days of trips and stays you took to tell me, dear, that you cannot love me because you secretly still love a stone.

Song of our so-called-friend - Okkervil River

Someday The Waves

Waking before you,
I've got a fever and a childish wish for snow.
Seems like a long, long time
Since I spun you to this borrowed radio.
You pick a place that's where I'll be.
Time like your cheek has turned for me.
Someday the waves will stop.
Every aching old machine will feel no pain.
Someday we both will walk
Where a baby made tomorrow is again.
Waking before you,
I'm like the lord who sees his love, though we don't know.
Seems like a long, long time
Since I've been above you, seen and loved you so.
You pick a place that's where I'll be.
Time like your cheek has turned for me.

-Iron & Wine-

a perfect word

There are no words that describe feeling truly, but only the feeling. So how can I describe what's wrong, if I don't know how it would feel to have everything go right? Should everything fall into place some time, I will come up with a way to describe it to the best of my ability, and it will not make any sense to anyone else.

living on your own

-----living on your own is living--
---breathing on your own is hard.
oxygen tank me.
i look like a hero should look------
so listen fast for your entire life.
leading not following---
---------be courage. eat courage----------

small cookies

We all think that we have it figured out. But I feel like that is only because we are constantly going from one phase to another, never having a moment to question our direction. More and more I am getting lost these days. And not in a conventional, don't know whether to turn right or stand in utter confusion way, but in much more frightening sense.

Everything is fine. Life is enjoyable. And then I find that there are only a few things in life that make me happy, and I can't get large enough doses of them. It's like having really good cookies, but they're super small, so you feel bad eating a zillion of them at once.

I need some direction. Perhaps northwest?

skinny love

come on skinny love, just last the year.
pour a little salt, we were never here.

i tell my love to wreck it all.
cut out all the ropes and let me fall.

Sister

What the water wants is hurricanes,
and sailboats to ride on its back.
What the water wants is sun kiss,
and land to run into and back.
I have a fish stone burning my elbow,
reminding me to know that I'm glad
that I have a bottle filled with my old teeth.
They fell out like a tear in the bag.
And I have a sister somewhere in Detroit.
She has black hair and small hands.
And I have a kettledrum.
I'll hit the earth with you.
And I will crochet you a hat.
And I have a red kite.
I'll put you right in it.
I'll show you the sky.

-Sufjan Stevens

Fudgicles

Fudgicle is really difficult to say, but they are yum. They should make a come back. They are far superior to regular popsicles.

Irish horses

Some horses from Ireland. They were cute because they wouldn't leave each other's side. I gave them an apple...one each.

ode to elliott

These days I listen to music that makes me feel small. I'm not large. I'm not some enormous impact on the world. A big ego only cramps my simple style. I set up this blog to post simple things.

:D

An Elliott Smith lyric that makes me feel small,


I'm floating in a black balloon
O.D. on Easter afternoon
My mama told me "Baby stay clean
There's no in-between"
And all you ladies and you gentlemen
Between is all you've ever seen or been
Fit poorly and arrange the sight
Doll it up in virgin white
You disappoint me, you people raking in on the world
The devil's script sells you the heart of a blackbird
Shine on me baby, 'cause it's raining in my heart
Sun's rising on a chopping glare
Rain dropping acid bought up in the air
A distorted reality's now a necessity to be free
It's so disappointing
First I put it all down to luck
God knows why my country don't give a fuck
Shine on me baby, 'cause it's raining in my heart