I let you down, let me pick you up. I let you down, Let me climb up you to the top so I can see the view, from up there, tangled in your hair.
Hear that? Its the winds of change.
Maybe October will bring some bliss.
Quote of today;
“a hoebag is anyone who isnt attracted to me”
–OhRyan Gossard
I try to pin down and preserve dream states, like the moment when you look at the warm sun through the red of your closed eyelids and drift. The ambiguous in-between minutes separating lucidity and sleep. The tricks our eyes play in dim light and then, the way we wonder if the world is quietly opening its shutters to grant us a peek at another side and then another. Often, the hours of friendly discourse over too much coffee on the subject of what might happen if every reflective surface was Lewis Caroll’s looking glass.
Im not sure how my mom will feel about having a picture of her in her panties on the world wide web, but look how cute she is!
[the stooges, raw power]
[egyptian]
[the icarus account]
[dave matthews band, crash]
[the runaways]
