i showed up beaten bruised and of course penniless.
but it didnt matter. because this place was *it*.
ambient waves and rusted pipes and
two prong outlets and a saggy ceiling and the sun just poured in.
even in january, it pours. telling you to:
stop. sit. sip. smoke. stare. and man i was dazed and frozen by *it* - whispering something.
this was *it*. not quite knowing why, i listened.
you've got to listen: stop. sit. sip. smoke. stare.
at eachother. like this: cockeyed, raspberries, silly faces. wink, smile. frown. show each other the years they've missed.
but it didnt matter. because this place was *it*.
ambient waves and rusted pipes and
two prong outlets and a saggy ceiling and the sun just poured in.
even in january, it pours. telling you to:
stop. sit. sip. smoke. stare. and man i was dazed and frozen by *it* - whispering something.
this was *it*. not quite knowing why, i listened.
you've got to listen: stop. sit. sip. smoke. stare.
at eachother. like this: cockeyed, raspberries, silly faces. wink, smile. frown. show each other the years they've missed.
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and here you are.
make me some. hoooooot.
actually i lied,
i searched stereo total.
you know only a few months ago i was the only one to match that interest? hooray. you're not 39.
Oh, and I moved to Oregon. Now I chop wood and have rough hands. Soon I shall wrastle a bear, if it pleases the good townspeople.