wednesday is for tom waits.
I spent all my money in a mexican whorehouse,
across the street from a catholic church,
and then i wiped off my revolver,
and i buttoned up my burgundy shirt,
i shot the morning in the back,
with my red wings on,
i told the sun he'd better go back down,
and if i can find a book of matches,
i'm goin' to burn this hotel down.
mr. siegal from the album heartattack and vine
I spent all my money in a mexican whorehouse,
across the street from a catholic church,
and then i wiped off my revolver,
and i buttoned up my burgundy shirt,
i shot the morning in the back,
with my red wings on,
i told the sun he'd better go back down,
and if i can find a book of matches,
i'm goin' to burn this hotel down.
mr. siegal from the album heartattack and vine
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flux:
i still can't get over how amazing that was. woo.
flux:
black, shiny, large, plastic cube sitting in the desert with a wooden ladder with many rungs leaned up against it. the horse was chestnut and unbridled and ran toward me, the storm was a quick-moving sandstorm far in the distance from which the horse fled, and the flowers were hundreds of red and orange poppies growing around the cube and the ladder. that's all i can remember.