two days away from not being sober. i'm in love with the wrong person. still standing in the snow. the chair by the bed is painted 1982 green. my words have been forced out my mouth. the mouth...the worst place for words. i wish i could remember. i was five and hunting dragonflies. i am home with chicken and dumplings and goodnight kisses. your eyes make my face hot to the touch. where will i go. i have nothing. vegas on the 11th. bloody mary mix for the plane ride home. after austin you lose your integrity. i walk outside to make the rain stop. she smokes a cigarette and hides under the clear umbrella. hazel in color and filled with madness. why wait two days when i could start now.
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that is some kick ass prose Snow
I'd like to read more of your stuff, if you'd let me
I always put my poems on my journal
so you can read some of my work there
anyway
this is Mike Hammer
I interviewed you and Tegan in Cleveland
the interview we did will be on the website -www.lostatsea.net next week
is there a tour listing for the may/june shows yet
what was your favorite part of the tour anyway
and will you do it again?
and now I am saving the drawings until the song is recorded and I can send it all at once.
I don't know why but I want to be your friend. A art of me says that is stupid but the rest of me knows that I respect no boundaries and that everything I have ever believed in has worked out (at least for a while).
It's not that you are hot, and you are, its not your tattoos, although I love them. Its not your sets, but the way you choose to do your pics is what started all of this. I thought I saw a similar soul in those pics but what do I know? And then I read your journal and I don't know why but... I just want to talk to you about random things.
I want to know your opinion of things. I want to hear your ideas, and fears, and dreams. that is what the songs is about....
<i>I wanna write you a letter, I wanna write you a song...<i>
timidly/ yours for the revolution
jesse west end.