July 2009
7 posts
“They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as...”
– Jack Kerouac, On the Road.
Sleeping Lessons- The Shins.
Go without, ‘Til the need seeps in, You’re low anymore, Collect your novel petals for the stem, And glow, Glow, Melt and flow, Eviscerate your fragile frame, And spill it out in the ragged floor, A thousand different versions of yourself, And if the old guard still offend, They got nothing left on which you depend, So enlist every ounce, Of your bright blood, And off with...
“What you have become is the price you paid to get what you used to want.”...”