Band: The Weeps
A lot of songs star pretty girls walking by.
In times like that we'd turn to Emily...
Will I ever find my Serbian?
(This one's for my dear blonde overlord...)
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Classic boxing match
Breaking though those stodgy moods.
Orange juice in small, thick cans.
(I'll take what's in that sweater vest.)
Orange juice in small, thick cans.
(I'll take what's in that sweater vest.)
Monday, January 14, 2008
An argument as old as America
Cup of coffee on the car roof.
I can't imagine someone reading that whole thing.
There's nothing in the wind.
And I'm a big fan of his lesser works.
I think I hear cards being shuffled.
(That basketball game in the sky...)
I can't imagine someone reading that whole thing.
There's nothing in the wind.
And I'm a big fan of his lesser works.
I think I hear cards being shuffled.
(That basketball game in the sky...)
Sunday, January 06, 2008
He talks like people talk
You are such a beautiful nerd.
I hope you didn't hold onto that stuff.
Self-hurt book: Bashing the Gay Within
Hey--if it isn't my old fourth-grade teacher!
(It isn't)
(A good story, even if no one tells it.)
I hope you didn't hold onto that stuff.
Self-hurt book: Bashing the Gay Within
Hey--if it isn't my old fourth-grade teacher!
(It isn't)
(A good story, even if no one tells it.)
Thursday, January 03, 2008
The universe demands it
I'd like to replenish their band-aid stash.
We'll pass my old dojo.
High on yin.
(I still mouth that couplet.)
We'll pass my old dojo.
High on yin.
(I still mouth that couplet.)
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