sequences from different channels.sometimes i misguide myself...
but ultimately, it gets me to the truth.
i need to start keeping a journal.
there's a van heading to the northwest with an acoustic guitar in it.
they're a singing the sonnets of your doom.
list of things i need to remember:i like cameras but forget to take pictures.
the seasons all change and i can't keep up.
still hear ghosts near the window.
but we all made nice.
can't keep a job in the winter.
my hands shake too much.
i am obsessive,
i've got no restraint,
you break hearts like you change underwear.
the rain gave birth to the sparrow.
you gave birth to a stillborn.
a man that is dying isn't very becoming at all.
a shotgun house in a ghost town.
in a room full of clocks.
there's a trumpet and an old bass drum.
you found another lover.
i bought another record.
i act like a whore cause you've turned to a bore.
should i move to the bay and play my guitar?
is the water cold under the bridge in the night?
he left mother russia when it was destroyed.
now he drinks all day cause he's unemployed.
you smoke to feel nothing.
but the worst thing of all...
you numb yourself dead when i'm most alive.
he's driving cross country to photograph ghosts.
but i'm afraid the place where they rome already burned down.
you sing songs in the car as we head south.
the wind pushes your palms up towards the sky.
when you hear toy pianos.
you march and crash cymbals.
where hearts can feel something and die in delight.
there are twelve different alex's in a year.
go figure.
i had several life altering epiphanies tonight,
i might be ahead by a day.
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