She doesn’t know what the snow does/ to her pipes. But you do.
There are as many ways to grow up as there are people, which is what makes these individual coming-of-age stories infinitely interesting and relatable.
i loved my young life once. it thrummed with inner mischief, some transgressions maybe but all tongue, all textures, all translated through that funnel in my head.
Let someone bang her champagne glass with the pretty cutlery your in-laws gifted you. Or bang your own.
a lynch mob. a defense mob. a gunshot. hate. a gunshot. hate. a deputizing of hundreds.
there is a confluence influenced apparently by a fluidity of music.
Be humble. Do not be a dick. Do this for the sake of your soul but also for the sake of your career.
I gave you a chance. How many notes did I leave, before you pushed me to this?
I have a blind date with destiny:/ no doubt I won’t be recognized.
The question I asked/ every time I tried the online Tarot reading site,/ hoping again and again for some ancient truth/ to blow up like a billboard in living color...