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.
All meat is tenderized the same way. /Good meat is beat lifeless before you eat.
Be humble. Do not be a dick. Do this for the sake of your soul but also for the sake of your career.
She’s the kind of person who adapts to a broken thing instead of figuring out how to fix it.
Faceless hills,/ lamps of summer in galaxy gray, we touch & go
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.