Hometown, same town blues
Same old walls closing in
Oh what a life a mess can be
I'm sitting here thinking of you once again
Won't you talk to me
I am losing a certain sense of myself, my life, my reality...
and if she told me to stop working graveyard shifts because she was missing me...
I would.
BUT
we need the money or...
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Same old walls closing in
Oh what a life a mess can be
I'm sitting here thinking of you once again
Won't you talk to me
I am losing a certain sense of myself, my life, my reality...
and if she told me to stop working graveyard shifts because she was missing me...
I would.
BUT
we need the money or...
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Guess what....
I EXIST.....
I EXIST.....
junecleavage:
Was there ever any doubt baby? 
redtide84:
I think maybe you don't. Equidistant at all points sounds impossible, unless you are the center of a circle, which I don't think you are - I'm not.
junecleavage:
You are my rock, my hero, my knight, my love, my superman...
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junecleavage:
Drinking coffee with Mario here in the background and thinking about you. Missing you.
junecleavage:
This is what you need to remember love...we spent all that time in separate states - thousands of miles apart and still connected...and now only a few dreams away are we...
The morning always smells like what you remember in your head
When you see a picture and associate the smell.
Thunderbirds flapping enormous wings
8,000 lightning strikes in just one hour
Somewhere out in the Pacific underneath a sky of constellations
Which I know as only two dimensional renderings
Here in the radio graveyard hours of the west,
Where I keep seeing the Ghost birds...
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When you see a picture and associate the smell.
Thunderbirds flapping enormous wings
8,000 lightning strikes in just one hour
Somewhere out in the Pacific underneath a sky of constellations
Which I know as only two dimensional renderings
Here in the radio graveyard hours of the west,
Where I keep seeing the Ghost birds...
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junecleavage:
I told you it was the fucking Mothman!
junecleavage:
Yep. Still. Now. Forever.
Yep. Still. Now. Forever.
Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.
Charles Baudelaire
Ancient aliens, Nels Cline, and the ghost of D. Boon
Good morning America
Charles Baudelaire
Ancient aliens, Nels Cline, and the ghost of D. Boon
Good morning America
junecleavage:
This guy...baby.
This guy...baby.
junecleavage:
Super Like. (insert thumb's up icon here)
junecleavage:
Ahhhh, the good old days.
"In most cases, being a suburban teenager is, more than anything else, boring as all fuck. Theres nothing much to do thats legal. Your life is ultimately subject to the whims of people who cant really get it. You, your friends, and the people youd like to sleep with are all way too inarticulate and inexperienced to really communicate. You spend most of your time...
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junecleavage:
Super mondo love
redtide84:
Hey. Good blog. That interview on that "dusted" site made my day. For a while I thought that Maureen was J's mom, but it looks like she is an old family freind.
And
I love you
And
I love you
So many pieces of music
Tripping down the back alleys
Of you and me
Where do we begin???
Where do we end???
I love you so ungodly
and indescribably that it makes it all circumstantial
What music?
OURS
Our music baby
I LOVE YOU