excowboy

who's gonna tell you when
it's too late
who's gonna tell you things
aren't so great
you can't go on
thinking nothing's wrong
who's gonna drive you home tonight

who's gonna pick you up
when you fall
who's gonna hang it up
when you call
who's gonna pay attention
to your dreams
who's gonna plug their ears
when you scream

you can't go on
thinking nothing's wrong
who's gonna drive you home tonight

who's gonna hold you down
when you shake
who's gonna come around
when you break

im listening to Mogwai's remix of Paradise Motel's version of Drive, by The Cars
*breathing heavily-out of breath*
...and its deliciously mellow and floating... drifting... and nice... and fluffy,,, and ahhhhhh

sleep now. fuckers and cows such as these who play within my pen, this world, my mind. Dance about freely like jovial squeesh (plural of squash) and the funny rocks that skip into water like they were born to... jump though bright circles of sunshine and wallow in the jello of this love.

eat it!
suck it
lick it till its raw and bleeding

...oh and