Chico, Chico, Chico...you foul temptress...
for some reason I always end up driving into your poison arms and keep myself alive by the anti-venom of a steady flow of booze.
Saturday night sees me talking to the crush about everything that is on our minds other than the one thing that weighs the heaviest...the fact that she is occupying my mind more and more.
Sunday night sees me navigating that town's semi-alphabetical and numbered streets through tearfilled eyes at three in the morning, trying to get to a house of less awkward company and stopping only for coffee at some shitty diner filled with the middle aged local wastes.
That's all I want to say right now about all that junk. The events of the last 48 hours are still finding there way to little nooks of my brain at the moment.
Oh, but one more thing. If you see a small pack a ferrel post-adolescents in the California area with "Vegan Death Clan" branded in ink on them you should turn and walk the other way. They are all emotional rollercoasters with self destructive agendas and a queer sense of both style and humor.
lovebilly-hislifestyleiswritingcheckshisasscan'tcash-boy...
for some reason I always end up driving into your poison arms and keep myself alive by the anti-venom of a steady flow of booze.
Saturday night sees me talking to the crush about everything that is on our minds other than the one thing that weighs the heaviest...the fact that she is occupying my mind more and more.
Sunday night sees me navigating that town's semi-alphabetical and numbered streets through tearfilled eyes at three in the morning, trying to get to a house of less awkward company and stopping only for coffee at some shitty diner filled with the middle aged local wastes.
That's all I want to say right now about all that junk. The events of the last 48 hours are still finding there way to little nooks of my brain at the moment.
Oh, but one more thing. If you see a small pack a ferrel post-adolescents in the California area with "Vegan Death Clan" branded in ink on them you should turn and walk the other way. They are all emotional rollercoasters with self destructive agendas and a queer sense of both style and humor.
lovebilly-hislifestyleiswritingcheckshisasscan'tcash-boy...
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Your Bright Eyes choice is kind of surprising. For some odd reason, my song that serves that purpose would have to be On My Way To Work.
I want to spend the whole day in bed. No, the whole week. Fuck having surgery tomorrow.
Also, do you like M. Ward?
I seem to have fallen under the spell of his voice.
I've got lots of those weird slots filled in with Radiohead and Carissa's Wierd.
So I just downloaded some M. Ward a few days ago because after the show I kept thinking about him and now all I'm able to listen to is him and Arienette over and over.
This is kind of maddening.
I finally have Elliott, though. That means the madness shall be switching up soon.