tangledupinblue

Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland
Oh I wish I was in Dixie, away, away
In Dixieland I take my stand to live and die in Dixie
In Dixieland, that's where I was born
Early Lord one frosty morning
Look away, look away, look away Dixieland
Oh I wish I was in Dixie, away, away
In Dixieland I take my stand to live and die in Dixie
Away
Away
Away down south in Dixie
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Soon, so very soon.

Now all that's left is days spent pretending to work and nights spent pretending I care.

Cause I'm not, and I don't. I'm done

'See my voice is still warm
It's just it ain't got no form
See it's just like a dead man's last pistol shot baby."

I'm trying to get out of town without speaking to or seeing anyone central to my life right now. They wouldn't be getting a good JPK right now. I'd be more inclined than not to speak impusivlely and say something I really mean now, but likely won't with 10 days in the mountains under my belt to reflect and think ahead and most importantly simply not think, rather just put my feet on the banks of the Little Tennessee and feel the air clean me.

Wow, just get me through to Saturday morning please, without me getting too damn smart or bold for my own good.

Getting too clever by half. When hasn't that fucked me up?

"And when I arrive at the pearly gates
Don't give me gold.
Instead,
I want a red clay harp, some red clay wings, and a red clay halo for my head."