Sunday, November 29, 2009
storm windows
a row of fractured and frustrating events leads me here.
dim-eyed, destroyed, and designed for disposal.
dinosaur dance on dining room table.
don't taze me.
hopefully im on the cusp of something great.
or at the very lowest least, something pretty good.
specifics run dry at times of emotional tire swings.
2 hot blond girls approached me last night, and i recognized neither.
the first said "trevor linden."
the 2nd said "you sang to me."
wicked band practice tonight.
a chance to sweat off my shames.
and construct complicated castles, then completely collapse them.
when i got home, my friend TV had some nice surprises in store.
adaptation into good will hunting on bravo.
2 of the best scripts in my lifetime.
yes, with commercials, but as i treat them, piss breaks.
a great movie is very much like a great album.
used in both celebration ceremonies and storm window assassinations.
background in times of breakdown, baked instead of burned.
here's me, overseas.
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