Sunday, January 24, 2010
meg's birthday wine
im still wearing my cowboy costume.
and it looks like im good at fixing fences.
mike wrote me a song and i keep it right here in my front pocket.
curl up to the keyboard, lets have a moment.
every sunday is the same, i am weak and depleted, but loud at restaurants.
'loud funny' ill call it.
when something is only funny because left-over-drunk colin is yelling it.
i write lots on sundays.
songs, stories, scriptures, scenes.
being single is incredibly productive.
i pound music in my concrete condo.
and do laps.
and make donairs.
a weekend spent with mike erickson, is better than a weekend spent in disneyland. stranger, more colorful characters emerge, and blanket you with obscure gestures and polytechnic death grips. mike is mickey mouse, the leader, loved, respected, under-paid, and always smiling.
opportunity is down the hall, but its warm and dry right here.
my lyrics are getting dumber but my songs are getting better.
maybe dumb is the new awesomtastic.
if not, i stills have my fun memories.
see, i was cool then.
and ill be cool again soon, once our new band explodes.
i do miss that band alot.
life is a tree fort, the fun part is building it.
me, i plan attics, on top of attics.
with windows facing an endless skyline.
andy drinks meg's birthday wine. he drinks it up.
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