wild flowers:

Tuesday

"You never saw me as a reward.
You didn't know he did
And then you tried to win the bet.
You tripped and fell upon the sword
That I'd given to you though you never carried.

I'm a tornado. You are the dust,
You're all around and you're inside.

My eyes get dusty cloudy,
Just like you wanted...
You were the child
And I'm the fault.
Why do I fawn upon you?
You are the reason I'm a force.
And when you knew you were you to feel worse.

I'm a tornado. You are the dust
You're all around and you're inside.

I cannot make you leave your source
Because you make yourself feel like you've got grounding.

I'm a tornado. You are the dust
You're all around and you're inside.
You are the nature I'm the roar that comes from you.

I'm a tornado. You are the dust
You're all around and you're inside.
I'm a tornado you are the fences that will fall
But still surround me.
I'm a tornado"

instead of sex:

the bottle of whisky in my book bag remains un-drank:

I woke up happy, for the first time in a long time, today. Today, for the first time, I opened the curtains from over the windows. My east windows - bright and warming my skin and the paper (white) as I right on it. I don't even remember waking up.

Smog - "all your woman things"

Low - "medicine and magazine"

Richard and Linda Thompson - "i want to see the bright lights tonight"

fast train

motherless/fatherless:

"I could practically rip myself apart

But what would I even find but

your love

That I've saved up like crumbs"

(-----Daniel Bailey)

sleep on the floor with the t.v. on

"Infomercials have started and I kind of want to die

I'm pretty sure this one is actually for a morgue

Ok so actually it's for the bible or something

But I am not happy tonight no I am not just here

If happiness ever worked then how - I don't know"

(Daniel Bailey - Drunk Sonnets)

"hail to everyone who was lost in this mass genocide of my realm. drown your sorrows, steamin' new layout. cute atmospherics. poser-filtration system. erection of creeky metal radio tower. driftwood of the galaxy. trying to make you understand, nothing all at once. awake with a knife lodged in his head.... harsh new dawn of chaos, smooth as a hot babe through a jagged mountain peak. rough as a porcupine toilet. sedation is law. you're blown away with the divine wind. douse yourselves in the flames.....we have climbed up to the door of new psychadelic realms...of chillness, the universe of expanding KERFLOPULOUSNESS!!"

-Kevin "about me" myspace

(((photograph --> Dave Heumann)))