remember?

Mountain moon, make me more

pretend like you're being followed
you warm yellow heart
you peterpan complex
let's long live here

let's watch them whisper to each other
let's be the ingredients for blanket wraps
let's be suburban rhythm for a town without tempo
let's be superb grown people
part of our own dogpack
living our own (stunted) dog years

with our ashtrays full of wool
and our bottles conveniently (?) empty before work

Let's be really really really really really real
Speak through everything
Voice our thoughts through our shoes
through our hair
through our words
through our handshakes

Let's see our enemies
Murder their confidence
Let's rejoice and cheer for the proud 86!
The 1986!
The pisces
The wander'd
among men and women both
Of that, of them, of us, etc.

Long live there
Long live here.

love only hurts when it leaves you

what makes me nervy?

dead ancestors. it is believed that they watch over us, but for some reason, I feel as though they know my thoughts. Why i do the things that I do, and can judge me thoroughly. This makes me nervvy.

i'm a drunken hearted man, and she's the cause of it all

oh hell yezzz, eric dolphy

I will let it slide if you let me slide every now and every then

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