openroadsong

the night is beckoning although I have nowhere to go but home / feels good to be alone / with every turn comes a new frame of mind / if i could frame my mind where would it hang

you shoulda seen the other guy

friday or something just like friday. thursday, for instance.

i’ve been through diamonds. i’ve been through minks. wait. no i haven’t.

torture your liver and let the earth quake if this makes you shiver then sit there and shake

subliminal or sublingual or subsomething or otherwhere

i was something to say made of my own language however the waves, formless from the start, have fallen into an unearthly glassy trance flatline flowing from the sensation of russian or something quite similar being spoken into a courtesy phone just over my left shoulder by someone sitting surfing the same internet [...]

i have no idea where to begin

the internet is twelve dollars an hour at kinkos

oh, what was i thinking? screw normal.

the whole truth

(in)search_of_something(sane)i_find(asylum)

note: you will either want to turn yoru speakers up, or down. me? i turn them up.

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