I didn't think it was a good day at the time, but it really, really was.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Saturday, February 15, 2014
No Tell Motel
Added weight
A paint brush
With ink
And a lens
Your sacred geometric patterns couldn’t stop my broken pieces
turning into gold
Even when I’m drifting out of sleep the first thoughts on my mind are your words
A fire
A glacier
A million miles away
But still
The burning sun
I would like to blame you
For my blood
In a dirty motel and a needle right to the heart
Pretending to be my mother
For my blood
Call after call leaving a verbal suicide note
a plea for forgiveness
For my blood
At a loss
Because the desert was supposed to be a safe haven
But Tucson was always a little dirty
I would like to blame you
Because I did not flee
Or spread my ashes
Painted gold
Through the mountains, the Sonoran
I didn’t peel my eyes blue
I would like to blame you
I would
but it was never you
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
little hooligan adventure
Last night we all went to a Denny's for a Hooligan Mag meeting. Long night time car rides have always been a favorite.
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Monday, February 3, 2014
Sunday, February 2, 2014
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