Apr 15
May 26, 2004
“Its a comfort always looking up and seeing the same three numbers in metal above the door.”
The wind is blowing off the lake just for me. These are my streets they just borrow them during the day. I thought today about what an odd pairing me and my bestfriend are. He is this little guy in glasses. We can finish eachothers sentences but spend most of our time arguing instead. But we have plots and plans the world hasn’t figured on. We have demoed 7 new songs. The best stuff we have ever written. Sorry this is so jumbled and chaotic. Someone asked if these stories are real. I don’t write fiction. Its just not worth it. Youreyesgiveyouawayworsethanyourmoutheverwill
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