Monday, April 17, 2017


[Made up of lyrics to songs I loved when I was 15 years old]

Be blindfolded. Be obsolete. Be the closest thing. Be hit or miss. 

Stay fucking beautiful. Stay standing on your soapbox. 

Be that winter of '95. Be 7:30 Friday evening. Be between one June and September. Be all I remember.

Stay plugged in and ready to fall. Stay dreaming of waking up. 

Be pictures, apologies. Be the butcher's knife. Be starry configurations.

Stay definitely shaking.

Be a right turn gone wrong. Be just tired enough. Be never quite the same. 

Drown yourself in bread and coffee.
Drive straight off the edge.

Be a beautiful sky tonight. 
Be ten feet tall.

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