do you have any idea, how many songs they wrote about you?

Saturday, Dec. 13, 2003 10:30 pm

saturday night, 10:30pm.

I'm left with two options. Fill the flask with the whiskey, and go wander the streets [because I'm poor and can't afford the bar tonight].

sit home, and let the idea of blowing my head off start to sound reasonable.

I still miss her.

it's cold outside, and the streets are waiting...

I have some walkin, and drinkin, and thinkin to do...


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dland exuant omnes your voice drifts away into lost binary alleyways it echoes photography

last five:
A Winter Letter - Wednesday, Nov. 28, 2007
almost but not quite - Wednesday, Mar. 22, 2006
rural times, blue skies. it feels so warm over my hair - Wednesday, Jun. 01, 2005
smiles and gone - Monday, Feb. 07, 2005
I caught my love in North Carolina - Monday, Nov. 29, 2004

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