there it is....... my new ride

gave him 10 for 2

i was trapped in a box for most of the day. warmest day so far this year. dripping that sunshine from the sky. caught a drip on my forehead in the evening.

daddy mack

went down to zablozki's. bobby and mike were playing pool. kenan and savannah were there. mike was wasted and being really funny. becka wore green pants.

here come the warm jets

i need these.

summer time.

only a little lost

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


-dylan thomas

i remember you well, in the chelsea hotel

cold and grey outside. i can hear a plane overhead. it's a leonard cohen day. sometimes silence is the best sound around.