smoke signals - flashing mirrors - messages in bottles - carrier pigeons - flags in the air - hoofbeats on the ground

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

dear melissa

"You know art is why I get up in the morning, but my definition ends there, you know it doesn't seem fair."

Listening to any Ani DiFranco will always remind me of driving around in your death car around cornfields while you repeat all of the spoken parts with perfect rhythm and inflection and tone.

"The butter melts out of habit, you know the toast isn't even warm."

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