To be sung like a sweet unified whine, like a blues kat drunk off of wine
I miss my baby
She’s far away, in a land called Maybe
I can stare at the wall for as long she won’t call
Take me to candle town, and drink my soul down
Loss for words
Smiling because the do is for her.
Smoking weed has made me feel dumb.
The last day to happen was like being inside a tornado, but so far out the tornado dun even make a sound.
I will take a break. .
Its the full moon tonight . . I’m sayin enchiladas, horchata, perhaps cookies and a whole lot of organization, fleshing out the eves. Turning into a hoarder before my own eyes. You gotta admit its a pleasant day when we all do what we want to do, more pleasant when its what you need at the same time.
We need slow