I have so many cool pictures that there are too many cool pictures to blog. I’m over whelmed.
Lot’s of what evers and nothing else making me feel heavy man.
Alan Hanson: Because I'll Never Swim In Every... →
Want is ten thousand blue feathers falling all around me, and me unable to stomach that I might catch five but never ten thousand. So I drop my hands to my sides and wait to be buried. I open a book and the words spring and taunt. Flashes—motel, lapidary, piranha—of every story, every poem… Well this is fucking perfect.
niquahmabson: Treat your ears right. Listen to this album.