flask

"this is the first day of my life
i swear i was born right in the doorway
i went out in the rain suddenly everything changed
they're spreading blankets on the beach
yours is the first face that i saw
i think i was blind before i met you
now i don't know where i am
i don't know where i've been
but i know where i want to go
and so i thought i'd let you know
that these things take forever
i especially am slow
but i realize that i need you
and i wondered if i could come home"

'- the greatest man alive'

safari

dignity and money

the secret that i only know
the secret that i have
fourteen days marks the time of release
and it will no longer be a secret
although the weather is just starting to change
december never seemed so close
and warm

nora

wemetconnor

vain

so i'm drinking, breathing, writing, singing

everyday up on the clock

my mind races with all my longings

but cant keep up with what i got

i hope i don't sound too ungrateful

what history gave modern man

the telephone to talk to strangers

machine guns and the camera lens

jam-packed long weekend. it was awesome.
peace hotties...

you?will.

considering the circumstances
i'm doing the best i can
and i've always tried my hardest
in this spin we seem to go around
with everything they've done to make this
so much harder to stand
i say i give myself an A for effort
we all know it could have been much worse
it makes me want to shrivel up
become a puddle in the rain
just write 'The End' across my forehead
you know i quit life everyday?
and you know you cant do both
you are not strong
therefore you are weak
and weak just doesnt cut it in this world

we should just wish the snow was ice cream
and the dirt on top was chocolate
weather
doesnt have to be so damn depressing

bazilin

let me re-introduce maself...

today has got to be the worst weather ever... i hate it. why cant it just be SUMMER already! oh well.

and from the sidelines
you see me run
until i'm out of breath.
living the good life
i left for dead
the sorrowful midwest.

well i did my best
to keep my head...

it was grass stained jeans and incompletes
and a girl from class to touch.
but you think about yourself too much
and you ruin who you love.
well all these claims at consciousness
my stray dog freedom,
let's have a nice clean cut
like a bag we buy and divvy up.

-conor

i'm doin the best i can...