one-minute memory medley

my head out the car window the breeze in my hair, not waiting for the end of the song before i change it fire burning telling you to drink till you dance, you puked in the taxi passed out on the toilet 99 cherries, from cigarette-popped bubbles to plastic-gun-made bubbles, no one around but us and our voices and the oil glinting off our hands, panera bread soup real new york pizza kalbi steak & egg mushroom beef gravy stolen soju special rum, back to back while the monument falls towards us those moments we forget about life, drowsy in the early morning and you pull me closer to you and i didnt know what it meant, back before i didnt know how you felt, back when the possibilities were one hundredfold.

2009.5.6 1:35 AM

in the dream you are talking. you are crying. i am a pillow, a sponge, a broken record of sayings that remain stale no matter how much sugar i sprinkle over them. your head lolls from side to side, your eyes roll back into your head, you sway forward and back. 

i am a net.

you fall.

you slip through the gaps, and i let you.

milk thistle- conor oberst

What a lonesome feeling,
To be just waitin’ round, 
Like some washed up actress, 
In a Tinseltown.
But for the record, 
I’d come pick you up, 
We’ll head for the ocean, 
Just say when you’ve had enough.

Milk thistle, milk thistle,
Let me down slow,
Just help me go slow,
I’ve been carrying on.