butchering the english language since 1985
talking my way through city lights.

and i swear it's the last time, and i swear it's my last try. and we'll walk in circles around this whole block. walk on the cracks on the same old sidewalks. and we'll talk about leaving town, yeah, we'll talk about leaving. i swear it's the last time. i swear it's my last try.

last five entries:
blisters and bruises - 03.18.08
dorsey - 03.13.07
finding peace - 02.02.07
unintentional clean slate - 09.11.06
natural born cyborg - 06.23.06

currently
12.25.03
3:40 pm

quote
this memory of you holds more than a photograph. it's much more than a book of old pictures locked away without a name.