franny
bananafish

it took a life span with no cell mate
the long way back
interpol

in the dark. sometimes that's where i'm most comfortable. orange glowing cigarette and interpol blaring in my ear...evil.

pure city girl thinking about strong farm hands. you can't get rid of the lonely city. the apartment lights glowing a low yellow. they're sitting in there, talking, not talking, kissing, in separate rooms.

you can break out into the great big loneness, grab your overcoat, plug into your favorite frown and walk. take a long walk down dirty city streets and blurry faces. the stars are neon signs lighting plastic happy, metallic promises, and chemical induced stability.

we are hard.

but we know it's only to hide all our fragility. our papery thin egos, and lukewarm hopes.

i am the city today
and you should be in my space...